Being Strapped To The Underside Of A Dinosaur (or Dragon Or Centaur Or --) And Just. Left There, Cock

Consider: Portals. Finding a ring of metal that looks like it could be a bracelet but you don't know that when one of those is touched for the first time, it links to your body, and automatically goes to your preferred hole. So you put your hand in it to wear it as a bracelet and then... youre bent over, gasping as you feel your hand inside your own body... Im sure you could come up with ideas for this~~ 💙

Ahhh fuck... Well, I’m probably already cumming from putting my hand in. I would probably think it just works for whoever’s holding it, linking to their own body - not realising it was “set” to me, so to speak, so I’d just leave it. I’d be too worried about the risk of it, really!

Except... it’s tuned into my pussy, so whoever finds it next will slide their hand in only to feel something warm and soft and wet, and I’ll double over as I’m just trying to do some work or something like that. The person will probably think it’s some kind of really fancy fleshlight or something, and they’ll fuck it, and let their friends fuck it, while I’m desperately trying to find the ring again to put an end to it. Maybe they’re curious about what’s on the other side and start feeling around, finding my g spot and making me cum and they’re amazed by how realistic it is. They could try shoving toys in, or even just random objects if they feel like it.

There’s no chance I’m ever finding the ring again, so really I’ll just have to get used to living like that...

Who Knows, Who Cares? (Tentacle Monster) [F/?]

Featured Characters: Female human and a tentacle monster of indeterminate gender. Both are adults.

Description: Agatha has figured out how to conjure an inter-dimensional glory hole and enjoys the variety of monster dicks that come through. On one particular night, she is visited by a tentacle which treats her to an unexpected ending. Contains: Magical Glory Holes, Tentacles, Ovipositor, Egg-Laying, Stomach Bulge, Aphrodisiacs, Masturbation, Sex Toys.

Completion Date: November 7th, 2023

Word Count: 1609

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There really should have been a warning provided about how addictive the spell would be. It was rare that an evening went by where Agatha didn’t activate the portal in all its brightly glowing, pink glory. The position of the other side was random among countless dimensions, its runes designed to be translated for whatever horny beast it appeared before. A hole with unmistakable purpose.

Agatha had made herself comfortable, propped up against her multitude of pillows as she lay in bed pumping a thick toy deep into her cunt. She had learned to loosen herself up a bit before summoning; there was no telling the size of what came through.

The towel Agatha had laid out beneath her was already slightly messy with lube. Wet, filthy noises mingled with her moans, her pussy squeezing around the toy. It was far from enough; she needed the feeling of some faceless creature’s cock throbbing inside her. The heat. The cum. The knowledge that whoever was on the other side only cared about getting themself off. A kind lover was great, but sometimes she craved to just be fucking used.

Needy and whimpering, Agatha used her free hand to trace the spell’s sigil in the air. Her room was bathed in magenta light, flaring as the circle came into existence on the mattress between her spread thighs. She waited a few moments as she continued to fuck herself and bite her lower lip with impatience.

“Please…please…anyone,” she begged, sweat glistening in the garish glow.

There was movement at the center of the circle. Agatha watched as a light blue, shimmering, translucent tentacle slowly began to emerge. It was long, lined with shallow ridges starting at the tip which faded to smoothness about eight inches down. She could see thin, faintly glowing purple veins just beneath the fleshy surface, pulsating rhythmically with the creature’s heartbeat.

Agatha softly gasped, removing the toy from herself and tossing it aside.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said.

The tentacle felt out her foot, traced her ankle, and began caressing its way up her calf. She trembled as it slid over her thigh and trailed slime. It explored boldly, working inward until it found her pussy. The tip ran up and down the wet, twitching line of it, teasing her folds and making her achingly empty hole quiver.

“There it is,” she encouraged, though she knew she went unheard. “Mmm, there you go.”

Agatha expected to be swiftly filled as was typical of tentacles. She was used to such roughly-pumping appendages. For one to finish only for another to come through circle. Sometimes leading to being stretched around a deeply writhing mass of multiple; always leading to ending up leaking cum.

