fanfic prompts

[xax]

so every so often i do a fanfic prompt post! this is one of them!

gimmie a story prompt with a setting + some characters and/or a situation, or fetish, or w/e, and i'll see if i can write a short porn fill. fandom stuff only, no OCs but 'generic character from the setting' is fine. no real restriction on which fandoms, but you have an increased chance of getting a fill if it's something i'm familiar with & have written before. i definitely won't fill everything b/c i'm real bad at finishing things.

prior fill post here for reference

EDIT: okay i think i'm done taking prompts now. i'll maybe write a few final fills and then i'm done for the time being. ty everybody who commented!

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so that pokemon legends arceus tho

[(Anonymous)]

stares directly at P:LA's big boy Alphas and refuses to break eye contact

take your pick between Hisuian Arcanine, Zoroark, or Typhlosion--size diff from Alpha, big feral rough gay animal/dude sex, honestly you can just have fun with it i know you could do some neat stuff and this is an excuse to go ham if ya want. even if ya don't want then the people (potentially) receive just some good ole big dog on human stuff so there is no lose condition here

Re: so that pokemon legends arceus tho

[xax]

so i was going for a thing that the pokemon legends game seems like it would be very ripe for but idk if it actually does in any meaningful sense, which is that back in the day pokemon would be less like pets or wild animals and more like yokai or vengeful spirits. the problem with that is: that's like half the word count of this already too-long fill (well, too-long if i want to bang these out) just in setting details. o well

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Resak was a quivering mess after the third day of the curse. Wailing spectres howled at him ceaselessly, and strange, ghostly apparitions danced continually at the edge of his vision, only to vanish when he tried to fix his gaze upon them. It had been that pokemon! Out in the ice wastes, he had seen a living nightmare, a guardian spirit so powerful that even a glimpse of its form had left him with this lingering curse.

"I must go back to the wastes," he said, telling Fusa, his sister. "Only by beseeching the spirit and apologizing for my trespass can I hope to have this curse lifted."

"You're a fool," Fusa said. "You'd trespass again to demand forgiveness?"

Resak shook his head, unheeding. She hadn't heard the howls of the damned. He couldn't go on like this. And so, alone, unencumbered, he headed back out to the ice wastes, trusting the spirit to provide either forgiveness or a merciful death.

He had been a strong man, one in his prime: brawny, solidly muscled, brave and courageous. After three days of the curse, it was like all melted away: he doddered, stumbling, sweat trickling down his spine even as the temperature dropped and dropped, until he was shambling across the barren ice wastes, animated just as much by the wailing spectres haunting him as his own volition. His feet dragged over the snow-dusted ice, and his toe stubbed against a whorl of ice. He toppled forward, arms crossed across his face as he fell, and-- the ice cracked with a sound like rolling thunder, sending out sharp pops and pings as he tumbled and rolled, until with an echoing crash the ice sheet shattered around him, sending him plummeting into darkness.

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Resak awoke to heat. Moisture dripped off his skin, and he opened his eyes to see a rainbow prism: dim sunlight refracting through ice like a rainbow, casting the underground chamber he'd fallen into in a kaleidoscope of color. There was a pool of steaming water in the center, which Resak had nearly rolled into while unconscious. The hot vapor from the spring had slowly etched away this smooth-edged cave in the rock, digging out a maze of squirming tunnels in the ice above. And-- he only caught a glimpse of it before he squeezed his eyes shut and rolled himself over to prostrate himself. That beast. The pokemon he'd seen. It was reclining on the other side of the pool, hind paws in the water, appearing to pay no heed to the crumpled heap Resak made.

It was enormous: taller than a man even hunched over, and its whole body was covered in ghastly white fur, save for where it was marred red-pink at the tips, like it had dyed itself with watered down blood. It had an enormous mane, spilling down its shoulders in thick tendrils. Its fur writhed, animated by the torrent of spiritual energy that constantly surged around it, and with a single glimpse at its burning-ember eyes Resak had been cursed. The Zoroark, the baneful fox.

"Please! Grand pokemon! Forgive my trespass!" Resak said, keeping his face planted against the icy floor. There was movement, and a low growl, and Resak clenched his muscles so hard he started trembling, breath puffing out hot against his face. The pokemon's footsteps approached, claws softly scraping against the ice, and then -- a contact, pressure, across his back, that resolved into a clawed paw feeling up his back, across his neck, to his hooded face. The pokemon peeled back his hood, baring Resak's shaggy hair. The claw tensed, coiling in his hair, and it yanked him up, pulling his face from the ground. Its face was an inch away from his own: red eyes burning into him, animal muzzle pulled open in a snarl. Resak whimpered, flinching back, and the spectral shrieks grew into a crescendo, an earth-shaking roar that knocked all thought from his mind in a wave of pain, and then-- nothing.

The zoroark let him go, and Resak dropped to the ground in a boneless heap, gasping for breath. The spectral shrieking was gone. "Grand pokemon," Resak mumbled, swaying. "Thank you for your blessing," he managed, and then he was out. It had been three days since he had last slept.

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When Resak woke again, he was sweltering. The humidity of the underground spring had covered him in a thick layer of dew, soaking into his heavy winter clothes, and he was anchored to the ground by the weight of them. He dragged himself upright, blinking at the dim light: even in the middle of the night, the spring waters glowed a calm blue, casting rippling reflections across the ice dome above. The pokemon was nowhere to be seen.

Resak peeled himself out of his clothes, skin sticking to the heavy fabric, emerging sweat-soaked and dripping. The exertion had him breathing hard, life pumping through his body for the first time in what felt like ages. He stripped, the reflex on waking to simply get himself out of the cloying embrace of his sodden clothes, and once he was naked and looked around the chamber, laying his clothes out on the bare rock to attempt to dry them, and then -- the spring must be some sacred place, for great spirits to collect. But the pokemon had left him here, unmolested. Still half-asleep, Resak had slumped into the shoulder-deep pool before fully contemplating if it was blasphemy. He groaned as the hot water washed away his sweat and soaked into his bones, banishing the last aching vestiges of the curse. He dunked himself underwater, carding his fingers through his thick hair, feeling the spring's water soak him fully.

He couldn't say how long he sat there, half-floating in the hot brine, but he blinked to wakefulness at a snarl. The pokemon was back. Resak averted his eyes. It ignored him, walking past him as if he wasn't there, to focus on his sweat-soaked clothes. It snarled down at them, and then with the tearing sound of rent fabric it shredded them apart: forepaw clutching tight as he raked its hind paws across it, shredding the thick winter wear into ragged ribbons.

"Grand pokemon--" Resak said, voice rough, and even with his eyes averted he could _feel_ its gaze swing over to him. He shut up. The zoroark came close, looming over him, and then-- it slipped into the spring beside him with a muted splash. Its muzzle pressed against the side of his face, inhaling deeply, and it let out a contented rumble, almost a purr, as it relaxed next to him. Resak froze in place, tense, as the zoroark settled in, sending the water lapping at his sides before it stilled again.

Resak shuffled to the side, away, and the pokemon let him move. Eventually, he was far enough away to hazard a glimpse, keeping his eyes low, away from its burning gaze. The pokemon was seated like a man, sprawled out on the rock seat: legs spread wide, upper body resting on its elbows, head tipped up towards the ceiling, like it was a rude patron at the baths in the village. The image was so abrupt that Resak couldn't contain an amused snort, and almost lazily the pokemon's head lolled to the side, burning eyes sliding into view. Resak squeezed his eyes shut immediately, and there was no chorus of wails, only -- the soft slosh of water as the pokemon moved. There was another touch across his side, claws over his bare skin, and Resak let out a shaky exhale, trying to keep his head turned away from where the pokemon surely loomed over him. Another touch: its knee against his own, a claw against his other thigh.

The warmth of the bath, the return of vitality to him, had provoked certain... responses from his body. His cock jutted up from his crotch, hard and smooth. Just a physical reaction to the heat, nothing he had been planning on doing anything with. Irrelevant, except -- the pokemon's paw curled around his shaft and gave it a soft squeeze, and the contact made Rezak gasp, jerking back, shaft sliding through the loose grip. His eyes snapped open in surprise, taking in the looming figure of the pokemon before him: white-pink fur sodden and dripping, danging in thick hanks as it leaned over him. Its burning gaze was focused on his own cock, and for the first time Rezak noticed its matching shape: the pokemon had a heavy sheath between his thighs, with a fuzzy, low-hanging sac hanging beneath. The pokemon's grip shifted, tugging on his shaft, as it watched his foreskin slide back and forth over his cockhead. From the pokemon's sheath, a prong of raw red cock peeked out. Some viscous, heavy fluid burbled out with it, so heavy it drooled down the lip of his sheath even underwater, forming a heavy, oil-and-water glob that sunk down deeper, impacting Resak's submerged thigh with a blossom of heat.

The pokemon surely didn't-- but the pokemon grabbed Resak's hand in its other paw, almost impatiently lifting it up to press it around his own sheath. Resak stared, propriety lost as he cautiously squeezed the beast's sheath, reflexively jerking back at the low, snarling groan it made in response. The knifetip point of its sharp cock pulsed, muscle flexing under Resak's hand, and another sliver of its shaft slipped out from its sheath, sheened and slimy, drooling dense, oily globs of sheathfluid down across Resak's hand as he tentatively squeezed and tugged at its sheath, mirroring its motions.

Resak groaned softly, breath picking up, hips rolling fractionally as the knot of terror and awe in his stomach started to unwind. The pokemon, the beast, the grand spirit, crooned above him, cock unsheathing in fits and starts until it crested up above the water with a splash, immediately flooding the spring with the hot, rank scent of sex: musky and heady, the scent of it went straight to Resak's dick, making him groan and arch up, humping through the beast's grip as he shakily fucked its fist.

The zoroark let out a yowl, breath gusting across Resak's face, and he leaned in: eyes burning, fanged mouth lolling open, to lick a slobbery stripe across his face, ending with his tongue shoving between Resak's parted lips. His maw opened, lips smearing across Resak's jaw, over his nose, and it messily kissed him. Drool spilled all down his face, dripping into the spring in drops, and Resak choked and gagged as the tongue shoved down his throat, long and writhing. It coiled inside him, straining the walls of his throat, and he let out a watery gurgle, froth burbling up from his lips, bubbling from his nose, as he gagged around the huge, drooling muscle. The zoroark pulled back, letting Resak pull in a deep breath.

The pokemon straightened, fractionally: head pressing over his head, pressing his face against the long swath of dripping fur down its chest. Its cock surfaced with a watery eruption, some thinner oil smearing across the surface of the spring while the heavier slime continued to spill down across Resak's seated body. It rutted forward, slopping its slimy cock all across his front, and Resak had to reach with both hands to envelop even half its length. The zoroark crooned, fucking his hands as it gushed slimy preseed in slimy bursts across his chest, and with its paws it shoved his face down, mashing it across its shaft, drenching his face in slime. Resak knew what the pokemon wanted. He opened wide, tongue lolling from his mouth, and moved down, letting the pokemon's thrusts sheath its cocktip in his mouth. The flavor was intense, rank and heavy, and the taste burnt through him, making his cock throb between his thighs, untended with both the zoroark's paws tangled in his hair. The pokemon's cocktip skidded across the roof of his mouth, stabbing into his drool-lubed throat, and it was with a snarl that it started thrusting, using his throat as it started to breed him like an animal.

The beast spent its first load in his throat, cackling as Resak gagged and spat out half its load, clouding the spring water. Eyes crossed, half its slick, smooth length sunk down his throat, Resak could see its knot swell and then deflate, unable to latch onto anything. The pokemon wanted to hilt him. It hauled him out, flipping him over to lap across his ass, tongue stabbing inside him, and then, face pressed to the floor, knees still resting on the submerged shelf, the zoroark shoved inside him again, lubing his passageway with gush after gush of oily pre. Its heavy balls swaying back and forth between his thighs, low-hanging enough they swung through the water. Drops of water-thinned slime dappled his inner thighs, splashing up across his belly as the pokemon worked him open, hips jerking forward in a frenzy of mating, until its bloated sheath mashed against his ass.

Resak lay there, panting for breath, both arms bracing himself against the rock shelf as he took each brutal thrust. His cock leaked steadily, drizzling pre into the cloudy, befouled spring water. The zoroark crooned, yapping happily as it drove forward again, again, again, each time knocking Resak forward, pinning him under its weight, until with a final burning drive it hilted within him and froze, growling across his neck as, inside him, its cock erupted with a lancing spray of its heavy issue. The beast's seed drooled out of him around his reamed-open hole, pouring into the now-murky spring in heavy dollops of pure-white issue. Its knot throbbed in time with each pulse, swelling fatter and fatter until it sealed him tight, keeping the next spray of issue inside him. And the next, and the next, as its heat sloshed higher inside him, becoming a heavy, solid pressure in his guts as the zoroark bred him fully.

"Grand pokemon," he whined, voice tight from the pokemon's paw mashing his face to the ground. "Thank you-- thank you for your gift," he babbled, rolling his hips back, feeling the immense knot knock around inside him. Each time it rolled over something inside him, some hard swell, his cock lurched, drizzling out a heavy drool of his own load. He panted, whining open-mouthed, as the zoroark bred him through its long orgasm.

[(Anonymous)]

Contiunation of the wrex X shepherd

It’s been a month and garrus comes looking for the commander and finds him being used by wrex and is then broken by wrex or grunt

[(Anonymous)]

Odaiba day was pretty recent, so how about Digimon? I'd love to see Tai taking Greymon's enormous dick and getting completely stuffed with cum. (Or any of the leader character boys taking their partner's biggest form.)

