Replacing The One And Oni

(Cw of edging,and implied pegging.) I've been thinking (I don't know if this is sexy or if its just me but), barbatos probably wears a LOT of layers for his clothes, so it's the thought that you bring him back to your room and try to get those layers off, he's got so many so to tease him you say you won't let him cum if hes not full naked, the pure shock in his eyes as he struggles to get the outfit off, but to make it harder for him you fuck him while he's struggling, so now he's struggling to either edge himself and allow you to fuck him senseless or get his clothes off to cum and possibly not get a full experience of being immersed. (Sorry it's a bit long and might not be good, I just thought of it 5 minutes ago)

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I love this!!!

Yes Barbatos does wear a lot, I think he does it to be formal?? But also, it must take a while to get them all off, so just imagine rubbing him through his clothes and he can barely feel it, it’s frustrating because he can see you touching him but he can’t feel it.

Then, you edge him like that and he’s already desperately trying to get the clothes off but he can’t, he can’t focus enough to undo his clothes and continue.

He is whimpering and begging you to please just help him get undressed, he needs to cum, it hurts!

Barbatos is so relived when you finally start to help him. But you don’t get him fully undressed, just enough you could start pegging him and having fun teasing hom

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nanami kento

photo by ShuOuma me thinks 

WARNINGS: IMPLIED KINDAPPING, YANDERE NANAMI, COLLARS, SHOCK COLLARS, PAIN / TORTURE, MIND BREAK, DARK THEMES, BELLY BULGE, WORSHIPPING, OBSESSION AND MANIPULATION, OVERSTIM, FERAL READER

MINORS FEM ALLIGNED DNI

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Omg dollification and hypno with Malleus I bet he’d love it. Cause just imagine such a powerful magic user, prince of the fae, grandson of Maleficent, all under your control.

A magicless human making his brain all empty. Clearing out any doubts or worries he may have just so he can only think about being your pretty little doll. He doesn’t have to control anything, he just needs to sit back and let you do his hair and makeup, maybe dress him up a little. He just needs to sit there looking pretty and be a good, empty-headed, boy for you. <3

OH YES YES YES TO ADDING HYPNO TO DOLLIFICATION 👁️👁️

I imagine he has trouble getting into his headspace one day and you offer hypnotizing him to get him there. I suspect he'd doubt your ability to get him under a trance, but to his (and your) surprise it works!

But not only does it simply work, it works so well- so much better than just being in sub space- that he gets hooked. He feels empty headed, and completely under your control and possession, just like a doll. Malleus looks more doll-like with the hypno too, his eyes are glassy and clouded from it, staring right ahead. He can sit for hours without getting the least bit restless under your hypnosis, because you can just command him not to feel uncomfortable.

Plus, if he's feeling more like a rag doll, the lack of control over his own body would compliment that desire so well! And when he gets out of the hypnosis he feels so calm and collected and relaxed. Such a fun mix up!!

Obey Me!: Kitten Maids

Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Asmodeus and Belphegor as your cat maids - other characters

master kink, toys, cum play

𖤐Lucifer:

actually a very efficient maid

he tolerates the outfit, but won't make it more revealing than necessary

keeps the cat-act as minimal as you tolerate

won't ask for attention too often, he rather has you come to him if you need his extra service

though Lucifer doesn't show much skin, he still has easy access

like panties with a hole in them, lube in one of the small pouches on his belt, etc

sometimes he wears a plug throughout the day

for easy access and to keep your cum comfortable and warm inside of him

pretends to be annoyed when you cover him in cum, but he lowkey enjoys it

"Lucifer?"

The maid comes hurried into your room, the tail of his costume cutely swaying behind him.

"Is something wrong with the tea, master?" he asks worriedly, politely holding his arms behind his back while waiting for a response.

You motion for him to come closer, trying to hide the mischievous smirk pulling on your lips. Lucifer stands right next to you now, frowning at the cup of tea he just prepared.

"Something's missing, kitty," you scowl while your hand sneaks under his skirt, reaching for his still hard cock.

You teased him earlier, resulting in the probably painful erection sitting under his costume. Lucifer gasps, his hips subconsciously pushing into your hand. He knows he's not allowed to question you, so he presses his lips together and silently accepts your hand stroking his cock into a quick orgasm.

You grab the cup, bringing it to his dick right before he starts cumming, resulting in his milky cum flowing right into the tea. His eyes widen, another gasp disrupting the pretty groans of Lucifer's euphoria.

A beautiful blush covers his face as you ask him to taste-test it for you.

𖤐Mammon:

Mammon won't be too good of a maid

he only pretends to work most of the time

Mammon much rather sits on your lap and gets spoiled

hey, don't scold him, this is part of his job too!

his maid costume is not too revealing, but enough to tease you

sometimes wears a tail-plug, but more often a clip-on tail for his waist

doesn't even bother to wear panties

the more attention/treats he gets, the more he'll act like a cat

sometimes he acts more like your sugar baby than maid tho

his efficiency magically improves with praise

"Master," Mammon purrs into your ear, slightly startling you.

You turn to him, finding his proud grin greeting you, body bent slightly forward.

"Finished?" you question, slightly surprised by his speed.

He nods enthusiastically, and somehow you feel like checking if he actually finished what you told him to do would be futile.

"Don'cha think I deserve some treats?"

You roll your eyes at him while reaching for the top of his head, patting the soft hair with a timid smile. Mammon pushes his head into your pats, enjoying the affection. You shift your gentleness to something different, your other hand moving to his exposed thighs, summoning goosebumps on the tanned skin.

Mammon shifts encouragingly, urging your warm fingers to reach his cock. A delighted moan catches your ears as you start stroking him, giving him the reward he asked for.

𖤐Satan:

a perfect cat maid

he tries his best with the chores you give him but often ends up caught up in his kitty-role

like he genuinely dives into the headspace

always wears tail plugs (he has multiple colored ones, but they're all realistic)

matching cat ears, of course (also realistic)

might wear some cat paws sometimes

sometimes paints on whiskers, but that's for special occasions

communicates through meowing, with a very cute smile on his face

loooves if you play with him, but he pretends to not even notice you in the room sometimes, just to rile you up

bites you (affectionately)

your lap is his throne

Satan watches you take your place at the desk he just organized. It doesn't take long before he's seated on your lap, his eyes staring you down without a word.

You smile at him, slightly amused while your hands instinctively rest on his hips. If Satan had an actual tail, it would playfully sway behind his back, challenging you cutely.

"Something you need, kitty?"

He bites his lip, subtle fangs pressing the soft pink skin, distracting you from his hand reaching down to pull his plug out of his ass. The thunk of it falling to the floor catches your attention, but by that time he's already guided your hand to the gaping hole between his legs.

Your fingers reach deep into him, allowing Satan to happily ride your digits, providing himself with the release he needs after working so hard for you.

His whines are pretty, even while muffled by your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, biting and nibbling you playfully.

𖤐Asmodeus:

he doesn't care for your chores, being your prettiest decoration is his only job tbh

wears the most revealing maid dress (it's actually a two-piece costume, one chest piece, and a bit of cloth you might consider a skirt)

always wears tail plugs with pretty colors (pink!!) and jewelry braided into them

matching ears, obviously

has the prettiest "claws" and loves scratching you with them ;)

wears a different collar every day

also spends a lot of time on makeup lol

his plugs are remote-controlled vibrators

he's always all over you, either at your feet, on your lap, or somehow clinging to you

very shameless

"Y/nnnn~" Asmodeus whines his body slumping against yours as you continue to deny him attention.

"Do your work, Asmo," you reply coldly, keeping your eyes on the book in your hands, trying not to spare the pretty kitty a glance.

He huffs, sounding offended as he stands back, looking at you for a few seconds as if to contemplate his next act before he offers a snippy huff. You still don't look at him when he turns around, dramatically mumbling something to himself as he walks off to the armchair in the corner of the room.

