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Couple of notes before the Table of Contents for clarification on some tags.
First, the "slavery" tag means the reader/humanity is/are slaves unless specified (currently no specifications, but may change in the future?).
Second, none of these are bad ends, though that definition may be looser to me than it is to you. For example, even if it is tagged as slavery, the person who fucks the reader is not going to be abusive, cold, or uncaring. It's a market fast-track to lewdness and hugs, nothing more.
Third, angst will only ever be brought up for the purposes of comforting, not for the sake of suffering.
Fourth, perhaps most importantly, this world is as diverse and technologically varied as our world. Some places may be nearly modern, while others are living like it's the Iron Age. Cultural standards, specie ratios, and civil rights shift wildly between nations, so some chapters may seem like drastically different settings compared to others. Rest assured, it's all the same planet.
Also, 'gentle femdom' should be an assumed tag. If I missed anything you think is important, lmk in the comments; thank you.

Added Note: I learned that I may be using 'size difference' incorrectly, so for future reference, when I use it in this list, it means significant size difference. Aside from, like, Bulanso's, every other specie is larger than humans on average.

I'm using the term 'jolly rancher' to describe when the main character is played with in their partner's mouth, but they never go further than that. Loosely inspired by GreenAnon's concept of tinies having strong, pleasant flavors.

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Chapter 1: Demon – snuggle fucking, tail as cuffs, mentions of prostitution

Chapter 2: Cowminem – slavery, breast feeding, handjob, fingering, furry, cuddles

Chapter 3: Cowminem 2 – slavery, F/M/M threesome, oral sex, gay, thighjob

Chapter 4: Bulanso – plant person, alien biology, cowgirl position

Chapter 5: Giantess – size difference, futa, jolly rancher, pussy vore/spelunking

Chapter 6: Giantess 2 – size difference, futa, cock vore, milking, aphrodisiacs

Chapter 7: Lamia – slavery, hypnotism, masturbation, coils, hurt/comfort, trauma

Chapter 7-1: Lamia 2 – slavery, hypnotism, tailjob, coils, cunnilingus

Chapter 8: Waatu – futa/ovipositor, mpreg, protection vore

Chapter 9: Leaping Lady – joke post, bondage, vore, sexy bloodsucking, non-reader MC

Chapter 10: Leopardfolk – snuggle fucking, claiming, furry, cuddles

Chapter 11: Masobra – size difference, 'fatal' vore, roleplay, big snek lady

Chapter 12: Masobra 2 – size difference, breast vore, fingering

Chapter 13: Decapoid – tentacles, anal, snuggle fucking, multiple penetration

Chapter 14: Merangler – vore, partial digestion, mind linking

Chapter 15: Shumra - pheremones, reverse cowgirl, furry

More to come…

Who knows, if there's enough demand for it, I may write a Compendium of Species or something.

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Linda stretches, arching her back and popping both sets of shoulders. Groaning in satisfaction, she pulls herself back together and heads out into the cold night. She's completely drained from work, much too drained to fly all the way to a brothel, and she doesn't have the money for a meal regardless. Bad financial decisions and a delayed paycheck were catching up to her in a brutal way.
There's nothing she can do except trudge through it, though, so that's what she does. At least home is close-by; she can just walk the couple blocks there. Approaching the entrance to her apartment building, she passes a familiar face waiting outside.
She does a double-take. "Daniel?"
"Yeah?" He jolts up, surprised. "Linda? Fuck's sake, you look awful. Everything ok?"
"Yeah- yeah. I'm fine. Just a long day at work is all."
The Incubus studies her for a moment, red eyes prying her apart for any lies, then says, "you know, I have a friend, a human woman, who doesn't mind spending nights with demons who need a warm dinner. Just give me the word and I'll vouch for you." 
"Thanks," she mumbles.
He leans back on the concrete wall, relenting on the topic as she reaches for the double-door opening. "You have my number."
"Good night, Dan."
"Yeah, have a good one."
When she cracks open the doorway to the apartment she calls home, it's nearly pitch black, only a few beams of light streaming in from between two closed curtains blocking out the balcony. She kicks off her shoes and sets her purse down in the meager living room. It's quiet enough to think here, even if her stomach would rather she not. That is, until an unholy noise heralds a completely unexpected guest.
A sound like a Giantess trying to inhale from a massive, empty bag shatters the silence, then a thud echoes from her unused kitchenette.
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You groan, splayed out uncomfortably on some hard surface. Without a clue of what just happened, you roll onto your side. You'd been crawling into bed for the night; only, it seems to have disappeared. The lights are still off, though, so you start getting up to fix that.
A feminine voice behind you worries, "are you okay?"
You freeze. Your preference for sleeping in your underwear has created a literal nightmare scenario, as insane and inexplicable as it is. Ready to curl up and die of humiliation at this point, you halt on your hands and knees to try and get a sense of reality.
Two arms wrap around you and haul you to your feet. Your shoulders impact incredibly soft cushions, and you blink down at the limbs that just helped you up. It's hard to tell in the dim light, but they don't appear to be any color you'd expect to see. Instead, red, hairless limbs are embracing your stomach tenderly.
"Where are you from?" She asks, and you twist around to see who you're talking to. The first thing that strikes you are her yellow eyes, glowing softly as she looks at you with concern. That's when you realize your back is pressed into her bosom, and you flush. Something flies in from your peripheral vision, startling you; however, when they encircle you with their thin, leathery webbing, you recognize them to be massive, bat-like wings.
"U-um," you gasp as she pulls her wide appendages tight against your whole body. Conflicted, you have no idea how to respond, shivering from the unfamiliar contact while you're stuck in place. Your member has no such problem reacting, however, and rises proudly to prod her wing's membrane.
Graciously ignoring it for the time being, she lowers her voice to a soothing volume, "hey, man. It's alright. Wrong address for a home delivery?"
"W-what?" You scrunch up your face in confusion. You can't see her entire expression at this angle and your neck is starting to complain, so you face forward again, fighting a blush that's already consumed your cheeks and ears.
"Are you from here? Does 'Seldavian City' mean anything to you?"
You shake your head. Rather than loosen her grip at all, her arms secure you more snugly against her.
"A fabled 'teleported human', in my house no less," she murmurs to herself. "I'm sorry for you; this must be hard."
The gravity of your situation is beginning to dawn on you, and you have no idea how to handle it. You just stand stock-still, praying your erection goes away and you don't cry or something equally embarrassing.
"You can stay with me, if you like." She offers, resting her head on top of yours. Your head shifts back as a consequence, fitting in the crook of her neck nicely. She continues, "I only have one bed – I hope you don't mind. I was actually wondering, eh…"
She squeezes you a little harder, and you start to suspect she may be embarrassed herself some. "Could we have sex?" You blink, completely taken by surprise. "I can feel you down there, you know. I know you want it, and I'm just so hungry… I won't take much of your time."
That's a weird thing to say, and you can't help but blurt out, "hungry? What?"
"Oh, do you even know what I am?"
"Uh," you rack your brain for a politically correct way to say 'demon'. "A demon?" Your two neurons high-five, congratulating themselves on their quick thinking.
"Yup. Succubus, but I'm sure you guessed that." She snorts, and you chuckle along, more for the distraction than actually seeing the humor.
"Oh. Uhm, you won't, like, drain my life essence or anything, right?"
"What? No, no no. What are Demons like in your world? Sheesh. Humans have such a wellspring of energy you could fuck 3 of us a day, every day, for the rest of your life and still be fine. Well, your hips might not be, but you know what I mean."
"I-I'll take your word for it then," you stutter out, burning up from awkwardness.
Her tail snakes its way upward to coil around your neck, loose enough you don't feel it, at least until you try to swallow your anxiety. She takes her chin off your head to bend near your ear.
"Is that a yes?" She whispers sweetly, her quiet breath hot on your skin, practically caressing your right lobe as the air flows around it.
"Ye-essss," you hiss halfway through you answer when her tongue extends to skirt up the side of your cartilage from your ear's lowest point.
"Good~" Her hands slide down your body, sneaking into your underwear to cheekily dodge your shaft by a fraction of an inch and grab your ass, hoisting you off the ground. Her wings ensure you stay pressed against her front, tail holding your head steady as you tilt in shock.
"Woah-" the tip of her tail, a cute nub that is spade-like in design, covers your mouth, the shape your lips are forming for your next word bringing you into a kiss with it. Caught off-guard by her act and unsure what to do, you commit to it. The light smack of the smooch seems to be amplified by your nervousness, and she giggles in response.
"Eager, huh? Me too, don't worry." She rushes you to her bedroom. Though only a handful of steps away, she's hindered by your legs blocking her own.
As soon as you're within range, she throws you forward. You yelp in surprise as you flop unceremoniously onto the mattress, given no time to adjust yourself before she's on top of you, pulling off your undergarment with her tail as she replaces the cotton with your hands, forcing you to sit on them. Her fingers then flank your face to brace you for a real kiss. Your lips meet passionately, and she moans into you. Her tongue seeps through to poke your teeth; parting them, you greet her with your own.
She drags her saliva to every corner of your mouth, painting it in large, careless strokes as you fruitlessly battle with her. Much longer than a human's, her tongue also ends in two split points like a snake's, though they're not sharp at all. Completely ignoring your attempts to slow her down, she flicks against the back of your throat, causing you gasp. She exhales from her mouth to yours, and you can't help but breathe her in. The taste of spicy spittle only intensifies when she traps your tongue with her own, fully binding it with multiple loops.
You've been completely dominated, helpless in her grasp as she imprints her flavor into your very soul. Her tail finishes disrobing you and winds around the base of your cock, applying muted pressure on and off, keeping you rock-hard beneath her. Her wings flutter behind her as she leads your tongue to her domain. Every part of her mouth is silky-soft; it feels like you're being brought on a tour to lick the most lavish – albeit slimy – blankets known to man rather than being lured into a demon's maw. Suckling on you, she drops her body flat against you, driving an 'oof' from your lungs and grinding on your dick.
She eats your whimpers as you thrust weakly back up at her. Tiring of leading your tongue around like a pet on a leash, she lets you go to reposition herself. Guiding your penis with her rope-like tail, she impales her cunt on you while still horizontal, shifting forward to dangle her breasts next to your skull. She collapses back down, burying your head into her boobs and driving you into her bed with a grunt. Her whole being is hot, supple, and overpowering to your senses; her pussy clenches around your member at the same time her arms glide to the small of your back.
You cry out, the noise devoured by the titflesh you've disappeared inside of, cock jumping the best it can in its tight prison. Her hands rub you encouragingly, and her tail sets to teasing your balls fervently. She continues milking you without really moving, gasping each time you spear into her but otherwise content to slowly wring you out.
At first, you convince yourself you can fight the pleasure with ease, but as seconds turn to minutes you realize her pace has not slowed in the slightest, nor does it seem likely to in the future. You push into her regardless, groaning in ecstasy as your shaft slides over the folds and bumps of her interior.
One of her hands comes up to pet your head, and she begins whispering salacious nothings into your ears. "Such a needy little man; you better give me everything you have~"
Though your muffled reply is incomprehensible to her, for you it's a solemn vow: everything and more for her.
You're sweating by this point, and oxygen is harder and harder to come by in her luxurious, satin confines. Each squeeze of her sopping walls or jerk of your shaking hips draw gasps from you, short and desperate little things inadvertently sending tingles down her spine.
Moaning atop you, her fingernails dig into your scalp as you both rush closer to completion. You clench your eyes shut, humping into her with all the grace of a dying fish while her tail decides to wrap your balls up entirely within its length. Finishing that task, the tip slithers up to between your buttcheeks, playfully wiggling across your taint before cuffing your wrists together. Your only method for motion is your pelvic region, but she steals even that from you, pinning you down with her hips with a strength much greater than you knew she wielded.
There's nothing you can do to dislodge her, and you're suddenly acutely aware of how at-her-mercy you are. Just how much power she holds here puts your entire meeting in a new light, and you're grateful the starving sex demon cared enough to get you on board before she took you. And take you she has; every inch of your upper body is covered by her warmth and your sweat.
The constant, well-timed constrictions of her vagina are joined by slow, broad undulations of her waist, highlighting the euphoric pressure in different, ever-changing sections of your conjoined genitals. Several complete rotations sap the last of your ability to hold off the storm, and you plead into her chest.
She can't understand you, of course, but she grasps the general idea. "Let it out~ Let it all out, baby."
You comply with nary a thought, feeding her as much as you can in long, sticky strings. She stops crushing your hips, allowing you to spasm more cum into her humid depths, your pistoning eliciting sharp panting from your partner. Overwhelmed, you cry out, which tugs her into her own orgasm. Her arms lock against your body, wings beating furiously as she shudders on top of you.
Huffing, she slips off you, spooning you into her with a pleased sigh. You heave, taking in as much air as physically possible. You feel a line curl around your midsection and look down to see her tail has tethered the two of you to each other. A leg swings over both of yours, and her arms fold over your gut.
Catching your breath, the seriousness of what happened earlier soaks back in, fear and sorrow overtaking the forefront of your thoughts. "W-what can I do?" you barely get out, just a whispery puff dying nearly the moment it passes your lips.
She swaddles you with a wing in sympathy, leaving only your head exposed on her collarbone. "You can stay with me," she repeats her original offer, "we'd have to get registered, and I don't have a lot to give, but you'd earn a stipend anyway a-and I can fly you around, maybe, I don't know…"
"I'd like to. Stay with you, I mean, but what's this stipend for?" You solicit, latching on to the sliver of hope she's offering.
"O-oh, since prostitution is such a lucrative industry but doesn't result in many kids, they offer monthly payments to humans who will settle down and marry those of a human-compatible species. Demons are one of them."
You don't really know how to handle that sentence, so you distract with the most obvious line of questioning available: "how many other species are there?"
"Uh, hundreds, I think, but not many can have human children."
The two of you converse about her world and a little about yours until sleep claims you, comfortable and at peace in each other's embrace.