[(Anonymous)]

Oh, and for bonus points: maybe some egg-laying of those big thick digi-eggs?

[(Anonymous)]

Wont lie really been missing your naruto stories so how about some naruto and kiba?? Kiba fucking naruto so hard kurama chakra turns him into a huge hellhound while turning naruto into a cute femboi twink

[(Anonymous)]

What about a fallow up on link and Gannons last orgy this time with the lizard monsters from breath of the wild

[(Anonymous)]

This is probably a cursed fandom, but I'd love something involving Kha'Zix and Rengar from League of Legends.
Kha'Zix is like an insectoid alien monster that wants to consume strong creatures and Rengar is a feline hunter that hunts the former for the thrill and because he lost his eye to him.
For kinks, do whatever you want, but I'd imagine there's lots is come eating, probably some fisting, and some piss?
Kha'Zix also has this thing where he adapts, so he could transform during/as a a result of the sexual encounter.

Good luck with the fills in general ^^'

[(Anonymous)]

How about some space marine getting his dick infested by space bugs
Two settings I can think of are Starcraft and Destiny but I'm sure there are a ton more:
-Starcraft's Reynor getting bugged up by the Zerg. Maybe something there with his ex-girlfriend Kerrigan bringing him into the fold...
-Destiny's Zavala incubating some of the Hive who're known for loving their worms...

[(Anonymous)]

What about something out of elden ring with blaid the going after one of his fallen wolf brother like how you help him in game only for this one’s madness takes the form of parasites infesting him which he forces on bliad until he’s just as corrupt and balls and body filled with the them

[(Anonymous)]

So, I debated quite a lot with myself about submitting a prompt last time you did this, and missed my chance, so I'll seize it this time.

I'm going out on a bit of a limb, since I don't know if you're familiar with Bleach, but I'd love it if you did something with Ichigo and his Inner Hollow/Zangetsu, maybe with Zangetsu in his more lizard-like initial form. Could be a different way their canon fight for who's gonna be King goes down.

If you have no interest in Bleach, a continuation of 'Digi-Egg of Courage' with Davis exploring the wonders of his new digi-dicks would be amazing as well.

That Wolf-link and Ganon fanfic

[(Anonymous)]

Wolf-link amd Ganon are camping at night when a blood moon emerge and have a effect on Wolf-link, the blood moon transform Wolf-link into a more monster and bigger then ganon, and ganon really like how he look and he please him to not miss this chance.

Kink - Hyper sheath, Sheath play, Hyper balls, Hyper cock, size different, Musk.

Re: That Wolf-link and Ganon fanfic

[xax]

Their travels took them out past the grasslands, where the grass shrunk into coarse scrubgrass, and then past that to a land of rolling dunes dotted with crumbling ruins, built by an unknown hand. The stars shone large and strange in the sky, lighting the night with a strange purple hue. And then, past that, they entered a dry wasteland of cracked sand and burning sun before they finally reached the end of the world: a long, winding coast on the shore of a great sea of blackness, after which nothing could be seen.

It creeped Link out. His services as a guide, this far out, were useless; he'd only ever scrabbled among the desert ruins, and never traveled much beyond that. The sky was strange here, peeling back to reveal some deeper curse of the dark world, and he had felt it beating down on him in time with the harsher and harsher light. Ganondorf felt nothing, to the extent that Link could even communicate the concept. Maybe it was the Moon Pearl still clasped at his throat, or maybe it was simply the aura of power he exuded; he felt nothing.

When they set up camp on the shore, that night, the moon rose off its usual position, directly off the coast, enormous and blood red. There was a tension there, a pressure pouring into him, and Link snarled and snapped, thrashing in their tent, until he burst out with a spray of shredded fabric, body writhing as he stared up at the moon. Ganondorf followed him out, perhap worried; Link only had mind for the moon above, its rays bearing down, sinking into his body with the bloody red light.

He howled, baying up at the moon, and his body was filled with a frenzied energy: heat rippled up his spine making his coat bush out. He lashed his head back and forth, spine cracking and popping. His paws bit into the dry sand, clawing out great furrows, and it was only Ganondorf appearing in his vision that made him realize: his body was growing. His tongue lolled from his mouth as he panted out froth, a mix of pleasure and pain racing through him as his joints popped and shifted, tendons sliding over bone as his muscles bunched and flexed, growing broader, bulkier, huger. His mane grew into a shaggy mess, spilling down his back, and with a stinging crack he felt his forehead split as a pair of pointed horns budded from his skull, their sharp tips angled forward like a bull's horns.

"You alright?" Ganondorf said, but Link was beyond language. He snapped at the touch on his flank, Ganondorf looking so much smaller than usual -- Link had been a big wolf, but he had still only been up to Ganondorf's waist. Now they were nearly shoulder-to-shoulder, Link's head at chest height. At Link's snarl, a grin flitted over his face. "Have it that way, then," he said, and darted in, head low, to wrap his arms around Link's chest and bodily swing him up into the air, tossing him onto his back. Link landed with a shocked yelp, paws flailing in the air, and Ganondorf settled down into a brawling posture, legs low, arms up.

"Cursed moon, eh?" he said conversationally, as he dodged another one of Link's lunges. "Don't worry about me," he said with a laugh. "I can do this all night."

It wasn't that Link wanted to fight, exactly. There was a burning heat inside him, a fierce kind of joy, a frenzy bestowed upon him by the moon. Their fight was more like a play; Link didn't go for biting down on Ganondorf's neck, even though there were a few times he could've managed it. Still, he scored several scrapes across Ganondorf's sides, leaving his bare body thinly bleeding across his chest and sides. He didn't go for his dick, even though it was out, heavy and flopping around at first, a perfect target. But like any kind of exertion, Ganondorf fighting got him hard, and the hot scent in the air, sweat and sex, had Link's body responding. Their bodies clashed, Ganondorf's cock sliding along his underbelly, Ganondorf's leg catching on his bulging sheath and coming back with a smear of slimy pre all across his hairy thigh. Link's balls jostled beneath him, his heavy sac sagging deeper, brushing the ground as he darted forward and jerked back, and each brush sent a wash of pleasure through him, pressure and contact, making his aching balls churn, sending another spill of slime gushing from his cocktip.

Ganondorf let out a croon of appreciation, gaze swinging down to Link's swollen sheath, to the speartip spike of his unsheathing cock, and his wrestling strategies took on a new goal. He pressed their bodies together, suplexing Link onto his back again only to straddle him, a hand reaching back to slide along Link's enormous wolfcock. Riding along Link's underbelly, as he bucked and snarled, half trying to toss him off, half simply grinding his unsheathing dick up Ganondorf's back.

Body grown huge from the moon's light, his cock was no different. What was usually a solid, bulky length, shaft as thick as one of Ganondorf's brawny forearms, was now something immense and monstrous: shaft broader than one of Ganondorf's hugely-muscled legs, length no longer spilling up Ganondorf's back but spanning it entirely, with his sharp cocktip gushing pre across the back of his neck as his shaft slopped across his increasingly glazed skin.

Link tossed him off, rolling back to his feet, and Ganondorf remained sprawled on the ground, gaze hungrily staring at Link's cock. Link lunged for him, snapping at the gleaming Moon Pearl nestled in the hollow of his neck, and Ganondorf deflected the blow with a hand, fingers curling around his snarling muzzle.

"Oh?" he said. "Have you been aiming for that this whole time? Eager to see if this body can take more of Ganon's cock?" The thought hadn't even occurred to Link, but now that it had, a fresh spike of desire burst through him, cock sloppily gushing watery pre into the dry sand. Ganondorf laughed. "Well, call me selfish, but--" He parried the next snap again, sliding his body beanth Link in a tangle of limbs, and licked a messy line all down the immense length of his cock, both arms curling around its bulk in a bear-hug. His face was shoved down against Link's straining sheath, his own cock sliding across Link's cocktip, and he hungrily licked across Link's cockroot, keeping him anchored in place with his grasp around his shaft.

Link snarled, hips jerking back, fucking forward, sending his pre-slick shaft pumping through the sloppy hold of Ganondorf's arms, and sending the fat, furry lip of his swollen sheath pounding against his head. Ganondorf groaned, arching up to rut his entire body along Link's cock, nose scraping along his shallowly-engorged knot as he hungrily gulped down runny mouthfuls of sheathfluid, tongue sliding along the junction where the raw flesh of his cock slid from his fuzzy sheath. Link thrust again, fucking his cock along Ganondorf's body, and this time he bore down, sheath folding over itself when it rammed into Ganondorf's head, until with a wet, meaty slurp it spilled over, sinking Ganondorf's head inside his sheath, pinning his face against the sunken bulk of his knot. Link howled, cock twitching as he sprayed a stream of pre out past them, forming a dark line in the sand, and Ganondorf groaned against his knot, vibration buzzing as he reached up, head-and-neck swallowed up inside Link's bloated sheath, and stroked his arms around the base of Link's cock, wetly jerking him off as he panted and groaned inside his sheath, voice wet and clotted as clotted sheathfluid and fresh pre gurgled down into his sheath, flooding it, utterly soaking him in rank, musky wolf pre. Cords of slime drizzled down his shaggy mane of hair, bunched and matted as Ganondorf twisted his head inside his sheath, smearing his face against Link's knot and churning his pre up into a thick, frothy cream. Dollops of thick, opaque ooze squirted out, down his neck and over his muscular chest. Link's cock thudded solidly against him before pulling away, leaving thick, syrupy lines webbed between them.

Link's knot surged, swelling fatter, and it was with a deep, guttural squelch that the heavy flesh peeled free, spitting Ganondorf's head out into the open along with the steaming bulk of Link's knot, bigger and broader than Ganondorf's entire head, even turgid. Link panted, drooling down into the sand, and Ganondorf bodily climbed up his cock, rearranging himself to sprawl on his ass before him, legs bracketing Link's forepaws.

"Hope you won't bite me now," Ganondorf panted, chiseled stomach flexing as he sat up enough to press a slimy kiss to Link's frothy lips. He curled one hand around Link's cocktip -- the cocktip itself bigger than Ganondorf's own huge, heavy cock -- and guided it down, sliding it past his balls to nock into his hungry asshole. He braced hands and feet on the ground, doing a back brace, and fucked himself down onto Link's cock with a roar: asshole spreading wide as he was speared open by Link's enormous cock. "Fuck," he groaned, "Fuck, yeah, more," he said, fucking himself down on Link's cock, entire body nearly flung up into the air when Link rutted forward, violently sheathing a foot-or-so of cock into him in a single thrust. Ganon was well experienced with taking enormous cocks, and his well-trained guts opened easily, letting Link sink deeper and deeper, even as his asshole stretched more and more. Pre lubed his guts, each heavy, slobbery spray gurgling inside him, squirting out when Link drove forward again, battle-lust entirely transmuted into the heady, overwhelming need to fuck, to breed.

Link panted, fucking into Ganondorf in short, sharp thrusts, growling down at him, adding a spray of drool to the slimy mess painted across his face. Ganondorf's stomach surged, Link's cocktip jabbing at him from beneath, and he groaned and sagged back, relaxing his muscles to let Link stretch him further: hairy stomach swelling out in a bulging spike as the wolfcock rearranged his guts, tugging them out of place as Link sunk his huge, leg-thick cock deeper and deeper inside him, until the swollen mound folded over Ganondorf's ribs, forming a warped pillar pinning him in place with his own body.

Link's half-swollen knot slammed against his ass with the force of a blow, a battering-ram trying to breach the gates, and even Ganondorf's well-trained ass strained to envelop its shuddering, swelling bulk. The ridge of his asshole, bruised and bloated, flesh heavy and pulpy, yawned open, wider and wider, until with a deep, sucking slurp it slammed inside him, absolutely crushing his prostate and milking out a slimy splatter of cum across Link's underbelly as Ganondorf writhed and yowled, chest heaving as he gasped for breath. Link knotted him with a howl, knot surging fatter and fatter as he erupted with a heavy plume of thin, watery wolfcum inside him. He came a lot usually, wet gushes lasting for a half-hour, but now it was so much more: barrelfulls of cum from his oversized balls pumping unceasingly into Ganondorf's guts, stretching them out and softening his belly, smoothing out the brutal spike of Link's cock.

"Yes, yes!" Ganondorf howled, fists pounding the sodden sand. "Fuck me! Use me!" Link howled up at themoon, body jerking in a frenzy of mating, as he pissed out a continual spray of wolfcum into the man.

Ganondorf was maybe less eager after the first hour. They discovered, bodies locked in a clumsy, eager mating, that Link's knot wouldn't fully go down: he went half-hard, cock still sunk deep inside Ganondorf's bloated body. Soft enough for his heavy, watery load start to burble out around Link's spongy knot, but not soft enough for Ganondorf's guts to spit it out. Link snarled over him, rutting again, and his cock -- and knot -- surged to full hardness as he bred him again, and again, and again, until only with the first rays of dawn light the moon's frenzy started to fade, letting Link's exhausted body slowly shrink down, cock slipping from Ganondorf's gaped, wrecked hole and leaving him unplugged: hairy stomach bloated out in an obscene parody of pregnancy, cum gurgling through his guts as a continual waterfall gushed from his broken, bruised asshole.

They both collapsed, naked and cum-smeared, and slept in the dawn light.

