GIVE ME MONSTER FUCKING PROMPTS I have nothing to do right now.

by 1V1

Summary:

Every so often I open up requests to write monster versions of characters x reader fics. IE 'Mermaid Uzui x Reader' with one or two additional prompts. These are all smut. Anybody can request. If the character is tagged, it's fair game. I also do character ships provided one is monster.

I'm feral. I'm unhinged. I want to write Mermaid!Uzui railing a shipwrecked reader but don't know what kinks to include and im dying please help me.

REQUESTS OPEN

Rape/Non-con chapters are tagged in the summary

Chapter 1: Requests

As the summary suggests, I'm going feral as I'll be having more time soon as I finished half my art projects early. That said, I like writing monster fucking, (as can be seen by a number of my past compilations). The premise is very simple.

You request a character/ship (default being x reader incl reader gender) and 3-5 kinks. 2-3 squicks (if applicable and not already on my list)
If I like it, I write it.

That's it.

No, I haven't forgotten my other fics, yes I know I have neglected my Rengoku fics, (he's a WIP), I just like to be busy with various projects.

That said, here are the very few things I won't write:

-Any of the child characters. Sorry. Just can't do it.
-Scat/Piss
-'Littles' type kink (aka characters acting like children)
-Diaper
-Body Inflation
-Medical
-Incest
-Monsters with deep religious/cultural ties that make them taboo (ie Wendigo)

If anything else comes up I'll ad it but as of right now thats it, the rest is all fair game.
AND YES... you can ask the demon to be specific other types of demons that fine.

Please request I'm barking I wanna make silly fun things.

CURRENT LIST OF POSSIBLE THINGS I'M VIBING WITH
Mermaid!Uzui/f!Reader- Oviposition, Breeding, 2 Dicks, Venom
Werewolf!Rengoku/f!Reader- Bloodplay, Breeding
Naga!Shinjuro/f!Reader- Degredation, oviposition
Incubus!Aizetsu/f!Reader- Feeding, Predator/Prey
Wearwolf!M!Reader with a Miguel O’Hara like build/Aizetsu m!Reader/Hantengu clones - Spanking, humiliation, Drugged Sex
Demon!Muzan/f!Reader-Tentacles (Bro im having Naraku Flashbacks)
Incubus!Enmu/f!Reader- Biting, Feral, Breeding
Naga!Gyokko/f!TReader-Body worship, Praise, Oviposition, Dacryphilia, Breeding
Naga!Gyutaro/f!Reader-Breeding, biting, venom
Vampire!Douma/f!Reader- Bloodplay, Biting, Masochism, Predator/Prey themes, Mind Manipulation
Vampire!Douma/f!Reader- Cult leader, ritual offering
Elf King!Douma/f!Reader- Manipulation, Deal making, Forced marriage, Right sex, Biting, Overstim, Breeding
Siren!Douma/f!Reader- Blood play, Pain play, Captive, DARK
Kitsune!Rengoku/f!Reader- Illusions, Toys, Breeding
DarkMermaid!Rengoku/f!Reader- Heat/Ice play, Pain play, Transformation
Vampire!Kokushibou/f!Reader-Heian era, forced marriage, sadism
FullDemonForm!Kokushibou/f!Hashira!Reader- Dacryphilia, Choking, Breeding, Masochism, Belly Bulge
ThunderGod!Uzui/f!Reader-Sacrifice, m/f/f/f/f
Mermaid!Giyuu/f!Reader- Tsun, forced cohabitation, experiment, cock milking, hypnosis, breeding
Dragon!NB!Reader/Knight!Sanemi- (he/him pronouns- Nesting, courting, cute smut
Werewolf!Haganezuka/Huntress!f!reader-predator/prey, mating marks, dom/sub
Dragon!Haganezuka/f!Reader- Arraigned marriage attempt, over stimulation, breeding

Naga!Obanai/Mitsuri- Soft Snunsband (Snake Husband)
Siren!Mitsuri/Obanai- Femdom, cock milking Vampire!Douma/Kanroji Mitsuri-Master/Slave, Non-con, Auction set up

 

If your suggestion isn't on the list it's fine, just not vibing or maybe no kinks came to mind. The list also isn't a 100% I will write, only ones I like the idea of is all.

Chapter 2: Mermaid!Uzui x Female!Reader

Summary:

Kinks: semi-oviposition, (coerced ovulation), Breeding, 2 Dicks, Venom, Implied Size kink, Double Penatration

You were different. Not different bad but different good. From far away no doubt, drifting on a pathetic little boat dropped into the water as the main ship had slowly sunk below the waves. Not because of him of course! He had just watched, amused that once more, some humans thought it a bright idea to come into Obanai’s territory. The sea serpent wasn’t exactly hospitable, especially not with his little petal swollen with their latest clutch.
Uzui Tengen only got to swim through because Mitsuri liked him. As a brother of course. Uzui was quite happy with his own personal harem.

Unlike the sea snakes, his kind, the mer, were less monogamous, and with how few they clutched, having many mates helped secure the chances your offspring survived! Besides, most fry were female, so it wasn’t like there was any shortage of females in the sea. The sea gods knew how many maids had attempted to get him to take them and add to his harem.

You were different though. A human, (clearly), passed out in a boat with almost no supplies and no shelter. A day or two and you’d die. Peering at your form while Obanai roared and sent the last of the boat under, Uzui hummed. Humans were an interesting bunch. Their fertility and virility made them perfect mates for a number of the sea-people, able to carry clutches of up to 20 eggs for a single mer alone, or able to sire a dozen with a maid! Uzui’s harem had only produced a few clutches, each one suffering a decent loss due to the nature of the sea. Not to mention, mers with human mates were considered higher ranked and more powerful, given the delicate nature of humans and their needs.

Grinning, the merman figured it was possible. You looked young, healthy (if probably a bit tousled from your escape on the dingy), and there was a decent Island in Uzui’s home territory. It even had a small lagoon! Fresh water which was what humans needed right?
Grabbing onto one of the ropes attached to the dingy, the merman hummed, thinking about how soon, you’d be the newest member of his harem, and how you’d look so flashy when he was done with you.

Waking up, stranded on the beach wasn’t how you expected things to go after a sea serpent had taken down the ship you were on. You’d been headed to meet family, and the captain had assured all the passengers that they’d be in safe waters. So much for that. A cruel twist, the lifeboats were dropped into the water before anyone had a chance to get in them. It was only your luck you abandoned your luggage and jumped, swimming and claiming one for yourself. Not that you remembered much after that. A flying piece of debris hit you and you were out.

The island you drifted to was devoid of any signs of human life, and, with no other footprints in the sand, dread suffused you. You were alone. Sort of. It was hard to miss the bobbing white just offshore, purple eyes staring at you. Mermen were known to be violent and dangerous, enjoying eating human women in particular. No doubt he’d seen you and was waiting for you to-
“Hey! Are you done looking on the land? Hey! Don’t ignore me! Hey!” He lifted himself up just enough to let you see part of his humanoid torso. Broad, large, he was muscled- had he been a man you’d find it all very attractive.

“Please leave me alone!” You yelled back, careful to not get near the water. Mers were strong, even the females, able to drown time tested sailors easily. All that mer needed to do was get your ankle and-

“That’s no way to talk to your savior! Besides, I could just sing you over if I wanted!” The merman scowled, swimming closer.
Alarmed, you slapped your hands over your ears. He was right, the hypnotic singing meant he-
He laughed. Uncovering your ears, the merman went to a rock outcrop, hoisting himself up.

He was beautiful. Aside from his well defined human half, handsome and exotic with white hair and purple eyes, his tail was longer than maybe 20 feets. Delicate, sheer fins ran along his sides, complimented by a trail of thick spines along the back. The colors were pearlescent, white but not. A shimmering rainbow that glittered in the sunlight.

Sailors warned of such beautiful men of the sea- he may have looked pretty, but the spines and as you noticed them, his claws, spoke of predator.

With him no longer moving you could make out other details. The strands of pearls that hung from his hair, the opalescent shells carved into beads and shapes, forming a chain across his chest. Around his arms were thick gold bracelets, and at his wrists, hoops that dangled and chimed with his movements. He sported several earrings, gold and gem alike, and what made you blush was the gold hoop throughs his nipples, connected by thin silver chain, almost missed behind the other necklace he wore.

“Well?” the merman’s voice broke you of your observations. “You’re impressed right?” He smirked as you realized in your curiosity, you’d walked closer to him, close enough you now stood at the edge of the outcrop. Frozen as you realized it, the merman sighed.
“I’m not going to eat you. You humans sure love making this up. I saved you! Brought you here to my island. Well, one of them. The others don’t have fresh water and you’ll need it.”
“What do you mean?”
“Obanai, the sea serpent that sank your ship? He wouldn’t have taken you down too unless I took you out of his territory and into mine. He has a large swath, but ,ine has island, AND has the migration paths of three different fish. His only has one. Sanemi-” The mer pointed in a direction, “Has two main migrations, but no islands and Gyomei up to the north? Okay he may have more but he doesn’t want mates he’s too focused on securing his territory and-”
“I’m sorry.” You interrupt the merman, “but um, who are you?”

Purple eyes widen, his grin getting impossibly wider.
“I’m Uzui Tengen! But you can call me Lord Tengen! And you have the honor of being chosen as my new mate!”