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You look around your new owners’ bedroom as they lead you in. Like the rest of the house, it is plain: the walls are unpainted logs with only a single painting and some scant furniture breaking up the view. The male Cowminem kisses his wife on the cheek before exiting, leaving you alone with her.
“Do you know why my people need yours?” She asks, turning to you.
You shake your head.
“For some gods-forsaken reason, we cannot lactate without humans tending to us. Not being able to find release makes existence very painful and eventually fatal, so I hope the importance of your task is not lost on you. Now,” she pulls you close to her, stripping her shirt off. The coarse fabric ripples around her chunky body and drags her tits up with it slightly, and, when it abandons them, they bounce enticingly. “Please; begin.”
Her body is covered in fur, which thins on her bust as it approaches her nipples, her areolas completely bare. You tentatively move your mouth to her left one, her arms guiding your head in a gentle, cradling motion. Wrapping your arms around her pudgy form, you find yourself squeezed tight against her, and your first licks draw moans from her throat.
She collapses onto the bed in a sitting position. “Good boy~” she practically growls in your ear. Unbothered by the new angle, you purse your lips and suck on her breast, warm liquid trickling out. One of her hands is gripping the back of her head, keeping you so close to her that your mouth deforms her boob, malleable flesh caressing your lips.
Heat leaks from her thick pelt faster than the milk from her chest, soft fluff banishing your nervousness as your fingers dig into it lightly. You start to grow hot under the collar yourself; mouthing at her generous protrusion with lessening shame brings a short gasp from the young lady who now posses you both physically and legally.
Her other arm is slung over your side, hand clutching the small of your back to hold your body nearly sideways across her lap. Your tongue laps at her teet while you drink, and she groans, nails running through your hair to scratch at your scalp. You moan into her, the pause in your swallowing threatening to overflow your mouth with milk. Quickly, you gulp it down, frantic actions overshadowing the shift of her left arm around to your front. When it slips inside your pants, however, your focus is immediately drawn to it, and you look up at her questioningly.
“You’re such a great boy,” she says by way of explaining, “you deserve a treat.”
Her fingers engulf your hardening cock, fuzzy palm tickling your abdomen while the skin on the underside of her hand clasps around the top of your shaft. Ever so slowly, she begins pumping. You whimper and clench her fat rolls desperately, paying increased homage in the hopes it spurs her to greater action.
Her fist rewards you, picking up its pace as you resist the urge to buck into her. Her fingers are rough, large calluses resulting from years of farmwork scraping against your sensitive dick, but her attention is still heaven to you, and you carve shapes into her udder to properly return the favor. Her flab resists your tongue's ministrations, and you push more aggressively. The rubbery-doughy texture is a wonderful treat for your palate, making anything and everything else seem unappealing in comparison.
She moans into your ear, and though you wish to strain to join her, her fluids would choke you in a heartbeat. A kiss is planted on your cheek. Not a chaste thing, she tastes you, teasingly pushing against the store of her milk precariously contained on the other side of the target of her affection. Her tongue lolls out, so wide it coats the whole side of your face in saliva, and it’s all you can do to stay cognizant enough to form patterns on her plump bosom through the onslaught.
As she jerks you closer and closer to completion, you begin to struggle weakly in her grasp. Each time you try to retreat from her foutain of delicious cream, she just forces you further into her, not interrupting her passionate, excessively sloppy smooches for a second. Your nose is submerged partway into her at this point. Frankly, you're not sure the flow would stop if you did cease your services, but it's rapidly starting to not matter. You fight the pleasure, but your captor shows no mercy, her groping hand milking you in turn.
"Let it out," she whispers, letting cold air chill your slobbery face for a brief moment. "Give me it all~"
A gutteral groan escapes your very core, her words like a battering ram to your resolve. As her lips return to blessing your cheek, you cum painfully hard in your pants. The ecstacy rips you from your duties instantly, but you subconsiously continue swallowing her succulent juices even as your eyes roll back. Her hand never stops, only leisurely bringing its pace to a crawl as you surrender all you have and more.
Once she's satisfied she's wrung you for all you're worth, she retracts her fingers to lick some of your white cream off. You continue suckling on her nipple, the hot liquid soothing to your spent body. Her right hand pats your head a couple times, and she moans happily.
"I hope I taste at least as good as you, pet. What do they feed you to make this so good?"
You try to answer, but her unwavering strength tells you her question was rhetorical. Now clean, she uses her free arm to rub up and down your back. The stream of milk has slowed to a trickle by now, and over the next relaxing minute it ends entirely. Finally letting you go, you stretch out of her hold to flop on the bed, a peaceful smile decorating your face.
"You're absolutely adorable." The matronly woman peers down at your sprawled-out form with a warm, unobtrusive smirk, "but did you forget I have two of these?" She hefts her other boob in a joking display. You flush in embarassment, but she laughs it off kindly. "It's alright; I didn't mean to tucker you out so fast. I may have gotten a bit carried away," she admits.
Hauling yourself up into her lap once more, she helps you flip around to comfortably reach her right tit. You begin coaxing out your target, lips and tongue working in sync now that you have some experience. Her hands move in large, calming strokes across your back. Your head is nestled in the crook of her arm; you suppose she trusts you not to try and detach too soon now.
Her tubby bicep squishes against your cheek nicely, its fur working to dry your face, and were it not for the important task of clearing up her encroaching breast pain, you would have fallen asleep in her clutches.
"If you don't mind," she murmurs down to you, "I would like to borrow your right hand."
You nod as much as you can given your position, and she takes it in her own. She guides it to the waistband of her pants, slipping both past the cotton to her soaking pussy, where she gently slides your fingers in.
It's hotter than anything you've felt so far, and wetter than the side of your face was when she finished painting you with her spit. She drives you in and out, your slick knuckles squelching within her walls. After a bit, you attempt to do it yourself, but she constricts your movement before you can blink.
"No, sweet thing, let me do all the work. Just... rest," she mutters.
You blush, hoping she doesn't feel the half-chub you're sporting as she resumes fucking herself with your hand. Her milk is rich, and combined with its high temperature and her silky skin, you don't stand a chance. Your chests rise in fall in concert; your eyelids droop, and you feel yourself melting into her tubby body without a care in the world. As far as your sale into indefinite servitude could have gone, you think this was one of the best possibilities.
The pace of her masturbation swells in direct contrast to the breast you're attending to. Her snatch has smeared the entirety of you hand and hers at this point, weaking her grip. In an effort to help, you begin to wiggle your fingers inside her, teasing her folds and scouring her ridges for the mythical g-spot. She doesn't stop you this time, just humming in delight.
As the flow from her mammary glands grind to a leaky halt, she speeds up her thrusting to a jackhammer rate. You can no longer fondle her interior; the tempo is too intense for intentional, careful interjections. She moans up at the sky unabashedly, the noises from below escalating to lewd, slimy slaps. Your hand aches from being slammed against her flesh, and your dick is raising itself to the sounds of her carnal joy.
Just as you're wondering how much more she could possibly need, she orgasms, grunts and groans spilling over your neck as she crams your hand in past the last, largest knuckles. You flex as much as you can from within her hot, crushing cunt; she appreciates it – showing so with a breathy "yesss" – but you fail to relieve yourself of the overbearing pressure on your joints.
At the last second, she frees you, and you can only gasp at the alleviation. You bask in each other's arms as she comes down from her high, nuzzling into her bosom as she cradles you against her.
Much too soon, she stands, setting you down on your feet. She assesses you with a grimace, commenting "oh gods, you're a complete mess."
Your mind is elsewhere, though. Your thoughts take a horrifying turn, and you blurt out, "what about your husband?!"
"Oh, don't worry," she waves you away, but stops herself from continuing as she looks back up at your face.
"Why-" you start, but freeze when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
"She's not the only one you're here to milk." You hear his voice behind you.