[(Anonymous)]

dragalia lost size kink and cock worship with thor wrecking valyx?
i saw some hot art and can't get it out of my head

Chemical Sense for the New Apocalypse

[(Anonymous)]

Alright, so I don't know if this counts for the no OC rule, but Chemical Sense has been one of my favourite stories of yours for a while and I would absolutely love to see what happens after they move to the desert. I think it would be sweet to see what kind of changes/effects the irradiated desert have on Ash and Boss. I can kind of see Ash doing things (maybe experimenting with radiation or other tranformatives (but that gets into a different sort of genre) (under the Boss's supervision of course)) to make his body more durable/able to have sex with the boss more frequently (but not less painfully, maybe more).

Obviously kinks would be the size difference, painful sex, rough sex, and dom/sub from the original.
I think other kinks that could go with would be cockwarming and/or cockhanging, ans anal gaping/prolapse (which were in the original now that I think about it lol).

Many of the other kinks that I can think of I know you don't particularly like but I'm interested to see where you would want to take it.

teen wolf pack scene

[(Anonymous)]

You haven't written for Teen Wolf in a while, but werewolves are king so here you go.

Maybe a scene of Stiles interacting with a few pack members (anywhere from 2 to everyone) in a gangbang scene. Watersports for bonus points. Breeding/"cunt" references encouraged but not necessary.

Regardless of whether this prompt catches your interest, thanks for all the awesome stories over the years.

Re: teen wolf pack scene

[xax]

this one ended up _really_ long. also i presume you were thinking more of the later-season wolves but i never actually watched past mid-s3 so you get the s2 cast :V

anyway it's over in the prompt fill post

[(Anonymous)]

Well, missed my chance last time, but hopefully I'm more on top of things this time and its an idea that would at least appeal to you. A Ocarina of Time story with Link in the Water Temple and winding up getting on the losing end of his fight with Morpha. I've always been curious to see you take on Morpha having its way with Link, pumping him full of its essence and making him all swollen and distended, maybe even somehow breeding with him for the irony of a hero meant to fight monsters inadvertently winding up making more of them.

Doesn't necessarily have to include all of that. Just curious to see your take on an encounter between the two of them.

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Link stepped through the door, and it sealed behind him with an echoing crash. Here, in the depths of the Water Temple, there was a placid reflecting pool, water within gently sloshing, reflecting rippling bands of light across the walls and ceiling. Link approached, except... the water flowed, churning of its own accord, fluid thicker and more viscous than pure water. A waterspout flowed upward and froze, becoming a fat pseudopod that sluggishly churned forward, swinging out to attempt to club Link.

Link darted backwards, drawing his sword, and uselessly swung through the water, just rippling it. Another pseudopod formed, burbling out over the lip of the pool, and then another and another, as the pool burst to life. Deep within the pool Link got his first glimpse of the true enemy: some kind of glowing nucleus of an enormous slime, or something like that, disguising its body as a pool of water. The core churned through its body, bobbing and spinning along some phantom current. It was a pulsing orb, flesh red and spiky, centered within a bubble. Pseudopods erupted in its wake as it circled the pool, lashing out at Link as he slashed and dodged through the watery limbs. Their spray coated his body in a filmy layer, just-slightly thinner and slicker than water.

Link readied his hookshot, aiming at the core through the water, and fired. It sunk into the bubble wall and yanked the core backwards, out of the water -- which all went fluid the instant the core burst from the surface, collapsing into choppy waves. Link slashed, blade deflecting off the rubbery bubble surrounding the core, and it erratically bounced across the stone floor, flinging itself back into the water with a splash.

Wounded, the creature drew up another wash of water: a tidal wave that sprayed out across the floor, knocking Link off his feet. He toppled backwards, crashing into the wall, and the receeding tide clawed across his body, stubby tentacles grasping across his shoulders and sides as it hauled him bodily into the water with a splash. Link gurgled, thrashing, swimming through the slick ooze and bobbing to the surface, only to have the water itself clench around him and drag him back down. He sputtered, bubbles burbling from his lips as he struggled to keep himself aloft, body kicking and punching through the water as much as swimming through it.

The slime-core spun around him, never moving within range, just winding spirals around Link's thrashing body. The watery slime made Link's tunic billow, clothes floating around his body, and it was with a sudden clench in the water that yanked his tunic backwards, body being jerked in the opposite direction. His seams tore with a rent, shirt sagging off his chest. The water's grasp surged up the legs of his trousers, tentacles bulging and squirming, and Link gurgled and pushed himself up, arms chopping through the water as he surged to the surface, panting as he dragged himself over the lip of the pool.

The pseudopods grasping his lower body yanked him backwards, nearly wrenching his slimy hands off his grip on the pool's stone lip, and caught between the two forces his trousers tore, one leg bursting apart, cloth and leather shredding apart into tatters. Link scrabbled forward, clawing at the stones, but the slime yanked him back again, sending him flying backwards. A watery pillar surged up to meet him, tangling his limbs in a cocoon of slimy water as he floated in midair, stuck, naked, without anything to push off of.

The slime-creature held him in place, spiky core throbbing in the water beneath him, but no matter how Link writhed and squirmed, he couldn't chop through the watery restraints holding him. Slime streamed up his body, coating him everywhere below the neck, and -- Link let out a shaky hiss as the warm water spilled across his dick, feeling along its soft length.

The slime pulled him spread-eagle, all limbs splayed out, and it pulled his dick the same way: length tugged straight out from his body, cocooned in a churning cord of watery slime. Pressure raced across his body as the water pushed down on him, slowly spinning him in midair. The force of its touch spilled down his bare chest, pinching his nipples, streaking down his sides, and then, with a push, dug against his ass, spreading his cheeks to bear down against his tight asshole. Link let out a yelp, squirming, but that just encouraged the slime further. Pseudopods spilled up his hips, tentacles lashing across his ass and spreading his cheeks wide, and the pressure across his hole grew more and more intense, until with a sharp push it broke through, slime squirting into his ass with a continual glug, glug.

Link whined, squirming, flushing as the steady heat and warmth filled him up. His cock, responding to the heat and pressure, the continual squeeze along his length, started sluggishly filling out, thickening and lengthening where it was already stretched out in front of him. Link whined again, voice shaky, and a pseudopod surged up his neck, plunging itself into his open mouth with a squelch. He yelled, water slopping down his throat, soft and pliable enough it didn't stop his breathing, even as he felt it squirming down into his stomach, slowly flooding him with slime-water from both ends.

The core bobbed beneath him, rotating around itself as it pumped Link full of more and more slimy water, sinking itself into his body. He gurgled, wet bubbles bursting up his flooded throat, popping into frothy smears that poured down his slime-drenched chest.

The core squirmed, spiky protrusions across its body flexing and as Link was absently spun around in midair he could see it shudder and pulse, spitting out a dozen miniature versions of itself -- spiky cores within glossy, transparent bubbles -- from its spike-tips. It kept pulsing, each spike opening up to spit out one or two bubbles, until the water around it was packed with them. Its currents spun, collecting up the bubbles in twisting currents that merged them together into three fat, spiralling ropes, and the ropes surged up, breaching the surface with a splash as they twisted towards Link's trapped body.

The pressure in his ass burst, a wave of slime crashing into him, spreading his open hole wide, and with a slick, watery pressure Link felt the first bubble -- the first egg -- pop into him, rebounding off his slick guts as it bounced its way further inside him. After the first one, they kept coming, in a steady flow: one, then another, and another, pressing against his stretched hole and deforming easily, slurping into his slime-lubed guts with a wet pop. The second rope melded with the pseudopod spilling down his throat, bringing up the egg-packed limb with a smooth arch, letting Link see the dozens-on-dozens of fat, fist-sized eggs pumping towards him. The slime wrenched his jaw open wide, mouth just a hole for it to use, as it forcefully pumped the first egg in past his teeth, down into his slime-bloated stomach with a slimy pop and a muted gurgle. Link thrashed, the motion just sending him spinning, rotating around his center of gravity, as the fat tentacles effortlessly kept lined up, pumping eggs up his guts and down his throat in a continual wave.

There had been a third rope of eggs. Link only realized where they'd be going when the pressure surged around his stiff dick, pinning it in place. He looked down, staring at the huge eggs lined up in front of his dick, but even as he screamed, bubbles bursting up into a frothy mess, the slime didn't stop. Slime poured into his dick, shoving down his cockslit and forcing it open into a broad oval. Fluid filled him up: flooding his bladder, squirting into his prostate, gurgling down across his balls. Each egg was fist-sized, but the cores at the center were tiny, huge little spiky seedpods as big as a fingertip, and as the first egg lined up against his splayed cocktip the bubble surrounding it distended, thinning out into a long, slimy snake that spilled down his cock, making it surge and shudder. The core itself burned, scraping through his flesh through the thin, stretched bubble surrounding it, and it was with a dizzying pang that the first egg shoved its way through his internal passages and popped into his bladder, rebounding off his inner walls.

Then the second, and the third, smearing against each other, sunk into him. Their bubbly flesh smeared, slick, across the inner flesh of his prostate, before the continual pump of eggs into him pushed them deeper: one lurching down into his left ball, the other unfurling into a burning space somewhere behind his prostate. Link screamed, eyes staring up at the ceiling, limbs thrashing, froth sluicing down his chest, as the slime pumped him full of eggs, more and more. His guts bloated out, stomach stuffed, and his belly surged out into a mounded dome, growing fatter and heavier with each egg that slurped past his gaped asshole, that shoved its way down past his tonsils.

He floated there, held aloft by thick tentacles, body just a plaything, an incubation chamber for the slime-beast. His bladder was stuffed to bursting. His balls burned, dense flesh slowly spreading apart under the continual pressure. The tight cords hooking down into his balls became a set of rubbery beads, eggs visibly lurching beneath his stretched-taut flesh. More and more surged into him, pumping him full. He slowly descended, growing weight too much for the slime's flimsy limbs to support, until his twitching toes dragged across the surface of the water.

His cock burned, slime continually pumping backwards into him, but the constant pressure and flow, the slick slide of eggs along his inner passages, made his body respond. His cock flexed, internal muscles clenching, and Link came with a bellowing sob, cum going nowhere, eggs still steadily pumping into his stretched-out cock, as his body was unable to overcome the constant pressure the slime exerted.

Link floated there, dazed, as his body swelled and swelled, stomach bloating out beyond pregnant, stretched skin becoming lumpy as the eggs fought against each other, straining to expand inside him. The cesassion of eggs was felt only as a plateauing, as the slime shoving sludge into him an squeezing, keeping it all dammed up inside him. He was only dimly aware of the slosh as it dumped him to the side, gravity suddenly asserting itself as he sprawled across the cold tiles, pinned down by the weight of hundreds of eggs inside him. Tentacles withdrew, slime flowing backwards across his skin, leaving him damp and gleaming. The slime had sealed him shut: there was a dense web of thick, viscous slime splattered all across his ass, clogging his throat, burbling in sticky gushes from his ruined cocktip, and as the water withdrew the sludge hardened into a dense, rubbery mound, gluing tight to his skin and sealing the eggs inside him. Link whined, mindlessly drooling, staring up at the ceiling as his cock flexed again and again, dry-orgasming from the continual pressure, cum swilling through his flooded, ruined inner passages.

[(Anonymous)]

Rocket Raccoon getting his prostate and balls brutalized from the inside by goo shenanigans when he’s a new host for a Venom symbionte

[xax]

at this point absurdly-hyper rocket raccoon is the default so hope you enjoy that too :V

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Rocket Raccoon looked at the sparking wreckage of his spaceship. There were rough landings and then there were rough landings. He supposed he was lucky to not have exploded in the atmosphere. Still, the wreck of his ship wasn't gonna get him off-planet any time soon.

At least he'd landed somewhere with air. And ruins a bit more advanced than bricks and iron. Probably would've been a better idea to crash-land here before their total industrial collapse.

Rocket hammered out some panels, just to do something, and then headed out to scavenge for supplies. What he wouldn't give for a working power linkage decoupler, right now.

He could see the pits of bubbling tar. He definitely made sure to keep a wide berth around them. What he wasn't expecting was for the tar to come to him. One pit bubbled up, and at first Rocket took it for just another eruption, except then the fountain of tar curved in midair, squirming like a snake, and made a line straight for him. It hit him in the chest, immersing him in a wash of heat, and Rocket let out a strangled cry and reached up to try to rip it off. The tar was viscous and ropy, but he couldn't get a grip on it at all. The tar flowed between his fingers, smearing across his fur as it dove down the neck of his jumpsuit, and Rocket made a face, hopping and squirming as the mass of ooze spilled down his stomach, moving around like a bug stuck in his clothes. The heat flowed across his hips, concentrating across his sheath, and--

"Eep!" Rocket yelped, voice shrill, as the ooze shoved up inside his sheath. What was this, some kind of heat-seaking slime? He was gonna have to, he didn't know. Try to fix the medtube first, while some alien thing infested his dick?!

The ooze squirmed up his sheath, meeting his soft dick, and Rocket's expression got more pinched as it shoved its way up his cock, spilling backwards along his inner passages until it hit his prostate, settling down into a hot, burning weight deep inside him. Rocket hissed, grimacing as he experimentally moved, preparing for the slime to do -- who knew what else.

Oh ho, a voice said, deep and amused. There's a lot more room in here than I was expecting.

"What?!" Rocket said, looking across the blasted wasteland, but it was only a second before things clicked. "You're the fucking slime! Get the fuck out of my dick!"

Why would I do that? It's a roomy new home. The thing's voice dripped smugness.