The sudden sound of it dragging over the floor does make you perk up, seeing your maid pulling it right into the center of the room. He knows he's caught your attention now, which makes him grin proudly while positioning himself on the chair, his legs draped over the armrests, spreading them right for your eyes.

"If my master won't touch me, I'll have to do it myself," he pouts, though his voice flows with undeniable confidence, soon bleeding into obnoxiously loud moans as he starts teasing the plug in his ass while stroking his leaking cock under the short skirt.

𖤐Belphegor:

more of a cat than a maid

and by that, I mean 20-hours of sleep a day

if you give him a chore, he'll manage 5% of it before he's dozed off

it is very cute, but not efficient

his dress isn't exactly short, it's mostly modified to keep him comfortable during sleep

often wears a cock-ring and a very lovely jewel plug so you have a pretty surprise when you decide to touch him while he sleeps

no panties

he wears cat-ears, but eventually loses them while sleeping somewhere, and he forgets to put them back on

purrs a lot, especially when sleeping around you

You amusedly watch Belphegor's lids get heavier and heavier as he tries to dust one of the bookshelves in your library, his already shaky legs bucking further, making him look shakily unstable in his tired state. You walk up to him, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist, so you wouldn't scare him.

"Wanna take a nap on my lap, kitty?"

Belphegor seems delighted by your proposal, though he does not agree immediately like usual.

"M' cock hurts," he slurs tiredly while allowing his body to relax against you, handing you the weight his limbs can no longer carry.

You coo at him, swiftly moving your hands over his hips to his crotch, feeling the hard erection under the fabric of his dress. His dick feels hot and heavy in your grip, the cockring at its base disrupting the intimate feeling. You pull it off wordlessly, which makes him whimper, small spurts of cum dribbling out of his reddened slit.

You stroke him through the release, bathing in Belphegor's adorable little moans before carrying him to the couch for a semi-deserved nap.

Can Mora Buy Thoma?

FTM!Stripper!Thoma x Top!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con to Con, Hair Pulling, Daddy Kink

Words: 1,032 | Reader Discretion is Advised

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Thoma became a stripper to earn mora for his family and basic living expenses. He doesn't need to worry about college since he has a full scholarship but otherwise he needs to work for everything else.

During the day he works as a server at Komore Teahouse and at night he works at a strip club. It wasn't common for strippers to have sex with clients and there were rules set to protect the dancers (and Thoma's virginity) so he felt pretty safe at work.

Up until you came in. You'd always pay for private time with him and he'd always refuse to have sex with you. You weren't going to give up though.

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You sit in your car, waiting for Thoma to get off work.

He walks out of the building in comfortable clothes and jumps when he sees your car door open.

"Thoma!" You call out, smiling widely.

Thoma stops. Now he knows why you didn't come today. "What..?"

"How much do I need to pay you to spend a night with you? I'm willing to pay anything."

"Please sir, I told you many times." Thoma shakes his head.

"What about 200 million mora?"

Thoma freezes. He doesn't even have 10 million in his bank account.

"300 million."

"..Fine." He sighs. It would be a mistake to pass up so much mora.

You grin and bring him to the back of your car, kissing and touching him while your driver takes the two of you to your house.

The closer you get, the less Thoma wants to go through with it. "Stop it.." Thoma says when your hand starts to get dangerously close to his crotch.

"I'm paying you 300 million mora, I shouldn't be hearing any complaints from you."

Thoma closes his eyes, grimacing when he feels your hand sneak underneath his pants.

You use two fingers to feel up his cunt through his underwear, slowly feeling his slick bleed through.

Before you can go any further, the driver pulls into your driveway.

"Well, we'll continue this in the bedroom." You smile, helping Thoma out of the car. You wave off your driver and lead the blond into your house.

Thoma struggles to verbalize his feelings, only making small strained sounds as you drag him to your room.

You gently push him onto the bed and start removing your clothes.

"I- I don't want to do it."

You only scoff in response.

Thoma sits up. "I'll...I'll do anything else. For less money or even none at all, just...please, sir."

You move on top of Thoma, chuckling. "You made it this far. Don't you want your reward?"

Thoma shakes his head. "Please don't.."

You rip his cheap pants off, causing Thoma to cry. "I'm begging you, please!"

You force him into a kiss to shut him up, ripping his underwear off in the process. You pull your underwear, the last off your clothes, off and align your dick to his entrance.

He screams into your mouth, flailing around in a futile attempt to push you away.

You pull away from his mouth as you stuff your dick inside him. "Be quiet and take daddy's cock like a good boy, alright?" You cover Thoma's mouth before he can scream. "Relax, 'm gonna make you feel good."

Thoma shakes his head, tears spilling from his eyes as he struggles to get comfortable with the burning intrusion of your length.

"Come on baby, don't fight me. Do you realize how much you're earning from this?" You kiss his forehead. "You could even live like a rich man if you let me keep fucking you. Weekly payments...you'll never have to work again."

You're not going to give up.

Thoma falls limp, sobbing harder as he reluctantly lets you fuck him. He won't come back but since he's already here...

"Good boy, mmh~ being so pliant for daddy now." You move your hand from his mouth and grab his waist, thrusting into him roughly. "You're gonna let daddy fuck you for cash, baby?"

"On- only once-" Thoma grimaces.

You laugh, making Thoma feel stupid. Would you not be satisfied with having sex with him once? Would you force him into it again and again?

"Daddy's gonna fuck you til he's satisfied baby." You lean into his ear. "Gonna come in your pussy over and over."

The thought makes Thoma break down into louder cries.

"Don't cry, baby." You rub his clit, touching it in a way that quickly brings him towards an orgasm.

Thoma arches his back and gasps, unconsciously clenching around you as he comes. His eyes shoot open in shock.

"Oh, you liked that?" You smile smugly.

"Wa- wait~!" He whines as you keep fucking his sensitive cunt. His moans get louder and more debauched, losing himself to the pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

Thoma covers his mouth in embarrassment.

You flip him over, lifting his ass up before you continue slamming into him. "Well I feel good, baby. Your tight pussy is practically hugging my cock."

Thoma buries his head in the pillow to suppress his moans.

You grab his ponytail and pull his head away from it. "I wanna hear how much a slut you are. Don't hide it from me."

His eyes roll to the back of his skull, wanton moans slipping out as you fuck him like he's just some prostitute you picked up off the street. He can't pretend he doesn't like this. "Fuck~! Daddy~"

"Yeah, baby?" There's a slight growl in your voice.

"'S go- good~!" He exclaims, literally drooling. "Th- think 'm gon- gon- uh~ come again~ ah~!"

You spank his ass. "Gonna come on daddy's cock baby?"

"Ye- yes~!"

"'M close too-" You groan. "Gonna fill your pretty pussy up with my cum baby, you'd like that, right?"

"Yes~! Wah~ wanna be filled~!" Thoma'll definitely think back on this and wonder what on earth was wrong with him.

"Good boy." You let go of his hair and grab his waist, coming at the same time as him.

Thoma's upper half falls limp, his whole body twitching in pleasure as he lets you pump your load into him.

"Daddy's not finished yet baby."

Manipulating pantalone into betraying the fatui and the tsaritsa, make him youre slut, youre slave for you to use at youre beck and call, tell him to stay at the fatui because his only use is that power and money backing him, make him unable to push you away.

Oh you need something? Dont worry Pantalone has it covered, want to destroy a fatui camp? He will gladly tell you where and how, want to use his body as a cocksleeve? Hes already undressed with his ass up in the air.

"oh... traveller... I told you I can help you." you smirk at the traveller while pantalone was covered in his own fluids twitching, sobbing, drooling and begging to be bred by you.

How pathetically cute.

Revenge is Best Served Hot (And Sticky)

Bottom!FTM!Pantalone x Top!Masc!Test Subject Reader

{Request} [Part One] | [No AFAB language ver (AO3)]

Contains: Non-Con, Voyeurism, Face-Fucking, Rough Sex

Words: 697

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"It's just...well, the specimen um is fairly ordinary save for the, hm, high stamina and sex drive..." Dottore looks at the floor.