Instead, she watched as the end of the tentacle opened up into a sort of small, toothless, slick-dripping mouth. It latched onto her clit seconds later. Her head tossed back in time with a sharply sucked-in breath that released alongside a moan. A tight, warm, sucking sensation had the whole of her lower body shaking.

“Ngh—what are…fuck!”

The tentacle was relentless, ravaging Agatha’s clit. A tingling sensation spread out where it was attached. She felt the pleasure growing as it traveled down her legs and up her torso. It was a near numbness to all but where it mattered; she was hyperaware of her cunt. Leaking, twitching ceaselessly, on fire. She moaned louder and distantly wondered—but hardly cared—what the hell was in the tentacle’s fluids.

With her weak fingers gripping the sheets, Agatha lost herself to the intensity. Her hips squirmed and bucked. She cried out mindlessly, without words. Getting her clit sucked had never felt this good before. The constant action and whatever influence she was under had her head swimming and floating.

Agatha convulsed as she came, clit pounding in its confines. The tentacle continued to suck. A delirious giggling started to break up her wild moans. Waves of a prolonged orgasm crashed into her until she arrived at a second, near-blinding peak. She wailed, feeling fluid gushing from her, soaking the towel beneath her. It was only then that the tentacle released.

Panting and whimpering, Agatha tried to right herself in her own mind while her body screamed for more. Her clit felt more swollen than it ever had been, hot and throbbing madly. Her pussy was in much the same state as the last of her release dribbled out of her. The break didn’t last long. Seconds later, the tentacle was teasing aside her sensitive folds to find her hole.

“Ohhhh…oh, my—GOD!”

The word was punched out of her as the tentacle slammed in. Her pussy took it easily. Almost greedily; sucking it in and squeezing enough to practically conform to its shape. Her legs snapped open wider despite not needing to accommodate a body between them. It was a reflex. Instinct. Silent begging for a deep fucking. The tentacle quivered before beginning to thrust.

Agatha moaned as she felt the tentacle swell slightly inside her and increase its girth. The ridges ground into her as her insides pressed against it. Her heart hammered in her chest, echoed in the pulsing of her stretched walls. A mix of her fluids and the creature’s made a mess of her hole, audibly spurting from her with every plunge.

The pace became crazed. A rough, quick pounding. Agatha whined, breaths gasping from her open mouth. The frantic undulation of the tentacle was mesmerizing. She watched it reel back and slam forward, oozing along its entire length with some natural lubrication. Her pussy clenched, milking it; she needed that cum. The creature began to throb hard inside her, the veins glowing brighter.

But all at once, as the tentacle fully sheathed itself and stilled, Agatha knew something was different. Round shapes were visible in the inner organ as they travelled along the slick, twitching length. She barely had time to process it before the first popped into her. Eggs, her hazy mind supplied. The thing was laying eggs inside her. It should have scared and disgusted her, but it felt amazing.

Agatha’s gaze fixated on the monstrous appendage lodged in her cunt as she was filled with countless eggs. She could feel each one moving through the tentacle before joining the rest in a rapidly growing mass. There was no end to them in sight. Breathing hard, she watched her stomach start to bulge with them.

“Fuuuuuuck!” she moaned, eyes rolling from the alien sensation.

More and more eggs pressed in and filled whatever space they could find, clearly an amount that another of the creature’s species was designed to take. What did it know, or care, about human limits? Agatha’s belly distended; round, heavy and strained. She moaned and shook with ecstasy, but the mounting danger won over her greedy pussy.

“S-stop can’t—ahhh, take anymore!” she cried, doing her best to reach for the tentacle and possibly pull it out.

Luckily, the creature seemed spent. With a few final twitches, it slithered out of her. Agatha panted, half hoping that she would feel that delicious mouth on her clit again. But instead, the magenta light faded.

The tentacle was gone.

Agatha lay there for a while with her stomach full of eggs, whimpering as they shifted with her heaving breaths. They needed to come out. But first, she needed to cum. Her used body ached for it; the monster aphrodisiac pumping through her was the likely culprit, keeping that incessant pulse in her cunt despite her situation.

She reached for her vibrator that had miraculously stayed on her bed through her thrashing. A buzzing sound filled the air as she turned it on, angling it around her belly to rest on her still-pounding clit. The pleasure was a shock and she choked on her moan.