So began the strange courtship of Tengen.
You didn’t trust him at first, and he expected that. Upon his declaration you’d fled inland. It took a few days of patience, offering fresh fish and seaweed he knew humans could eat before you had gathered enough courage and trust to approach him again. It was sad, he’d admit. His territory was days swim from any human settlement, and even if he wanted to, you’d have no way to survive the journey due to lack of water alone. Nevermind the fact he’d have to cross through several territories from mers far less gentle and accommodating as him.

You survived well enough. The island had water, coconuts, wild veggies and root plants. Uzui recalled that a few decades ago some humans had tried to settle the island, but ultimately left due to, well, the lack of any reason to properly colonize it. He’d been worried, given the lack of tools, but you made due. A few trips over to Obanai’s territory and one very tense exchange later he’d been allowed to salvage from the ship, bringing back what he hoped was still edible items that were sealed, containers for water, tools- all of which you appreciated. The old dingy was now a shelter, one you were expanding on.

As was he. A nice secure underwater grotto, complete with an air pocket, (which had been hardest to figure out. He’d had to go all the way to Shinobu to ask how to do it right so you’d have a proper and safe nest come your clutch.

Weeks turned into months, and day by day, he saw how you relied on him, trusted him.
Eventually, he broached the subject.

He wanted you for a mate. He had from the start and he had been courting you- that's what all the gifts were, the food. He could provide, he would provide. You’d be moved to the position of first wife, given your human nature, and he found you rather admirable, and not to mention beautiful. In the months surviving, your clothes were gone, your naked form exposed to him, and he longed to claim it. His other wives had seen you, were curious, but as per custom, you didn’t get to meet them until you were his. You may try to attack them to ensure your position as first wife after all!

You’d accepted it. After all, he was all you had, and it was better to be loved than remain alone. From what Tengen explained, mates did mean what it implied. Sex with him. In fact he openly stated it was the main reason he wanted you as a mate. You were young and fertile, and he wanted to sire many offspring. It made you blush, but, so did all of Tengen’s claims about you and your beauty to him.

It was sunset when you met him at the edge of the shore, his purple eyes almost glowing in the last light of the day.
“Are you ready princess?” He crooned, hand held out, to draw you in, deep, where no longer would your feet touch solid ground.
“You promise you’re not going to eat me?” His eyes drifted to your cunt, tongue licking the seem of his lips.
“Only if you want me to princess.” Blushing you boldly made you way to him in the water.

He helped you, breathing air into your lungs as he took you to the underwater cave he’d carved out, the ‘nest’ he’d made. It struck you then, his sheer strength, to carve away stone so quickly, to make it exist for the sole purpose of breeding.

He’d lined the cave with soft seagrass, cool and wet but protecting your body from the rock. It amazed you further when you realized you could see- glowing algae providing light enough to clearly make out everything, a soft blue glow.

“Oh princess.” As you sat on the bed of green, admiring Tengen’s work, the merman groaned, his cocks slowly emerging from his genital slit. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

His kiss was demanding but slow. Tongue sliding into your mouth to taste the freshwater and sweet coconut you’d eaten. His mouth tasted clean. Freshwater- it made sense that his body wouldn’t be salty like that around him. As your tongue danced with his, you gasped, the jagged teeth nearly cutting you as he chuckled, pulling away.
You blinked, realizing that along his tail, that long thing that dwarfed your entire body, were glowing rainbow lights. “Like it princess?” Tengen’s voice had dropped, the jovial loud now a sultry purr, dangerous, melodic. “It’s a warning. That I’m with my little mate and I’ll kill anyone who gets close.” A low growl, he brushed a hand to you hip, “And you are so very small.”

Your blush was making you hot, the way his eyes glowed in the blue algae light, the way rainbows mixed and danced on the walls with his tail- the tail that pulled out of the water, curling under you to lift your body up.

Naked cunt level with your mate’s violet eyes.
“I love doing this.”

Your cry of his mouth to your hot cunt was loud, ringing in the cavern as he began to eat you in only the ways he knew you’d like. His mouth was a seal around your suck, sucking while inhumanly long tongue slipped into your pussy, coaxing arousal and lust. You knew his tongue was long, inhuman, but even when he kissed he hadn’t forced it down your throat. But now, buried inside you, you wailed as he fucked you with it, curling it inside your walls and seeking out what made you keen and writhe.

Moaning into your cunt, Tengen relished the taste of you. You were at your most fertile, pussy tight and wet, sweet tangy slick and gummy walls- you were smaller than him, but this would help. His fangs oozing a bit of the venom to stimulate you, help you relax for when he’d fill you up.

Pulling away, the merman admired your flush body, laying back upon his tail, body soft and pliant. He knew human women lactated, he’d seen them nurse before. Since you’d be carrying his clutch, could he drink your milk? He’d find out soon enough.

His cocks now fully emerged, they throbbed with need. Each one served a purpose. One to stimulate your ovulation, have your body supply as many eggs as possible, the other to properly seed them. Thick, they were inhuman, the fat flared heads with nodules, made for stimulating pleasure in a female or male, while the lengths were almost oval in shape, aiding in the stimulation and filling of thatsoft sweet passage to your womb.

You were obviously intimidated. The inhuman shape aside, each cock was two inches thick, and at least eight inches long.
“That won’t fit. Not both of them.” You whispered, suddenly realizing you perhaps, had bitten off more than you could chew.
“You little females away say that.”

Hot pain, then a wash of bliss. Tengen’s fangs sunk into you neck and heat ran though you. You cunt clenched on nothing as your entire body heated.
“Ten- wha-”
“Just a bit of venom. Help loosen you up, help you enjoy it. I used it inside you already, keep your muscles nice and pliable for when I breed you. Don’t worry. My Suma is even smaller than you and she loves them.”

You didn’t have time to ask who Suma was before the fat tip of his top most cock was nudging at your hole.
“Tengen wait-”
“I’ve waited months princess. Trust me, you don’t want to see me waiting much longer.”

It burned. Hot and full, the cock stretched you open as you gasped, moaning. It didn’t hurt, but the burn was so good. He was right. Your body was pliant, legs spreading further as he slowly sunk in. As one cock filled you, the other slid along your ass, thick stick pre smearing on skin.
“Ahhhh oh princess you’re so good. Knew you’d be a good mate. We’re gonna have such a good clutch.”
As he pulled back and out, the drag of his cock rubbed what felt like every nerve ending inside you. The tip nearly free, you whimpered, legs around his hip, begging to be full again.
“Now now princess, I have to get both in remember?”

The wet pop of his cock coming free was enough, the orgasm hitting you and leaving you shaking, a wail of his name filling the cavern.

“Fuck.” His curse was guttural, hand reaching down, grabbing his cocks and lining them up. “You make a mer insane sounding like that.”

The feeling of fullness, the sudden stretch of both dicks inside your pussy had your vision going white. He felt good. So good. Full and deep and perfect- his venom in your veins made you body able to take him, cunt sloppy and wet from a mix of his own pre and your orgasm. One orgasm to another, Tengen didn’t let you adjust, hips pulling back, forcing each nodule on the heads of his dicks to rub every nook and cranny inside you. He was ruining you and you loved it.

The wet plap plap of him fucking you, the bioluminescence, of his tail flashing as he fucked you, bred you, the moaning that turned to singing, Tengen losing himself as he sang to you, coaxing you to orgasm over and over on his cocks, pussy milking one for the fluid that would have you ovulate while the other readied to fertilize them.

Tengen was singing, his voice mixing to the wet sounds of your hips to his, his cocks plundering your body, you own moans and cries of his name.

Mermen were just as dangerous as their mermaid-siren counterparts, able to coax their victims into submitting to their will.

And as Tengen sang, he wanted you to cum for him, cum until you knew only his name, the feeling of his cocks.

Over and over you did, begging him to fill you, give you a clutch, breed you, mate you, make you his new wife. You wanted him, loved him, he was handsome, perfect, and yes even flashy. You wanted his babies, you wanted him to give you such flashy babies like him. You wanted them to have his eyes, his hair, his scales. You wanted him. You wanted to have his babies over and over and-

The singing ends with roar, both cocks swelling almost impossibly larger inside you, a scream as he coaxes a final orgasm from your body as he flooded you with sperm. Thick white globs sent deep, your cervix relaxed from his venom, from his one cock’s ovulation fluid, the other now finishing the job. Purple eyes looked and glittered in delight as he saw the soft telling swell where your womb lay.

You didn’t feel pain, just bliss. His venom, his cocks, his song, all ensured it. You’d loved mating with him, you’d want to do it again.

Slowly, he shuddered as he pulled out, your pussy, stretched, still so tight around him, milking him for every drop. A few final thrusts, a grunt, he felt the plugging fluid go in, soon to form an elastic barrier that would keep all his seed in until your eggs are properly secured.

The pop of his dicks coming from had you shuddering and mewling in his arms. Your entire body was hot, panting and eyes glassy from the very thorough breeding. Tengen just smiled, a hand hovering over your full womb.

Such a sweet mate he’d found that day at sea. So accommodating. He was so happy. Now that you’d accepted him and been bred, you could meet your new wives. You’d get to share the joy of your first clutch together.
And you were right. This would be a flashy clutch. No scales, they’d all take after him. Flashy little mate, flashy little love.