"...Can it at least follow orders?" Pantalone asks.

"Uh- yes."

"Hm. I'll make use of this. Dottore, don't go against me." Pantalone says before ordering you to stand up.

"What do you mean..?"

"You. Do whatever you wish with him." Pantalone points to Dottore. "Don't listen to him if he tells you to stop."

Dottore looks at you in horror as you bring him to his knees.

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After recovering from the previous events, Dottore has you take revenge for him.

He enters Pantalone's room with you behind him, a sick grin on his face and a bundle of rope in his hands. Thankfully Pantalone was passed out from the hard day he had earlier so Dottore doesn't have to use you to hold him down.

He approaches the male's sleeping body, pulling the covers away and turning him on his back. The doctor ties Pantalone's wrists to prevent him from trying anything when he wakes up.

"Go ahead." Dottore smiles and steps away. He sits on top of the banker's desk and watches you rip his clothes to shreds.

You shove his mouth onto your awaiting length, dragging his head along the shaft. As soon as your tip hits the back of his throat he jolts awake.

His screams and complaints are muffled, he squirms around and fruitlessly tries to get out of the rope.

"Relax, Pantalone. You know it'll hurt more if you fight." Dottore laughs. "Those ropes are specially made, don't waste your time."

Pantalone glares at him.

"Oh and don't try to bite, it won't hesitate to knock your teeth out."

He quickly relaxes his mouth and begrudgingly allows you to use his mouth freely.

You drag your cock along his throat, abusing it and groaning at how good he feels.

"How does it feel being in my place now?" Dottore taunts.

If he could, Pantalone would flip him off.

You grip his hair and fuck his mouth harder, drool spilling down the Regrator's chin.

It feels like you're spending hours thrusting into his throat, every minute making him feel more and more disgusted. You finally reach your peak and send thick globs of cum down his wet warmth.

You keep yourself inside him, not moving but forcing him to swallow your come. Once he does, you pull out. To both his and Dottore's surprise.

"Guess it doesn't like your throat very much, 'lone."

"Shut u-" Pantalone's retort is interrupted by you grabbing his sides and flipping your position to where he's on top of you.

You lower him onto your cock, your tip penetrating him before you slam him down.

Pantalone gasps in surprise. He looks down at you, trembling, and waiting for you to do something but you don't. You just look at him expectantly.

"Move." You say. "Bounce." You correct yourself.

His eyes widen. "Absolutely not!"

"Bounce." You repeat. "Now." You drag your nail along his thigh.

Dottore grins widely, this is even better than he imagined. Watching Pantalone humiliate himself is more than enough revenge.

Pantalone gulps and begins to move, struggling to stay still with his wrists bound. You grip his hips and help him stay upright.

"Fuh- fuck you...Dottore-" He grimaces. "Enjoy yo- yourself now but- you'll fu- fucki- fucking regre- regret this later-"

"You deserve all of this, I doubt I'll even feel any sort of remorse."

"Yo- you des- deserved it- for wast- wasting my mo- ra-" He chokes on his tears. "I don- don't."

"You could argue that, but you know I'm a vengeful person."

You flip Pantalone onto his back and drill your cock deep into him, spilling your seed inside him without warning. You don't hesitate before fucking him again.

"Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Pantalone fails to respond, getting his brains fucked out from your cock reaching impossibly deep parts of him.

Dottore watches in sick glee as you destroy the banker's mind and cunt. It's even worse for him as he remains conscious the entire time.

And if his eyes even flutter closed he gets a harsh slap to the face to wake him up.

The gross hot and sticky feeling of your cock pushing and spreading your cum around in his pussy makes him sick. He didn't bother counting but he knows you've come at least 10 times.

"I'm satisfied." Dottore says after you've come for the nth time. "But you can keep having your fun with him if you'd like." He waves with a sharp grin on his face that pisses off Pantalone and leaves the room.

"Not done." You say, gripping his waist tighter.

Malleus brainrot

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thank u to this anon who sparked this in my brain

Thinking about dollification with Malleus.

When you start a scene you do his makeup first, applying his signature eye shadow and liner, a nice blush, and a black lipstick. He may wear a pretty black lace choker for you or his posture collar, then you might dress him up in a corset (with each cinch tighter bringing him deeper into headspace), he might then slip into some matching black lace panties with your help, and then maybe some black stockings. The dress up part is all on you, whatever you want to see him in. Of course he always wants his arm binder, but sometimes you also add other accessories like a cockring or a muzzle or a gag or nipple clamps, etc.. By the time you secure the last piece of whatever you want to see him in, Malleus is completely in his doll headspace. You will guide or carry him to a comfortable chair, and sit him there. He will stare ahead, his irises blown wide as his arousal sets in.

"Such a pretty doll I have," you might coo, brushing his hair for a moment. Then, one of his favorite parts of the scene begins. You walk to the desk and begin to do some work there. Malleus must sit, must be patient for you, must be a good obedient doll, until you decide you want to play with him. He has no idea how long he'll have to wait. Sometimes you come after a few minutes and play with his horns, or pull his panties down and run your fingers over his hard, dripping cock. Sometimes you don't touch him for hours, and when you do he feels as though his skin is on fire; he's been yearning for your touch for so long. He cums quick those times, trying to be as quiet as possible, because dolls don't talk. Then sometimes you continue to play with him even after he's cum, and that makes his brain all fuzzy and giddy. He's so pleased that you'll continue to take what you want from him, it makes him feel even more like a toy for you.

And sometimes you don't touch him at all. Sometimes you get him all dressed up, make him sit there- hard and aching for you- and never let him release. You just bring him out of his headspace and get him undressed then redressed, and the two of you go on about your night. Malleus can't ever find it in himself to be frustrated when you do this, even though he gets pent up. Because he knows the next time you touch him it'll feel that much better, and anyways he's satisfied just by sitting still and looking pretty for you.

⌞ FRANTIC ⌝

... don't worry, you don't have to stay the same.

writing style: referring to yuuta's genitals as 'pussy / clit / labia (lips) / hole', 'juice'; rude language (used, fucked, abused, and the like), red text (xxx), random narration; drabble + headcanons, ± 5k words

content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness, clinginess, mild manipulation, mild possessiveness), established relationship, pet names, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, teratophilia / monsterfucking, power imbalance, size kink / size difference, species dysphoria (several times explicitly mentioned)

hypersexuality, CNC (implied), heavy petting, quiet sex, rough sex (biting g., mild blood play), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mention of sex in front of a mirror, deep penetration + belly bulge + cervix fucking, tongue-fucking, face sitting, squirting, mild sadism / masochism, mild dirty talk, hyperstimulation (g.), forced orgasms + multiple orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), praise (r.), light body worship (g., r.)

darlings: yuuta okkotsu x vengeful cursed spirit!reader; dom!reader, monster!reader

#note: '#don't have a dick??? don't worry honey lmfao lol just tentacle fuck him' you are- /// as one great man said, "this bitch has no thoughts" (or something like that)

The first months... it was hard.

Even if you became a cursed spirit by your own (albeit posthumous) will, even if it seemed to you as if you had been living in this body for eternity, even if you began to get used to other sensations inside — it still felt wrong, and this difference made you feel... uncomfortable whenever the memories of the past surfaced in the head. It was as if your memory was mocking you, sneaking up in the form of old roads, photographs, a casual glance at the sky, familiar animals, this expression of his face, the flickering of light, Rika's movements — involuntarily reminding you of the past, to which you will never return either physically or mentally.

Big hands, big claws, formed too correctly and too incorrectly; sometimes you yourself did not know whether this was a real body or a shell, or whether the past body was a real body or a shell. At what point did "you" begin to exist? Did this "you" exist in the past? Or you have become "yourself" only now, when the cursed energy flowed through, turning into your body?