Agatha’s thighs trembled, pouring sweat. She gasped as something moved inside her. One of the eggs pushed through her passage, squeezing out of her hole with a wet pop. And damn did it feel good coming out. A second followed it, making Agatha whine. She continued to tease her clit, moaning as more eggs parted her twitching folds and gathered on the bed.

Heat engulfed Agatha’s pussy; everything—inside and out—throbbed hard. She had been filled to bulging with cum before, reveled in feeling copious seed dripping down her legs as she limped to the bathroom to deal with it. But nothing would ever rival these eggs; the stretch of them as her hole’s ecstatic twitching squeezed them out. They started to come faster, lining up so one could begin its exit right after the last.

“Mmmm! Keep coming…keep coming,” she chanted, grinding the vibrator harder against her clit. “Fuck, fuck—ahhhh!”

Nothing could have prepared Agatha. As she came, a flood of eggs escaped her. Quick, rhythmic expulsions in time with the rapid clenching and releasing of her insides. Her hips rose off the bed from the sheer, intense pleasure of the sensation, heels digging into the mattress. The eggs landed beneath her, plopping wetly onto the saturated towel. She kept cumming, a string of orgasms brought on by that sweet stretch.

Agatha dropped, empty—as far as she knew. She lay among a mess of fluids and monster eggs, her stomach having returned to its normal size. Her body still buzzed with the small amount of aphrodisiac still in her system and she mindlessly pawed at her sopping cunt, jolting with pleasured aftershocks and moaning weakly.

Somewhere in the haze, she resolved to find a way to make the spell locate the portal somewhere of her choosing. Now that she had just begun a list of creatures she wanted to revisit, after all.

End

Masterlist

who craves being a gloryhole. who would give anything to have their legs strapped open and to the wall, giving anyone access to their pussy and ass and made to do a full shift on a busy Saturday night. Just two faceless holes, no better than a fleshlight. Don’t you want to lose count of how many men have used and cum in you?

Cursing someone’s hole to be tied to a fleshlight sounds like the best kind of revenge.

You now have this fleshlight you can carry around in your pocket. The hole, lovingly rendered with magic. You can watch as it clenches and throbs under your touch. From some distant, and of course hidden area, you can watch as the person its tied to begin to panic as you make good use of your new fleshlight.

You push some lubed fingers inside, twirling them around and spreading them in that heat. The poor victim gasps and brings a hand over their hole to try and stop the intrusion. They don’t know what’s happening, this can’t be real. Their face heats up as they realize they’re in public and can’t leave to figure out what’s going on.

You thrust your fingers now, fully fucking into their hole. The victim will learn to get used to your touch.

You pick out times you know they’ll be at work. Despite wanting to watch their panicked distress at all times, you need your own place to appreciate their hole. You lavish it with your tongue, spending hours licking and sucking of the “fake” silicone of your fleshlight. You buy massive dildos to play with. Starting with ribbed flared cocks and finishing off with thick knotted werewolf cocks.

The next time you see them, they’re a wreck. Legs trembling and eyes glazed over as they try to get on with some grocery shopping. It’s probably because of the vibrator you’ve strapped to the fleshlight locked to max speed. You wonder how long until you fully break them.

Since it’s spooky season. I’m fantasising about trying on some cute halloween costumes by my mirror, when suddenly I feel myself being groped by an invisible force.

I feel my tdick being rubbed through my clothes and a cold hand sneaking up my shirt. I gasp and try to struggle away but before I know it, I’m being lifted off the ground. My costume is ripped off and I’m left helpless and exposed as invisible fingers start feeling my cunt.

I let out an involuntary moan as the fingers slip inside and start pumping in and out. My wet cunt starts to make sloppy sounds as another finger is added and before I can even process whats happening, I feel the unmistakable press of a cock at my hole.

I regain some sense and try to struggle out of the grip I’m in but it’s all in vain, the cock pushes itself in, as deep as it can go. My eyes catch the mirror I was posing in and I can only watch as my cunt clenches around seemingly nothing.