Chapter 3: Vampire!Kokushibou/f!Reader

Summary:

Kinks/Tropes: Heian era, forced marriage, sadism, blood drinking, fearplay (one sided), domination, size kink, over stimulation

Shivering in the cold night air, you sat seiza, waiting for your husband to enter your new rooms. You had never met him, never spoken a word to him, knew nothing about him save for one thing. He was the undying samurai, the vampire lord. Your family was noble, and you, the daughter of good standing and breeding, was chosen to be presented to the vampire as a bride. An offering to placate his ruthless slaughter of human armies set to free the land of his rule.

It wasn’t a terrible rule of order and law, things were often peaceful. But the knowledge that you lived under the thumb of a demon that drank blood, that every week a new victim would be chosen hung over everyone like a cloud. Neighboring territories thought to kill him and claim the land for their own, but never got far. Only recently had the vampire gone to personally eradicate the ‘threats’. Incursions into the nearby lands and killing everyone in his war path.

You, an offering, to stop the slaughter, you surmised as your family left you in the room, dressed in fine red silks, you were only going to be a single night’s diversion.

The veil over your face hid everything from view, and you could only wait for your new husband to arrive.

Even the ceremony had been rushed. He’d not been present, yet his vassal, another vampire named Kaigaku, had done the needed motions but made clear it was all approved and accepted by his master.

You half expected the vassal to take you for himself, a final duplicity in your life. So much for marrying a good man and living peacefully.

The slide of the wooden doors you dared not look up, veil preventing anything other than the floor from your view anyway.
“So you’re the woman…they have brought me.” The first time you’ve heard his voice and you shuddered. The rumors spoke true- he could allure and command by his voice alone.
“You must be nervous.” A cold hand slid under your veil, lifting it.
He had a stern face, flames etched on his skin. His eyes were inhuman- orange with red sclera, and four extras. Two above, two below. Vampires were supposedly ethereal beauties- but only those of great power gained such transformed vestiges. His hair was long, as was standard by many samurai, black tipped in red like blood, and his skin had an almost human pink, yet still too pale for many.

He was handsome, in the way the dark of night was beautiful.

“You do not scream.” He remarked, a hand offered to help you stand. “You fear me, but do not cower.” As you rose, you felt fear creep up your spine. A night with him was your death. Tonight, you’d die, a sacrifice in vain.

He was gentle, guiding you to the marital bed. He was gentle taking off the robes, taking out the hair pins.
Yet his gentle touch ended as he removed his own clothing.
“Wife.” His voice was dark and full of promise, of pain, of death. “What do you know…of pleasing men?”
Your words were dry, gasped out as you averted your gaze from his form. He was a man, wide and tall, muscled and built for war. A samurai lord in life, eternally in death. “Nothing my lord.” You answered him and he only hummed.
“You will refer to me as your lord husband. My name, Kokushibou, should I be… lenient.” His cock matched the rest of him, large and imposing. He was not a human, yet so much of him looked to be.

“Small, well bred, courtly, a fine wife… you’d have made for a mortal man.” He grabbed your leg, forcing it open, baring your sex to his gaze. “You will find I do not want what weak human men want.” The wet lick to your sex had you gasp and squirm, a single look from his eyes quelling your fear. You knew little of bedroom arts save what your mother and aunts had told you. You were to please your new lord husband, lest he turn violent and cruel.

None of the women had told of you of this cruelty, of his mouth upon your sex, the sucking and licking making a coil in your gut, your heart race as you feared the brush of his fangs yet chased the strange new sensation he brought with his tongue. How did you look to him, a warm woman, flush and mewling under him, pliant and weeping softly from fear and the hope of a quick death? Did it arouse him? Was this his twisted desires? To make you experience pleasure before he gave you such pain?
It must have been, his mouth coming from your sex wet and strings of his saliva mixed with your honey. A low look, his eyes holding your own as he moved his wet lips to your thigh, the white of his fangs shown intentionally as they sunk into the soft give of your skin.

Red hot pain, yet his fingers slid inside you, thumb against your clit as he once more began to torment you. It hurt- burned- as he drank, blood not leaving the seal of his mouth as his fingers fucked into you, a mimicry of what his cock would do soon enough.

Pain bleeds into the pleasure, fangs and fingers, he has lived long enough and conquered both land and it’s women to know how to dominate your body, ruin your mind to knowledge of what was bliss and agony.

How sweet your cry of passion, your orgasm on his hand, the sweet rush in your blood as tears fell from your painted eyes, makeup staining your skin and pillows below.

A woman made to be consumed, and consume you he would.

His bite left it’s mark, a dark purpling bruise and two holes red and angry from his assault. The sweetness enticed him, but more he sought from other sources, other flavors of your fear and pleasure.

“Good.” He praised you, a hand as your cheek, smearing makeup and tears across your face. “You will learn in time how best to please me. For now… I will be gentle on our wedding night. A gift, for you.” His lips, red and bloody kissed you clit, a sharp jolt of too much, of pleasure and pain before he trailed up over your navel, smirking as he hovered over your womb.
“Do you know we cannot sire like mortal men?” He asked. “We create with our blood…choose who we turn to kin. You… will be my first in many years.” He kissed you there, a red stain over a place that one day should have held a babe. But it wouldn’t be. Not with your new husband, the monster now who’d bed you’d warm.

Six eyes closed, two remained, he looked almost human like this. “Does this lessen your fears wife?” He asked, looking from the place above your breasts, his white fangs glistening with drool, drops falling to your heated skin. “That I look a mortal man?”

You shuddered under him, afraid yet unable to deny the pleasure and desire coursing through your veins. “My lord husband.” You began, “Is not a mortal man.”
His eyes opened, a hit of mirth in his smile. “No. No I am not.”

You screamed as his fangs enclosed your nipple, breaking delicate skin as he dank. His body held you down as you could not help but recoil, strike him to escape the burning. His hand pinning your own, the other, holding himself up as you wept from how it hurt, how he made it ache and burn. Yet the ache dulled, the burn lessened, your tears slowed their delicate fall. ONly then did he let go- your nipple puffy and red, swollen from his suction, the marks of his bite still oozing thin trails which he deviously licked and smeared over you.

He painted you with your own blood, calm and indifferent to your pain.

“Do not struggle.” The strike was sharp, hot. Your untouched tit bouncing from the impact before skin pinked. “Unless you wish for punishment.” A whimper, you cried as he pinched and pulled the yet to be marked skin, relishing as you screamed again, his fingers pulling too much, twisting, leaving your nipple just as puffy and abused as the other.

“It is good you are soft.” He remarked. “You will find it easier to take my affections when you are soft.”

His kiss was a cruelty in and of itself. Hard and demanding, his blood soaked tongue tasking you scream as he bit your lip, drinking and sharing your own blood with you.

You were in pain, the pleasure of his fingers and mouth a ghost of a memory. All he gave now was agony and pain.
“Little wife.” He sighed against your lips.
“You will learn to love what I give you.. You will… come to crave it.” He sounded like he meant you to live, but what life would their be as a vampire’s bride?

The coolness of his cock to your thigh, he relished the way you trembled, fearing him so. Your leg lifted up, you no longer fought him, only wept those diamond tears for him.
“Hush.” He crooned, kissing your thigh as he moved it over his hip. “You will find…I am a good, attnative husband… so long as you are a good wife.”

He smeared the lingering wetness of you over himself, coating his length in your fluids. He would break you of your fears, of your reluctance to pain. He would make you his wife, and one day perhaps should you survive his affections, his true wife, queen to his vampiric king.

The blunt head of him, wide and fat was slowly pushed against your prepared hole, no longer as loose from his fingers having been given pain, yet ready enough. He wanted you tight, he wanted to make you feel him break you, feel yourself submit to him in a way that transcended time and mortality.

Primal, visceral. You were his, and as you mewled and begged him to stop, torn between fear and the sudden fullness, the promise of pleasure once more, Kokushibou smiled.
“Look at you wife.” He pushed everything he was into your body, lifting your hips so you could better see the last inches of him slide in, swallowed by the sweetness that was your once virgin sex.
“Made for me… for the pleasure of men. For this purpose…you are fitting a bride.”

You moaned at the sight. His cock fully sheathed inside you, the slight mound of your belly, full of his dick to the point it showed under your skin, the feeling of being full, of being connected-
“This wife, is where you belong.” He thrust and you howled. It was too much- too deep, too full, too much- Yet your legs hooked behind him some part of you relishing and reveling in it.
Kokushibou fucked like he fought, brutal, ruthless, dominating. The hard thrusts had your breasts bouncing, bites flowing red, tears pouring as you wailed under him, chanting his name and title. He liked this sight of you, ruined and wrecked, begging for mercy.

Mercy for what? The pain from before, his bites that burned now only served a stark contrast to the pleasure once more building inside you, around him, from him. His hand came down on your chest, abusing your tender breasts as his hips bruised your own. When he had left slow growing violet on your chest be moved to your ass, hard spanks making you keen and beg him even sweeter than before.
You could feel the wet slap of his skin, your cunt sucking him back in, coating him in your desire and mixing with his own. The squelch of your cunt as he bottomed out, his balls hitting your ass, affirming how deep he was, how he had carved a place inside you only he could and would fill.

HIs body was cold where your body ran hot, his laugher cruel as you wept, pain and pleasure- blue and red until all you saw was violet. His fangs buried in your neck, your shoulders, your arms, your breasts- He devoured you, drop by drop, fucking you through one orgasm into the next. He was the lord, the master, king of this domain and all others. He was your husband, and he would have you as he pleased.