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"Would you like me to clean him up first?" The anthropomorphized cow woman in from of you asks.
"No, that's alright," her husband of the same species responses from behind you.
"Are you sure? I made… quite the mess of him." Some of her femcum drips off your fingers to splat onto the floor, underlining her point.
"We'll just need to wash him again after. It's a waste of water."
"Well, okay then," she acquiesces, then heads toward the door, "I'll draw some water for it ahead of time."
He stops her, reaching out with a hand. "Wait, aren't you going to stay?"
She stares at him for a second, seeing if he's joking. "Why would I? Just to watch?"
You look to the minotaur, watching the gears turn in his brain.
"Uh- no, I guess, but-"
"Actually," she cuts him off, "I'm on a roll right now, and-" she faces you, "have you ever done oral on a guy before?"
You swing your head back in forth in an aggressive 'no'.
"He needs to be taught anyway. So!" She claps her hands together. "Lie on the bed, Fred."
"Ooookay." The towering man's sudden wariness would be comical to you if you weren't incredibly anxious yourself.
The moment her husband finishes moving, she's upon him, swinging a leg over his head to clamp her thighs around his snout in one graceful act. She beckons you over with a hand, directing you to sit around his legs.
"Only way to shut him up," she laughs, then gasps as her perch extracts his revenge. "A-anyway, start with you hands." She guides them down, explaining her intentions, "normally, I would say use your dominate hand on his balls, but yours happens to be covered in natural lube, so cover his cock with it first."
You follow her instructions. His dick is intimidating; even though it's not the longest you've ever seen – damn those penis inspection days at the slave center - its girth makes you wonder how you'll ever keep your teeth off it. You slide your fingers up his shaft, tentatively groping his genitals. Your face is on fire, and the wet slurps and smacks emanating from the couple's conjoining isn't helping.
You carefully skirt his sack, teasing him with your left hand while doing your best to avoid even potentially causing pain. Once you reach the top of his mast with your right, you form a cone over his tip, rotating to rub in the lubricant. His musk reaches your nose, and you swallow heavily. It's strong, heady, and lures you in. Before you know it, you're hovering directly above his cock, your teacher noticing with a grin.
"So eager? I'm glad we chose well." She places a hand against the back of your skull, leading you to take Fred in. You shift your hands to support your weight on the bed, but she rebukes you. "No, keep them on him. What, do you think you're taking all of him down your throat? Silly boy."
You grip his shaft again, and she advises, "maybe switch your hands around." Now with your primary hand cupping his rotund testicles, you have a much easier time massaging them. They're just as hot as her insides were and coated in thin fuzz, the softness of which entices you to keep up a steady pace. As your mouth opens for him, you hear, "remember, be slow and pull your lips over the top of your front teeth."
Your tongue dips down to steal a quick taste. It alone wasn't the best, but your surging hormones amplify the experience, adding layers of tingling pleasure on top to goad you on. Wrapping your lips around his glands, you move your left arm in time with your licks. Warm air mixed with his scent fills your nostrils, tightening your pants and encouraging you to speed up. You try to take more of him in, thick flesh pressing against the roof of your mouth as your descend. Fred's wife doesn't stop you, too busy moaning praises, so you don't halt until you're gagging on his length. Drawing back, you glide your tongue around his lower head. You add a little twist to your hand motions, and he bucks upwards suddenly.
You jolt back. "Bad!" The cow lady shouts, falling forward to pin his hips to the bed. "I'm so sorry, honey," she consoles you, "try again; you were doing good."
Returning to the penis below you, your mouth surrounds his tip once more, fingers slowly beginning to fondle his most sensitive areas. The noises those two are making increase in volume, and you lap harder, their excitement bleeding over. Your tongue grinds against the bottom of his dick. His aroma is overwhelming to the point you almost choke, constantly reminding yourself to keep your teeth covered. The man beneath you struggles in his love's biological bindings, but you're not nervous of him breaking free.
You stroke him with both hands now, abandoning his balls to wring his spunk with all your limited ability. You let him hang halfway out to look at his face, but all you can see are rivulets of his wife's juices running down his chin and neck. She isn't fairing much better, her expression contorted as she tries not to drown him.
His cock throbs in your grasp, tapping the back of your throat. You wrap your lips snug around him and swallow; he's close, but you're running out of ideas to push him over the edge.
After another minute of rubbing his shaft with both hands corkscrewing around it, your instructor gives you one final order between erratic moans: "He's g-getting closer~ Sit back; he isn't cumming in your sweet mouth!"
You retreat to your knees, watching them curiously, your own testicles raring and ready to go as lust courses through your veins. The Cowminem woman gets up, and without even turning around, engulfs his dick reverse cow-girl in one smooth motion. It's clear they're both very close to the edge. Not wanting to be left out, you reach out to play with both her breasts, drawing a surprised groan from her throat. Her entire body shudders, and her husband spasms not long after, their shared orgasm shaking the whole bed.
"Uuurgh," she lets out, barely lifting herself enough to release her mate's penis before flopping sideways. His arms search for her, pulling her up to his chest when they find their target.
You blink, replaying what just happened in your head. You'd never participated in something so… debauched before, and some key details began to surface in your mind. "Excuse me?" You ask, curious. The wife takes your question in a different light, and before you can continue she's yanked you down to snuggle between the two of them.
"Sorry for leaving out your completion," she apologizes, "we can fix that in a minute."
You have you fight to rid your mouth of boob flesh, so tightly wedged in the middle of them you feel yourself almost overheat. Thick, silky, minorly damp fur caresses you from all around, and you can't help but moan as a stray movement forces your dick against it. Your captors chuckle at your helplessness, one squishing your thigh while the female runs her fingers through your hair.
"I wanted to ask," you trudge on as though nothing at all had just occurred, "do Cowminem men actually need a human to 'milk' them in order to cum?"
From behind, Fred answers, "yes. Without treatment… it is one of the worst ways to die. Our women can go for many, many years without relief, but not so for us guys."
His wife adds, "that's why our village needs humans so soon after adulthood."
"Oh," you can't nod your understanding from between their chests.
"Speaking of the village, would you like to spend the night with us or immediately go to the next house?"
"Next?" You wonder, caught completely by surprise.
"Yes. Did you think we afforded you all by ourselves? We're just a bunch of farmers, and we need humans so infrequently that each generation simply pitches in together to buy one of you."
"There's only two other humans in this entire settlement, and I don't want old wrinkly's lips tending to me." Fred roars with laughter as his wife gags loudly.
"Plus," she peers down at you with a sly look, "if you stay the night, we'll help your little friend down there."
"I'm sold," you return, resisting the urge to hump her as your twitching dick screams for an end to its torture.
"Perfect," she murmurs. Her leg comes up, spreading yours to pin your shaft against your gut. Her husband conspires with her, thrusting his gut forward to bend you at the waist, securely trapping your tool in place. At a sedated pace, she shifts her leg up and down, crushing your cock and dragging her luscious fur along its length.
You try to jerk, but you're so utterly confined by their bodies you can't make any meaningful change to your situation. She takes absolute delight in this, tormenting you with gradual motions.
"Sure a good fucking toy," she praises you.
"Don't you mean 'boy'?" your other owner chimes in, grinning.
"I said what I said." She states matter-of-factly. "Though, if you were a good boy," she's addressing you again, "you'd cum when I tell you to. Right?"
You moan, squirming against her thigh in desperation. All sensations stop as she pauses, much to your anguish.
"Right?"
"Y-yes!" Shouting, you plead with empty words, "anything, just please- please let me finish."
Her leg starts up again, rapidly sliding against your mashed, abused penis. You bury your face in her bust, crying out in undignified bliss as she teeters you up to the edge.
"Then be a good boy and cum." She talks directly into your ear, and you burst. Rope after rope of pent-up frustration seeps out, staining her fur and sticking to your skin. The hand that was petting your head pushes you as deep into her boobs as you can go, but it's all euphoria for you. Your senses are so cooked you can't even tell you're flailing in your unyielding cell, scraping as much pleasure from physical contact as possible. It's over much too soon, and they eventually loosen up around you, letting some air in to dry your soaked bodies.
After several minutes of gathering yourself back together, you confirm your worst fears and highest hopes, "so… I'm going to have to do this for everyone in the village?"
"Everyone about our age, yes. Don't worry, we'll pass you around as you're needed; you'll never be in a position where you aren't sure who you're staying with."
"Oh gods…" you mumble. "Do I get a break, at least?"
"With all our colleagues waiting impatiently for the first milking of their lives? I think not."