"Look, you overgrown lump of snot, either you get out there or I reach in there and yank you out myself! Don't think I won't." It was a bit of a hollow threat at the moment, but 'stuck with a telepathic dick slime' meant fixing the medtube shot to the absolute top of Rocket's to-do list.

Hmmmm, the slime hummed. It rippled inside Rocket's prostate, a dull buzzing somewhere between ache and stimulation, and Rocket could feel his body respond, pre slowly oozing down into his stretched-out prostate and audibly gurgling. Perhaps we got off on the wrong foot.

"You don't have feet," Rocket snapped. "Get out of my dick!"

Now, now, the slime said, and its vibration stepped up a notch, furiously buzzing inside him. Rocket let out a snarling groan, sheath surging in his jumpsuit, and he staggered back, leaning against a boulder. Sweat trickled down his spine. I'm just a poor stranded traveller, just like you. Think of it as fate that we met. Its heavy buzzing ebbed and flowed in time with its voice. It dug deeper, slime prodding up past Rocket's prostate, mingling with the heavy glands that were oozing thin pre, sending out long tendrils looping down towards his balls. All I ask is to leave the planet when you do. I can even help out with the repairs.

Rocket's cocktip jabbed against the inner surface of his jumpsuit. That was the real emergency. Rocket shucked his jumpsuit, shrugging out of it as he unzipped it to his waist, and then there was a rolling thunderclap as he let his sheath jerk out into the open, surging up out of the hyperbolic space mesh that cradled his oversized junk. If he burnt that out, there was no way he was getting anywhere, anchored in place by his giant dick. "Grrr--uh," he groaned, as the ooze's tendrils dug into the dense flesh of his prostate, gripping and squeezing internal glands and then hungrily feeding on the heavy gushes, drinking it all up to grow bigger and denser. Rocket groaned, legs splayed, sheath bobbing in the air before him. A thin smear of oily black pre burble out of his cocktip, before a tendril shot its way up his shaft and licked across his cockhead, catching it all up in a slimy bubble that it oozed back up Rocket's shaft, plucking down his cocktube the whole while.

So you agree, hmmm? the ooze said, bubbling up inside him, grip growing firmer the more it fed off Rocket's pre. It bore down, forming heavy nubs that scraped along the folds of Rocket's prostate, tugging and twisting his internal flesh. Rocket yelped, hips jerking up as his cock throbbed, another foot of length gurgling out of his sheath, and the ooze tried and failed to catch the next spray of pre: blowing itself up like a balloon inside him, writhing against the force of the spurt, but still Rocket managed to spray out a glossy eruption of black-tinged pre, splattering in a messy line across the burnt dust before him. He collapsed back against the boulder, staring up at the red sky, chest heaving.

"You got me-- rrgh-- where you want me, huh?" Rocket groaned as the ooze twisted the tendrils curling down to his balls: forming heavy helixes lined with spines inside his passages. Each movement was a yank, sensation somewhere between nauseating and the best thing Rocket had ever felt. It was like getting kicked in the balls, but pleasant. "I guess-- nngh-- I have no choice." He was going to fucking end that slime.

His balls sagged lower, scuffing the ground, as the slime oozed through the heavy folds of cords inside his sac. Then it hit his balls. They were already giant, heavy and lopsided, and Rocket got a new awareness of just how huge they were, as the slime spilled across their dense internal structure, flowing into their thin, compressed passages and bloating them out into heavy swells. His balls churned, flesh visibly warping as it slammed its branching pseudopods into his flesh, tugging and twisting, stimulating them to produce more cum, faster, and drinking down the excess to thicken itself further. The slime poured like molasses into Rocket's balls, until they were stuffed to the brim: flesh bloated and aching, burning from the stretch. The swell in his prostate formed spikes and started rotating, dragging them in rubbery jolts all across his inner walls.

Rocket writhed, yelling, limbs thrashing as his cock fully unsheathed with a gurgle, cloudy black pre steadily drizzling from his gaping cocktip. Th slime was playing him like an instrument: pressure here, twisting there, spines dragging backwards up his shaft. Rocket yapped at the sky, eyes clenched tight, as the entire enormous bulk of his cock jerked up, shaft flexing. He came with a howl, throat burning, as his glands clenched tight around the slime's bulk, squirting black tendrils out his dick, before the force of his spray hit him hard, erupting a fountain of grey ooze out a good ten feet, nearly blasting the thing out of his dick entirely. It squirmed inside him, tendrils latching on tight against each forceful squirt, trying to catch the spray as it blasted through his inner passages.

The slime gulped and gulped, sending huge bubbles of cum squirming backwards down his dick, backwards to his balls, before they were incorporated into its growing mass, even as Rocket sprayed gallons of cum out across the blasted landscape. Ahhh, the slime groaned. It's been far too long since I had a proper meal. Black webs spilled from his still-drooling cocktip and wrapped around his cock, smearing up along his sheath to fully coat his junk in a layer of something that looked almost like black spandex. You know, I think this is the start of a long and fruitful partnership.

Rocket was going to fucking kill the thing. Maybe after making it get him off like that a few more times, though.

You do know I can read your thoughts, right?

Fuck, Rocket thought.

[(Anonymous)]

Followup to the Digiegg story, Davis exploring his new anatomy and the other physiological changes that come with partially being a digital organism. Some slit play stuff with Davis taking for once.

Maybe some sounding stuff with his partner if the size difference can be made to work- fucking raidramon's cock(s) with his and getting his new plumbing flooded with digi-seed instead of his guts for once.
A particular scene I'd like to see is one cock being left untouched and whatever's going in one cock coming out another, being routed through the vesicles and prostate in the process. Like the Digi-cum, or maybe sounding beads or something, in one cock out the other.

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Davis squirmed in his seat. He was leaking. His new vent, or pussy, or whatever, was always mounded out from the bulk of his twin digi-dicks inside it, giving him a bigger bulge than when he'd had a normal dick. Every time he shifted in his seat he could feel the thick spines of his shafts digging into each other, sending a hot pulse of pleasure each time they rasped along each others' lengths. When he clenched his thighs, it squeezed down on his vent, making his dicks throb. His balls, internal now, formed dense, heavy swells inside him, and the pressure made them shudder and burn, oozing thick cum up through his internal passages.

Internal muscles shuddered, pushing wet pulses of heavy pre through his restructured anatony, ending with a slick wet burble as excess pre spilled out over his lips, soaking into his underwear.

By the time school ended Davis was a flushed mess. He nearly came just from the jostle of the school bus home: bulging taint shuddering with each bump the bus hit, until his underwear was overtly tented by the half-unsheathed bulk of his twin dicks.

If this was how Veemon felt all the time, no wonder the little guy wanted to fuck so much.

When Davis got back to his room he closed the door and sagged against it with a sigh, hands going down to peel his shorts away from his slimy skin. His cocks unsheathed with a squelch, squirting out blue-tinged fluid onto the carpet, followed by heavy, glossy streams of slime burbling out of him, pouring over his flushed lips and swaying between his thighs. His twin cocks throbbed in time with his heartbeat, each one drizzling out fresh pre down its spiny length, entirely cocooning his lengths in a layer of sluggishly-flowing slime. He let out a groan, half needy, half frustrated.

Veemon hopped out of his backpack and got to work. He tugged Davis down on his knees, legs spread to splay his lips wide, letting soft internal flesh wetly mound out against the root of his cocks, and Veemon clambered up, his own vent swollen and heavy as his dicks peeked out. Veemon ground their lips together with a squeaking groan, until his unsheathing cocktips caught against Davis' puffy lips, and then he arched forward, sinking his cocks into Davis' pussy. Uh, vent.

"Veemon," Davis squeaked, holding back a shaky groan as Veemon's nubby barbs plucked along his inner walls. "My mom is home!" Veemon's only response was a whine, hips jolting forward to mash their vents together with a wet slap as his cocks fully unsheathed inside Davis, adding Veemon's own silty pre to the sloppy mess squirting out between Davis' flushed lips.

Davis' own dicks were pinned between them, unsteadily gushing pre over Veemon's belly as the tiny digimon fucked into him. Each thrust pulled back with a gush of mingled fluids, drooping down Veemon's cocks in heavy arcs, and when he thrust again the webs collapsed into frothy cords, splattering across Davis' thighs.

They were both so pent up after the day that they hardly managed a minute. Veemon fucked Davis into a messy eruption, pale cyan cum spraying asymmetrically up Davis' chest as his cocks erupted, and his tight clench got Veemon off a half-thrust later, the digimon crooning as he sprayed his load into Davis' pussy, filling him until he overflowed. A thick burble of slimy cum gurgled out of him, slurping out of his overstuffed hole as Veemon sluggishly stirred his gushing cocks inside him, drawing out his orgasm into a minute-long release that left them both drenched and dripping, puddled slime soaking into the carpet beneath.

So, that was day three of having a digi-dick.

His prostate was triple-sized and constantly aching. His new knot was jammed up against it when he was fully soft, which usually meant that he didn't stay fully soft for long. Walking squeezed them together, like milking his cock through his fist, and he could follow the slow trickle of pre as it flooded his internal passages and spilled out into his vent, slowly painting his inner walls wetter and wetter until he started leaking.

They snuck away into the digital world after school, mostly so Flamedramon could get a chance to fuck him too. Veemon had been the one eager to fuck all the time, and now that Davis' sex drive had been turbocharged by his transformation, he was taking every opportunity they had to have sex. Davis' vent wasn't actually that big, and he couldn't take both of Flamedramon's dicks in it -- yet -- so Flamedramon sat him on his lap, one cock stabbing up between his asscheeks, the other splaying his vent lips wide as it sawed into him. Davis whined, shuddering, and his twin digi-cocks squirted out glossy ribbons of cum while Flamedramon fucked him, glazing Flamedramon's chest in sloppy rivers. Flamedramon hilted inside him, cocks stirring around inside Davis' altered anatomy, and he came with a roar, gushing thick streamers of hot cum until Davis felt bloated, stomach swollen out into a sloshing paunch.

When Flamedramon pulled out, Davis felt cored-out, inner walls stretched and burning, still feeling the phantom-imprint of Flamedramon's shafts pumping inside him. He reached down, slipping two fingers into his vent alongside his cocks, and then lower to sink into his gaped asshole, feeling the sluggish flood of cum gurgling out of him around his fingers.

"Ready to go again?" Flamedramon asked, cocks hard again, fresh pre pushing out the final slimy ribbons of cum from his enormous dicks. Davis just groaned. Letting Veemon know they could fuck, he'd made a monster. There was a rush of wind and the crackle of lightning, and then Raidramon was there, his own monstrous cocks hanging down from his haunches, drooling cyan pre. "Ready?" He asked, and Davis groaned again, even as his own cocks twitched and surged, fattening out from the heady smell: ozone and musk, hot and spicy. It brought him back to, well. When he'd gotten these dicks.

"Lemme, uh," Davis said, rolling to his knees, flushing as that shifted the mess of cum inside him. A slobbery mix of Veemon and Flamedramon's cum squirted out of him, gurgling between his lips, and he clenched his gaped asshole, feeling cum sluice down his guts and form a sloshing lake just behind his bulging asshole. The muscle spasmed and he squirted out a heavy spray of digicum, ass and vent both, splattering across his thighs in a slimy mess. "Lemme go," he said, grasping across Raidramon's enormous cocks. "Lemme fuck your vent, uh, I guess...?"

Raidramon leered at him, cocks drooling. "Anything you want," he said, and rolled over on his side, baring his underbelly and the enormous span of his cocks. They twitched, and a little arc of lightning buzzed up between them, dancing across his spines. Davis swallowed heavily.

He still couldn't believe he'd had both of them inside him. He reached forward, grasping ahold of one immense, club-like dick, feeling its spines and barbs rasp against his palm. Raidramon let out a pleased whuff, cock shuddering and letting loose a spill of pre all across his hands, heavy and musky. Davis followed the flow up, fingers circling around Raidramon's cocktip, feeling his cockhole clench and spread with each gush of pre. Davis slid a fingertip across the tip, pressing down gently, and was a little shocked when his fingertip caught on the hole, pressing inside easily. He stared down: dark purple flesh stretched out around his fingertip, smooth and slick on the inside as he experimentally twisted his finger around, pushing it back and forth. Raidramon let out a groan, hips lazily pumping, and the added pressure bent the immense spongy length of his cock, pulling Davis' fingertip with a rubbery spang.

Davis grabbed his cocktip again, staring down. He sunk a fingertip inside again, intentionally this time, shallowly pushing deeper, deeper, until he'd sunk his entire finger down Raidramon's cockslit. Pre burbled out over his knuckles. "Raidramon, uh," Davis said, his own cocks straining, jutting out from his crotch in a taut arch. "Can I, um, have sex, uh, fuck, your dick?"

Raidramon raised his head, giving him a lazy blink. "Yes."

Raidramon was a lot more tactiturn than Flamedramon or Veemon, but Davis still thought more of a response was warrented. "Really?!"

"Yes," Raidramon repeated.