Even when you used to control it, using for own purposes, it was completely different from the present moment; the whole body is woven and permeated, you are the cursed energy, and not the "carrier" at all. Everything inside you was bubbling, ready to get out at any moment, but now you felt that it was all yours,

you were what wanted to get out,

and that's — that's wrong.

... Yuuta didn't bother at all. And didn't remind you of the past. And didn't even act like there was something 'wrong' with you. He only smiled tenderly in love when you were next to him again — or when you stretched out your paw to touch his head or cheek, and he grabbed it as if he was your toy. So tiny and cute. So gentle and trusting. As if you always looked like that — as if he fell in love with "such" you, who did not look like a human in anything but names, character traits,

and mad love.

For him.

Not that it's weird — it's hard not to adore him, even if Yuuta used to make you want to tease or bite him a little. But love 'before' and love 'now' were completely different, as if before you just wanted to bite him, just a small bite, now you wanted to make his whole body be in your bloody marks — if such comparisons sound correct, you are not sure, you are so not sure,

you just know that you need him;

it is your — and his — love that has become the reason why you are still here.

After all, you are here because of love. And he is here because of love.

But there is one "but".

Yuuta was anxious — always anxious, always nervous; too dependent, too meek, too easily giving up, too pathetic. He knew it himself.

In the end, no matter how often he encounters problems, he will run away and hide. It doesn't matter what he 'wants' or 'can', as long as he can hide in the sink. He doesn't need to go out if he can stay here forever. No one will see, no one will notice. Even if he is cold, going out with a fire is putting himself in danger of getting burned.

And he, he doesn't want to get burned — he wants to curl up and never turn around.

And you, you... you were different. Completely different — absolutely not his breed, not even close. You were a lush, luxurious flower, able to break through concrete, germinate in acidic earth, rising even when you are trampled — just to get the sun's rays and become the most delightful and admiring child of the earth, even if you don't know it.

And Yuuta was just an ugly crooked flying butterfly. The same butterfly that protects itself by looking scary and ugly, hoping that then it won't be eaten — and then turns out to be alone, because the flowers don't need it either.

You loved someone like him too much, even if there were definitely more deserving ones around — not that he ever drew your attention to it, though. At first it was soft and smooth, rather platonic; with silly smiles, a desire to get to know each other more, and these constant gatherings until his head starts to spin. Yuuta was one of those who are looking for connections and depth after a century of hunger — you were ready to give it to him, allowing to move indecently close, clearly ignoring the personal barriers that you went through as if it was an atavism in your relationship.

"He's really cute"? "You believe in him"? His face definitely looks so flustered, with those big doe eyes and a feverish blush, like he's sick — he even feels like started sweating oooouuuch — but you don't say you're joking. Even when he asks you if it's a joke.

... You were so majestic that it took his breath away.

And then you took his heart.

(maybe he should have taken your last name then, hahaha — but then he didn't even dare to dream about it)

It was slow anyway.

Tantalizingly slow.

As if he was being roasted on a low fire — with these politely greedy touches, quiet cooing whispers and too intimate glances — instead of immediately burning.

You moved, you controlled; even if Yuuta desperately clung to your hand to get even more kisses until you tried to calm him down, you both understood that 'he will get a kiss or not' depends only on you while he tried to take as much as he can — maybe that's why your attempts to convince him to relax were like trying to make it clear to a dehydrated person that they can always get water whenever they want.

But it wasn't a bad thing. It was good. You liked-

...

You adored when Yuuta desperately clung to you, or when he tried to kiss you as skillfully as possible (even if was completely disorderly), or when he didn't know where to put his hands, except to wrap them around you, which made you snuggle even closer.

Or when he doubted for hours whether he could take your hand or put his hand on you, and you had to do everything yourself until he got used to the realization that you liked his touch — and that his almost old-fashioned courtship with closing eyes at the hint of any nudity, borrowing clothes and too respectful addresses, were very cute. Even if his courtship is like dating a friend, you didn't mind — and didn't notice that everything had long gone beyond the "friendly" framework, grabbing his hair, greedily kissing, leaving a bite mark on his lip.

Yuuta is cute. Dating him is like dating a friend — loyal, honest, caring, real.

But for some reason you couldn't treat him as a friend — the only thing he looked organically like was your partner.

When you pressed him against the wall or bed again, making him blush, but knowing that he wouldn't try to get out, even if you were too rude. After all, his body will definitely be able to withstand... you.

“Let's do it again.”

How do you say you would like to greet me?

Yuuta blushes, looking away with a confused expression that has lost all previous confidence, but when you press your palm to his cheek, he embraces it, snuggling like a toy.

“Greet each other with kisses?.. I...”

...

..

.

“I want you to kiss me all the time”

The kiss comes out messy and wet, — almost feel him whining, — but Yuuta is so rosy with shame and delight that you can't stop, forcing him to continue the kiss, grabbing his face to prevent from pulling away until you hear plaintive moans.

Yuuta is so cute. Your good friend. Perhaps the best boy that can exist.

And it really suits him to be your partner.

“... Thank you...”

“Why?... Oh, I'm sorry! I mean- why do you think I'm going to stop loving you because of something like that?.. I love you not only for your looks, my beloved.”

Yuuta is not a liar.

And not a manipulator.

And not paranoid.

And not someone who takes advantage of bad situations. If he could, he would do anything just to keep you alive — no matter the price or the consequences.

... But now you can't leave. You will not be able to leave without his desire; you will never be without him — and he will never be without you. Now you are one, unable to live without each other and not wanting it.

The only thing that matters to you — now — is him.

He doesn't question your early love at all; after all, you loved him, and that's the most important thing that matters. But right now, right now the only thing that matters to you is your love and your desire to be with him. Only he is in the center of your attention — forever.

You won't be able to find someone else anymore, or fall out of love with them, or realize that you need a break. You can no longer feel that there is too much or too little of him, or that he is not around too often. You will always be there — it doesn't matter where exactly he will be or where exactly you will be.

Yuuta knows that you love him. You've always loved him. But now, when your clawed paws gently-gently wrap around him to take in your arms, — you lift him up with such ease as if he is weightless, — for some reason, he feels even more loved. You must practically not feel him in your hands — he is so small compared to you, almost like a puppy or a kitten, but you still hold him tightly to you in a protective gesture, knowing how much he loves this. Or when you can easily hug his head with the palm of your hand — perhaps Yuuta was obscenely small.

Your tiny human.

All people are so fragile and light, like butterflies, or tiny moths flying into the light, but your, your human is even more fragile — and naive. Have you ever been so defenseless? Are these really the same feelings that Rika feels when she looks at him? No wonder she's so patronizing — everything about him is so small and refined, elegant, perfectly finished, not at all like yours.

Maybe... maybe your body isn't as bad as you thought; maybe it was even a good thing that now you are so different — even if there is nothing "completely human" left in you. You didn't even realize before that he could be so sensitive and unable to stand up for himself. But now? Even when you touch his skin with your teeth, he is silent, breathing heavily, allowing you to do whatever you want — everything about him is so soft and tender, easily breaking from even the lightest bite or stimulation; so needy for tenderness.

... Kissing is hard — at least for an ordinary person, but you always knew that he was special. Although, maybe you should feel more astonished when he passionately kisses you, even if you are not quite suitable for the usual 'kisses' that you have given in the past.

But he was always a little too desperate and thirsty.

And you loved it.

Yuuta is so delicate — his body seemed to be almost crystal because of its fragility, sensitive to even the most gentle touches, trustingly open and obedient regardless of your actions; just a little more rudeness, a little more pressing — and it will crumble, unable to bear such an attitude... if it's not you. If it's not your claws almost scratching his thighs when you try to lift them higher so you can get a better look, or if it's not your paws gently trying to get rid of his clothes, slowly rubbing his wet pussy, lightly pressing on his stomach.