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Driving on the highway, you're headed home from work one day when you hear a notification pop up on your phone. Exhaustion pushes you to carelessness and you pick it up, glancing down at it. Seeing it's just a spam email, you sigh and swipe it away, looking back to the road. Only, rather than pavement, you see the shoulder fading off to the left as your car drops, then rolls off the bank.
You scream, seatbelt digging into your body as the vehicle flips. The roof crunches as your ride impacts the ground, and the airbag punches you in the face while you're still processing what's happening. You clutch your face in agony, the car going still as the weight of the accident settles on your mind alongside the blood rushing to your head. Quickly becoming painful, you struggle out of your metal prison, fighting off the seatbelt and fumbling the door open to roll onto the grass.
You stand up, and notice something is very off. Rather than the sloping hill with a freeway on top, you just see more grassland, a few trees dotting the flat terrain.
"What the fuck…?" You spin around; maybe you rotated on the other axis as well?
"Nothing. What…" You spot an absolutely massive bulb maybe twenty yards away on the other side of your car. Made of up thick, twisting petals, it curves outward very slightly at the base, creating a fat bowl shape for about the height of a person – give a little – before aggressively swooping in and up to a pretty point. There's a gap, however; one of the petals is clearly missing, and in its absence stands a green-skinned woman.
Her face is a perfect picture of unrestrained shock, large eyes taking in your wrecked, foreign equipment, hands half-risen to her gaping mouth. Her body appears almost fake: gooey and partially translucent. The sclera of her eyes are not white but a milky turquoise surrounding lime irises. Though it gives the illusion of hair, her scalp is covered by a solid, sculpted olive… something which may not even be separate from her head. It's as though she is a person made from plant parts; similar in function to a flower, but targeting a very different demographic from bees.
Her gaze meets yours, and she waves you over animatedly. "Are you okay, sir? Can you walk?" She shouts, insistent on you coming closer. You oblige. She is, after all, the only friendly face around in this strange place you've ended up in.
You walk over, limping as your knee falters, having bashed it painfully on the hard plastic above the pedals. On the way, you question her, "excuse me, but may I ask who you are? Where I am?"
"I'm Felicia," she pauses to wince in sympathy as you catch yourself on a stumble, "and you're inbetween the Dominions of Hecton and Dibare."
Reaching her, you lean against the outside of her hut, face scrunched up in pain.
She shepherds you in with fleeting but uncompromising touches. "Please, lay down. You're hurt."
You glance around the small but cozy room. There's a chest with a handful of trinkets and tools arranged inside with care on the right side, a collection of bottles filled with a mysterious liquid scattered around the floor of the far end, and a bare mat along the wall to your left. Squatting, you carefully maneuver yourself so as to not flair up your injuries. Felicia assists, reclining you down onto the rough fabric.
"I'd like to strip you, in order to get a better look at your injuries. Is that ok?"
"Y-yeah," your voice uncertain as you reply. The dimming natural light that once filled the room, accompanied by a papery scraping sound, clues you in that the last petal was not missing but simply hidden behind one of its fellows. Now back in place, only the warm glow of half-blocked sunlight emanates from the walls; there is no way out.
She begins removing your clothes, fingers lingering longer than you suspect they ought to. Their texture is strange, almost like a grape's in the sense that it feels like a thick, gelatinous substance locked behind a skin-tight, rubbery surface. "So, what happened to bring you here?" She asks, not meeting your eyes as she works.
"Uhm, I don't really know," you admit meekly. "I was just driving back from work like normal, and then-" best leave that part out- "I wasn't where I should be anymore."
She nods in understanding, gripping the waistband of your undergarments.
"Hey, what?" You protest, blushing under this woman's systematic yet undeniably pointed actions.
"I need to make sure you didn't fracture your hips," she explains, as though there was any way you could walk if that had happened.
Frowning, you rebuke her, "I can assure you, I didn't."
Your hands reach to stop her where you words clearly didn't, but it's too late; she slips them down and off your heels before you can even blink. She lifts a leg to straddle you, plump thighs jiggling against your own, then starts inspecting your chest. You're flabbergasted by this woman. Is she being serious? You genuinely can't tell.
"Well, everything appears to be healthy," she assures you, "though I don't have much knowledge of human biology, so I would get a second opinion at some point."
Of course. You want to beat your head into the wall. She grins down at you, running her hands along your sides to your waist, holding you tight. Your body reacts without your permission, cock raising to meet the kind, alluring lady.
"What's this?" She teases, content to watch it for now, "do you want something, perhaps?"
"N-no," you hiss through clenched teeth, trying to get ahold of yourself as your cheeks melt in embarrassment.
"It's ok, don't be shy." She leans across your body to cup your beet-red face with one hand. "So cute."
You bite your lip, unable to match her ogling. "Please don't," you groan.
"Are you sure?" She lowers her head down to yours, "I can make you feel amazing. Just let me do all the work and you'll find it worth your time~"
You stare at Felicia, contemplating her offer. Your dick twitches of its own accord, and the hormones are hard to ignore. You're not quite won over, though; there's still some details you want settled.
"At least tell what you are? I'm sorry if this is a rude question, but there's no one like you where I come from…"
"Oh, of course," she chuckles, "silly me. I'm a Bulanso, a type of plant people. We, eh, feed on human energy-"
Your eyes nearly pop out of your skull, and, practically screaming, you shout out, "what the fuck?!?"
She glares at your outburst, unimpressed. "If you'd let me finish, I was saying, we extract energy from human sexual fluids. We actually need it to maintain our plant-based brains, otherwise our bodies die and we just become the structure you're resting in now."
Blinking, you observe her body again. This time, you spot a hose protruding from where a human's tailbone would be, draping across the floor to disappear into the center of this strange house. Her solid wig-thing bobs slightly as she nods at your realization.
"I've been supplied by a few very kind neighbors through underground roots, but if you would be so kind as to help me for a day," she breaths out, getting so close you're nearly kissing, "or longer, I would be very much in your debt. After all, you're hurt, and I can provide food." She winks coyly, "perk of the species."
You can't pull back, but you don't want to anymore, either. Her exhale washes over you, warm and sweet, muddling your thoughts. Tentatively, you cross the tiny gap, awkwardly sticking your lips against hers. She welcomes you, mashing you into the ground, puckered lips squishing yours with abandon. Her tongue slides out, sneaking past your defenses to explore you, and you intercept it. Tasting each other, you twist and slip around one another in your mouth until she eventually gets the upper hand and pins you down. Meanwhile, her free hand leaves your cheek to grasp the base of your member, coasting it against her privates to glaze it in her slick juices.
You jerk at the unexpected sensation, moaning into her as she swirls her tongue around between your cheeks. Each bit of contact is soothing and erotic all at once, the smooth, spongey surface she graces your throat with as strange as it is domineering. She flattens your tongue with her own one last time before pulling away with a wet smooching sound, peering through the gap in her breasts to line you up at her entrance.
"Ready?" She asks, locking your vision to hers one more time.
"S-sure," you whimper, tense in anticipation.
Poking your tip inside her first – earning her a full-body shudder from you – she drops, taking the rest of your length in one movement. You cry out, stars flashing in your eyes as ecstasy swells at the point of your joining, then splashes out to rock your world. It didn't only affect you; she's blushing something fierce, smirking at your struggles even as she barely manages to stay composed.
As you lay there, coming back to earth, her steaming walls ripple, then come apart to lap at your cock from three different angles. You gasp in shock, squirming under the otherworldly onslaught. Hands landing on the tough yet flexible flesh of her thighs, you carve divots into her with the soft pads of your fingers, feeling her alien starch-fat mold itself to your grasp.
One of the trio of slick, flexible organs tending to you rubs along your shaft to the base, slipping out of her pussy to caress your balls. Still incredibly hot from her interior and soaked with her natural lubricant, it paints your most vulnerable parts with delicate, even elegant, licks and strokes. The other two slide down your whole rod, never leaving her cunt, dancing in concert with the the wide end of the adventurous one, which is still roiling against the underside of your dick.
You suppress a moan, choking out, "w-what are-?"
"Just like you have a tongue to help with eating, so do we. Only, more than one~"
As one, they press into you, highlighting her control over them while sending sparks flying through your nerves. She's just sitting on you, watching you flush and groan beneath her as she brings you to ruin with almost no effort. Your balls are hefted by a tongue, and it sneaks lower to prod at the bare skin just before your taint, causing you to jolt into her in surprise. A squeak escapes her lips as you ram against her silky depths; she falls forward to pin your shoulders with her hands in response.
Her normal - or at least, expected – tongue hangs out of her mouth farther than you thought possible, dripping saliva onto your face. Her eyes are unfocused, and she seems to not even realize what she's doing. Her attention to detail where your member is concerned, however, is exquisite. Sopping wet, pliant flesh massages you from all sides, orchestrating your orgasm with scary efficiency.
Then, she raises herself up a bit, your balls abandoned as their personal attendee is dragged along your base, slobbering everywhere it can reach on its way up. Your hands, previously passively kneading her hips, clutch to her desperately. All motion within her walls halts, and she blinks before staring you down.
"You want to come, don't you?" She teases in a sultry tone, narrow eyes nailing you to the floor with their lewd gaze.
Huffing, you catch your breath to answer, "yes, please!"
"You'll have to be a good human for me, okay?"
"Anything," you swear on a needy exhale.
"You'll stay longer than a couple weeks, then?"
You freeze, aware of what she's trying to do but handicapped by the lust clouding your mind. After a few seconds, her tongues twirl around your tip, squeezing it in long, drawn-out pulses that drain the fight from your body despite not bringing you any closer to completion. You grit your teeth, unwilling to promise her what she wants, but that just makes it worse.
Her affections turn even more sluggish as you wallow in a puddle of simmering pleasure. She digs into the canal surrounding your glands, and though her actions are fierce and forceful, the plushness of her instruments of torture means she can only impart bliss to her victim. You rock against her, finding your waist free now that she's suspended above you. Frowning, she shifts a hand down to crush your daring maneuver in its infancy, keeping you flat on the floor.
You break, letting out a low, pained moan before pledging your future to her.
"Now that's a good boy!" she praises, beaming. Her internal ministrations pick up the pace, preparing you for the end. "I want to you cum when I drop, okay sweetie?"
You nod vigorously, shaking like a leaf below her figure.
"Perfect~" she murmurs, pulling herself off your chest to hover atop your groin.
"3…" Her tongues embrace your lower head, holding themselves flush to its surface.
"2…" You writhe in anticipation, expression begging her for mercy.
There is none.
"1." She grips your sides, then collapses, ecstasy flooding from the grinding of her flesh wrapped tightly around your shaft as she rockets to your pelvis.
You explode inside her, busy near-tentacles lapping up your ejaculate as you surrender more and more to her hungry hole. Euphoria overtakes your coherent thoughts as you cry out with your head tilted back. Deliriously, you note the minor echo of your own vulgar noises mixing with hers, your fingers twitching sporadically while her tongues squeeze the last few dribbles of semen from your spent cock.
After a minute of recovering, she sighs. "You taste amazing. I much prefer drinking straight from the source, and you're so adorable when I do~"
You can only groan and hide your face at her compliments.
"Need anything, darling?" She prods, content to rest on her perch even as you go flaccid inside her.
"Water would be nice…"
"I just so happen to have something much better." She fondles one of her breasts, hauling you up by your back to greet it. "Everything a human needs, right from the tap." She bends to whisper in your ear, "we could stay joined like this for the rest of our lives if you wanted."