Laughing as you screamed, another orgasm forced from your form, from your lungs, he kissed you, pouring your blood and his past your lips, “Taste yourself…taste me on your tongue.” he pant against your mouth. “This is your purpose. My wife.” He moaned as he lifted your leg higher, allowing him to go impossibly deeper. He was breaking your body, your mind.

Gone was the burning agony of pain, gone was the red hot depths of torment. All you knew now was him, the feeling of his cock fucking you, his voice, his cold soothing touch, the smoothness of fangs sliding into skin.

How beautiful you looked, limp and helpless under him as he fucked you full of his come, as he made your womb swell with inhuman seed.

A final touch, the last ropes of spend covering your bloody and ruined form, he chuckled, knowing you’d wake to pain and hiss at the feeling of his seed on your skin. You were so sweet, so innocent and virginal, a bride of immaculate breeding and pedigree. Trained to sing and dance- you’d screamed and thrashed against him so weak and helplessly. Taught courtly manners, you’d called his name, called him lord husband until your throat ran dry.

His claims littered your skin, inside and out- marked his, you would never again look into a mirror and not remember him and what he could give. Pain- you’d succumbed in the end to it’s pleasure, to the bliss it’s agony could bring. Smiling to himself, he let you rest upon his bed, soaked in your blood, sweat, and sex. Throwing on a robe, Kokushibou made his way out to the window, opening it to the cold dark night.

Fires glowed in the distance, his armies marching on.

Humans had thought a bride might soothe the ache of hunger in him, satiate the beast, the demon inside his very soul. He could have laughed at their foolishness. All they had done is given him a pretty lover to please him, a wife he’d coveted yet could not take without inciting rebellion. Now, he had you, and his armies could continue his conquest.

You made such a pretty picture under him.
He could hardly wait to have you by his side.
A queen to his soon to be king.

Chapter 4: Werewolf!Kyojuro/Female!Reader

Summary:

Kinks: Size kink, bloodplay, breeding

‘Don’t go walking after dark’. It was pretty fair warning to give any woman late at night. Yet you, forced to work late hours, had no choice. Not that you really could mind right now, what with a very robust werewolf currently balls deep in your guts.

It hard started with your usual walk home, nothing out of the ordinary. But then the howl. It resonated in the dark, echoing off trees and buildings. Rumors of a wolven beast were recent, taking animals and devouring them whole leaving nothing behind. But as you turned the corner, it wasn’t a beast but a monster. A towering figure of vibrant gold fur, a thick mane looking like it was on fire streaked as it was with red. Eyes a burning crimson that pierced the dark night. You knew what beast now stalked the streets.
A werewolf.

Running was your only option. Not that you could outrun him. The howl that chased you spelled your doom. Too far from home, from any sanctuary, you only could delay the inevitable, tackled to the ground, grunting as the road scraped your skin.
“So small.” The beast above you growled, voice inhuman yet almost intoxicating in how deep it was. “Yet so.. Fertile.” The beast scooped you up as you screamed in protest, carried off deep into the woods, far from civilization, far from any hope of salvation.

His den was crude, a mossy cave lit only by an oil lamp that had seen better days and fur covered blankets and rugs mismatched- likely stolen. Yet, they were, fur aside, surprisingly clean.
Tossed into the pile, the werewolf chuckled as you scrambled to put distance between you.”You know, you should thank me.”
You glared, trembling. “W-why should I?”
“Others have been stalking young women, for far more evil things than seeking a mate.” In the light of the oil lamp you could make out more features. He was truly a wolf and man as one. His face beastial, yet his eyes hold a human touch. His torso, though covered in glossy golden fur, was sculpted like that of men, as were his arms and thighs. Only his hands and calves were inhuman, claws and digitigrade feet.
“I don’t understand what do you mean.” His ears flicked forward as he moved to sit beside you, smiling, or, giving his best approximation of one.
“Some human woman have a certain… scent to them. Making them more appealing to monsters and demons as food. Others, like myself can scent out which humans have the ah..” He paused. “The ability to breed with our kind.”

You paled. “I don’t want to breed!”
“Are you certain?” The werewolf blinked, red and as you got a better look, red and orange eyes locked on you. “Don’t you feel warm with me? A bit aroused and yet also safe? You carry the blood of fae, maybe… six or seven generations ago. It makes you respond well to my kind and others. Your natural instincts should tell you the truth, you find me suitable. I am after all, the Undying Flame, Kyojuro Rengoku.”
Nervous you dared ask. “Undying flame?”
“Yes.” His claws ran over his chest and you noticed how that patch of fur was white.
“A rival, a demon at that, carved a hole through my very body, yet I survived. I slew him with what many thought to be my final breath yet here I am. His territory is now mine, and so, I keep it. Your home is just outside, and I had been hoping to expand it but so far I haven’t found the one who’s responsible for it…” The werewolf’s tail thumped behind you, long and tipped in red like his mane.

An ear flicked towards you. “You can touch it if you like.” He huffed, amused. “I won’t bite.” Your expression must have betrayed your doubt as he laughed, loud and cackling, wolfish.
“Go on.” He enticed you. “Touch it, pet my tail.” IT was so odd. Yet, as his fur moved through your fingers it was just as it looked. Soft and clean, silky.
“You can pet elsewhere if you like little one.” His voice a low growl, you felt your cunt throb in response.
“Mm I would enjoy any petting you gave me. And I think you’d like it too.” You blushed as he sniffed the air, a knowing look in his eyes.
“I-” You were of fae descent. It made sense then why he’d taken you. You knew your family history but your mother said it was hearsay. But now, in the presence of a werewolf, one of the magic born, you could feel what he described. Your senses heightened, your body warm and the sense of safety here beside a man you didn’t know.
“I don’t know anything about you but your name.” You wanted to reject him, but you knew the stories, the things that awaited those loved by magic. Werepeople were a hardy sort, warriors all. They did not gather wealth like elves, or knowledge like spirits, but rather power and glory, luck and good fortune. To marry a were always guaranteed a good future as it went. But weres rarely mated outsiders.

And werewolves in particular, rarely mated without having courted.
“Do I know you?” The golden wolf chuckled.
“How about we mate, and then you find out who you have?”

So it was.
You could do little better than a powerful magic being, and it was better security than being wed off to some random man.

And as he watched you strip, you could feel the air heat with your body now flush with your latent magic calling to his.
“Always so pretty, such fire, my little flame, my darling blaze.” He crooned, licking at your neck before guiding you back to the makeshift bed.
“Do you know what happens when a werewolf mates?” He asked. At your blush he answered his own question. “At the base of our cock is a knot. Like all canines, we lock in our mates, securing our seed in their womb to ensure they get with pups. Tonight, I’m going to knot you, breed you, and mark you as mine inside and out.” His voice was growing more beastial, harder to understand. It was terrifying, seeing his fur puff up, his claws dig into the stone like sand. He was holding himself back and yet you also felt the pure lust rolling off of him in waves. Your body responded in kind, cunt wet and readying for the feeling of being fucked like an animal.

“You’re almost ready little flame.” His hand came down, pushing you into the blankets, and as you noticed now, furs underneath. Heat crept up your face when you realized you position. Ass up and head down. “Ohh… sweet mate, you treat me so well.”

The wet cold of his nose bumped you pussy, a yelp of surprise as his muzzle began to press against your body. His hands at your ass, spreading them, allowed Kyojuro to better lick and slurp at your cunt, drinking in your arousal and coating you in his own drool. It was messy, and made vulgar debauched sounds. Sounds that Kyojuro seemed to rather enjoy making, chuckling when you mewls and pant, a particular hard press of his tongue on your clit before he’d drag it over your folds.

You didn’t notice his hands moving, raking nails down your legs, drawing up thin red lines that oozed trails of blood. He kept you distracted, and the magic kept you pliant. He would just need some blood for the ritual. After all, binding you to him was serious magic. Sex and blood, the most potent of magics, he’d have you forever.

How pretty you were to him as he picked up your body like it was featherlight, laying you on your back before shoving his tongue down your throat, making you suck your own pussy juice from his tongue. And you did suck- lips swallowing the muscle down and licking it. You loved the feeling, almost like a cock but not the right shape, not so fat. You loved the tingling pain as Kyojuro began to cut your skin, patterns and designs running red, smearing on you and his fur.

“Ah-”
“Such a good girl for me, such a sweet mate.” He praised you, crooning in that carnal voice of his as he cut you, letting you bleed to either further the stains on skin or licked away, his eyes burning with a darker hunger.

“I want to stain our den with you. Smell you in every way when we mate for this first time.” He bent, nose pressed over your chest where he’d cut a pattern of fire over your heart. “I want to fuck in your blood as we breed.” You were in pain but not feeling it to be painful. Tingling, like there was a fire now crawling across your skin, sharp and hot.
“Little flame, sweet blaze.” Red eyes burned, his fangs glimmering wet in the lamplight.
“Present for your mate.”
Tits down, ass up, you spread your legs eagerly, softly panting into the blankets as you felt the massive furry form nudge them wider, the feeling of him strange but new and exciting. Hot wetness against your cunt, the tapered tip of him teasing at your hole.

“Howl for me my fire.” One thrust and he hilted himself in your, your scream of bliss matching his own howl into the night.