Raidramon wasn't that stretchy. One finger was easy, two was tight. Davis' new dicks definitely wouldn't fit. But... he arched up, hauling Raidramon's cocks into his lap. He smeared them together, tethering them together with thick cords of slimy pre, and then he rutted up, his right cocktip sliding across Raidramon's lower cock, using his fingers to guide it up against his spreading hole. Raidramon was tight: cock a hot, slick clench as he grabbed it with both hands, keeping it in line as he hunched forward, awkwardly humping down to cram his cocktip deeper into Raidramon's shaft. The head slurped in, displacing a slimy swell of ooze, and then Davis humped deeper, deeper, thighs straining, cock surging. He gasped from the heat, wrapped tight around his shaft, as he sawed his way deeper, until with a wet splat his vent pressed against Raidramon's cocktip. He felt giddy: body flushed with heat, barbs pinned tight inside Raidramon's clenching shaft, each throb of their conjoined cock sending a burst of pleasure through him, like fireworks. "Raidramonnnn," he slurred drunkenly, knees skidding through the dirt as he clumsily tugged back and fucked forward.

Raidramon's cocks were like three feet long. Even with his altered dicks being... real big, he was hardly pushing down past Raidramon's cockhead. He had to keep both hands wrapped around Raidramon's spiny, finned shaft to keep his dick from simply slipping out the instant Raidramon's shaft lurched to the side. Raidramon crooned, cock lurching as Davis wrestled with it, and an eruption of pre surged up his length, crashing into Davis' cock and squirting out in every direction like a fountain: glazing Davis' front, splattering into his open mouth, utterly flooding his vent.

Davis groaned, arching forward, fucking himself on Raidramon's cock as much as he was fucking deeper into it -- His vent splayed wider as Raidramon's cocktip sunk between his lips, swallowing deeper down his length until his cocktip heavily thudded into Davis' still-sunken knot. Davis stared down: one of his cocks (half his cock?) swallowed up entirely by Raidramon's shaft, just the cocktip spreading his vent just as much as Flamedramon's entire cock had. He groaned, hips working, hands pumping across Raidramon's cock, and when it surged again, nearly leaping out of his hands, the eruption of pre blasted out across his inner walls, flooding his vent and spilling out in heavy gurgles.

But, clamped tighter inside him -- Davis let out a shocked inhale as some measure of Raidramon's blast squirted up his cock, burning as it pumped backwards inside him. Raidramon's pulse ended and he could feel the double-volume spray, his cock gushing a mix of his pre and Raidramon's back into Raidramon's shaft. Davis gasped, breathing hard, and unsteadily rutted forward, cock immersed in soupy slimy, frothy bubbles of ooze splurting out of his gaped vent. Raidramon pulsed again, and again, and Davis' cocktip... spread, parting open as more and more pre got injected into it, until there was a constant current: Raidramon's implacable spray gurgling down his shaft, building up into a heavy, sloshing weight somewhere inside him, only for the pressure to ebb enough that his dick could start spraying their mingled issue back out again -- but before he could finish ejecting the last of Raidramon's heavy, electrified pre, Raidramon shot out another pulse, pumping even more into him. Davis groaned, untended cock leaking steadily as he focused more and more on the burning, electric rhythm of them exchanging pre back and forth. Slime surged deeper inside him, forming a dense froth that swilled inside his reshaped anatomy, barely able to spill out between Raidramon's increasingly-heavy gushes of pre. His untended cock, lolling across his stomach, gushed out the excess continually, glazing his stomach in an electrified pour.

Davis whined, gasping harder and harder, heat building inside him hotter and hotter, until with a shaky yell he came: cum squirting out of his left cock in heavy bolts, but in his right, the spray went backwards, cock gulping down more and more of Raidramon's pre, letting it build and build inside his aching prostate until it felt like an enormous rubbery water balloon: heavy and stiff, swollen to bursting.

Then Raidramon came. Davis had been tugging and stroking on his cock all the while, coaxing him forward. His whole length rippled, the pressure increasing, and Davis let out a shaky whine as Raidramon's hot, electrified load burst down into him, overflowing his prostate in an instant. He yelled at the sky, body jerking clumsily as some final internal wall was overpowered, and then hosing out of his left cock, along with the dregs of his load, was a wash of Raidramon's cum: squirting high in a pressurized spray, splattering down across the both of them in pulse after pulse. Davis howled as his inner passages took the brunt of the eruption: stretched wide in blast after blast of cum, pumping down his cock, past his aching knot, to swill inside his prostate for a shuddering pulse, before the pressure found the only exit available: racing up his other cock to fountain into the air in a wash of blue-tinged cum. Davis took Raidramon's load, the sensations overwhelming: cocks burning, prostate throbbing, as he took and redirected each pulse.

Davis collapsed backwards, cock pulling free from Raidramon's cock with a final squelch, leaving both his cocks weakly spraying Raidramon's load all over himself before the pressure abated, turning the heavy spray into a slow drool. Raidramon's twin cocks, uncapped, gushed out the last of his load all over Davis' front, utterly immersing him in a soupy sea of his blue-tinged digicum.

Davis reached down, pressing against his taint, milking out a final wet spray of pent-up cum, hosing out of him in long, pissing squirts, before he collapsed fully, gasping, prostate burning.

[(Anonymous)]

Hulk x rocket raccoon

Glory hole rocket raccoon wants to try one out. Hulk loves it so much that he asks rocket to join him everywhere he goes. Now rocket is now strapped to the Hulk fucking him nonstop.

[xax]

not exactly glory hole but it's set in a bathroom i guess

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"Thor say you fuck him." Hulk slammed a huge green fist down in from of Rocket.

Rocket jerked back. "Hell, big guy, that's how you say hello?"

"Raccoon fuck Hulk," Hulk demanded.

Rocket blinked. "You, uh-- what?"

"Hulk want to suck Raccoon's cock."

Rocket Raccoon let out an exhale. You fuck one guy and nobody can shut up about it. Still... he looked at the workbench, and the half-disassembled gun he'd been fiddling with. Did he really have anything better to do today? It'd been a bit since he'd gotten his rocks off. He set the mechanical latch down with a clang. "Sure, big guy. Where you wanna do this?"

"Hulk suck Raccoon's cock!" Hulk roared, one giant hand shooting forward to crab the crotch of Rocket's jumpsuit like he was gonna rip the whole thing apart.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Rocket said, unzipping the jumpsuit and squirming his shoulders out hurriedly, letting it sag loose around his waist. "You wouldn't believe how expensive this thing was to get, don't just rip it apart!"

Hulk growled, hand feeling across Rocket's nonexistant bulge, but he obligingly reached in, two stumpy fingers sliding down Rocket's stomach and feeling the full mass of his sheath. His face broke out in a craggy grin. "Raccoon hide dick! Hulk think Thor dumb and stupid when he say Raccoon has big dick, but Thor right!"

Hulk curled his fingers around Rocket's sheath, prying it out from the space-folding cup in the jumpsuit. His gamma-radiation-empowered body was the first thing that was strong enough to casually haul Rocket's sheath-and-balls around like they were a normal-sized cock. They lolled out with a heavy thud, balls spilling over the floor, sheath jutting out above: sheath itself as wide as Rocket's lean chest, balls themselves considerably bigger than the rest of his lower body.

Rocket looked around. Nobody else was in the workshop right now, but it was hardly isolated. Poeple passed down the hallway nevery few minutes. "C'mon, guy, let's head over there," Rocket said, jerking his thumb to the connected bathroom. Not much privacy, but a little. He waddled forward for a half-step before Hulk simply grabbed him in his hand, raising him up to press his face against Rocket's sheath and hungrily inhale, tongue flitting out to lap across the rim of Rocket's enormous sheath as Hulk obligingly stomped over to the bathroom, more-or-less slamming the door off its hinges as he stepped inside.

Hulk's tongue lapped across the short, stiff fuzz at the rim of Rocket's sheath before he shoved in deeper, licking deeper inside. Rocket groaned, legs kicking against Hulk's fingers as he hunched forward, grinding his sheath across Hulk's chiseled features. Hulk groaned, slobbering and gurgling as he drooled directly into Rocket's sheath, tongue digging along his inner walls, licking up the slimy sheathfluid and replacing it with his faintly-gleaming, green-tinged drool.

Rocket's dick getting hard felt, like always, like a boulder rumbling out of place. Passages inside him surged, the immense bulk of his soft cock slowly unfurling, growing even fatter as it surged with blood. Hulk let out a moan as the cocktip surged out into his mouth. His tongue folded over itself, feeling across the lumpy, furled ridges that lined the rim of Rocket's raccon dick. Rocket lolled back, staring dimly up at the ceiling -- only a foot away, with the way Hulk had him hoisted up to head-height -- as the Hulk practically sucked his cock out of his sheath, cramming his face down onto Rocket's sheath and gulping.

Fuck, say what you want about the Hulk, but at least he was big enough to fit Rocket's dick. End of praise. Rocket's cock spilled out of his sheath, slick and slimy, and Hulk lapped across its mottled red-purple shaft, drinking down the gummy sheathfluid that clung to its sides, groaning and whining in glee. He swallowed, bulky cockhead surging down his throat, visibly swelling even his giant green skin, and then swallowed again: face pinned against Rocket's sheath, nose slurping back and forth over his rim, slurping inside when he drove forward, digging deeper. His hand was big enough to settle Rocket across his palm, but it was barely big enough to hold both his balls; they spilled out down the side of his hand, and so he brought his other hand up -- abandoning squeezing his own dick through his ragged shorts -- and tugged on Rocket's balls, tugging and pulling.

Rocket groaned, hips arcing forward, and his cock unsheathed fully straight down Hulk's throat in one, two, heavy pulses, wrenched out from the sucking, milking muscles of Hulk's throat. He spat out a thread of pre, the kind he knew from experience would plaster a wall and send the excess pouring down in a waterfall, and Hulk just gulped it down with a groan, swallowing thickly. Rocket's cock thickened, growing to full hardness, stretching Hulk's throat wider, and he eventually had to pull off to gasp: panting for breath while Rocket's person-sized cock twitched in front of his face, sending out heavy, slashing gushes of pre to splatter all down his huge, brawny chest.

"Raccoon dick taste good!" Hulk roared, licking up the excess pre flowing down Rocket's shaft, letting the silver-grey pre swill around in his mouth, gurgling over his tongue, before he swallowed it down in gulps. "Give Hulk more!" He opened wide, cockhead popping through his fat lips, and bodily shoved himself down Rocket's cock. Something in his throat squelched and popped as Rocket's dick slammed past it, and then Hulk was hilted again, lips obscenely stretched as he messily made out with Rocket's sheath, tongue lapping along the underside of his enormous cock. Rocket groaned, hips jerking, grinding the root of his cock against Hulk's mouth, jerking forward with as much leverage as he could get and then having to trust Hulk's throat to spit him back out again.

Hulk pulled back, heavy globs of frothy slime clinging to his lower lip, drooling down his chiseled jaw. He released Rocket's balls to reach down and casually rip his shorts apart, letting his enormous cock flop out. Huh. If nothing else, Rocket could honestly say now that his dick was bigger than the Hulk's. Not much bigger. But Hulk wasn't interested in his own dick: "Raccoon fuck Hulk! Fuck Hulk hard!"

Raccoon took in their size difference, as Hulk lowered him down: his cock a skyscraper jutting up, gushing pre all across Hulk's chest as it was dragged down his enormous frame. "Ain't you some kind of physicist? Don't you know about leverage?"

Hulk's brow furrowed as he tried to take that in. "Raccoon fuck Hulk!" he repeated.

Hulk got on his hands and knees. Rocket had to admit, his giant muscle ass was... impressive. His asshole was a fat knob between his cheeks, bulging out and readily gaping at the slightest pressure, clenching and spreading like a hungry mouth. He would not have guessed Hulk would be a needy fuck. His cockhead slurped between his cheeks, glazing his hole in rank, heady raccoon pre, and Hulk roared and shoved himself backwards, pushing Rocket back against the wall as he sunk himself down on his spired dick. His furled cockhead lurched into him, shaft bowing from the force until with a sudden jerk it speared deeper, sinking half his enormous length into Hulk's ass with a single push, and Hulk let out a tile-rattling roar. Hulk's prostate throbbed along Rocket's length, spasming hard, and there was a slimy splatter as he milked out a heavy gush of ooze: green-tinged pre spilling all across the tiles as Hulk fucked himself back onto Rocket's cock, guts eagerly opening up to swallow more and more of Rocket's shaft.

Rocket was in a daze. Honestly, he'd never much been in to casual sex; guys who were into his cock mostly just wanted to play with a man-sized cock, which was nice for them but sure as hell didn't get him off much. Hulk didn't have the finesse he expected from a sexual partner, but his enthusiasm to take all of Rocket's dick -- and giant body -- did a hell of a lot of the work. He groaned, head lolling back against the wall, pinned spread-eagle. Hulk slammed himself down, asshole flowering open around Rocket's enormous shaft, cocktip ramming against the passages of his guts before Hulk found the right angle and shoved himself deeper, sinking the full, immense length of Rocket's cock into him with a meaty slap. His bulging asshole kissed Rocket's sheath, and Hulk groaned, his own enormous cock letting out a pressurized spray of green pre as he rocked back and forth, treating Rocket like a wall-mounted dildo as he fucked himself back, ass gobbling up Rocket's shaft. Pre squirted from Hulk's ass, gushing out to drench Rocket's front, glazing his shaft in layers of slime, and Hulk swallowed it down, ass licking his shaft clean, smearing his pre across his inner walls in flowing layers.

Hulk knew how to milk a dick, that was for sure. Hulk fucked himself in a frenzy, roaring and slamming his fists against the bathroom tiles as he rearranged his guts with Rocket's enormous cock. His guts swallowed down each pulse of pre, forming a heavy, sloshing mess past his cocktip, gurgling and squirting down his shaft when he overflowed, spraying out in cords until the bathroom floor was a flooded mess, a slippery slurry of their combined pre, that sent Hulk skidding back and forth when he tried to brace himself to take each thrust.