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He's reading, pointedly alone, when Farelia interrupts him. The book in his hands is in no way fascinating or unique, but he has nothing else to do and that is killing him.
"Hey, Ranolien! I just had the most brilliant idea." She skids to a stop besides him, her eyes boasting of many terrible things to come in the near future.
"Really." His disinterest is fake, but he knows how bad pre-emptive encouragement could be in these situations.
"Yup! You know how we set up those portals to keep the human population steady?"
"How could I forget?" The arguments about their technical design and targeting priorities alone had been a decade-long headache for him. He's pretty sure she hadn't been listening to any of it at the time.
"Well, what if we teleported some humans here manually, and gambled on what species they wanted to spend the rest of their lives with?"
"...Why? I'm pretty sure I still owe people some favors from the last time we ran bets."
"You mean when we tried to guess how long each city would take to fall during the initial invasions? That was forever ago; how are you still in debt?"
"I lost a lot."
"Well, now's your chance to clear them. If I can get you on board, there's at least two other gods I know who owe me, and a few more who'd join for the heck of it… I think this could be a big event!" She bounces a little in excitement, her mind already planning out strategies to yank every deity possible into this activity of hers.
He sighs. As much as Ranolien hates to admit it, he's already hooked. "Okay, but on one condition. Whoever is pulling in the humans can't be betting. That'd be cheating."
"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. We can just pass the role around, everyone taking turns picking someone."
"That... works."
"Great! I'll go get this set up for real, then."
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You stumble, blinking in an unfamiliar room. The walls are made of light gray bricks, lanterns casting orange and yellow rays of light around the small, boxy interior. Sitting down at a table in the center is a woman, dressed in a business suit, beaming at you with energy unfitting of the atmosphere.
"Welcome! Please, take a seat." She gestures to the chair across from her, and you oblige her without a real thought behind it.
"Where am I? What happened?"
"You were in a plane that was about to crash, and I saved you. Now, can I beam some knowledge into your head real quick?"
"Wait, no no no. I died??" You start to panic, blood racing adrenaline to every organ and muscle in moments.
"Oh, for the love of- no, you didn't die. You're fine. Now, I'm going to beam some information into your head, sit still."
"What about everyone else? Where are they?!"
"They're in stasis, waiting for you to no longer be holding them up. Now, stop moving."
"Why- augh!" You're cut off by a sudden, swift migraine. Images and words, pictures and their descriptions flood your synapses, but only for a moment. When it's over, you have a perfect understanding of a great many creatures and peoples you are certain you've never heard of before.
"Which would you choose?" She asks, leaning forward.
"Which- which what?"
"If you had to live as the spouse - mate, meal-provider, whatever - to any of those species you just learned about, which would it be?" Her eyes widen as though your answer will determine the fate of the universe itself.
"Uh," you're blushing heavily, fighting between giving a socially acceptable answer and what you actually want.
"Be honest. You'll never get this choice again."
"Giantess!" You shout, then hide your face in your hands. You might just die of humiliation.
She grins. "I had you pegged as a Masobra kinda guy, but it's not my loss. Have fun down there!"
Your vision shrinks before you find yourself in a similar pickle to earlier, stumbling and confused in an unknown room. When you can see straight again, you behold the interior of a modern-looking house; painted drywall, machine-manufactured baseboards, and wooden furniture surround you. There's just one unusual aspect to them: they're massive. The legs of the chair to your right are twice as tall as you are, and the desk it's in front of is higher than the roof of some houses. The bed is at least 60 feet long, its frame just barely in reach for you to climb.
On top of the peculiarities of this new room, you're completely naked. Before you can think about what you should do, a loud noise heralds a new form eclipsing the top of the bed. Looking down at you is a giant woman, clearly startled.
After a moment of silence, she asks, "and just who are you?"
"H-hello," you begin, much too quietly. You raise your voice, hoping she can hear you, "I was told I was to be your mate?"
You wince at how awful that sounds, but it actually appears to please her.
"Who told you that?" She asks, sitting up to let her legs hang off the side of the bed.
You gulp. Knowing about the size difference and actually observing how you only come to halfway up her shins in height are two very different experiences. "I… never caught her name, actually, but she seemed... powerful."
"I'll make sure to praise all the gods tonight, then," she says, her massive tongue sliding out to wet her lips.
You're beginning to second-guess your decision. "So, what's your name?" You yell out awkwardly.
"Merinda. I want to hear you moaning that plenty, understood?"
"Y-yes ma'am?" Her eager forwardness feels like whiplash, but at least it means she took 'mate' to heart and wasn't just going to eat you or something.
"Good little boy~" she bends down to grab you, fingers as long as and thicker than your arms wrapping around your torso, lifting you to her face. It's a gentle, graceful movement, ensuring that neither the acceleration nor wind are harsh on you.
She blinks down at you, mouth hanging open slightly. Warm air sails out to blow against your body, and you shiver when the cool breeze from the ventilation replaces it.
"Aw, cold are we? Lemme take care of you…" Her tongue flows out to run up your chest. It drenches you in sticky saliva, its bumpy surface tickling your nipples as it passes over them. The tail-end of her lick catches your chin, and you sputter in protest.
"Always wanted to taste a guy," her eyes lock on to your hard-on, "and it looks like you've always wanted to be tasted." She grins at your flushed cheeks, "it's ok, cute thing. I'll take good care of you."
She closes in to plant a kiss across your entire abdomen, causing you to squirm against her plush, greedy lips. She holds you steady as she mouths against you, and you groan, head bonking into her nose. Her exhale sends a hot gush from each nostril straight down your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.
Suddenly, her lips open wide, tongue exiting to split your legs far apart and cup your ass, balls resting on her warm, slick organ. It moves upward, lightly pinning your balls and coating your dick. Not halting for your moaning, her hand shifts so you're reclining on it, her lower lip bending your legs to take your knees inside her mouth. Her tongue drags against your ass and away from your balls, spilling up and out along your stomach. Pressing down on you, she grinds sloppily against your penis, choking whimpers from you.
You buck into her, scarcely noticing how your actions slip your feet inside her maw. The pink appendage dominating you seems to extend to cover your face, then you realize you're really deeper within her, tongue withdrawing – leaving behind a slobbery mess – to allow her lips to massage your ass and mash against your cock.
You're flat against her fingers now, struggling helplessly between her peckers as they relentlessly turn you to putty in her hand. Edging you nearly to finish, she stops out of nowhere, her jaw loosening to gape around your midsection. Hot streams batter against you, filling your nose with the earthy, stale scent of her.
You squeeze your eyes shut, begging, "please…"
Talking around your legs, she wonders, "peez wat?"
"I-I can't, Merinda-"
Then she tosses you in, tongue catching your head as your legs curl up in the back of her mouth. She crushes you to the roof of the fleshy cave, and you hump it in time to her sucking. Her taste buds prod you everywhere, all motions you make serving to scrunch you up against them. Each swallow drags air and spit across your body, forcing you to time your breathing and cries of pleasure accordingly. Your feet dangle down the back of her throat and your neck is bent at an uncomfortable angle, but her tongue's pillowy presence abates any hardship you feel.
It's stuffy and humid. You're constantly being soaked in saliva only for her to gulp it down, and being crammed tight against her makes it exceedingly difficult to breathe, move, or see. You writhe anyway, your spongey bed having just enough give for you to glide your member on the silky ceiling and off again in an erratic, thoughtless pattern.
Rolling beneath you, her tongue curls into the curve of your spine, immobilizing you. Unable to get any closer to ejaculation, you groan and fight back against her with your arms. You accomplish nothing except fumbling ineffectively on the slimy base of your prison, splayed out by simple, effortless movements on her part. Eventually, she lets up, hoisting you up with enough spare space you can twitch into her and little else.
Her musk consumes your focus more thoroughly than her entire gullet, and your head fills with nonsensical thoughts of her, unconnected and spontaneous. You reach up, trailing your fingers along the roof of her mouth in a daze. She chuckles, and the vibrations that result send extra tingles from the tip of your dick to your spine. Though subdued, her audible enjoyment of your predicament drowns out your whole-hearted moans of hedonistic bliss even as you shout them to the heavens.
"Merinda, I-I'm so close!"
She hums in acknowledgement, inadvertently shaking your entire body and sending jolts of ecstasy warping through your system. The unconscious strokes her tongue impart on you begin to drive you mad, the contact unpredictable and exciting.
Your jerks become more and more desperate as she draws you closer to completion, your exclamations lost to her hungry depths. On one particularly prolonged thrust, you cum, ropes spurting out only to be immediately sucked away by her powerful throat. She keeps you securely nestled into her as she drinks your offering, letting you down and out onto her hands afterward.
"Wow, you sweat like crazy." She comments, shielding your shivering figure with her right hand while providing her left as a platform for you to sit on.
"It's like a sauna in there," you justify, hugging yourself to save heat.
"Well, salt is a good seasoning for you, I have to say." Lowering you below her breasts, she holds you against herself, watching you through the gap between them as you huddle into her.
She gives you a minute to recover, sheltering you from all sides with her warm body. Plenty of her affection drips off of you, but when she starts carrying you down her abdomen, you're still caked in her slobber. Depositing you onto the bedsheet, she spreads her knees. She's completely naked, allowing you to ogle her gigantic member. At full mast, it's almost as tall as you are, and quite a bit thicker. It doesn't help that her hips aren't settled on the bed, leaving her perineum to hover roughly a yard off the ground.
"Ignore that for now, tiny. You need to return the favor to me first~" She lifts her balls out of the way, revealing her snatch. The outer labia is much smaller – relatively speaking - than it would be on a human, as it does not encompass a clitoris or urethral opening; however, it's still large enough to grant you full-body access.
Nervously, you approach, threading the needle between the two massive divots carved by her kneecaps, trying not to fall into either one. Each step exaggerates her cock's height, despite it's base being so low you're forced to duck when you reach the underside of her sack, which she's still suspending for you. Crouching, you crane your neck to stare directly into her 'pearly gates'. They're leaking for you, impatiently preparing for your entry.
"S-so what are you expecting? Should I give you oral?" You joke, anxiety bubbling up in your rib cage.
She snorts, then laughs, the sound echoing in the enclosed space you've journeyed into. "You know, I would love to see- er, feel you try. If it doesn't work out, just know I'll shoving you in there in a flash."
"U-understood." With that threat hanging over you, you set to work. Placing your hands on either side of her entrance, you maneuver your head against the heat radiating out of her to near the outer lining of her pussy, planting kisses along every inch. It's slow going, especially since you endeavor to ensure each one feels impactful, but she doesn't stop you. A quarter of the way through, you add in tongue, salaciously licking across her wet, satiny skin, allowing you to skip sets of smooches. It's still a much heftier task than you anticipated, and you only make it halfway through before she looses patience with the concept.
Without warning, she presses her thumb into the back of your head, slipping you inside her walls before you can react. Her cunt grips you instantly, femcum matting down your hair and smearing itself on your puckered lips. She jams the rest of you inside soon after, sliding your naked body along her interior, much to your delight. Each cranny and fold mashes into you with a mind of its own, and pressure on your dick compels you to arch your back, stretching and straining against her overwhelming strength.
Squirming from the onslaught, you unwittingly lather slime over every part of you. Fingers jab at your feet, keeping you inside and aiding in the assault. You choke down a breath, but immediately lose it in a moan when a crushing blow around your head and upper chest aggressively caresses your nipples. You rut into her, arms flexing to keep your airways clear; her high temperature is dizzying and yet relaxing at the same time. Even with the constant churning of her walls, you melt into them, only lust commanding you to wrestle with the beast encircling your body. First-sized nubs mold themselves as they impact against you, waves of flexing muscle squishing you pleasantly.
Nothing has hurt, however crazy it may be in the moment, so you go with the flow, twisting into her forceful passions and wriggling yourself into each corner of her sex, giving back as much as you can muster. Ecstasy seeps into your very being, sparks of pleasure erupting from your lower head as it butts against thick flesh it stands no hope of beating. Bending into you, her walls enjoy full mastery of you, shaping you as they please. A taste of her slinks past your lips as you cry out in bliss. Salty, bitter, and slightly sweet, you gulp it down hastily to make room for more stale, funky air.
The fingers which support you jerk more and more rapidly in their movements, her vagina's ministrations speeding up. She's getting close, and so are you, precum leaking in increasing amounts just to be swept away in a heartbeat by her all-consuming excitement. You grind your penis into a dip in her folds, praying you can hold yourself together as she comes apart around you.
Her entire body begins shaking in short jolts, adding another layer of euphoric contact to your enclosure. Each press lasts longer, pinning you between her soaked walls before releasing you and promptly attempting to pulp you again. Your balls clench as your orgasm approaches, silky flesh squeezing your waist in anticipation. You groan deep and long as your cum is wrung from your abused dick; extra fluids rolling down your figure herald your mate's own completion, neither of which end quickly.
It feels like hours as your balls surrender all they have at the height of your lust-addled rapture. Her cunt milks you tirelessly all the while, eating up your floundering motions greedily. All too soon, however, its over, and your stomach leaps into your throat as you – no, her whole torso – flops backwards with you still contained within. No longer charged with draining your soul from your body, her walls cradle you gently, permitting you recuperation in her domain. You catch your breath, nuzzling into her sticky grooves absent-mindedly.
Thank whatever deity saved you that you were honest with her.