He was inhumanly large, yet between his eating you out, your wet pussy, and a bit of carnal magic in your blood, you hole took him without much strain. Yet he was filling every inch of you to the point you could feel your body squirming to escape him. It was too much, the fullness leaving your belly distended by the sheer amount of cock currently inside you. It should be impossible to be this full of dick yet to Kyojuro, you fit him like a glove.
Your screams and babbling was music to him as he rut into you, hips against his fur, his cock sliding in and out of you with obscene sounds while he felt his balls smack against your clit with each thrust. Rough, beastial, he loved mating, he loved you. Your scent was a match for his, soothing, comforting, sweet and tangy with lust and oh so lush with the fact he could tell you were fertile.

He’d get at least one pup tonight. Or, he’d just keep going until you were. He was fine either way.
The copper scent of your blood mixed with the scent of sex and sweat, your skin glittering in the lamplight as he fucked you hard enough to bruise. Your body was pliant, tits shoved into fabric and the roughness having you keen, begging to more yet also reprieve. Kyojuro was a good mate though, shoving an arm under your torso, breasts hovering over the cloth as he kept going. The soft fur and warmth on his body turned hotter, the cuts littering you agony so sweet. You couldn’t see how they stained golden fur, yellow to orange to red. His body aflame with you and your life and his melting into one.

The feeling of his cock, rubbing over and over you g-spot, the way it was tapered, nearing your cervix, you knew he’d flood your womb, make you cream over his dick until he was done. Kyojuro was dominating you, making you submit in a deeply erotic way that you found yourself begging for.

The burn of his claws running over you, the way you howled his name- you were so small to him, so cute in how you struggled and writhed as he fucked you.

“Kyo-Kyo-” Your whimpering mewls only turned him on more, sweet begging as he snarled, losing himself to his beast. His growl by your ear, threatening, demanding you stop resisting his rutting, had you moaning his name, cunt tight around him as you came over his dick.

It was the first of several.

Over and over Kyojuro fucked you, never once stopping. One orgasm bled into a second, painful and hot. The second found the third and embers, and as he kept going it changed to euphoric. This was perfect, this place, surrounded by his body, trapped by him, his fur against your back, the smell of sex and blood, the pain of cuts and his claws hot sweet agony, the growls and snarls of the animal above you, fucking you- breeding you!

The pressure of his knot at your entrance left you begging, babbling, saying your deepest desires as Kyojuro pushed, determined to knot you and fill you with his offspring.

The swelling knot rammed and bullied at your entrance, slowly forcing it in, forcing your tiny body to accommodate the knot of a wolf. The wet pop as he managed to break you left you screaming as he howled. You were knotted, pussy gushing, squirting as he came, hot thick cum sinking in and with nowhere to go, breaching your very womb.

Teeth at your neck your screams of pain mixed with pleasure as he marked you, claimed you. You were his mate, his chosen, his perfect, fated one. White spots decorated your vision before it all became a blessed black.

Soft birdsong woke you, alongside sore muscles and tender parts. The itch of healing cuts littered you like love bites, and yet you felt contented and satisfied.
“You’re awake.” The voice not of a werewolf but of a man filled the cavern. Sitting in front of a fire, roasting two fish was very naked, very handsome man with a mane of yellow red hair. “I half expected you to sleep longer little flame.” His eyes wide and bright, his smile just the same.
This was Kyojuro Rengoku.

“Good morning sweet mate.” You blushed, now recognizing him. He was he son of the regional magistrate from two towns over, about two steps from nobility. The one all the girls in the villages gossiped about. As he handed you a fish, he moved with brazen confidence. You couldn’t help but look at his human form. Muscular, toned abs, a strong jawline, big hands, and an ass you wanted to bite-
“I’m glad you like this form too. Was a bit worried you’d like the wolf more.”
Swallowing you didn’t know what to say. Him being the son of a magistrate would explain why his family was so powerful in the region. After all, most weres that held a territory had some sort of human side claim as well.
“I-” You blushed, realizing that before you wasn’t just a man, it was your mate. Your mate who’s very human cock was half hard and far larger than most human men. A smirk, Kyojuro went to your side, hand cupping your face and a thumb at your lips.

“Eat breakfast little blaze, then, we can make sure you’re nice and pregnant before we head home.”

Chapter 5: Naga!Shinjuro x Female!Reader

Summary:

Kinks: Non-Con/Rape, Venom, Oviposition, Breeding, Degradation/Humiliation, Two Dicks/DP

You didn’t know what to do. You had been sent into the woods to collect medicinal herbs, since your sibling was sick and thus unable to do the task, and both your parents were busy in town. With the summer fast approaching and spring now at it’s best, this was the perfect time of year to collect medicine for drying and storage for the rest of the year. Not to mention the window wasn’t all that wide form some.
Yet, bamboo basket in hand, you never expected to go too deep, sliding down a hillside and ending up in Naga territory. It was a place lush and teaming with life, but everyone knew why- Nagas were highly territorial, and killed any who would trespass. Supposedly this area had a variety that was more aggressive than others, and almost no one survived. The last encounter had been some years ago- an entire hunting part killed save a dog and a boy who’d only been on his first hunt, made to run when the naga had been spotted.

Yet here before you was the naga that matched the stories- Vibrant golden hair dipped red with blood, eyes like topaz, a long, maybe 50ft tail with red scales that shifted in the light like they were one fire.

You didn’t know his name, only that his human half looked to be an older man, scars littering his chest and arms, and from the way he sneered at you, not expecting to add to that collection.
“Another human.” His disgust was palatable as you backed into a tree, shaking as he got close, tail having him move through the underbrush with ease. “I thought your kind would have gotten the picture by now. You’re not welcome here.”

“I- I’m sorry. I just- I fell-”
“Down the hillside, I saw.” He huffed, now within arm’s reach. Citrine eyes glanced at the basket. “For herbs of all things.”
“Please it’s for-”
“Let me guess. Your family. Weak humans who need to eat herbs to stave off death. Tell me, how much did you take from me?” His strength was forbidding, ripping the basket from your hands to peer inside. “A fair bit little thief.”
“Please I didn’t those are from the other side-”
“And a liar too.” A cruel smile played on his face. “A thief and a lair, how pathetic.” Tossing the basket to the side you whimpered, all your hard work gone. Yet worse, now the naga looked at you, hunger blatant in his eyes.
“So weak, so soft and feeble. Such a shame.” A taloned hand came cupping your face as you began to cry. “Pathetic little thief. Suppose I’ll have to teach you a lesson huh?”

His hand pushed your head to the side of your neck exposed for him. “Hmmm?” Leaning in, the naga inhaled, a hiss coming from him. “Ha. How lucky for you. Kyojuro’s been wanting a brother.” Before you could register his words, his fangs sunk into your neck with burning pain, only a soft scream leaving you before the venom took effect, darkness filling your vision.

When you woke up, you found yourself in an underground cavern, vines and moss coating the floor a thick cool blanket against the warm air. A single hole in the ceiling offered light. Was this the naga’s nest? It was lacking human bones, but rather, was littered with bright red cloths. In fact anything red or gold seemed to make it’s way there. Golden metals, red gems- this was a naga’s lair and it’s treasures, so why were you here-

Dread filled you.

Nagas were known to kidnap humans and use them for mates when they couldn’t find none of their own. They would take them not to the breeding nest at first but rather their treasure nest, courting behavior. If you ever found yourself in a nag’s treasure you were either going to be part of it, or, had a death wish.

“Good, you’re awake. Been a while since I used my venom.” The Naga emerged from the darkness, his tail coiled behind him. “From your expression you know why I brought you here.” His smirk was a cruel thing. “Good. Saves and explanations. Little liar, you’re going to repay me for my mercy by carrying my next clutch. Just a season. Then you’ll be able to go home. If you still want to in the end.” You were shaking.
“I can go home?”
The naga snorted. “Not until you lay my clutch and nurse them. My eldest is useless- and my second is not much better. I need better sons if I ever plan to leave my territory to them.” Grabbing your arm he motioned to your clothes with the other. “Go on, strip. Or else I’ll do it for you.”

Stripping down, the humiliation burned, and the way the naga circled, you eyes roving over your body had heat and shame filling your face. To not only have fallen into naga territory, but to become the mother of more monsters was a thing you would be lucky to live down. You’d be ruined to future partners, monster touched, but at least you told yourself, you’d be alive.

“Took you long enough.” The naga snapped, tossing your clothes to the side as if they had personally offended them. “Not bad.” He closed the space between you, a hand roughly shoved between your legs.
“Ha. Disgusting. Already aroused?” You stammered, flush with shame. His fingers pulled away, slightly wet. “Maybe you wanted to be found, be a little incubator.” He hissed.
“No-” You went to protest, his hand grabbing your jaw.
“Shut up. LIttle liars can’t be trusted to tell the truth now can they?”

He was rough, shoving your down into the bed of moss; you could only do as he willing, afraid yet compliant in hopes of living to see tomorrow. Your laid back there, the cool moss a soft bed that smelled of the earth and woods as the red coils circled around you.
“Tell me your name human.” The naga peered down, cracking his neck as you waited under him, modesty keeping your legs shut and arm over your chest. As your name left your mouth he laughed.
“How boring. Little liar, thief, suits you better.” He torso lowers a hand yanked on a leg, forcing it to spread. “You will call me Shinjuro. Remember to scream it when you come.”