The tight heat of Hulk's guts, fully enveloping Rocket's cock, the steady clench of his asshole slurping back and forth on the final few feet of his shaft, the way his cockhead kept jabbing against the bloated, distended muscles of Hulk's abs -- Rocket groaned, feeling his balls churn, sac uselessly trying to tighten. He was gonna cum.

His groan was totally overshadowed by Hulk's continual roaring, but Hulk sure as hell felt him cum. His cock shuddered, a rippling flex racing from base to tip, and then deep inside Hulk's guts Rocket erupted with the force of a firehose, spraying an immense blast of hot, rank animal cum deep inside him. Hulk crooned, his own cock erupting as he fucked himself down to the hilt and held there, letting the smooth muscle of his guts suck and slurp around Rocket's throbbing cock. He took the first few shots, a half-dozen gallons of gamey raccoon spunk gurgling deeper into his guts, before he started to overflow. Cum gurgled down Rocket's shaft, leaking out around his clenching asshole for a second before he started to really overflow. Pressurized squirts of cum blasted out, painting Rocket and the entire wall around him in thick cords of grimy, rank raccoon cum. Hulk roared, his own cock erupting just from being bred, and he shot with the force of a bomb: glowing green cum lancing out and cracking the tiles on the far wall before pouring down to form a goopy pile of glowing sludge. And then again, and again, each pulse clenching around Rocket's shaft, each new blast adding a fresh layer of sludge to the viscous pile sluggishly pouring towards them, mingling with Rocket's thinner, free-flowing cum, gushing in blast after blast out of Hulk's overfull ass.

Hulk's stomach slowly distended, swelling out in a heavy mound as he struggled to keep most of Rocket's load inside him. After a minute, it looked like he'd eaten a huge meal; after two he looked pregnant. After three, Hulk's own orgasm faded, cock only drooling out the silty dregs of his load, but Rocket was still going strong, pumping gallon after gallon of rank, grey cum into Hulk's overstuffed guts.

Five or six minutes later, Hulk was a swollen blob, stomach so fat with cum it propped him up, pinning his dick down between his legs. Rocket was a barely-noticeable ridge on the cum-slathered wall, every feature hidden under the heavy, viscous flow of cum painting every surface in the bathroom, flooding it up nearly to his waist. Excess sluggishly spilled out through the broken door, forming a sluicing sheet that started to flood the workshop, too. Hopefully nobody left any important projects on the floor.

Rocket blinked, trying to use his cum-slathered arms to wipe the worst of the mess from his face. Hulk was a mess, his form only vaguely visible: shoulders only drenched in a half-inch or so of cum, enough that the green tinge of his skin still shone through. He collapsed forward, blowing bubbles into the lake of cum flooding the bathroom, his gaped asshole fluttering around Rocket's shaft as he milked the dregs of his load out into his overflowing guts.

Then, slowly, shudderingly, Hulk pushed himself up again, enormous thighs flexing as he shoved himself back onto Rocket's dick, asshole clenching as he started to fuck himself again, working up for a second round.

Huh. No matter what people said, Rocket thought Hulk was an okay guy, actually.

Possible prompts

[(Anonymous)]

So I have two possible prompts not sure which would be better.
The first is a D&D human adventurer getting captured by a solitary lizardfolk and subsequently railed buy him. Could have lizard dicks, transformation, really excessive cum, mind alteration, and magic.
The second takes place in Chakra Contamination and deals with Sasuke having to deal with his brand new feline penis that he’s gotten from his clan summons. Some stuff might be hyper, sheath play, barb play, excessive cum, and musk.

Re: Possible prompts

[(Anonymous)]

Just thought of a third, sorry for not including it in the prior message.
After their first Biomerge Takato ends up with some drastic changes between his legs and needs some help from Guilmon to get used to his new anatomy.

[(Anonymous)]

Ixion sees how much face-fucking Zell can take. Cum inflation, Throat/stomach bulges. The usual

[(Anonymous)]

Kujata x Zell Pre-cum/Cum Inflation. Maybe stomach deformation. Go crazy

[(Anonymous)]

How about something Devil May Cry related? Any one of the main characters with Berial/Belial or Goliath would be good. Size difference/cum inflation/pregnancy

[xax]

my entire knowledge of the dmc series is more-or-less just watching the intro cutscene for the berial fight. given nero's timeline it makes no sense that he'd be casually fucking demons but w/e let's say this is an AU where nero is less conflicted about his demon blood & his secret training with the devil bringer also involved some secret fucking around with demons. just roll with it i guess. also i'm calling him belial b/c 'berial' is dumb.

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An enormous demon launched itself from the flaming tablet, landing with a earth-shaking crash and a guttural roar.

Nero looked the demon up and down: huge centauroid demon: heavy reptilian paws, bull lower body, bulky, muscular torso, head a mix between lion and bull, all in spikes of black stone, mazed with craggy seams of glowing lava. The wings of fire were a nice touch. Nero came up to about ass-height, which meant he got a spectacular look at his enormous, sagging bull balls as he walked past him. His sheath was sized to match: a person-thick tube that spanned halfway up his underbelly, all smooth onyx flesh.

The demon took no notice of him, too busy looking around: "Ahh, the human world, it's been a while," he said, voice a rumble Nero felt in his bones.

Then Nero drew the Red Queen, investing a fraction of his power, and swung it, extingushing the spreading blaze from the demon's eruption from the {tablet}. That got his attention.

The demon turned to face him. "How curious. When I came to this world 2,000 years ago, there were no such humans as the likes of you."

"Yeah, you'd be surprised what we got up to in a few millenia," he said. He probably should just fight him and be done with it, but... well, it'd been a while since he got fucked properly, and having a huge-and-horny (literally) demon right in from of him, showing off his fat sheath, was pushing some buttons. "Y'think you could spare some time to fuck, before you go anywhere?"

The demon's eyes went wide, shocked, before they narrowed suspiciously. He snorted. "Foolish human. You think one such as you can slake the lusts of Belial, conqueror of the Fire Hell?"

Nero shrugged, a cocky grin on his face. "Unless you're packing a lot more than that--" he gestured lazily at Belial's sagging sheath, nearly the same size as Nero's whole body, "-- that wouldn't even be the biggest dick I've taken."

Belial snorted. "Absurd. I have no time for one as foolish as you," he said, and his paws stomped the ground as he prepared to turn.

"Ah-ah," Nero said, gripping Red Queen. "I can't really let you go. How about we make a bet? I slake all your lusts, you head back into hell," he said, jerking a thumb at the burning tablet, "I can't, well, I guess then we gotta fight for it."

"A fight?! Foolishness."

Nero rolled his shoulders, limbering himself up for taking demon cock. "Well, good thing it won't come to that, because I'm about to blow your mind." His gaze focused in on Belial's sheath, staring at the ruddy sheathtip, where his inner flesh revealed itself in a fierce magmatic glow. "C'mon, come to papa," he crooned, stepping forward once, and again, until he was right before Belial's immense giant paws, bathing in the heat rippling off his body. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't immolate himself just from the approach, but a considering look entered Belial's gaze as he stared down at him.

"Very well," he said. "I might as well humor you."

"Glad to hear it, big guy," Nero said, patting Belial's flank. He tossed his coat to the side, unbuckling his belt as he stepped forward.

There was enough room under Belial for him to walk barely having to duck his head. Nero ran his hand along the inner swell of his hugely-muscular front haunch, feeling the iron-hard muscle under his rocky skin. His cock shuddered in his pants, stiffening as he felt across Belial's rippling lower chest, down along the animal swoop of his underbelly, until he was face-to-face with Belial's gargantuan sheath. This close, and he could smell the musk wafting off it: smoke and hot embers, like the rest of him, but here the scent got headier, spicier. Nero let out a groan, cupping the sheath with both hands, fingers digging into the heavy, leathery flesh.

He pressed his face to the sheathtip, tongue lapping inside. Spit steamed off his lips and tongue as he sucked along the inner flesh of Belial's sheath. Above him, Belial let out a low groan, paws stomping as he shifted to the side. His balls swayed back and forth, cracking loudly against his inner haunches. Under Nero's ministrations, his sheath pulsed, already-huge swell fattening further. The burning dot of glowing flesh widened into a circle as his flesh spread with the sound of creaking leather, until with a rippling surge along his underbelly his cocktip pushed out into the open with a spray of boiling magma-pre. Nero groaned, fingers sliding in to cup the tip, mouth pressing to his pursed cocklips to gulp down a slobbery mouthful of magma-hot pre.

Belial let out a louder roar, hips jerking forward, and Nero only escaped toppling backwards by hanging on to Belial's unsheathing cock, letting it drag him forward with the thrust. Another gush of pre painted his front, sluggishly lighting his undershirt on fire, and he dragged it over his head and tossed it aside, letting fresh pre drool down his bare chest as he stripped the rest of the way, until he was stark-ass naked, standing beside a giant demon dick, its weight like a cannon over his shoulder.

Belial's cock was a true monster. The whole thing was like a red-hot bar of iron, shading to white-hot down the middle. He had a broad tip with a gristled edge that slurped out into the open with a broad fan of magma pre splattering in every direction as the rim of his cockhead flexed back and forth, halfway flaring out. His shaft, as it poured out of his sheath, was a series of fat, gristled ridges, lined with finger-sized spines: ridges thicker, spines longer, the more of his shaft unsheathed. Nero hugged the torso-wide shaft to his chest as he stroked it up and down, smearing it with a syrupy layer of Belial's sluggishly-flowing magma pre. More and more of Belial's shaft spilled out, until it was longer than Nero was tall: tip drizzling magma into his hair as he crossed his ankles as close to the base as he could reach, using his whole body to rut against it.

Belial's sheath swelled, the leathery creak of his unsheathing turning into a rocky rumble. Nero dropped from where he was hanging off Belial's dick to approach his bloated, bulging sheath, fingers tracing over the stretched flesh. His splayed sheathtip gaped, wetly slurping back and forth over the base of his shaft, and with both hands Nero dug in, helping ease it back over the immense swell inside, until with a roaring rumble his sheath lurched backward, folding over itself in heavy folds as the person-sized bulk of his knot slopped out into the open, slamming Nero in the chest and knocking him flat on his ass. Staring up at the immense cock hanging over him, Nero let out a low whistle.

"You see now?" Belial said, leaning down to peer at Nero beneath him. "A human such as yourself couldn't hope to take my dick." He leered. "You failed to name my tribute for victory in our bet. Taking you and pinning you within my sheath, so I can feel you squirm -- yes, that would be a suitable consideration, I think."

Nero hummed, reaching up with both hands to catch the heavy, syrupy line of pre slowly dripping down the underside of Belial's shaft. "Don't get too hasty," he said, getting up. "You haven't won yet."

Belial let out a roar of laughter. "There is no honor in foolishly refusing to accept your own defeat. You are an interesting one. If you beseech yourself before me, I may be tempted to take you as a consort, if you are so enamored with my cock."

While Belial was talking, Nero was moving. He reached back with his Devil Bringer, glazed in Belial's burning pre, and he sunk a clawed finger into his ass, then two, groaning at the intense wash of heat. His flesh ached, puffy and stinging, and when he pulled his fingers free his asshole mounded up, a face swell between his cheeks. "C'mon, don't be so in love with hearing yourself talk you miss the fuck of a lifetime," he said, tapping against Belial's flank. "Roll over."

Despite his glowering expression, Belial obligingly settled down. Curious about whatever Nero would do next, although clearly not having any expectation of him managing anything. His lower body rested on its side, paws splayed out across the ground, and the position let his cock loll out into the open: an immense pillar of demonic flesh, throbbing with his heartbeat, dripping cords of magma pre onto the ground in dollops of fire.

Nero gave it an appraising glance. "Well, time to saddle up," he said to himself, hauling himself up Belial's underbelly with the help of his obsidian horns. He settled atop Belial's mammoth cock, its flat-capped cockhead more than a solid seat beneath him, and Belial let out a laugh, staring down. "Finally ready to admit defeat, human?"

Nero settled in, rocking back and forth, feeling the heavy swell of his asshole drag against Belial's cockhead. He spread himself, rubbery asslips spreading into a fat gape, sloppily sucking against Belial's pulsing cocklips. He dug down and felt himself spread, asslips opening wide with a heavy, slow warping of flesh. Nero let out a low, guttural exhale, guts unspooling as his gaped ass sloppily sucked along Belial's broad cocktip.

"Fuck," he groaned, shifting left and right, feeling his gape slurp wetly. A gush of pre shot up inside him, burning hot, gurgling through his guts and then pouring back out across Belial's slimy cockhead. "Fuck, this'd be so much easier if you had a bull dick," he groaned, legs squeezing Belial's shaft, rhythmically rocking his whole body against Belial's monstrous cocktip. "Or a lion dick! Fuck, where'd the horse part come from, c'mon," he groaned, half just mumbling to himself as he felt across Belial's flare, hands tugging his heavy, puffy asslips wider. His hole bulged between his cheeks, forming a drooping, crater-like rim, and he listed to the side, slopping off-center until his heavy asslips caught on the lumpy fringe of Belial's cocktip. He braced himself with his legs, one heavy furl of his rubbery asslips caught against the side of Belial's cockhead, and bodily hauled himself to the side, roaring up at the sky as his flesh stretched and stretched. His body wasn't just unnaturally strong, he was unnaturally maliable, too. Taking his first demonic horsecock had been a challenge, and Belial sure as hell was the biggest of that type so far, but he hadn't been lying when he'd said he'd taken bigger. Just, bigger ones that tapered a bit more.