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You've been living with Merinda for several months now, mostly staving off boredom in front of her massive TV until she came back from work and the two of you could hang out. It's been an adjustment for you, despite her technology being similar to what you had at home. You're unable to do basically anything around the house, even just to help with basic chores; she had to buy a special tiny fridge and meals just for you, though you share the same dinners. Needless to say, you're eager to please in whatever way she asks, trying not to feel like dead weight in a stranger's house on an alien planet.
That's why, when she asked you for permission to start dating, you were honestly scared about your relationship with her. The goddess who saved/kidnapped you had granted you immense knowledge on the subject of all the non-humans in this land, so you know that Giantesses need both a human and a fellow Giantess to reproduce, but no cultural information was included. 'What am I to her?' has been on the forefront of your mind since she began going out, and tonight you are going to have it answered, awkwardness be damned.
She had arrived as usual, picking you up to plop down on the couch and binge-watch a random TV show until dinner. Sitting in her bosom, curled up against her warm skin, you break the silence. "Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"Shoot, tiny." Though she doesn't look down, the teasing nickname she'd taken to calling you tells you she is in a good mood.
"So, uh, what's the goal? Of dating, I mean. What's the end result you want?"
Now she does glance at you, eyes at least twice the size of your head tracking you as you wiggle in embarrassment between her breasts, which are held snugly together by a tight bra.
"A family, I guess. A nice girl who will treat you right and be a good mother for our kids… why d'ya ask?"
"I'm just curious," you trail off, wondering how to word your next sentence, "shouldn't I be meeting these people too?"
She nods, calmly so as to not shake you, "eventually, once I find someone I like. I probably should have told you, since you're not from around here, but if you show off you have a human guy you'll just be swarmed with Dick Diggers trying to steal him in a divorce or loan him around or something. You'll never find someone genuine that way."
"That makes sense, I guess."
She pets you with a single finger, gaze switching back to the television. "Do you want to practice tonight?"
"Practice what?" You wonder, shamelessly leaning into her fingertip as it pampers you.
She smiles wryly at your appreciation. "Transferring your seed for when I need to knock a bitch up."
You gulp, blood rushing south merely from the thought. "S-sur- yes!"
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After dinner, you find yourself sitting naked, cupped in Merinda's hands as she holds you in front of her face, sucking gently on your legs. She laps at your feet, spreading saliva wherever she can reach, tickling you in the process. Her lips keep you trapped with their powerful grip, however, rendering you unable to accidentally thrash out of her mouth.
"Why are you d-doing this?" You giggle, shivering as she traces a calf with the tip of her tongue.
Pausing, she lets go to speak. "Extra lube, just in case. Heard from- well, somewhere, that it helps."
"Uh-huh."
"I think that's enough, though."
She lowers you down to her waiting cock, stiff as a tree and just as girthy. Standing back up on wobbly legs, you take in her monster of a member as it twitches in front of your face, easily larger than you.
"Give it a smooch."
"Heh?" You peer up at her, taken off-guard by the request.
"Just give it a little smooch; get it ready for you." Her voice is masked with humor, but she waits for you to move when you don't, so you guess you're not avoiding it.
Puckering your lips, you wrap your arms around her glands, too small for your hands to touch on the other side. The heat warms you to the core, and you steal a moment to absorb the comforting blaze. Maneuvering to the slit, which is abnormally large compared to a humans – relatively, not just literally – you put your mouth against it and give it a chaste kiss. You retreat, hoping it's enough, but Merinda isn't satisfied.
"Oh, come on! No tongue? For shame…"
You go back in for seconds, licking around the edges before slipping in to taste her urethra. Her musk is getting to you, messing with your head and tricking you into enjoying the salty, slightly bitter flavor. At least, that's what you tell yourself.
Above you, she moans, leaving you in one hand to start slowly jerking off with the other. Around your skull, the opening expands, minor pulsing changes in diameter giving the impression of a hungry beast anticipating a meal. You step back, second-guessing all this, but she doesn't stop for you, lifting you up to funnel you in feet-first.
The instant you make contact, the hole shrinks to trap you. Your ankles are swallowed by soft and meltingly hot flesh coated in slick fluids that practically yanks you further in. You gasp as your shins are pulled halfway down, sliding frictionlessly along the inside of her dick. Her masturbation speeds up, short mewls leaving her lips as you're consumed by her fat rod.
You're struck by an irrational, but completely justified fear, shouting, "Hey, Merinda?"
"Yup! You're such a good boy, keep this up~" She completely ignores you, lost in the moment.
The muscles wrapped around your lower legs flex and constrict again, tugging you into their depths. Hair is matted to skin by sticky juices as your knees glide past her tool's entrance. Your feet are massaged somewhere within her, pressed together almost painfully. You flounder as the next contraction devours your thighs in one go, halting at your ass, her intimidating cavity gaping a little as it prepares to engulf your mounds of lard.
"This is safe, right?!" You yell at her, realizing your struggles are entirely pointless by now; you can't escape her penis's grip this far in.
"Of course, tiny!" She groans as your cock coasts along the silky interior of her own, "you're doing so well; don't worry, just let go~"
Being eaten by a supple, heated sleeping bag wasn't on your to-do list for today, but it's so enticing, mashing against you from all sides as it chokes down your arms (unfortunately crossed on your chest so you can't touch yourself). You hump into her walls, mewling at the sensation of skidding along her minute folds and bodily imperfections while your shoulders are gobbled up without you noticing. You lean you head back, and it registers that she's fully abandoned you to her insatiable dick. Her other hand has moved to fondle her titties, though her vision is still locked to your struggles, the most salacious smirk you've ever seen her wear greeting you when you look.
You open your mouth to tell her something, but that's when you disappear inside her, wholly surrounded by her aromatic, viscous meat and secretions, spasming from the pleasures being ground into your penis. Her precum stains your face immediately, creeping into your mouth and coating your ears as you're dragged away from what little light finds its way in here to her balls.
Your feet twist suddenly, ankles then knees bending as you're guided right to fall inside a dark, humid chamber, only big enough to squat in – although you take a seat when you can – and cramped horizontally, the sides basically hugging you in slippery affection. You huddle as best you can, huffing air that is thick with aphrodisiacs, pushing you to be harder than you ever have been before.
From overhead, a thick, cable-like tube snakes its way to you, slithering along your torso as it hunts for your member, its pliant, springy exterior coated in a slimy substance that evades your grasp when you attempt to get ahold of it. When it finds its goal, it latches on. The inside, covered in little villi, slurps you down to the base, and each finger-like protrusion begins writhing against your shaft wildly.
You buck into the strange rope, overwhelming within moments by its ravenous attention. Incapable of shifting it in any way, you have no way to battle it, so you surrender, cumming rope after rope into its bottomless gullet. Aside from the bulges of ejaculate rolling up its length, it gives no indication it noticed or cared, continuing its assault on your rod unimpeded.
Curling up around the merciless cord, you quickly finish once more, spraying the inside with another blast of white it greedily spirits away. When your balls start clenching in the buildup for yet another orgasm, you realize you may be in here for a long, long time. Your confines sway, moans and cries reaching through the plush flesh around you to assure you she's enjoying this as much as you, and you feel the walls bend and deform a small amount, molding to the touch of her questing fingers. You're packed in densely enough that each one is a soothing ministration against your sweaty figure; she's mapping your form inside her testicles, tracing limbs and teasing weak points.
Your mind goes blank as you donate again to her sperm repository, ecstasy flooding out your thoughts as she drains you over and over, taking everything you can offer then returning for another serving. It feels like hours before her own orgasm eventually hits, hose retracting from your abused cock while you're squeezed up and out, the steamy tower of muscles spitting you back onto the palm of Merinda's hand where you lay gasping.
"Looks like someone had fun," she chuckles to herself as you struggle to recuperate. She contorts to kiss you, your whole face sandwiched between her plump lips. "Mwha~ thanks tiny. Love ya bunches."

Chapter Text

You're shackled up in a line of humans, naked as the day you were born and looking out across the spread of monstrous beings with melancholic resignation.
“All manner of prospective buyers, each ready to take you to a home just as cozy and warm as ours,” one of your slavers had warned you with a wicked grin. Facing a mob of faces ranging from impassive to lecherous, you’re inclined to believe her.
Several of your captors are positioned in front of their goods, shouting various claims of quality at the crowd or selling stories to individual shoppers. In fact, one points at you, following it with animated gestures, adding a visual element to her description of how easily they had broken you.
The customer glances at you, sympathetic pity flashing across her face for a brief moment before she nods to the male Cowminem speaking to her. You don't have long to mull over your shock at such a sight before you're dragged over by your leash, which is promptly handed off to your buyer. You’re familiar with her species; one of the bitches who ‘taught’ you to be a good human is of her kind. A human top-half gently pulls you to her side, right where the scales begin to crop up and form into a massive tail three times the length of her body. Some funds change hands, accompanied by words you're too mentally exhausted to listen to, then your new owner is guiding you with a hand on your back to a Centaur-driven carriage.
She helps you inside, and you cram yourself into a corner, making yourself as small as possible. Out of sight, out of mind - that's your hope, at least. Fitting herself is more of a challenge. Sitting across from you, her tail spills over the rest of the compartment, bunching up against you uncomfortably and swallowing the floor to the point you can't see your own ankles. You stare at the ground anyway, but this isn't to her liking.
“Hey,” she opens softly, reaching out to you with a hand. You flinch away, more by reflex than anything else, her hand fleeing back at the movement.
“Oh, no,” she murmurs sadly, “that won't do.”
Her hands return in force, lifting your chin so your gazes meet. Instantly, you lock up; you can't move a muscle while a sudden calmness takes you from your thoughts. Her irises are a dark emerald shade that seem to grow and grow to be your entire world, everything else falling away. Vertical slits dark as night lure you in, snuffing out ideas of escape.
“It's alright,” she assures you, “you're safe with me.”
Her voice, whereas before was simply quiet and unobtrusive, has evolved to a warm, honeyed tone your ears delight in hearing. So absorbed are you in letting the sounds of her words drip into your brain that you don't notice her tail entwining with your legs, slowly consuming your body until you are wrapped completely up to the neck.
“I won't hurt you. You're okay.”
Her continued reassurances drain any fight you may have. Why would this be a bad thing? It's not even very tight around you; more like a full-body hug than being constricted by a predator. The pools holding your vision are so pretty, you think you could slip into them and forget the nightmare you’ve lived the past six months.
“You feel protected,” she asserts, and it becomes true. Nothing can hurt you in her coils, not even the bastards who trained and beat you into a proper fucktoy.
“Touch yourself,” she commands.
You twist your arm, maneuvering your hand to your member without hesitation.
“Jerk off. I don't think you’d appreciate me taking you right now… those dirty fucks-” she chomps down on the air, her ‘s’ transforming into a hiss so ferocious it's almost a snarl.
Unconcerned, you begin stroking yourself, well aware her anger is not directed towards you. She’d never threaten you. Certainty of this fact is absolute, stemming from a place unknown but unshakeable in its truth.
Your hand slides against her cool underbelly scales, the friction nearly non-existent. You jolt slightly as your index finger makes a pass below your glands, and she learns closer, muscles closing in a little more around you.
“Go at your own pace,” she says, “I want you to be able to enjoy this…” She trails off when she spots something on your cheek. “What's this?”
She brushes a scar with the back of a finger, causing you to close your eyes in the hopes of forgetting who made it. You're unsuccessful, images of the anthro wolf-man swiping at your face in anger surging to the forefront of your mind. The break in eye contact shatters the soothing solace your thoughts were cloaked in, and you panic as the full weight of your bindings hit you. Memories of a different abuser spring forward, and you gasp as your eyes fly open.
Your new owner is on you before you can blink, directing your attention to her once again. You feel relief as her warmth consumes your brain once more, suspending your mental processes in a thick cloud you're grateful to be lost in. You're not stupid; it's more than obvious what she's doing, even if the first of her species you suffered under never used this ability - probably enjoyed it more when you struggled. Challenging her on it is beyond your capabilities, however, and more importantly, you don't want to. Logically, you know this level of control should make you sick. For instance, she's letting you dictate the rate of your masturbation, but you physically cannot stop yourself wholesale.
Whenever you attempt to summon those emotions, though, it's like silt slipping through your grasp. She's curled around your mind just as thoroughly as she is your body, letting nothing hurt you. Resting her elbows on her own tail, she watches you squirm in her grip as her twinkling green gemstones keep you complacent. You have to move your head back, both to make room for her arms and to sustain your staring contest.
“So adorable,” she mutters. “Answer me honestly: would you be alright with me replacing your hand right now?”
Your throat locks up; you can't bear to tell her the truth, both to avoid insulting the only non-human who's been kind to you and because it hurts thinking about. You manage to shake your head, and she sighs in acceptance.
“What horrible people must they be, to traumatize a human into being afraid of sex? That's akin to clipping the wings off of a butterfly.”
She verbally reinforces the protective feelings enshrouding your psyche, “just remember you're safe with me,” before patting you on the head.
You gasp at the unexpectedly pleasant sensation, and her eyes flash with lust at the sound. Your fist slows down, easing up as you come much closer to finishing just from her affection.
“I’m going to kiss you. There's no reason to worry.”
Her hypnosis holds strong as she encroaches upon your personal space to lock lips with you, light moans permeating the confined space as she mashes against you. She closes her eyes in bliss, breaking her spell, but you don't move this time, restraining yourself even as your nerves join together in a general mutiny. Her supple lips caress yours, the kiss staying relatively chaste despite the smacking noises and drool pilling up from her tender assault.
You melt into each other, a groan escaping your core. Greedily, she gobbles up the first thing she's heard from you ever with a grin on her face. All too soon, she pulls back, huffing with desire as she peers down at you gleefully.
“You did enjoy that!” She beams, “I’m glad you're beyond just tolerating me.”
Only half-listening, you're battling the pleasure of your own hand, hips rolling in her coils as you approach the end. Her expression turns lewd, and she starts massaging you from all sides. A shameless mewl escapes you as she batters you to a slurry in her embrace.
Leaning back into her, your body is spoiled by her incredible tail muscles, breaking down tension you didn't know you had with insistent, rubbing pressure. Your palm begins flying up and down your shaft, and you pant desperately as release teases buildup in your balls.
“You're so close,” her words alone speed along your impending orgasm, “I can see it in your eyes.”
All you can see in hers is an endless sea of verdant waves that engulf your soul - plus a bit of mirthful jesting.
“Please, cute one,” she requests but leaves no room to act against her wishes, “cum. Cum now.”
Your body obeys before you even process her words, ejaculate shooting onto her plush yet tempered form as you explode on command. You spasm in her clutches, much to her gratification, and she squeezes you harder, biting her lip as she gets off on you writhing within her tail.
“Such a beautiful, precious boy,” she praises, and the compliments swirl in your head, spurred on by her intoxicating gaze.
You collapse, boneless, surrendering yourself to her without a care in the world. She makes room for her torso to slip under and press against you, cuddling you with both arms and coils. You nuzzle into her breasts, finally able to relax since you first found yourself on this otherwise horrific planet.
“A sweet little thing, and you're all mine.” Her saccharine tone lulls you sleep, droves of small compliments following you to dreamland.