"If it's you, then it's okay" — even when your fangs touch his trembling inner thigh, sensitive and bare, Yuuta only moaned sweetly-painfully, covering eyes with hand, slightly drooling while his body painfully freezes again, trying to predict when you will make a new bite.

He was like a small prey in the hands of a huge predator.

... Maybe that's why you started to like being rough so much; to see his face become as ruddy as his skin covered with your marks, until you feel satisfied, as if looking at a work of art. So adorable when almost cries, but does not dare to look away from the new blooming mark, much more than you could ever leave in the last body. And even when you bend slightly, holding his hips, wanting to express concern, Yuuta only smiles lovingly exhausted.

“It's, uh, a-all right... don't worry... h-honey...”

Of course everything is fine. Would he say anything else?

A new bite, dangerously close to his groin, feels even too good when his legs are seized by a new tremor — but your claws hold too tight to allow him to squirm.

“H-honey, It's- it's f-fine! I- I like it!”

On Yuuta's skin, the bites bloom like flowers. And he is nothing more than a butterfly.

Your butterfly.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

He is very cute... and very tiny. In fact, one of your palms (or what looks like it) can easily wrap around his head, or wrap around his figure to snuggle, completely hiding him in you — he's like your little toy that doesn't even try to escape, allowing you to snuggle up to his warm, though not very soft body.

Unlike the situation that was before, with his very tall stature perfectly combined with his thin figure, which made him seem even taller, now it is obvious that Yuuta will have to lift his head — even if you tilt yours — to look into your eye(s). Probably, even the tactic of "standing on fingertips" will not help when you are definitely more than two heads taller — but do not react in any way, slightly teasing your now short beloved to get to you.

Not that Yuuta is too disappointed — even if you feel that he is experiencing something like this, having got used to the fact that he does not need to put so much effort just to touch your "neck". Was he ever as mean to you as you are to him now, forcing to try in every possible way to fly up to your face? He is sure that he is not — but you obviously have a different opinion, taking him as a kitten only when you clearly notice that he is puffing and blushing, starting to get tired and making this facial expression.

But Yuuta looks very pretty, swaying slightly on your paws, being unable to even touch the ground with the tips of his feet, and looking at you resentfully-shyly-enthusiastically when you pull him closer to you to kiss. Perhaps, if the past Rika had been here, she would certainly not have ignored it, at least for the first time — but, fortunately, Yuuta has become much more adept at controlling energy, not letting the current one feel that something is wrong with him while you continue this monstrous marital flirting, more more teasing him about changing the balance in your favor — at least physically.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta's body so responsive even to your most gentle touches, sliding over clothes — he is so gentle in himself, sparkly sensual when you touch him, drawing lines, as once in the past, but he reacts just as charmingly, squeezing his hips and blushing crimson.

Maybe you're a little territorial or possessive, wrapping clawed paws around him, just to make it clear that he's very busy with you — but Yuuta doesn't mind, hurriedly apologizing to others, using your behavior as a reason to leave. After all, no one wants to mess with a special class curse — and everyone around knows how capricious and jealous you are when it comes to your ex (?) beloved. It's definitely bad luck to be paired twice with curses that fell in love with him during their lifetime — while you drag him into a dark corner to kiss; even if your current form is not quite 'suitable' for this, Yuuta definitely doesn't mind, grabbing you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to wrap himself.

At least, the advantages of how inhuman you are now definitely feel when you know that no one will disturb, allowing you to get plenty of kisses from your pretty tiny human — even if it is now a little problematic to bite his neck unnoticeably or get under his clothes without tearing it. Fortunately, Yuuta understands you and your problems, undressing slightly to make you feel more comfortable, and hoarsely asking you to be careful when you wrap yourself around him — and you really try... at least at first.

... But then you help with the mess you've made, so it's an honest cooperation — as long as your claws touch his bare skin, trying not to leave red bruises, even if the only thing you want is to squeeze him in paws, almost forcing him to accept your rough caresses, from which he shivers, breathing raggedly.

If it were less crowded, it would be better.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

You only get really free time when find yourself alone, hoping that no one will be too friendly and curious to interfere — not that his attempts to be quiet even when you leave a new hickey on his thigh were not cute, or his desperate attempts not to move so as not to create noise when you teasingly slowly touch him, knowing that he can neither ask nor beg you — otherwise he will be heard, unable to control his voice when so excited, while you slide higher, ignoring his whining, touching the swollen clit.

... In the end, Yuuta is more than charmingly attractive when you try to gently rub him through his underpants, making the fabric soak, casually accidentally rubbing too roughly, making him moan with excitement to immediately press palm to face harder, mewling, desperately hoping that he will not be heard. However, you are not sure, that these soft sounds can not be heard, but you can't even tell him anything, just continuing to methodically make him tremble harder, watching the fabric become more and more sticky.

But even if you want to say what a pervert he is, — being so excited about being shamelessly groped, while there is definitely a confused person behind the door, — you know that Yuuta already understands this and feels even hotter, allowing you to continue paw him, slightly scratching in more exposed places; but even when you bring pain, he only whines pliably, too absorbed and excited, not resisting at all or complaining when you get too intense, clearly ignoring how easily you can break his body.

Something like “too enthusiastic for someone being fucked by a monster” is on the tongue — but the blunted realization that "monster" is you sobers you up, too venomously than you could imagine, forcing you to stop almost painful flirting for a moment to restore the bitterness that has flared up.

“It is ok. It is ok that you react this way, it is part of self-awareness; you have retained consciousness, which in itself is the main thing; the human brain has a wonderful property of adapting” — because you don't have any other choice, do you? Sooner or later you will get used to the fact that instead of soft hands you have hard clawed paws, or that your body now looks like someone's terrible nightmare, it's not so significant as if "you" were not there at all, so it's not so bad, it could have been worse for you, you're quite lucky — or you want to hope for it. His hands are soft, warm, — not at all like yours, — but his gaze is the same as always, gentle and loving, as before.

Even if you are a monster, you are quite lucky to have a partner who accepts you even like this...

“I, I just wanted to say that you always look... enchanting. I would even say- incomparable, and... uh... You may think otherwise, but for me you... will always be the most attractive — it doesn't matter if you are a person, or a spirit, or someone else; you are amazing not because you are someone, you are amazing because you are.”

“... Unless I'm going crazy, and you know what I'm talking about, but, uh, I've never met someone greater than you — and more breathtaking, and... and that didn't change after your — uh — p-physical form... changed... I even think that, um, maybe, maybe you've gotten even... hotter?.. You know, with your fangs and claws, and when you can lift me up easily, or when you look at me, and- uhhh...”

“It's starting to sound weird, but- I want you to know that I'm not shy about it and I'm not shy about you, you're just so loving that I can't help but love you, no matter who you are- or, more precisely, what you look like... but even if you change, you don't need to worry, I- I'll love you anyway. Just because you are.”

It's still unusual to kiss him — the absence of lips in the human understanding hinders a little, but Yuuta is thrilled when you snuggle up to him, completely hiding his figure with yourself, as if hiding him from the whole world. His thighs are wet, but warm, and easily begin to tremble when you continue to caress without teasing, giving him what he wants, leaving messy spots. And you hope that the prying ears are already gone.

Because if not, then Yuuta will definitely have to think about explaining afterwards why he was so noisy, since making him cum several times in a row is the least you can do, hearing him sob-praising you even when his head is buried in the pillow.

⌞ ℘ ⌝ — interlude

Yuuta was always a little shy — at first; it seemed no matter if it was the first time or the hundredth, he had an unconscious habit of squeezing his hips if there was a "risk" that you would see him from below, or not leave the light on, or hold your face in front of him for passionate kisses even when your fingers stretch under his moans — but your eyes have no right to look anywhere but his face or chest. It was almost possessive, as if he was trying to make you look only at him, but was too insecure to let you see more than you were "supposed" to.