"It can't be!" Belial roared, staring down at Nero, watching as he leaned back, ass sluggishly swallowing up his immense cockhead. Nero's hips warped, bone clunking loudly as it bent out of place. Dicks this big always made him feel like a living condom: stretched tight over the inhuman knobs and ridges of whichever demon dick was fucking him that day. Belial was no different. Nero's stomach distended, first a mound and then a sharp, clearly-defined imprint of his cock bulging through his skin. Nero exhaled, ribs jolting out of place with a series of guttural pops to make room for the full spread of Belial's cockhead, and then with a final wet squelch, his burning asshole splayed out over the entirety of his cocktip, sinking its full, torso-spanning girth inside his warped body. Nero groaned, dizzy with fullness and aware of how empty he was still at the same time: there was a hell of a lot more of Belial's dick to go.

"Your arm, your ass--! You're not human!" Belial roared, staring down at Nero's distended belly, stretched out far beyond what would shred a human to pieces. Nero let out a shaky laugh as he leaned back, using his legs to haul himself down Belial's cock, one inch at a time. "This," he said, raising his arm. "Y'know, it drove me crazy at first. But I think we can agree--" he stopped with a shaky grunt as Belial's cock throbbed, spewing out an immense gush of pre that shone glowing red through his stretched-taut skin. They could both follow the spill of his pre: bubbling out the tip and spreading across his broad flare, only to squirt out past the edge and then sluice in a slow, tarry spill down his shaft, until it gurgled out around Nero's wrecked hole. "--that I got a pretty good deal."

"So," Nero said, leering up at Belial, three feet of cock bulging out his stomach and another six or seven left unsheathed. Offering up his body. "You gonna fuck me, or what?"

Prompts

[(Anonymous)]

Don't forget to post a notification to your Patreon peeps :P I enjoy when you do these whether you fill mine or others.

Garurumon/Weregarurumon/Matt follow-up to this (https://archiveofourown.org/works/37709926). Weregaruru will fit :D Other suggestions: Tongue fuck, knotting, sheath play

Red XIII/Hojo prequel to your current canon. Dubious consent, bondage, milking

Re: Prompts

[xax]

well, matt finally takes the knot here.

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Taking Garurumon's knot was a considerable challenge. Taking Garurumon's dick had gone shockingly easy, actually. For all that it was an immense, arm-sized spear of animal cock, well, people got fisted all the time, and Garurumon's dick had the advantage of being tapered. Taking the tip wasn't any trouble at all, and then it was just a slow, continual slide as Matt rocked deeper, until he'd reached his limit. It took more than a few times before he could bottom himself out on Garurumon's dick, and Matt tried to not feel like those were all trial runs -- it made sex a little weird if having it felt like failure -- but he had to admit that getting emotionally invested in being able to take Garurumon's dick had made things a little weird.

They'd actually, uh. Talked about it. Not, like, awkwardly, just that Gabumon had said, "You know, Matt, you've really been wanting to take Garurumon's knot, yeah?" and things had gone from there.

"Uh, yeah, I mean-- of course. I don't know, I know... I know I can get a little fixated on things. Sorry if it made you feel like, I don't know, that I'm only with you for your dick."

Gabumon had laughed. "It's not that. You can want my dick as much as you like. It's just..." That had been after, uh, the second time Matt had torn himself open. That was awkward, and it meant no sex for a week or two while his guts healed up. "It's really hot to see you try so hard to take my dick, but not when you actually hurt yourself."

It had taken some time, Matt had said, for things like 'I don't think I can take it' to go from hot phrases to hear right before some huge digimon slammed their whole dick into him, to actual things he could say when he didn't actually think he could take it. He had, uh, a lot more experience fantasizing about digimon sex than experience with actual digimon sex.

They'd gotten some inflatable dildos. There were plenty of weird animal dick dildos for sale, and with the increase in digimon there was a booming market in digimon-dick dildos too. They'd taken a look at some company's Garurumon and WereGarurumon models; Matt had gotten enough experience by that point that he could agree with Gabumon that they were both totally unrealistic. Also, they both had the knot as a perpetually-hard lump at the base of the dildo.

"The whole point of a knot is to keep the dick inside!" Garurumon had complained. "It defeats the whole purpose if you could just slam it in there!"

"Yeah, I know," Matt had said, still idly squeezing Garurumon's dick with his thighs. Garurumon was on his back, Matt curled up against his chest, legs tangled around his unsheathed dick. Matt was holding his phone up to Garurumon's face, letting him stare at the dildo models upside-down. "I mean, I get it intellectually, but the fantasy is, y'know, all about getting used like that. Also if you're drawing porn nobody wants to draw only internal shots all the time; they wanna actually see the thing."

Matt had been riding the tip of Garurumon's dick, hole soft and shockingly loose afterwards, and the dregs of Garurumon's load was still oozing down onto his belly. Matt could curl his ankles around the base of Garurumon's shaft and feel the barest throb of his knot, invisibly sunk at the base of his dick.

So, anyway, the Garurumon dicks weren't really a good training aid, but Matt had ended up getting one anyway, even though it'd cost ¥20,000. Even the extra-large WereGarurumon model was considerably smaller than Garurumon's actual dick, and the extra soft model was squishy enough that he thought he'd be able to take its knot.

The point was, Gabumon had said, to train Matt's guts. To get his ass used to something real big inside it, and to train him out of the reflex to clench around something huge, not so much to stretch out his actual asshole in a big gape. Well, in a gape beyond what was needed to take the fist-sized bulk of his actual dick. The thing with getting knotted, for real, was that Garurumon lasted up to a half-hour knotted, and, as he said, it didn't really sound like a fun time to get knotted and then have Matt injured and bleeding, getting more and more torn up, for an entire half-hour. So they wanted the first time to go off without a hitch, which meant a lot of practice runs.

Between that and the general hassle required to prep for anal when he was gonna have a few litres of cum shot into him, it took a while. Matt got really used to jerking off Garurumon while he sucked on the tip, since they could do that-- well, once they did that literally in a secluded part of a park. Matt had dunked himself in a nearby pond afterwards to clean up most of the evidence. Bringing out WereGarurumon... well, the first time had been a challenge mostly to find somewhere with enough privacy to has sex with somebody two stories tall.

Even though WereGarurumon was only a little bit taller than Garurumon rearing up on his hind legs, his dick... well, there was a reason why all the dildos were tiny. Anything realistically-sized would bankrupt their manifacturers with silicone costs. WereGarurumon's sheath and balls were crammed tight into his leather pants, and... well, the first time Matt got to sit between WereGarurumon's legs, using all his strength to haul his belt through a beltbuckle the size of his chest, and finally getting his reward of WereGarurumon's sheath bursting out into the open, fur damp with sweat, head-sized cocktip peeking out of the leathery folds of his sheathtip, just being able to rut his entire body against WereGarurumon's torso-thick shaft was the real reward. WereGarurumon had laughed, voice booming and guttural, and cupped his entire body with one huge hand, pressing him down across his cock, letting Matt stroke it with his arms and legs, head sloppily glazed in his thin wolf pre. Matt had stopped thinking about getting knotted, or even getting WereGarurumon to cum, utterly lost in the sensation of stroking the mammoth cock, feeling it pulse against him, feeling hot pre wash over his chest and trickle down his bare skin. He'd humped himself to completion, cumming with a moan with is dick jammed against the heavy, smooth lines of WereGarurumon's titanic cock.

That was a big part of him getting less goal-oriented with sex. As it turned out, just having sex could be an enormous amount of fun if he came into it with an open mind, instead of setting out, first thing, with the conscious goal of taking Garurumon's dick this time.

Not that he didn't also still do that a lot. It just made the training, letting Gabumon fuck him with their inflatable dildo, more enjoyable if he stopped thinking so much and let himself sink into the process more. Once he'd let himself get immersed into it: ass grinding down against WereGarurumon's bulky sheath, pre gurgling down his chest in a continual spill as he writhed and keened, embarassing noises ripping their way up his throat as he gasped for breath against WereGarurumon's sloppy cocktip, both hands wrapped around his shaft in a bear hug. When WereGarurumon actually came, it was with a bellowing roar and a harsh throb from the base of his shaft, knot expanding out in forceful pulses until it spread his thighs, legs locked around its shuddering bulk as a slimy wash of WereGarurumon's watery wolf cum rained down on him.

Which wasn't to say that Matt didn't end up taking Garurumon's knot. Just that it took several months to get to, between everything else.

When Matt had first gotten fucked, he'd been amazed at how his ass had felt afterwards: hole puffy and soft, opening up again shockingly deep and wide at the slightest push even days afterwards. Riding Garurumon's cocktip was the same, only moreso: leaving him with a heavy, plush hole, that wetly pouted open after Garurumon had glazed him with his latest load. Training himself not to clench down on Garurumon's knot was something he had to do a lot more intentionally: get Gabumon to get out the inflatable dildo and fuck him with it, and then slowly inflating it inside him, inner walls stretched tight around the fat, hard bulk -- and Matt making sure to take it, leaving his hole loose and guts slack as he mentally adjusted to the fierce, constantly-increasing burning from his raw, tightly-knotted ass.

The night Matt ended up finally taking Garurumon's knot, they hadn't even really planned for it. Matt had cleaned himself out deep, and Gabumon had digivolved out to Garurumon, cock already unsheathed, flushed and heavy across his underbelly. He rolled back, showing his belly, and let Matt climb on top, lubed hole eagerly and, after months of use, easily slurping over his cocktip. Matt groaned, slick heat flooding his guts as Garurumon gushed pre inside him. He rutted back, fucking himself deeper onto Garurumon's dick, his own cock stiff and sliding through the huge digimons lush fur, slowly fucking a slimy furrow across his underbelly. Matt whined, on his knees on Garurumon's belly, slowly rocking himself deeper and deeper onto Garurumon's dick. He knew the angle to hit to slide Garurumon's dick into his guts, a little twist of his torso as he ground his ass back, and with a raw, intense pressure his guts flexed open, letting Matt sheath himself down onto Garurumon's massive wolf dick.

He groaned, arching back so he could stare down at the bulge of his stomach, cock visibly warping his taut belly, sliding back and forth as he fucked himself. Garurumon whined, hips jerking up in fractional jerks as Matt pushed himself down, each thrust tapping his cocktip an iota deeper, until with a dizzying sense of fullness, guts tugging and unspooling inside him, Matt slid down to the base, asshole pressing against Garurumon's sheath with a wet squelch. He let out a shaky keen, one hand on his dick as he erratically milked out a slimy mess of pre, and slowly rocked in place, letting Garurumon pick up his thrusts, fucking him in slow, shallow thrusts that got deeper and deeper as Matt groaned and encouraged him on, until six inches of cock were pounding into him with each thrust. Garurumon's sheath piled up between his asscheeks, folding over itself in a fuzzy pile as Garurumon jabbed down, sinking down to the absolute root.

They'd done this before. But two days ago, Gabumon had fucked Matt through a body-spasming orgasm with his inflatable knotted dildo, tying him tight until Matt was sobbing, half-hard dick wetly pissing out pre as the dildo's knot had ground down constantly against his burning prostate. Matt's guts still ached, inner walls slick and loose, and when they both felt Garurumon get close, the first shudder of orgasm running up his shaft, making the entire thing pulse and fatten.

"Garurumon," Matt whined. "Please, please! C'mon, knot me!"

"Matt!" Garurumon groaned, name inarticulate through a long, howling groan. "Are you sure?"

Matt sat back onto Garurumon's dick, sheathing himself utterly on his cock, groaning again as he cupped his bulging belly, knot throbbing hard against his inner walls. "Yes! Please!"

Garurumon's shaft hardened inside him, spongy flesh stiffening into a fat, bulky shaft, and with it, with each pulse that ran through his enormous wolfcock, his knot surged fatter. Matt keened, grinding his ass down, panting for breath as Garurumon's knot surged and surged, burning hotter and hotter. Pre squelched, gurgling down his inner walls and squirting out around Garurumon's burgeoning knot. As the knot grew, pre came in thinner, but more pressurized squirts, messily painting the backs of Matt's thighs, until -- the flow of pre started building up inside him, squelching around Garurumon's throbbing knot, forming a sloshing reservoir inside him.

Then Garurumon came, properly. He howled, hips freezing as he strained to stop himself from driving deep. Matt sat across his underbelly, ass aching, knot pounding, as a wet heat blossomed inside him, pouring down his shaft and adding to the sloshing, squelching mess dammed up inside him.

Matt groaned, belly aching more and more as cum filled him up. He had to sit up straight, releaving pressure on his aching guts; simply leaning forward put a painful pressure on his swelling guts. He needed all the space within him to take Garurumon's load.

"Don't clench," Garurumon said, as they awkwardly twisted around each other. One of Garurumon's paws pressed against his shoulder, helping Matt pivot around the immense knot inside him. The smooth flesh slid across his inner walls, leaving a burning imprint, and the ache only vaguely subsided when he'd flipped around 180 degrees, leaving Matt able to lean back against Garurumon's underbelly and take some of the pressure off his bloating guts. Heat trickled inside him, fluid slurping along the rim of Garurumon's knot. He was pretty sure he wasn't bleeding. The spill of Garurumon pissing out thin, watery spurts of digicum inside him went on and on, even as his aching guts cramped and gurgled and his belly grew and grew. Matt whined, body flushed, cock sluggishly oozing pre. Garurumon's cock felt like a spear stabbing him through, a red-hot spike throbbing inside him over and over, more and more. It hurt. Matt wasn't sure if it was a bad kind of hurt. He lay back against Garurumon's underbelly, dizzily centering the sensation of being filled: each spurt too weak to feel directly, but the constantly-increasing mass of cum filled him more and more.