Chapter Text

You're finishing up dinner with your Lamia owner and lover in her small, homey cottage. The town she resides in is a multi-day journey by horse-and-cart from where she purchased you, and she has spent that time helping you become used to her presence and affection. Now that you're living together, you've taken up your expected duties as a househuman, cooking meals and cleaning your shared home.
"Thank you for dinner," she says, swallowing her last bite behind her hand, "it was wonderful."
You blush, cleaning off your plate. Both of you avoid eye-contact, not out of awkwardness but because she prefers to have genuine conversations with you when she can. Taking her dish, you set both in the sink to soak; they're expensive, made of tin rather than the wooden variety you are familiar with seeing in this world.
The sound of her scales flowing over the hard timber flooring is unmistakable, and a second later you're scooped up in her tail to your ribs, her arms crossing over your chest and her chin resting on your head. Thanks to her borderline-psychic aid along your travels, you don't freak out. Instead, you relax, going limp in her clutches, letting her squeeze you lovingly.
From above, she asks, "would you like to cuddle for a while?" Her voice lowers to a sultry whisper, "or I could take you right now~"
You gulp, feeling yourself become erect, unintentionally flashing back to the previous times she was intimate with you. Older, awful memories try to surface as well, but you crush them down quickly. She coos, giving you a peck on the head.
"Is that a vote for the section option?" she teases.
Her thick coil begins to shift against your member, and you can't help but grunt as it massages your shaft through your pants. Nearly as wide as her torso – which alone is a whole foot taller than you – it easily stimulates your entire cock at once. Thrusting into it is the only natural response you can conjure.
"Hmm," she decides aloud, "I would like to try something." Spinning her upper body around to your front, she gently grasps your head in her hands and meets your lust-addled eyes. "Your pants are the finest, most luxurious material you've ever felt in your life. Keep moving."
You gasp in shock, your dick suddenly grinding against a heavenly, satin barrier. Not just your groin but your legs too find themselves being rubbed into incredibly smooth fabric. Your actions yield the same results – there's no extra glide or looseness gained – but fool your senses all the same.
Humping faster, you start to writhe inside her tail, gaze locked to hers as a victorious grin spreads across her face. You flex your thighs against her cinching encirclement, relishing the effects of her powers between your fingers that are trapped to your sides, your calves contained by a plump ring of her scales. Her undulations don't let up, and you discover it's more than you can take. A moan is her only warning before you cum in your clothes.
Her expression lights up with surprised elation, studying your reactions like a hawk as your muscles turn to jelly under her ministrations. She continues compressing you even when you stop moving. Refusing to relent, her supple coils roll along your figure, showing no mercy to your sensitive tool.
"Watch this," she boasts. "You're hard and ready again."
You simply, miraculously, are. Groaning pitifully, you struggle despite her superior might. 
Ignoring your cry, she adds, "this time, warn me before you get close, okay cute one?"
Nodding, your vision fades as pleasure takes hold, your eyelids only staying open enough to maintain her hypnotic control. She batters you down effortlessly, squishing your form however she desires. Her strength and plush softness are as alluring as they are overwhelming; surrender comes all too easily to you, allowing your world to be rocked without resistance.
Unfortunately, your weakness has consequences, and after only a few more seconds, you admit, "I'm close!"
She freezes around you, ordering, "stop."
You whine in needy protest, but she doesn't relent. Waiting for you to recover, she pets your head tenderly. It's an acceptable olive branch that you'd lean into if she hadn't denied you freedom of movement.
"Would you be alright with attempting to lay with me? Fully, I mean. I know you're still haunted by… what your former owners did, so I won't be hurt if you refuse, but I ache for you, sweet-thing."
You consider her request for a moment. "Can I be on top?"
"'Top' is relative within my tail," she smiles kindly, "but yes, you can."
"Then I'm willing," you bravely concede, "you've done so much for me, it almost physically hurts not giving back to you."
She frowns. "Don't say that. You're enough by your lonesome, and besides, you just made dinner for me. You do plenty already."
Perhaps unintended by her, perhaps not, her hypnotism sways you regardless. You are enough; you know it now like you know that grass is green or fire is hot. She leans in, breaking the spell to smooch your forehead, and you nearly whimper as the feeling vanishes along with her dominion.
"Let's start slow," she murmurs.
With that, she carries you to the bedroom, sprawling out on the wool-stuffed mattress while rearranging her tail around your body so that you're kneeling with your face over her snatch and your hands next to her hips, your tool unaccompanied and unable to seek titillation. Seeing what she desires, you nervously get to work. Lowering your lips to her opening, you mouth against her labia, gauging her reactions to each touch.
She's stoic at first, delicately pressing the end of her tail into the back of your skull to encourage you forward, bent so the spongey underside is all that makes contact. As you lick and probe deeper, however, she begins to subtly jolt. Further exploration of her juice-coated tunnel draws squirms born from her repressed urges past the facade she's erected to protect you.
Pretty soon, she's bucking into you, pinning you between her pelvis and tail-tip. It ignites old fears from your 'training', but you shake them off, determined to please her no matter what.
"Ahh," she huffs. "I needed this…"
You dig in as far as you can, enjoying her salty, slightly sour flavor. Her coils keep you steady throughout her trembling thrusts, anchoring your face to her vulva, which rocks against your tongue. Nuzzling into her, you spare a few laps to tempt her clitoris out.
She immediately crushes you in her tail, then slithers over your waist to wrap a loop over your dick and pin it to your gut. Each time you stroke her nethers, she tenses against your shaft, and the two of you quickly fall into a ruinous rhythm, edging each other onward.
"Yessss," she hisses, her hands moving to fondle her breasts, "you're doing so well; you've made so much progress!"
Scouring her silky walls, you ride the waves of her shudders, every one soaking your face with more of her fluids. Your tongue slides over her clenching folds, and you delight in mapping their minute wrinkles and bumps. Her pliant tail-flesh molds to the back of you dome, ensuring your breaths are short and infrequent.
That doesn't matter to you, though, squirming in her scaly bindings as they rub along your form. Dangling from your lips, drool seeps out of your mouth when you forgo a break to plunge as far as you can reach. You're almost at your limit, and you want to send her over the precipice before you're exhausted.
Drinking up your moans directed into her depths, she arches her back, her fingers tumbling over her nipples while she stretches. She spasms beneath your tongue, mashing your face into her pussy. Her slick skin embraces you warmly; when she keeps you in place against her, you nestle in, making yourself comfortable with your cheeks flush against her glossy groin, coaxing her to climax with your slimy, sinuous organ.
Abruptly, the dam breaks, and she squirts a little as she quakes under and around you. Her tail squashes you haphazardly, bringing you to orgasm alongside her. Your cum splatters between you and her underscales while her own excretions decorate your face. Lewd groans fill your ears, gibberish in the form of praise scattering from your owner's throat until she goes silent, drifting through the last of her shocks.
Spent, you hang feebly from her grip, bliss filling your mind without the aid of her entrancing eyes. Her hands make their way to you, patting and tickling your scalp with her fingernails. Despite the mess, you lay contentedly on what you have been tending to; meanwhile, her coils deposit your figure on the bedsheet, curling around you to act as a living bulwark while you use her pelvic region as a pillow.
She speaks up after a few minutes of relaxing, "did you enjoy that, cute one? Because I did, very much so~"
"I- yeah, that was amazing." Your honestly earns a chuckle from her, and she caresses your head dotingly.
"You went the whole time without my gaze," she notes, "not a single signal to stop or even pause."
Blushing, you mumble, "it's getting better, and I trust you – with my life."
Her tail flops over the small of your back. "Thank you. I won't betray you, ever; you're safe with me."
"I know."
She's very pleasant to doze on, and although her bed is a bit lumpy, her scales surrounding you press in reassuringly from all directions. Her hands continue to fawn over you, so you return the favor, ardently groping her sides.
After a bit, she questions, "do you want to snuggle for a while longer or start cleaning for bed?"
"Longer, please."
You can't see her face, but you know she's grinning at you. "As you wish, my sweet-thing."