The invisible creature begins to thrust, almost lifting me up and down on its cock. I can’t help myself and begin to moan, the pace picks up. I feel its fingers find my dick once more, it starts rubbing circles while it thrusts. The feeling is near overstimulating and I’m practically shouting in pleasure.

I can feel myself building up to orgasm and I’m unable to care about the strangeness of the situation, desperately, I chase that relief. I take another look in the mirror and the sight of my dripping cunt stretching around this unknown appendage and my cock seemingly jerking on its own pushes me over the edge. I yell and shake as pleasure overwhelms my senses, vaguely I can feel the thrusts getting harder and faster. I cum hard on the invisible cock and not long after I can feel a cold liquid unload into me.

I’m shaking as I’m slowly lowered to the ground. The cock slides out of me and I see my own wetness along with an unrecognisable substance pour out my hole. Dazed and confused, I lay on the floor and hope that the creature comes back some time soon.

I know I said I wouldn’t explain further abt portals being drawn On The Hole > portals drawn in panties but hear me out. One, imagine wearing underwear anywhere ever. And then get rid of it. Then imagine getting pumped full of cum anywhere and everywhere and having absolutely no underwear on to catch the load that drips down the insides of your legs as you attempt to keep everyone around you from becoming aware that you’re getting slutted out by something who isn’t even in the room with you. I rest my case

i have no idea how you’d even make this into anything but i’ve been watching a david attenborough documentary for class and learning about how some plants will imitate female wasps so males will try to mate with them and end up inadvertently spreading their pollen and i just think that’s so funny

Imagine being a pretty little dryad, disguised as a beautiful flowering tree to help hide yourself from some unruly satyrs. It was only camouflage, your body was still there, but it kept you safe.

You’re having a nice time, frolicking with your friends when suddenly you’re picked up by a wasp hybrid. His cock rubs agaisnt your bare cunt desperately, and before long he’s deep inside of you.

Slick sap falls from your thighs, your tummy already being filled with his eggs as he pounds into you. He lands by his hive, and you’re quickly surrounded by other males who are desperate to lay their eggs in a pretty female wasp.

It’s then, to your delight, you discover the flowering tree you disguised yourself as looked eerily similar to a female from their species.

Looks like you’re in for a fun night.

Like imagine you're my coworker and offer to help me, I just gladly say sure and dont ask questions until you come up behind me and pin my hips to the table and start rubbing me through my pants, shushing me when I try to ask what you're doing and listening as I start breathing heavy and whimpering

I love being tied up so I'm on my tiptoes, struggling to keep upright with the tip of a huge dildo in my cunt and nipple clamps pulling my tits upwards. the second my legs get tired and I have to put my heels down for a break, I'm met with my nipples being pulled too far to the ceiling, a vibrator pummeling my clit and a cock far too big buried deep in my pussy

'if it starts to get too much, you can always try getting back on your tiptoes darling. or is my little slut incapable of controlling her own body as soon as she starts getting fucked like the whore she is?'

leave me there for hours as I go between wobbling on my aching legs, and my nipples being tortured whilst I cum over and over

That mating pressed bunny post has stuck with me too much... Could you share any other mating press related thoughts, please?  🥺👉👈 I'll lose sleep over them for sure... (might have to hecking commission you for something along those lines bc whew 🥵)

Hmm hmm let’s see I happen to have another monster fucking draft that includes mating press.

I was thinking earlier about secretly getting bred in semi-obvious areas. Going to hide in a closet (for whatever reason) and finding that something’s nesting there in the tiny, pitch black, space—likely deep in a rut. It pulls you closer and buries you in its nest of random clothes and blankets. Unable to see, suddenly your pants are gone, your hips are propped up nicely, and your legs are pushed back before you feel the monster’s hot and heavy cock sink into you.

Before you can moan or even yell for help, its tongue is down your throat and its hips have met with yours, its balls against your ass. You struggle beneath it stuck in such an intimate mating position as it fucks down into you. Fearful of what’s happening until it cums and you’re filled with a comforting warmth. Thick, sticky, warm, cum rushing from its cock to fill you up.

Nobody notices you being silently ravaged in the closet for hours. Laying there hazy and unaware that you’ve been rapidly impregnated. Messy hole spilling onto the nest and still getting stuffed as the monster adds to its litter…