They probably should've timed when Garurumon's knot started swelling. It was 11:43 now, looking at his digivice, but that meant nothing. It was 11:57, and Matt was a shaking, sweating mess, belly bloated and pregnant-looking, guts burning, assflesh raw and stinging, before Matt started feeling the knot soften. Garurumon whined, cock weakly flexing as he pissed out the final dregs of his load, and -- after however-long it had been, Matt had to fight the impulse to wrench himself off, doing what would definitely tear up his straining guts. He just kept laying there, ass burning, as Garurumon's knot slowly shrunk. Cum gurgled, hot trails wending their way along the walls of his ass, and then with a wet squelch started oozing out of him, pouring in thin, watery trails all down his thighs. Matt let out a releaved groan, guts rippling as he let cum gush out of him, coming in heavier and heavier gushes until with a final slurp Garurumon's softening cock spilled out of him, knot a barely-there swell. Matt fell to the side, rolling out across his haunch, still half-impaled on Garurumon's fat shaft as he finally let himself clench, groaning hard at the fierce burn that burst across his aching flesh. He reached back: his asshole felt spongy and soft, flesh easily yielding to his fingers, and even as slimy digicum slowly gurgled out of his guts, Matt sunk the crest of his hand into his own ass: fingers curling around Garurumon's softening shaft, knuckles grinding against his burning flesh, as he half-fisted, half-jerked off Garurumon, other hand sloppily stroking himself off.

Matt came with a groan, finally spilling off of Garurumon's dick entirely, leaving him a sweating, cum-drenched mess cuddled up against Garurumon's side, gaped asshole spraying out cum in watery bursts. Garurumon twisted above him, nose sliding down his side, slobbery tongue lapping at his raw asshole.

"You're only bleeding a little," Garurumon said. "Higher up in your guts. It should be fine." Matt just groaned. "How do you feel?"

Matt let out a shaky laugh. "Full. Achey. Ask me in an hour if I ever want to do this again, because right now the answer's 'no', but-- yeah, in an hour it'll probably be 'tomorrow'."

Monster hunter

[(Anonymous)]

One of the scientists invented a new potion to help fight the monsters better, they test it out with one of the hunter, he drink it and transform into a monsters maybe zinogre, he start to panic and the scientists are interested on his body and they "observe his body". Maybe for kink hyper sheath and sheath play?

[(Anonymous)]

What about something from god of war ragnerok , kratos is from the Ancient Greek world so the idea of gay sex was pretty normal to them he finds a oger and they go at it
Ogre has Messy and warped genitalia/ anal/ for skin/ thick lumpy jizz for the kinks

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Rocks crunched under Kratos' feet as he strode forward deeper into Veithurgard. The ancient drawven prison was desolate, with all its more mortal prisoners long since decayed into dust. He and Atreus moved in an out of the mazy underground passages, now crumbling, until they pushed into an old chamber: pillars framing a grate-covered pit in the floor.

Atreus stepped forward. "Uh, Father?" he said. "You may want to see this."

In the pit, preserved for ages, as a Troll. This one's dark blue hide was covered in dusty clumps of red dye, smeared into circles all across his immense shoulders and arms. Flames burst to life where his feet touched the ground, fanning upwards through the grating in a continual wind.

Atreus pointed. "Looks like that lever over there will free him."

"He will attack," Kratos said.

Atreus hesitated. "It feels wrong to keep something caged like this. Maybe he'll be grateful?"

Kratus snorted. "Your emotions again, boy?"

The troll roared beneath them, aware of their presence if not understanding their language. Its voice rumbled up: "Ég heiti Dauði Hamarr. Ég vil drepa alla guði. Losaðu mig! Ég mun hafa frið við þig!"

Kratos looked over at Atreus. "Um," the boy said, translating in his head. "He says his name is... Death Hammer. And he wants out. And he won't fight us?"

Kratos snorted again. "Unlikely."

Still, he stepped towards the lever, walking directly above the pit. Heat billowed up around him. It spun with a clunk, and the grate separated in two, withdrawing into the floor. A piston surged upwards, raising the pit to the surface, and the troll rose up. It, like the other trolls Kratos had fought and killed, was an immense beast, predating the gods that now ruled this land. It stood more than twice Kratos' height; Atreus didn't even come up to its knee. It was immensely muscular, and dressed in little more than a loincloth, banded about with a cord of rope.

It roared, reaching out and easily tearing one of the supporting pillars apart, extracting an immense masonry block as a brutal club. Kratos' hand went to his axe, taking a step back to clear the lever, as the troll roared in freedom, glaring down at the two people before it.

"Back," cautioned Kratos, as he sized up the troll. Not the simplest fight, but as with everything else he did, victory was nigh-assured. But...

The troll turned its gaze away. It slammed the pillar to the ground, etching with one hand the rune -- painted across its thigh -- onto its club-pillar, slowing waking fire within it, until it glowed red with heat. Almost absently, its hand pressed across its front as it stroked the rune on its thigh, mirroring the motions of its other had. Its forearm bunched across its crotch, twisting its loincloth to its side, revealing its immense, leathery cocksheath, and the sagging, low-hanging balls beneath, lumpy and heavy with pent-up seed. A slow ooze of thick, greyish preseed collected across his sheathtip, drooling down over its coarse, horny skin in slimy clumps.

Kratos barked out a laugh. The dwarves who trapped the thing had kept it for who-knew how long. Its urges had been left untended. "Boy," he said. "Avert your eyes."

"What? Why?"

Kratos took a step forward, one hand still reaching behind him, his hand on his axe-hilt. The other pressed against his own skirt, tugging it aside to show the swell of his cock, pinned within his trousers. "There are many ways men tend to each other's needs when they travel together. That troll is still a man, and his needs have been untended for far too long." As he said it, he was getting hard: body responding to the heavy, thick scent rolling off the troll in heated waves. "It will want to fuck or to fight, and if you wish to see it left uncaged and alive, this is the only route forward."

Kratos walked closer, the troll's dark eyes on him. Its cock flexed, splattering pre in dark splatters onto the stones beneath. The heavy, reeking musk of it hit Kratos like a wave: the scent of troll, earthy and thick, mixed with the meaty aroma of sex that he would know anywhere. It had been a long time since his needs had been tended to by a man, as well.

"But such things are not for the eyes of children to see," Kratos said. "So look away."

The troll -- Death Hammer, he supposed -- rumbled out something, cupping his fat sheath with one hand and squeezing, milking out a thick spurt of its heavy, lumpy preseed. Kratos wouldn't ask Atreus to translate now.

Kratos was at eye level with its balls, sheath hanging above him. If he stepped close, it would slap down across his face, drenching him in reeking, fertile slime. His own cock surged, digging into the laces of his trousers, and he reached down, tugging them loose to let his own length spill out: a long, thick club of pale flesh, oversized on his body but still only as large as the smallest of the troll's stumpy fingers.

The troll released its club, leaving it balanced on one end, rune slowly enkinding it to true heat, and used both hands to grasp itself: one huge hand curling around its fat, bloated balls, the other wetly stroking its cock, milking out thicker ooze. Thick greyish globs of grimy preseed gushed from its sheathtip, its bunched foreskin, as it stroked, revealing a wet, slimy sliver of its cockhead: a richer blue than the dull color of its hide, a deep blue-purple.

Kratos released his grasp on his axe and stepped forward again, easily within the troll's grasp. He reached up to touch its thighs, hands scraping along the troll's rough flesh as he slid inwards, knuckles digging into the heavy, draping furl of its immense balls. It rumbled out a word, approving, and released its sac to use its hand to haul Kratos forward, mashing him bodily against its immense cock. The heat of it soaked into him. Kratos slid his hands up, cupping its cock -- its hardening length was nearly torso-thick, dense flesh already rock-hard under the heavy sheathing of loose flesh. Not the biggest thing he'd ever handled, not after being spired upon Atlas' cock, but that had been ages ago. No matter. It would come back to him.

Kratos stroked the troll's cock, biceps flexing with the force necessary to tug its heavy sheath back. Hard, leathery flesh rolled over itself into folds, pinning Kratos' hands as the bare cockhead spilled out into the open, slamming into his chest with the force of a battering ram. Somewhat human: blunted tip, broad flange, flesh slathered in gummy lumps of thick, grey preseed, and Kratos leaned in, breath already coming fast, as he sucked in a deep breath, feeling the rank air surge into his lungs and fill his body with heat. He pressed his face to the smooth flesh, ooze burbling into his mouth, thick enough he had to chew the lumps apart before swallowing it down.

The troll roared out its approval, cock shuddering and knocking Kratos backwards as it surged fatter, longer, sheath sluggishly peeling back to reveal the full, immense size of its flesh. Kratos slid his hands beneath, cupping its boulder-like balls, fingers digging deeper through the flesh of its sac, feeling the lumpy, misshapen swells of its bloated balls. His gaze slid to the side, over the troll's brawny thigh, to where Atreus stood staring, mouth hanging open.

"Boy!" Kratos snapped. "I said, avert your eyes!" He snarled, sound muffled when the troll's cock surged, burbling out a thick wash of lumpy pre that crashed against his face with an obscene wet crack. He gestured his head to the side, towards the door they'd entered in by; the thick, viscous cords of troll pre restricted him like chains, tethering him to the troll's crotch. "Leave. This will not take long." He held his gaze to Atreus' long enough for the boy to look away, stomping to the exit. Leaving Kratos alone to fully immerse himself in servicing the immense troll balls before him.

His face pressed against its bare cockhead, tongue lapping across its fat, protuding cocklips as he caught gush after gush of thick ooze: flooding his mouth with tarry sludge, excess spilling down his face, soaking his jaw in clumps. His fingers kneaded across its balls, feeling the lumpy swells. He dug down into the troll's dense flesh, feeling swells within its balls. He scraped upwards, feeling one dislodge, balls audibly gurgling as its internal flesh shifted and pulsed, and Kratos skimmed his hands higher, feeling up towards the ropy tubes packed densely into its bloated sac. They were wrist-thick and misshapen, writhing like snakes as Kratos worked on its balls, milking out the troll's pent-up need. Fist-sized clots of sludge dislodged from within the troll's balls as Kratos tugged and squeezed across the boulder-like swells, hands and mouth pressed against them through its leathery sac, and slowly the thick ooze drizzling from its cocktip grew even thicker: pudding-like ooze burbling from between its puffy cocklips and drooling all down Kratos' body, showering him in slime. The troll's cocklips parted, squelching, as it spat out a congealed lump, a solid bolus of rubbery gunk. Kratos sucked it into his mouth and chewed it apart into dense, reeking chunks, spit slowly dissolving it apart into thick, greasy slime. He swallowed and choked, excess sludge spilling from his lips as he struggled to keep up with the continual spill. Another chunk burst from the troll's cocktip, smearing apart into chalky ooze across Kratos' face as he swallowed down the remains of the first one, and then other, and another, until the thick cords of slime painted all across his body had clusters of congealed gunk floating between them, stuck in the web of sludge.

All that, and the troll's dick was barely half-hard. Its fat foreskin was only drawn back just behind its cockhead, revealing the bulging, glossy papules that coated the ridge of its cockhead, and Kratos raised his slime-slathered face from its balls, smearing across the smooth dome of its cockhead until his lips reached the heavier flesh along the rim. He slurped and drooled over its grimy cockhead, its puffy cockmouth spitting out bead after bead of congealed ooze across his neck as he licked and sucked across its hardening length.

The troll roared, one immense hand coming down to jerk Kratos forward, curling across his chest as it mashed his face against his cocktip, and then -- with a fierce internal spasm Kratos could feel, hands spread across its balls, chest pressed to the underside of its shaft -- it erupted in a shower of grey, gritty ooze. The pressure of the blast was enough to knock his head back; the blow would've torn the head off a human. Thick, viscous trollseed stuck to his body, only slowly peeling its way down when layer after layer of ooze had piled up, forming fist-sized clumps that made their way down his chest, over his thighs, immersing his ignored cock in a gritty smear of trollseed.

Kratos gurgled, throat clogged with the troll's issue. His neck flexed, straining like he was working his shoulders, all just so his throat could clamp down and swallow an immense clot of sludge, mostly whole. The troll's first load poured over him, forming a burbling pile across his feet, and he looked up, face-to-face with its immense cock as it surged out again, still hardening. Dozens more loads stewed within its misshapen balls. The troll swiped its hand between them, fingers curling around Kratos' waist, one warted, clawed fingertip pressing beneath his balls to tap at his asshole.

Perhaps Kratos had been hasty when he'd told Atreus it wouldn't take long.

[(Anonymous)]

What about ninja giden 2 with ryu and vulf in the Roman colosseum like in the game but instead of a death match vulf fucks ryu till he’s sworn loyalty to vulfs dick, sweat /oral/musk/ knots/ wolf genitalia/ anal/cuminflation/mind break

As a kid I played ninja giden 2 and was fascinated wit vulf only till I was older and I figured out that he sparked my interests . He’s a 9foot tall four armed wolf demon with only a loincloth and riled as shit so ya I’d love to see him done justice if you are interested

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry I miss typed his name is volf