The naga, Shinjuro licked the seem of his mouth at the sight of your sex, chuckling darkly when he noticed the faint wetness that had gathered. “You really are aroused. Tell me, is it the fear? The humiliation? The domination? The fact you’re being made into my cock sleeve?” Your pussy twitched at the insult, making him laugh. “All of it then. You’ll be a fun one. Haven’t enjoyed myself in a while.”

Spitting on your stomach you yelped like he’d struck you, a distraction as he pulled back to press around his lower torso, the genital slit opening to reveal the thick cocks that were going to impregnate you.
“Two of them?” You asked, now wondering how he planned on actually fucking you.
“I am a naga human. But don’t worry. My last mate had no complaints. You won’t either if you do what I say.”

You could only nod as he bent down, lifting your legs and tucking his tail under, keeping your hips level with his face.
“Remember thief, it’s Shinjuro.” The bite to your thigh hurt, a icy cold venom seeping into you before heat bloomed.
“What was that-” You asked, feeling yourself start to grow hot.
“A bit of aphrodisiac. I could use the paralyzing venom but I want to see and hear you scream the first time around.” Without warning his mouth was on your cunt. There was less licking and more suction, his lips sealing around your clit as two fingers prodded your entrance, slowly working you open. Between the sudden intense abuse to your clit and his venom, you quickly grew wet with his touch, and two fingers became three, then-
“One more, just to make sure you’ll be able to take it the first time.” Four fingers hurt in a way that felt good. You’d never been with a man like this, only done this and that but Shinjuro fucked you with his hand like he wanted to ruin you. Maybe he did.

The wet schlup schlup of his fingers fucking you, the suction, the way he looked at you, full of mocking contempt- you came, a soft scream as you felt him pull away to laugh at your orgasm. “Look at you, cumming from such simple touches. You’re going to hate it when we start mating properly. Don’t worry, I’ll keep going even if you pass out. In fact, if you do, that’ll just mean I can fill you up with more eggs.”

Legs shaking he slapped your thigh. “And look at the mess you’re making all over my scales, filthy. Humans really are such animals.” You could feel your juices dripping under you, no doubt doing as he said, dirtying his scales.
“Can you even hold back? Or are you such a slut that you’re wanting my cocks already? Ha. A whore and a thief. Your legs are spread and I haven’t even started yet. Slutty little human. You’re only good for fucking and breeding.” Filth poured out of his mouth yet he moved your body like a doll, mindful of your limits. Laid among his coils, you were supine, His cocks oozing a thick clear fluid and now aligned with your empty sex.

At the half reclined angle, gravity would have you sink onto him, forced to accept it by the weight of your own body.
“Look at your body. Wet, hot, needy. Don’t worry, I’m a good man, I’ll take care of you. You’re going to be my little cock sleeve for the rest of the season after all.” His hand slapped your thigh as he grinned down at you.
“Beg for it whore.”
Tears beading on your lashes, you were lost in your own emotions. You were humiliated, afraid, and yet all you could think about was how empty you felt, how you liked his rough hands, his cruel words.
“Please.” You whimpered for him. “I’m a thief. A lair. I need you, need you to fuck me. Punish me. Let me pay back what I took. Please. Please. Use me. Fill me up, breed me-”
His hand at your jaw, Shinjuro shoved a thumb into your mouth as your tears ran down your face.
“You’re pretty when you beg human, I’ll give you that.”

He moved, and you found yourself sliding down, both cocks breaching you and filling you up in one swift motion.
You did scream his name. Arms grabbing at him while you sank even further down his shafts, the naga hissing his own pleasure as your tight heated walls slowly took him in. You writhed nails digging into his biceps as you wept, pussy stretched wider as both his cock stuffed you, leaving no room for anything but his cum to go right into your womb.

Shinjuro only grinned as you bottomed out. You’d be taking more than just dick this day.

In his coils, you were trapped, a perfect situation for him to lift you up and then slam you back down, forcing you to feel him deep each time. The wails you let out were music, pleasured cries and erratic begging for him to stop then begging him for more. Your poor human brain so lost and confused as his venom worked you over.

Your tits bounced in the humid cave, sweat running down your body and SHinjuro greedily drank it in. His cold blood relishes the heat of your pussy and skin. He’d keep his cocks inside you after today, have you warm him at night. Fangs at your neck he thinks how he can’t help himself, the way you cling to him, legs around his hips, arms under his to dig into the meat of his shoulders, you cling and beg and whine. How could he not bite you again, get another taste of you, so sweet and fertile. You’d likely carry them all to term. Maybe, he’d breed you for more than just the one season. Your pussy was certainly tight enough to tempt him.

The wet slap of skin to skin, the screaming begging of too much, of more, of his name- Shinjuro laughed as you came, eyes rolling back as he kept going. True to his word, he didn’t stop. As your orgasm built again, body limp, he could feel them- the eggs he’d saved from his last mate slowly making their way to his secondary cock.
“Don’t worry your stupid little human head. I kept some of my former mate’s eggs. You’ll just be incubating them this time.” Your mind didn’t have time to question what he meant by ‘this time’ as you felt something firm press at your already well stretched hole. Panic surged as Shinjuro grunted, grinding inside and against you determined to force whatever he was about to put into your body inside your already stuffed passage.

The feeling of it popping in then surging down your pussy just to sink into your womb had you screaming. It was too much- inhuman, impossible, yet it felt so good. One, two, three- you lost count, each time Shinjuro groaned, another slid pat your entrance and sunk into your once empty womb. And each time another did, you came, tremors wrecking your body as it was helpless to the onslaught of pleasure.
“That’s right you little thief. Take what I give you. It’s what you deserve, my greedy whore.” He was panting, eyes glittering like citrine as he forced them in. In the back of your mind you knew it was eggs. He was putting eggs inside you rather than use your own. Babbling you didn’t know it was possible, yet the feeling of them going in, settling in your womb, your body distended as they filled you didn’t lie.

“Good girl.” You mewled at the praise. “Now, just to… ah good little slut. Take all of it.” He moaned loudly as you trembled, warm come flooding you, coating the eggs inside you and ensuring your pregnancy.

And like he promised, you passed out just as he pulled away to admire the swell of your belly and the full clutch you’d undoubtedly taken on.

 

Weeks later, as Shinjuro fucked you again, you couldn’t help but moan as he called you his whore, his thief. He was a cruel naga, making you cum and fuck him daily. His words degrading and humiliating yet every time they made you desire what would follow. The naga was in the end, loving, kissing your lips and whispering sweet promises of an idle life as his mate, cared for, loved, and well kept. All you had to do was lay his clutch and give him a few more.
He never told you that his venom also made you addicted to him. But it was okay, because as your body kept his first clutch warm and safe you’d already begged him for a second.

Who was he to deny his little thief her just rewards?

Chapter 6: Dragon!Haganezuka/F!Reader

Summary:

Kinks: Body transformation mid sex (Haganezuka), Breeding, Over stimulation, mating press, A slight bit of femdom if you squint

The dragons who dwelled in the mountains were not hostile to human per say, but it went without saying that come summer, at the hottest of the year, one would do best to stay inside to escape the heat and a dragon’s eye. This year had been no different in that regard to your plans. You after all didn’t want to find yourself suddenly chased down by some horny lizard who’d try to turn you into a waddling mess for several months. Not to mention dragons mated for life. No thank you, you’d much prefer to be romanced.

It was always curious though, that the dragon you frequently interacted with Hotaru Haganezuka, was without a mate. By dragon standards, he was an older male, and most dragons found a mate in their youth or as young adults. He was odd though, when he came down in human form, his swords delivered to their respective owners. A forge dragon, he was renowned through the region as a master swordsmith, unlike many of his kin who chose professions such a lapidary, jewelry making, or well, fighting services. Being able to take a humanoid form over their usual house sized bodies made them rather well valued clients and allies.
Still, you mostly interacted with Haganezuka because your family were leatherworkers, yourself quite skilled. Haganezuka usually would come by every few weeks, give you a sword or two to make sheaths for, or buy leather for whatever project he was working on. He was typically fairly even mannered lest you insult his swords (which like any dragon, he was rather a proud creature). When he did visit you always enjoyed your conversations, asking of his latest works over tea and the dango he so liked.

Still, from Haganezuka’s talks recently a number of dragons would be flying through during the summer and you were better off inside. It was as close as he ever got to saying you were pretty.

So a week before the hottest parts of the year tended to begin you were taken aback by an elder man waiting at you door. He introduced himself as Tecchin Tecchikawahara, Haganezuka’s elder and adoptive father. He had a favor to ask of you in relation to his ‘son’.
“He’s been without a mate you see, his entire life, and for us dragons, that can be and is often fatal.” You frowned.
“Why doesn’t he want a mate? Um..” You blushed, “Have you considered he might prefer, you know…”
“I thought of that! But when I sent over some nice young men he just sent them away saying he preferred women! At least I know that much.”
“I don’t mean to pry, but I fail to see how I can help him? Unless you mean that I-”
The man, so small as a human waved the notion away. “Of course not miss. But, he is fond of you, and thus, may be open to listen to you. A few ladies will be flying to uh, offer themselves as potential mates next week. I thought if perhaps a woman was there to offer advice and encourage him, he may actually chose a mate!”
“I don’t know if he’d listen to me over you if I’m entirely honest.”
“You’d be surprised. Hotaru listens to those he likes and their opinions carry far more weight that that of this old one. If not you, I’d ask another dragon he’s friends with, Kozo, but that one’s mate is due for her heat this year, and they’ve been waiting to clutch for some time now.” It was an awkward situation to be sure. But, Tecchukawahara was right, you did consider Haganezuka to be a friend, and you’d like to help him find a mate and settle down.