Caress, squeeze, spank, rub — but don't look too closely or interested if you don't want to make him embarrassed and try to cover up pathetically, even when you force him to cum on you again, grabbing his hair for a new rough kiss to which he responds hungrily, wrapping his legs around you. And maybe, maybe you could get used to it, but the harder Yuuta tried to hide it, the stronger your desire to see and touch became; to make him squirm on your tongue from another orgasm, to make him beg to stop teasing his clit with weightless kisses — and not to feel how he shyly presses his hips together if your eyes drop below his stomach.

You had no intention of portraying a victim at all — rather, you felt like a hunter whose prey is constantly slipping away, especially when Yuuta answered your questions with an uncertain mumble and reached for a new kiss, moaning on the lips when your fingers touch his inner thigh. But even if you were cooing how much you wanted to see his pretty pussy, even if Yuuta was approvingly mewling while you fingered him, you only had to give him a hint — and his hips were together faster than either of you realized something. But he tried — he really tried, convincing himself that there was nothing strange about it, that he was ready to do even dirtier things, but only your gaze turned out to be lower — and he felt unbearably hot because of shame and excitement and sought to get rid of this feeling.

... Maybe that's why, when, after long foreplay and kisses mixed with confirmation and praise and even more confirmation, Yuuta finally spread his legs — in front of the mirror, allowing you to sit behind and watch him in the reflection, arranging yourself so as not to let him bring his hips together again, even if this is his first instinct when he sees the sparkle of your eyes.

Even if his pussy is throbbing perversely while you are looking at it in the mirror, even without a hint of touching, everything is fine, it's fine, he agreed to it himself — “or at least you won't ask for it anymore” he thinks almost with tears when your fingers begin to gently stretch him and immediately become completely wet due to an overabundance of juice. Not exactly what you expected, is it? He's such a pervert — but he couldn't help but get excited when you looked at him like that. You know how sensitive he is, even if it's 'just a look'... or did you know and did it on purpose, teasing him? Doesn't matter, though — it can't stop flowing out, leaving stains on the sheets, and it's too late to stop now, and only you are to blame for your dissatisfaction, he warned you earlier,

but when you start rubbing his clit, Yuuta can't help but moan, distracted from self-deprecating thoughts — and abruptly exhales when your fingers begin to gently stretch him, gradually becoming rougher and stronger, making the leaking juice soak the fabric under his plaintive whining when the touches become too intense. A searing whisper about how adorable Yuuta looks, being so wet and rosy, while you fondle his pussy, squeezing around your fingers, — too pretty and needy, — only leaves a trembling wet kiss on your face when he cums — allowing you to continue watching.

A quiet purring “thank you” responds with something burning inside you.

... Maybe it really was a little too much for him; maybe it was what he was afraid of before — but when Yuuta moaning-whining from the most fleeting touches to his swollen clit, too sensitive from rubbing, while his hole, abused due to constant thrusts, cannot stop pulsating, too stretched and wet, you're a little... ashamed.

Maybe making him cum until he repeats the words about how cute he is was a little too much — or making sure that in the end he won't be able to think about anything, even about you, when you're done.

Yuuta was a little stubborn from time to time — you had no choice, you wanted to make sure that he would not forget what was happening and your words, even if it might not have been worth his inability to stop shaking from orgasms of his body, or a misty tearful look, or the inability to sit down normally, but hope for your help so as not to let him slide down somewhere. But you can be proud of yourself, gently pushing his slippery warm labia apart, to which he responds with a long exhale into your neck — although almost casually a quiet "don't worry, next time I'll make sure your pussy is cleaned" makes the exhausted Yuuta come alive again and twitch in your hands.

At least he doesn't squeeze his thighs — or simply doesn't have the strength to do it.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Claws are a little hard — every time you can't get rid of the worry that you will accidentally scratch.

Yuuta assures that this is absolutely not a problem, he can always take care of such wounds — but you still can't help but be too tense when undressing him, taking off his sticky underwear, feeling the desire coo because of the ruddy shy expression of his face while you spread his wet thighs. Even if Yuuta is clearly blushing shyly and tacitly disagrees — he is no less handsome from below, especially when you carefully, very carefully push his labia apart, trying not to leave unwanted wounds, but leaving cold touches that make the hot body shudder.

He's just too pretty, especially when grabs the sheets, — watching you gently stroke him, rubbing sensitive swollen clit, — but at the same time continues to whisper that everything is fine, he likes what you're doing, even when you grab his thigh to pull him closer, forcing to lean back in shameless pose, not allowing him to cover up or at least squeeze hips when you become too carried away by his pussy, which perceives even the lightest strokes too well. It doesn't matter how many times you touch him — Yuuta remains the same wet and trembling, as if you are getting under his clothes for the first time, slowly teasing until he starts to whine too desperately, trying to wrap his thighs around you.

After all, people, unlike spirits, are fragile and delicate — and when your tongue lightly rubs his overly sensitive clit, Yuuta can't help but sob, blushing even more because of the wet sounds. Whispering something excitedly timidly to you, feeling you go down lower, gently licking his juice-soaked lips, letting him get used to teasing touches that change faster than he understands — before lifting his hips again, moving to a more comfortable position for you, taking away even the shyly soothing thoughts that he is not "too openly naked" for you when his pussy is shamelessly exposed in front of your face. Squeak of surprise is drowned out by a moan when you push away the pretended tenderness — as well as his attempts not to be loud and needy when your tongue continues to greedily eat him, ignoring the whining that it's too much when he himself unsuccessfully tries to make your tongue rub his clit harder.

But it's not that you mind looking at his charmingly pointless attempts to squirm pathetically while you make him tremble intensely again from the approaching climax.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is pretty — both from below and from above.

Thick curved labia, easily getting wet from the lightest arousal; the clit, hidden under the hood, becoming swollen as soon as you touch it, paying much more attention than he expects until it gets bigger; curly short hair, from pressing to which he constantly squeaks, even when expects it. Maybe he could convince you earlier to "not look there", but what can he do when you are already too obsessive, forcing his hips to wrap tightly around you while you eat him, forcing him to tear his voice from moans and screams when you get too carried away, pushing closer and closer to the fourth orgasm until hand does not grab you and does not force you to continue — not allowing to teasingly pull away and leave him halfway.

Even if Yuuta whines that everything is fine when you pull away again, leaving him frustratingly suspended — it's not that you can go anywhere when can't even get out of a tight grip. At least you can breathe and are not even pressed as tightly as he wants, so it's quite merciful for teasing his "naked sensitivity".

After you changed, it became both easier and more difficult — although now his habit of kicking slightly during orgasm has ceased to be at least some kind of hindrance, your tongue was long and thick, which seemed to be a problem for a tight and easily recovering Yuuta at first, especially when he whined for you to drive deeper, stretch harder, but you teasingly carefully licked his lips and clit, only slightly pushing inside — to immediately stop, for fear of being too rough with his body.

Your body is bigger, as is your tongue, and going along with an excited Yuuta seemed too traumatic — in a previous life you weren't even conditionally so intense, but he was too desperate and excited, begging you to stop teasing him and give him what he wants, he knows that you understand him, he it only takes a little bit, just a little bit, and you... you couldn't say 'no' when Yuuta was so needy. And you quickly learned that, in addition to tightness, your beloved was extremely malleable and thirsty when your tongue is driven into him, fucking too deep for him to even breathe normally — but hearing only whining and pleading to continue while his stomach is filled with you, too intense and rough to even touch the clit, but Yuuta feels too good to let you stop, feeling his juice-soaked hole stretch, abused by you to unconsciousness, as if you used him to relax, senselessly fucking your handsome human until he gets sick.

And when you grab his hips, slamming harder and rougher, fleetingly rubbing clit, Yuuta can't help but drool, feeling you deep inside, mercilessly fucking him until he begs you to stop, bringing his pussy to a ruined state — but it's too good for him to realize anything but painfully sweet stretching and aching closeness.

And fullness.

Delightful fullness.