“Okay.” You smiled, not knowing under the man’s mask he was close to crying with you as you agreed. “I’ll help Haganezuka get a mate.”

So now the hottest day of the year, you were just outside the cave that Haganezuka called his lair, three very lovely dragons just outside the mouth, all gossiping. Apparently, among dragons, Haganezuka was known for his temper and general stand-oofish behavior. He also was known to be one of the strongest dragons with a good lineage, and handsome to boot. The ladies also asked you your thoughts and you were honest. You didn’t know what he looked like a dragon, just a humanoid male with dark hair and curved onyx horns. He kept his face behind a mask as many dragons in the region did, and he seemed he was fairly muscular. You assumed he must be somewhat attractive given the ladies gossip, but mostly, you thought him fairly amicable, if quick to defend perceived slights in his pride. He was passionate about things he liked, his swords most of all, and held a deep respect of his fellow craftsman. His swords also, were bar none, the best swords you ever worked with and were a genuine joy to make accessories for.
You suggested to the ladies to ask about his forge, his work, and pay him compliments. Oh, and offer him dango, as it was his favorite snack. The dragon women tittered, thankful for your advice as the four of you waited for the bachelor himself to come out, Tecchikawahara cajoling him inside the cave.

“I’m telling you old man! I don’t have time for females! Let me get back to my work!” A rumbling, rocks moving, you gasped in awe as the hulking black form emerged.
He was like many of his kin, long and slender of the eastern dragons, with horns meters long with many branches. You knew it to be Haganezuka, as there, on a branch, was the tiny wind chime he had tied to it, tinkling as the beast shook his head. His scales were a deep black, a few seeming to be with red undertones, and his claws, you noted, were with five fingers. A mark of his lineage from old dragon lords before their kind had reformed. Bright orange eyes glared at the three females, two reds and a green, before the glare turned to you. They widened a bit before he snapped.
“What are you doing here?! Go home!” You scowled right back at him, as if daring him to tell you a second time. Haganezuka knew you well enough that like him, you could be rather stubborn, so he said nothing more towards you.
“You haven’t even spoken to them yet!” A small, almost hut sized orange dragon came out of the cave, “At least talk to them!” His head swiveled and paused over the females. This was your time.
“They came to meet you and maybe, begin courting! I’ve spoken with them and they’re all rather nice ladies, they even-”
“To long a snout, that one has the scent of being freshly fucked by another male, and the third I’ve met before as she called my swords ugly.” All three dragons began to yell insults back. There was one thing you never did with a dragon and that was to insult their pride.
“Wait no! Ladies come back! I’m sure he didn’t mean it!” Tecchikawahara called after them, a bit distressed. You could understand. That could hardly have gone worse.
“I did.” With that Haganezuka went back into his lair, pausing to look at you before he snorted.
With a heavy sigh, Tecchikawahara asked you to check on Haganezuka while he went after the women to maybe smooth things over.

It was always dangerous to go into a dragon’s lair. Only usually those close to the dragon could do so safely given their latent territorial nature, and even friendship with Haganezuka maybe wasn’t enough. But if his father said okay…

The cave was warm, but not uncomfortable. A series of vast tunnels, you guessed that if Haganezuka went anywhere, it’d be his forge which was closer to the cave’s entrance or to his nest which, was just asking for trouble if you went down there. Haganezuka was a very private man after all.

Meandering around the caves you did find his forge, a massive thing no human could work. Weapons for both dragonkind and for humans laid out, works in progress. They were incredible. Glittering steel and stones, different sizes and shapes, all works of art in their own right.
“I thought I told you to go home.” Haganezuka’s voice was edging on angry as he walked into the room, his body taking up the space and making you realize that despite his humanoid appearance, this was him as his most true self.
He was handsome you thought, the dragon women not lying about that rumor.
“Sorry, I wanted to check on you.” Your eyes flickered to the blades on their tables.
“...Well you can see I’m fine, so leave.” He left the room, foot falls quiet despite the echo of the cave walls. Wait. You knew a bit about Haganezuka, and the fact he was just.. Leaving in his forge, his most favorite place in the world, around his precious swords? Something clearly didn’t add up.

He knew you were stubborn and really if he wanted you gone he’d have to pick you up and set you outside himself!

Trailing after him you began to badger him.
“Liar. What’s going on?”
“Nothing. Leave.”
“Nothing? Haganezuka I came to help you find a mate! You father said you’ll die without one!”
“He’s being dramatic. I’ll be fine.”
“So you’re okay? Dying?”
“Well I certainly don’t have a mate now do I?”
“You could have! You had three just now to pick from!”
“I’m not going to mate a female I don’t like!”
“Well then mate a woman you do!”
“Fine!”

You didn’t have much time to react, a claw sweeping you up and tucking you to his chest. Ah well, he was kicking you out. Not that you didn’t suspect it wouldn’t happen-

Your drop into what were an ungodly amount of furs and silks was not what you expected.
“Well?” Haganezuka, the massive black dragon with orange eyes looked down as you shuffling his feet by the mouth of the room. Looking around your jaw dropped.

It was a room, filled to the brim with treasures. Gold, silver, gems, and… swords. A LOT of swords. As you looked closer-
“Is that the sword sheath I made last week?” Haganezuka said nothing.
“And that! That’s the bag I made and sold last month to a merchant! Haganezuka why-”
“Only the best get added.” Haganezuka’s face was stoic for a dragon, the tip of his tail flicking the ground.
You blinked. Once. Twice.

“This is pointless. I’m going back to the forge.” You realized just what was happening. And probably had been happening. Haganezuka was a very private man, but in so long as you’d known him, he’d always asked for you and you alone to handle his swords- things he considered like treasures. He would linger and speak with you often, sometimes bringing you hides of good quality ‘in exchange for first choice of materials for commission’. He let you into his lair, into his forge, had just dropped you into his treasure room which had items you made in it.

“Oh.” Haganezuka was…
Well.

“Where is your nest?” The dragon paused, swiveling his head around to look at you, eyes narrowed and wary.
“Why?”
“Because I want to see it.” His eyes remained skeptical as he moved, silently telling you to follow. A dragon’s nest was often the deepest of their lair, not even their treasure was considered more important than their own safety and the safety of their mate or eggs.

It was a cozy room, if one could think of a dragon's nest as cozy. A large pool of water on one side kept it cooler than the other rooms, a hole in the back wall letting in the sound of running water- an underground river, helping keep the air fresh. The silks and furs here were softer with their use, and you noticed only one sword in the room. It was a fairly simple one, and you recognized it instantly. It was the first sword he ever brought you to make a sheath for. The leather now was aged and worn, well loved however, cared for.
As you moved to the room’s center, Haganezuka remained at the entry, his eyes wary, fixed on you.

You had a choice. You could leave, never speak of this again.
Or.

It wasn’t a very hard choice.

Pulling at your coat and setting on one of the rock shelves, you began to undress.
“W-what are you doing.” There, a touch of nervousness in Haganezuka’s voice.
“What do you think I’m doing? I’m getting ready.”
“...ready for what?” A step forward, Haganezuka inhaled and you smirked as you saw his eyes widen.
“For you to mate me. What else?”

You never heard a dragon sputter before, but there was a first time for everything.
“No-no I’m not! Leave!”
“You’re going to mate me right now Haganezuka!”
“Absolutely not! I don’t need a mate!”
“Mate me right now or I’ll go fuck the first man I see in town!”
“Fine! Go! I don’t care!”
Throwing your panties at him you yelled.
“I’ll never make another sheath or satchel or ever touch your swords ever again!”

A moment passed before the dragon roared, surging into the room, crowing your body, circling it like you were prey.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”
Yet you didn’t feel fear- only a low pool of desire, the idea of kissing the man without his mask and getting to be around him every day making your heart thunder louder than an anvil on steel.
“You heard me Haganezuka! You mate me right now or I’m not going to ever touch a single sword you work on ever again!”
His roar was terrifying but so beautiful. Powerful, full of his passion, his fury.

“You’re impossible!”
“That’s why I love you too, you overgrown lizard!” He roared again, the hiss of his body shifting as a fine black mist swirled around him. Dragon one moment, a human like man the next, your heart was in your throat as you saw him for the first time without the mask to hide behind.
His face was stern, an older man, with thick distinct eyebrows and thin slightly petite mouth. His hair was the same thick black you knew, and his horns branched behind his head, the tiny wind chime still dancing and singing with his movements. And most brilliant of him all were his eyes, those same orange gems that seemed alive with the embers of the forge he so loved.
He was gorgeous.

“Well?” You stood in front of him, just a naked as him after his transformation. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

His strides were wide, and you felt your pussy clench, the sight of his cock- thick and long, half hard with a thatch of black curls and testicles to match, made you want him to press you up against the cave wall and fuck you like an animal. His arms, his thighs, his chest and torso- every inch of him, muscular with hard labor. Not like the men in town you gained mass for looks, he had fat there, enough to cushion him, energy to burn, hide the strength you knew was underneath.
You shamelessly licked your lips, wanting to reach out and grab at his chest.