As if he is finally whole, being filled to the brim, surely after that he will recover for a long time — and this thought is given to the excitement in the lower abdomen.

You're really having fun, aren't you? With this admiring expression, even when the only thing Yuuta does is shamelessly accepting all your tenderness, whining, you still look so in love with him, as if at the most delicious thing you have; too good for him, too attractive, greedily eating him, getting almost to cervix, passionately hammering; why his body starts to tremble even more — because how passionate you are or from something growing inside him when he looks at you?

When body starts to shake differently, harder, and hole flutters around your tongue, a quiet touching whine and grabbing of the fabric is enough for you to understand everything — ignoring his inarticulate muttering until it is interrupted by loud moans.

... It's not that there wasn't something before that his body became so excited and stuffed, but you'd be lying if you said you were expecting squirt. Yuuta was so tense and shy that even later, when his body learned to relax and stopped being so tense because of thoughts about your reaction, he still needed additional affection and words. But looking at his ruddy face, perfectly combined with thighs wet with juice and saliva and pussy unable to stop throbbing, you have to admit that maybe your transformation was really a good event.

⌞ ℘ ⌝

Yuuta is not heavy, but his weight matches his height — for better or worse, so when you want to convince him to sit on your face, he does not resist, even if his face is as red as strawberries, but never allows himself to be too passionate or carried away, for fear of hurting you with his carelessness. In the end, his weight is definitely not something that every person can stand, and if he somehow harms you in such an intimate moment... it will forever be remembered by him as the most terrible event in his life.

But, in the end, there are a lot of other ways to leave him wet not only because of excitement, even if making Yuuta ride your face means giving up his orgasm or doing it very gently and carefully.

However, riding your face when you are so big that you can easily block him from anything is a different experience. You can easily break him using a few movements, but instead wrap your strong paws around his hips, almost leaving scratches, and he feels especially excited looking at your likeness of a face, feeling tongue rubbing between his lips.

You look so amazing, absolutely absorbed in the view, casually caressing his clit and licking the juice flowing down his thighs, from touching which Yuuta moans softly, but not trying to move in any way, allowing you to decide for yourself what you want to do next, even when the tip of your tongue teasingly draws a wet line on his body.

In the end, Yuuta is more than predictable in his reaction when you slide inside, pushing his lips apart, gradually filling him more and more, but not letting him move, stopping and continuing at your will until your tongue is deep enough, making a bulge, and Yuuta begins to fidget slightly, giving you know about his impatient mood. Too excited for someone who can easily find himself in a painful situation because of one unsuccessful movement — but considering how often you stretched him, forcing him to abandon the usual tightness in favor of the primal desire to be shamelessly fucked by you, maybe it was predictable.

When your paws try to give support for his palms to don't take your tongue all the way to cervix, even if his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement and anticipation — Yuuta even looks cute when he tries to look at you, while carefully rises to immediately descend, stretching himself and whining from this, but continuing to look at you even when biting lips. He is just as tiny, even if you regularly prepare him for such a thing — too tight and sensitive, although desperately trying to straddle you, despite his inability to stop trembling due to the excitement of your appearance under him and your tongue inside him.

But even when you start moving, unable to withstand the slow rhythm and pliably shrinking pussy, Yuuta can only shamelessly moan, trying to move his hips towards you despite the desire to stop and let you do everything yourself, driving into his cervix despite the painful sensations that make him only more thirsty and excited.

Or when Yuuta asks you not to move, leaving you deep inside him, even if he wants to move desperately — but he is only rubbing his clit, feeling how you touch him very gently, without interrupting him, but giving a sweet feeling of fullness and heat, from which his hips — which you continue to hold tightly clawed paws — tremble even more.

Do you like what you see?

Yuuta would rather die of shame than ask it out loud, but he really hopes so, because the sight of you under him, completely focused only on him and on him alone, only pushes him even more to orgasm.

You are really too attractive than you can even imagine — and he can tell you about it when he cums, whining something, almost choking with saliva when you start to move gradually, without interfering with his fondling the clit.

Too attractive.

he's more of a stay-at-home guy... okay, he's absolutely a terrible stay-at-home guy who likes to go outside only in some bouts of "walking" before returning home.

even if your transformation has made you less suitable for dating outside or generally less capable of ordinary "human joys", Yuuta will be happy to lie next to you while reading a book, or think about how old games can be adapted for your comfort, or try to involve you in old household things / 'flirting' with attention on your species features — or just wrap around you like a koala around a branch, because he lacks your touch and presence, even if you are now constantly around him, to the extent that you have actually become very friendly with the "new Rika".

Why run away from the unknown? 

Part.2

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: 𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕒 𝕩 𝔻𝕠𝕞! 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕒𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕙𝕠𝕝, 𝕤𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟, 𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒, 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕕𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕪𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒

-𝟚𝕜𝟞 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕟𝕚

How crazy would it be to wake up in an unknown world, wholly and utterly lost? With nothing that looked interesting near you and even more, alone. You could not hear any voices, someone shouting after someone else, those grandmas complaining about their sons and daughters, that damn annoying neighbour who would never understand what 'privacy' is.

None of that, you were just alone. The sound of the wind passing through leaves, surely the chirps of the birds, but nothing more. The silence was soothing you, making all the tension disappear as you sat down on the ground, looking up at the sky.

Perhaps you would have fallen asleep, if it was not for someone shouting from afar, the voice sounding familiar, while the scenery was not. As you sat up, your eyes widened, the person in front of you was more than familiar, a character from a game you play. The Outrider, Amber from Genshin Impact, means you weren't so far from Mondstadt.

You ponder for a while, unsure if it was a good idea to show up at Mondstadt. And while nodding your head to yourself, you stand up, dusting off your pants before walking in a random direction, hoping you will be able to meet a camp and collect a weapon and some food.

It took you more or less a week to get completely ready to move from this zone since you wanted to be prepared in case you encounter stronger enemies. You were lucky enough to walk by some merchants and bought a map, so you could understand where you were. The said merchants were sympathetic enough to tell your current location.

Confidently, you head for Liyue, days passed before you managed to see the top of some Liyue Harbor's buildings. The city was truly magnificent, you were glad you arrived in the middle of the day, so the sun was high, and it made everything shine, temporarily blinding you.

As you stand there, at the entrance of the city, admiring the view, you completely ignore the people passing by you or the ones trying to talk to you. It's true that you were standing out, your foreigner features and your height catching most passers-by's attention. For now, except for Amber, you did not encounter any important character. Maybe it was for the best, since you could say you basically knew the future, you could say something you weren't supposed to.

As you were going to walk away, acting as if you did not see the woman standing next to you trying to grab your attention. You felt like someone was staring at you intensely, their gaze penetrating your body, sending a chill up your spine. Annoyed, you turn around, glaring at them but freeze on the spot when you notice who it was.

With the easily recognizable messy orange hair and dull blue eyes meeting yours, logically, you should act like nothing happened or just smile and leave. But it would not be fun, and he was the one staring in the first place. You were still staring at each other, neither of you looking away. You could not help but smile at him, looking away to let your gaze observe him from head to toe. And as you finally meet his eyes again, you offer him a smirk before leaving, the unknown woman following you with doe eyes. As if you cared about her.

After finally finding somewhere to sleep, you decide to go to the nearest bar, you really need to relax, this week has been hellish for you. This morning's encounter is still on your mind, but you doubt you will see him again anyway, so it was not significant.

You really need to stop jinxing yourself. Not long after you entered the bar, nothing was out of the ordinary except some people standing a bit too close to you, but nothing horrible. As you drink the liquor slowly, enjoying the taste and the slight burn it causes in your throat, the chair beside you is drawn back, so the person can sit. Excepting one of those annoying people again, you turn around to glare at them, but instead, Tartaglia was sitting there.

You heard someone complain behind him and as you throw a glance, you see a girl making a fuss over him, saying he stole her seat. With a single hand gesture to the barman, he understood that the girl was the problem here and drag her out. Tartaglia ignored her this entire time, just looking at you with those empty eyes of his, but you could perceive something in them that you were not able to identify yet.

You were observing him silently until you notice how he has not moved since then, you stand up straight as you understand how long you have been staring at him openly. You make a sign to the barman to serve you two drinks before finishing your current drink. Perhaps if you pay him a drink, he will take it and leave. You knew it would not happen, but you still had some hope.

As you were going to pay for the drinks, Tartaglia beat you to it and gave them the money before you could move. To say you were surprised was an understatement, he had no reason to do this, you were just a stranger. And you just noticed how strong the drink you ordered was, and you had no idea if he could handle his alcohol.

Before you knew it, you were more or less talking freely to each other. With Tartaglia being there, most people would not dare step closer to you, which guaranteed you a peaceful night. Thankfully, even in your tipsy state, you remembered how you never ask, and he never told you his name, so you have not made a mistake for now.

Turns out, Tartaglia was not better than any other person in this city, you noticed how slowly, but surely he moved closer, the eye contact became longer, and he even offered to show you around since it was the first time you stepped in Liyue Harbor, he was so out of character. But who were you to refuse?

As you finished your drink in one go, you stand up with the man next to you, paid before he could and left the bar. Like you though, he followed you, you keep acting oblivious to his strange behaviour. Did he really think you were that drunk to not notice him?

You let him follow you to the place you were staying, unlocking the door before closing it behind you, not locking it again. You sat on a chair in the living room after turning off every light, certain that he would try to enter your apartment.

And a minute later, you hear the handle make a creaking noise as it was moved down. The quiet steps of the Harbinger filled the room as he headed to the bedroom, the door creaking open as he continued to walk, suddenly going silent, as he surely stopped in front of the bed. As quietly as you could, you stand up, sneaking behind him, grabbing his neck. Murmuring into his ear 'knew it', before knocking him out.

You knew it would happen, you were too suspicious to be ignored. You had tied Tartaglia to the bed, waiting for him to wake up, since either way he would chase you to kill you, so you choose to not tire yourself out for nothing. He was not the type of man to give up anyway so, you were dead either way. A sudden grunt coming from the said man-made you come back to reality. The only thing you said was, 'what were you trying to do?'.

As the man looks up at you, you were ready for a glacial death glare, ready to kill you, but instead, you were met with a lustful look and reddening cheeks. The same look he gave you this morning, seems like you had mistaken his intention. As you get up to untie him, you kneel on the bed to reach the rope around his wrists, unintentionally, your knee rub against his crotch, forcing a moan out of him.

As you stop moving your knee to focus on untying his left hand, you felt how he started to grind his hips against your thigh roughly, moan after moan pouring out of his mouth. The pace picked up, his sounds becoming more frequent as his release is near, but just before he could cum, you move away. The pitiful whine he let out went directly to your cock.

You can't help the smirk growing onto your face, this man purposely came here to get fucked, whether it was consensual on your part or not.

Before Tartaglia knew it, he was on all fours on the bed, his hands tied behind his back. His head was pressed into the pillow, breathing correctly becoming a challenge. He could perceive your shadow loom over him, your hand caressing his exposed back. Chills go up his spine as you rake your nails down his back, and he gasps as his underwear is tugged off sudden. Your big hands spread his legs apart, the cold air hitting his ass as he tightens around nothing, legs shaking.

One of your fingers pressed against his hole, only letting the first phalange, leaving him to wiggle towards you, trying to push more into him. As he throws his hips back, you raise your hand before slamming it back down on his ass, his body jerking forward as you hear the loudest moan of this night. As you watch with amused eyes his body shiver under you, you hear him sniffle, roughly, and you tug his hair back, exposing his crying face to you.

The feeling in his stomach grew rapidly, the alcohol still into both your systems, light-headed and his mind slowly becoming blank. As you lick the tears off his face, you use this as a distraction as you plunge your fingers fully in. He cries out, long fat fingers loosening his hole, rubbing against his walls at an irregular pace.

His face was stained with fresh tears as his head was resting against your shoulder, while you prepare him but suddenly, you stopped moving your fingers. Asking yourself if he really deserved or wanted to be prepared. As you observe his face, his eyes were rolled back as he was going to pass out. You nuzzled your face into his neck gently, before biting down harshly, breaking the skin as blood slid down his body. The pain sends an exquisite feeling from his neck to his back, body trembling as his whines get louder. Before he could cum, you stop touching him, leaving his body to flop down on the bed.

You watch amused as he struggles to sit up, looking back at you, teary begging eyes asking you to help him, but you stay there, unmovingly. With a whimper, he crawls to you, hands resting on your shoulders as he tries to reach your face to kiss you. Your hands move to his thighs, lifting him up, placing him over your cock, the tip pressing against his hole. He was feeling loopy and high as you forced him down, the sweet pain coursing through his body as you stretch him out more than he thought it was possible.

His body has difficulty getting used to the sensation, as he feels you in his stomach, a bulge showing through his skin as he pushes against it with a shaky hand. It was becoming too much for his poor brain, as it stopped functioning when you bottomed out, balls slapping against his entrance. His tongue lolled out, drool falling onto your body. You help him sink back down, as he sits dumbly on top of you, unable to think about something else.

That's when you noticed how you never gave him your name, and after murmuring it slowly into his ear, you begin to move him up and down. Instantly, he started to whimper your name at first, and after each thrust, he would get louder, nearly screaming.

You thought he came as his hole tighten around you, but he only let some pitiful drops out of his tip. You could not help but mock him, watching as his tears doubled, and his face become red, feeling ashamed to not even be able to handle some minutes with you. You slowly learned how his body was working and so, you pressed on a special spot, watching him break on top of you.

Suddenly, you grabbed him, and throw him back onto the bed, he just had the time to rest on all fours before you drill back into him. Your hand sneaks to his throat, choking him into the pillow, being already covered in drool and tears. As you tighten your grip, his hips jerked up, cumming on the spot. You keep going, forcing him to cum once again.

You pity him and so, as the good person you were, you turn him on his back, forcing his legs apart, speeding up your pace. He kept whimpering, throat too dry to scream or moan anymore, he could feel you move inside him and watch you also. As his stomach was exposed to your eyes, you could perceive the movement of your cock, as the bulge was even more noticeable.

Stomach burning up as you felt close too, you kept edging yourself since earlier, and it was starting to get into your head. Muscles roll under the skin as you chase after your release, making Tartaglia cry, overstimulated. Thrusting harshly, repetitive movements turn into you railing him at an impressive speed. Head slamming back as his body trembled, the tension in his stomach too strong for him, at the same instant, your own stomach tightens, and you cum, shouting your load deep into him.

Euphoria flows through your veins, your head spinning as you feel Tartaglia twitches one last time around you. But instead of cumming all over himself, he pissed, unable to hold it in. He was still conscious enough to understand what was happening, blushing from embarrassment, still crying and mumbling your name over and over. His belly bulging from your load, some of it leaking out of his hole and onto the bed.

As you let go of his body, he falls into the bed, unconscious and limp, not having enough endurance. With a sigh, you decide to clean him up, changing into some of your clothes before tucking him into your bed, lying beside Tartaglia in silence, knowing he would leave before the sun goes up. For the second time of the night, you kissed him as he was asleep, or you thought so.

Unsurprisingly, when you woke up, you were alone in your room, seems like he left a while ago. After cleaning and changing the sheets, you dressed up, leaving the apartment to discover the Liyue Harbor by yourself. But when you opened the door, he was standing there, waiting for you. Cheeks reddening as he sees you, grabbing your forearm, dragging you away in silence. Unbeknown to you, a bright blue mark on the back of your neck lightened up whenever Tartaglia would touch you.

And from afar, a tall dark brown-haired man was glaring at the two of you. His eyes became luminescent as his tail and horns appeared. With a smirk, he goes back to work, thinking about how he could prepare your encounter and have your attention. Annoyed that the ginger was in the way.

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