“You’re stubborn.” He growled, deep and echoing off the cave walls as took you hand, lifting it up, examining it like one might a sword.
“I have to be when I have clients like you. And if I’m going to have to keep you in line.”
A snort. “You’ll make a horrible mate. Too headstrong, opinionated.”
“And yet my leatherworks are in your nest and your treasure room.”
“It’s where they belong.” He spoke with such an authority, as if it was only natural. Seemly done looking at your hand, he brought it up to his mouth, kissing your palm before doing so to the pads of your fingers- places calloused where most men might find unattractive. You melted. Haganezuka knew the labors you did, and didn’t seem turned off by them.
“Your hands are too pretty.” He groused, moving to cup your breasts, pushed them together and giving a light squeeze. “Your tits too soft.”
Those hands, rough with years of labor, ghosted down, resting at your hips. “Wide.” His gaze hovered over your sex. “....Small.”
You smirked. “All the better for your cock to mold me to fit.” He sucked in air, light smoke leaving his nose on exhale.

“You’re mouth is filthy.”
“You better help me clean it then.” He looked at you, orange eyes burning.
“Fine.”

His kiss was deep, passionate like the rest of him. Hot and wet, his tongue licked at your mouth till it opened, tasting you. He moaned and you smiled into it- maybe he tasted the dango you ate earlier. As the kiss ended, he hummed.
“Soft. Sweet.” Like he was talking to himself, he went back to looking at your body, curling a finger in your hair before circling you, a hand grabbing your ass before he let out what sounded like a pleased hum.

Standing back to face you his arms crossed and you noted that his cock was now fully erect. “You’re like I thought you’d be.” A step forward, a hand at the small of your back, he pushed you towards the center of the silks and furs.
“And what’s that?”
“Perfect for me.”

You laughed, laying into the soft bedding as he looked down at you. Was he hesitating?
“Dragons mate for life.”
“I know.”
“You won’t live in the village anymore. This will be your home.”
“I’ll decorate.”
“You’ll be pregnant. Often.”
“I hope I am.” He choked for a moment at that answer.
“You’ll call me Hotaru from now on.” He was blushing, and by the heavens, he looked even more handsome than before.
“Okay. So can you come and breed me now Hotaru?” He sputtered again, cawling into the next with you.
“Filthy, crass woman.”
“Stubborn overgrown lizard.” You smiled against his lips as he kissed you.

Your legs spread easily for him, his hands mapping each inch of your skin, hums and murmurs you couldn’t hear as he looked over you body again, as if now committing it to memory. Hotaru was nothing if not meticulous, and when he became focused, almost nothing would break it.

You didn’t think it would also apply to sex.

He was cruel, his sudden fixation on your body having him kissing every inch he could find, his soft murmurs actual praise and admiration for you, barely a whisper even in the cave’s echo. It was torment, his rough hands moving you into new positions, pressing, testing your flexibility, making you whimper as he’d push your legs further apart, bend you into what you knew were positions designed for both sexual gratification and also for conception.

“You’re a cruel man Hotaru.” You gasped as he pushed you into a mating press, humming his appreciation for the sight. He said nothing, offering no reaction to your words save the way he licked the seam of your pussy lips, earning him your mewling plea for more.
He gave it.

His mouth formed a near seal around you, sucking at your clit and hole, tongue sliding up and down and inside. You moaned under him, hips in the air, weight on your shoulders, held up by his hands as he ate you out. You had already been wet before, but now you were gushing. The sight of him, greedily sucking, licking, tongue fucking your pussy was insanely hot. You could see the wet sheen of your juices on his chin when he’d come up for air, licking it away just to go down on you again.

Unable to reach his hair, your hands found his, holding them as he held you up, drinking your body for all it was worth, moaning into your body as you’d cry his name out, voice echoing off the walls.
Your orgasm hit hard, and Hotaru hardly paid any attention to the way you gasped and screamed, hips and body shaking as he licked and sucked you clit, making it swell with blood as he continued, edging you into overstimulation.

Another scream, he chuckled, orange eyes alight as he hooked your legs over his shoulders, freeing his hands to part your pussy lips.
“Still so small… But it’ll do.” He admired your lips, the way your walls twitched to the cooler air, the glittering wetness you and he had made of your sex.
He was going to fill you up and keep you pregnant. No one would see you again. You, all of you, would be his. His mate, his treasure.

“Ah… Hotaru.” Panting you reached for him, gasping whimpers as he lowered your torso back to the bedding, a smirk on his face. “Please-”
“Impatient mate. I’ve waited for years. You can wait a while longer.” He kissed you, slow and languid, the flavor of you mixed in with his spit. It was gentle, soothing as he caged you in with his body, adjusting the both of you so he was aligned between your legs.
“Not true.” You huffed at him, the thin strand of spit connecting your mouths. “Wanted you for ages. Wanted dragon cock to fuck me and make me yours.”
“Liar.” He sounded almost like it was so hard to believe.
“Yeah. Always wondered, what It’d be like, you mating me and fucking a baby into me. Us together.”
“Should have said something sooner, woman.”
“And let you off easy? Never.” He huffed, amused as he lifted your hips again, the hot length of his dick resting over the soft curls on your mons.
“You want this?” His eyes flicked up to yours.
“More than all the gold in the kingdoms.”

He groaned, fat mushroom head parting your lips before sinking in. He was larger than human men, and yet his oral had worked you open enough so that it didn’t hurt.

“Ohhh fuck. Hotaru.” You felt his shift, a low growl come from him.
“Remember, you wanted this.”
His hips surged forward, and you moaned as he bottomed out, balls slapping your ass as he began to rut into you. You could feel him, every inch of him, sliding in and out of you, fat cockhead rubbing over your g-spot with each thrust, ending just before he would’ve hit your cervix. It was deep, and each time he pulled away you moaned, wanting him back inside, filling you to the brim.

The wet slap of skin to skin, your nails dug into his shoulders, the dragon above you opting for hard deep thrusts over rapid shallow strokes. Each time, the wind chime on his horn rang out, a music that echoed in the cave alongside you moaning and panting.

“Hotaru, Hotaru-” His name became a chant, raking your nails over his back, his arms, red welts forming as parts of his skin shifted to scales, jet black and glittering in the firelight. They gathered by his eyes, Down his spine, part of his shoulders and arms, down his chest-

You cried out as he groaned, cock shifting inside you, newly formed ridges adding to the friction and pleasure.
“Fuck- Fuck Hotaru-”
“Going to shift. So good. You’re so good.” A roar, his hips began rapidly fucking you, eyes slits, his hair thicker, a tail now lashing behind him as he fucked into your body with purpose. He was lost to it, to his rut, and you were his new mate who he intended to breed.

And as he snarled, fangs dripping saliva onto your skin you grabbed at his horns.
“FUCK! YES! BREED ME! FUCK ME HOTARU! I WANT IT! I WANT IT! FUCK ME! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU!” Your screams were met with his roars, the sound making your see stars, feel like the very cave around you was vibrating.

You came around him, his name a scream, begging for his come, for his cock, for his babies- And he gave. The way his hands slammed to the side of your head as his hips surged forward, balls pressed firmly against your ass as he reached his peak you felt molten heat bloom inside you, coating your walls, sinking in, seeking out your once empty womb.

For a few moments you moaned under him as he gave shallow thrusts, urging his seed as deep as possible.

By the time he was done riding his high you were a mess. Covered in sweat, his drool, the literal puddle of your cum and his under your hips, you could only weakly laugh, tugging him by his horns in for a kiss.
“Mmm so.” You sighed as he nuzzled into the side of your neck, his draconic features now standing out.
“How many times does it usually take to get a woman pregnant.” He made a low hum before he answered.
“Depends on the couple. Could be a week to a month.”
“Mmm, and I can’t leave the cave for the entire time?”
“You can’t leave the cave ever.”
“I do have a workshop in town, Hotaru.”
“We’ll move it here. No one gets to have you but me.”
“What happened to telling me to leave?”
“...Forgot you were too stubborn.”
You laughed softly as he pulled out, a soft moan leaving you both. “Forgot how filthy this is.” He groused, sitting back to admire his work.
“Mmm I kind of like it.” You reached down, sighing as your fingers dipped between you legs, creamy white on them as you brought it up to your mouth, licking a bit away before wiping the rest over your torso. “Get to feel my mate’s handiwork all over.”
His head shook, amusement in his eyes as he reached, scooping you into his arms as he walked towards the pool of water.
“Filthy woman.”
“You’re to blame too.” He grunted, walking into the cool waters as you gasped at it’s chill. He was gentle with you, hands grabbing a nearby cloth, wiping down your body. Kissing your skin again like he meant to worship you.

“Did you mean it?” He asked.
“About what?”
“About wanting to be my mate before?”
A moment of thought. “Yes? I just always thought you’d pick some dragon woman.”
“Stupid. You’re the only one who appreciates me and my swords properly.”
You laughed, kissing him again.
“Hey Hotaru?”
“Mmn.”
“Later on, can I try getting you off while in your dragon form?”

 

Hotaru Haganezuka was a very private man. He was passionate about his swords, and loved dango. But sometimes, when you were alone with him, you could tell what things he didn’t say, find out the things he liked. And when it came to you? Well.
He really did love everything about you.

Notes:

You can tell which characters are my favorites by how long the chapters are lmaooooooo