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It's a chilly day, with clear skies and a bright sun faltering just short of its Summer apex, typical of a day on the tail-end of Winter. You are slouched on a pavilion pole, people-watching as your parents converse amicably with a Waatu. The frog-like humanoids were common around this area, thanks to the many marshes dotting the countryside. They only had one sex, though this one had asked to be referred to as 'she', not that her deep, bellowing voice would have you assume that label of her.
She's clad in a baggy shirt and loose-fitting shorts. As with all her species, her chest is flat, her stomach round, and her mouth wide – eerily so. All in all, she cuts a stout figure, a few heads taller than you and twice as stocky. The chair she's spread out on strains under her weight, creaking with every subtle movement she makes.
Neither one of your progenitors is even a little off-put, approaching her just the same they would anyone else during this local event. The small, rural town your family was visiting was the site of the yearly 'Winter's End Assembly', where young adults could gather from near and far to meet their peers and hopefully pair off before the mating season well and truly began. Though your parents loved you, you were too old to hang around their house anymore doing nothing all day, and your dad was too traditional to put a human to work in his business.
Your mom, also a human and thus sympathetic to your situation, had tried to get you to socialize with the up-and-coming blood in your small village, but you always felt awkward, artificially inserted, and never made any in-roads with them. Besides, you had figured since she married your father after a fateful introduction here, it should be good enough for you, too. Hence leaning on a post while they chatted up a dark-green boulder allegedly the same age as you.
It appeared to be going well, however, and from what you've overheard, she sounds like a good person. Who knows where you might be come Spring?
##### A marriage and a month later
The two of you had quickly settled into a routine in her little hut; cooking for a creature as backwater as she is was easy, and she was out most of each day working at a nearby Fishmonger. So far, she'd never done anything with you in bed – not that you're complaining about the cuddles, but no non-humans you knew of married a human just for the novelty of it. However, as you ate dinner with her tonight, you had a feeling that was about to change.
Retiring for the day with her, you crawl under the scratchy covers, looking up at her curiously as she freezes in the doorway.
With an apprehensive expression, she croaks, "pumpkin, I believe I've entered my heat today."
You swallow, nodding for her to continue. It was only a matter of time before it occurred, and honestly, you were just glad you no longer had to shamefully masturbate when she left in the mornings.
"Are you… ready, to have children?" She asks hesitantly, "I want to, badly, but are you okay with that and all the pursuit of it will bring?"
Nodding again, you wonder what she could be speaking of. You weren't aware of the specifics of how they did the deed, but you'd yet to see a non-human it wouldn't be an enjoyable experience with.
She smiles, "I'm happy to hear so. Could you finish stripping, please?"
You do as she removes her shirt, pants, and, for the first time you've born witness to, her panties. A bit unusually, she seems to have two separate slits by themselves, rather than within a labia, but you chalk it up to her being based off an amphibian.
Stepping forward, she positions herself above you, completely dwarfing your body. Her gut sags onto your chest, and her legs devour your own entirely. A humongous tongue, as wide as your thigh and half as thick, laps at you playfully. You sputter, laughing, and she joins in, cheerful ribbits filling your ears as warmth spills across your face and down your neck. Your hands reach up to grasp at her massive love handles, absent-mindedly petting her sides as she coats your cheeks in slobbery affection.
After a few moments, she pulls back, adjusting herself so she can grasp your cock with a palm. She strokes you, gently teasing your dick into action as you suppress a lusty moan. Even at full mast, her grip is larger than your tool, cool flesh kneading sparks of pleasure from your shaft. When she's ready, she angles you upwards, causing you to jolt as your tip slips against a wet slit, which she slowly buries your member inside.
Her walls are a silky paradise. They pulse around you, massaging euphoria straight into your mind. A whimper escapes your lips, and she groans atop you, arching her back slightly. Attempting to lift off of you, she instead only makes it an inch as the ecstasy overwhelms you both briefly, gasps fluttering out of your lungs. She recoups her composure and begins again, steadily exposing your penis to the comparatively cold air. Her folds drag along each bit she frees, their unwillingness to part making the process more strenuous as she fights to not collapse into you prematurely.
When only your glands remain within her, she drops, pounding your waist and sending lightning up your spine. You both cry out in unison, pain forgotten underneath the joy of carnal contact. Her second time retreating is smoother, and the following clap more natural. You brace yourself as she finds a sustainable pace for your love-making, humping into her on every plunge, adding just a little bit more sweetness to the ordeal. Your hands tighten on her sides, holding on for dear life as she pummels you again and again. Neither of you are conscious of the noises you create at this point, a swirling cacophony of jubilant exclamations echoing off the wooden walls of your abode.
As her sex engulfs yours once again, you twist your hips below her, including a new dimension of gratification to the mix. Your dick rubs against her interior, rotating as bumps and bends rush down its sides. You're getting dangerously close, but she shows no signs of letting up, each crash earning a yelp from your sensitive form.
On her next rise, you warn her with a desperate lilt to your voice, "fuck, I'm close!"
She grins down at you, then slams into you with more force than any previous thrust. You groan, the sound emanating from deep in your soul as her pussy wrings you out, rope after rope of cum being greedily stolen by her heavenly snatch. You spasm underneath her, though her stomach keeps you from moving much. Waiting for you to finish, she only rocks lightly on her haunches, plucking what extra she can from your balls.
"All done?" She surmises once you quit convulsing.
"Y-yeah," you pant, catching your breath.
Pulling herself off you, she takes her time untangling your legs, sitting between them while she holds them apart.
"W-what are you doing?" You wonder, eyeing her from your cloud of post-nut bliss.
"We're only halfway done," she answers, and you spot something emerging from her second, higher hole. It looks like a cock, girthier than yours despite being about the same length.
You shudder, "uh, honey?"
She meets your gaze, "You fertilized my eggs, but I need to lay them now. Hold still; I'll be tender as can be."
You gulp, closing your eyes. You trust her, but it's a scary sight nonetheless. Taking a deep breath, you feel it press against your taint, leaking ample precum in preparation for its dive. The pressure increases sluggishly, letting you get used to its presence. A gasp tears from your core when it finally splits you, painlessly sliding inside your rectum. Bit by bit it stretches you out, and you tense, instinctually trying to reject the intrusion.
"Relax," she commands, "it will feel strange, but fighting it will only make the experience less fun."
You do as she says, muscles untensing to admit her further access. Her ovipositor distends your guts as it leisurely crams itself within you. A mewl slinks from your mouth as she passes over a particularly sensitive area, and you clamp down on her rod in shock. Your own member, which had never truly softened, was stiff again, and you lurch into her for more.
It's her turn to moan as you take over, fucking yourself on her as the weirdness fades and the desire to feel full dominates your thoughts. Each swing of your hips grinds her against your prostate; flashes of white-hot pleasure etch themselves into your skull every time. She yanks your legs around her belly, tugging you closer as her knees move around your torso.
She croaks out, "I-I'm close, babe!"
Your eyes fly open for the first time to see her clenching hers shut. You never thought you'd say anything like this in your life, but it feels too good to stop yourself: "fill me up, please~!"
She obliges, sent over the edge by your begging, her dick throbbing as marble-sized orbs shoot out into your intestines. They apply increased force as they come, building up the heavy ecstasy stewing in your center. The last is deposited before you can orgasm yourself, however, and she withdraws while you're still twitching, horny and needy.
"Nooo," you whine, but she simply pats your head.
"Luckily for you, there's a third part I can drag out just for you~"
"W-what is it?" You gasp, surprised to learn there's yet another step in her mating ritual.
"My people call it 'Mother's Retreat'. Our young require about a month to incubate, and it's too dangerous to leave the human carrier – the mom – exposed to the elements during that timeframe."
Not giving you time to respond, her tongue lolls out of her maw, sticking to your upper chest and hauling you into her mouth. She wraps up your lower abdomen next, heaving the top half of you into her humid jaws. Her plush flesh is slick with saliva, and you're left to fumble around in the darkness as her tongue jerks you off with impressive dexterity. Your cries disappear down her gullet while you wiggle on her tongue and vocal sac. She sucks you further in, and you curl up around her slimy appendage as it continues mangling your cock unabated.
The oppressive heat melts you into compliant jelly, her tongue licking at your body, drawing yips and yowls from you. You squirm against her assault, inadvertently mashing more spit into your face as she flicks your nipples with quick strikes. One of your legs kicks out on reflex, but it's bound tightly and can't do more than quiver pathetically.
Struggling uselessly, you beg with empty promises as your penis is rolled and abused between her supple, glossy surfaces. Your captor never lets up her attack, determined to taste your cream before you're banished from the outside world for a month. Though you fight off completion, it encroaches all the same, bursting from your tip like a fountain to splatter across her tongue. She drinks it down with a low bellow, shaking you in your prison, slurps towing you to the back of her throat alongside your bonus flavoring.
It squeezes around you. Slippery, pillowy rings of muscle guide you away to a special chamber inside her, which cradles your weak body lovingly. Molding itself to you, it feels like a luxurious bed, albeit with a low ceiling while being much warmer and wetter than one ought to be.
"See you soon," you hear from far away as you drift off into the longest, most comfortable rest of your life.

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Sitting in front of his computer, Henry is spending yet another night glued to 4chan boards, hentai playing on his second monitor while he reads dumb political threads. A typical end to the day for him; maybe not how he likes it, but it's how he's made it. That is, until the earth itself starts shaking, the entire apartment block vibrating concerningly and interrupting his scrolling ritual.
*What in the hell?* he wonders, dragging himself out of his chair to peek through blinds he hasn't touched in years. The earthquake seems to stop suddenly, but he still checks just in case, and all he sees is a void. A light gray backdrop surrounds the building in every direction he can look at from this angle, and he rushes to the exit to confirm.
Pushing past other confused residents, he sprints for the stairs – slow going, but all the lights are out, so the elevators won't work. Reassuring himself, he reasons, *maybe it's just very, very thick fog, and the rattling snapped some critical wire.*
That's not the case he finds when he exits the building, though. At least there's something out here: a cobblestone path seemingly baked into the whiteish-gray ground, with two people standing on it, arguing. As he approaches, he can make their words out, even between his huffs and puffs from the unexpected exercise.
"The entire structure! All of it! They're going to fucking notice that, you know! I can't believe you'd do this…" The man waves his arms around, punctuating his statements with aggressive sweeps of his limbs.
The woman shouts back, upset. "They were going to die. Are you upset at me for wanting to help people?!"
"You didn't want to help people," the guy rebukes, "you just remembered the high you got from gambling on those other humans you saved and wanted a repeat!"
She doesn't respond to the accusation, glaring at him before looking away. Henry's gaze meets hers, and he rushes forward with a little of his own anger.
"Where the hell am I?" He demands of the two, glancing between each rapidly.
The man on his left takes a deep breath, turning to address Henry. "I'm so sorry. My… colleague here saved your lives in the most inconvenient way possible. Ugh, this is going to be such a pain to clean up…"
"Why?" His partner questions, obviously confused. "Just plop them all down somewhere heavily urbanized and be done with it."
"No, we can't do that-"
Henry cuts him off, upset at being spoken of in this manner. "Take me back to Earth! I never asked to leave. This place sucks ass."
The woman snorts at the request, nodding along as she observes their sparse environment.
The other one, however, shuts him down with a sigh. "No, you can't go back. You're supposed to be dead there, and you've already seen that there's other universes."
"I- wait what?" Henry's rant stumbles, taken aback by the new knowledge. "Whatever. Who cares? Just do it, you dickhead!"
"As eloquent and thankful for help as a leech." The lady notes, unimpressed.
"I'll give him to one, then," the man smirks, raising an arm.
"To a leech? Why waste a human?"
"Not an actual leech, you-" are the last words Henry hears as he's whisked away to yet another new location, this one a dense, overcast forest.
He's immediately assaulted by the songs of birds, chirps of insects, and rustling of leaves from all sides. "What. The. Fuck!" He screams to the sky, silencing the nature around him. Stomping to a small clearing, he stops, spotting an unusual being bending down for something in the grass. With a large, bulbous abdomen and six spindly, chitinous legs, he's convinced at first it's a massive spider, until the human portion raises itself off the ground and he realizes its a human-spider hybrid, definitely female.
*Maybe they were blessing me after all,* he grins, walking forward with unreasonable confidence for the foreignness of the land he's in. Before he makes it two steps, she's spun around to face him and launched herself at him, pinning him to the soil with ease.
"O-okay," he sputters, "a little aggressive, b-but I'm alright with that!"
She ignores him, using her human arms to keep herself off the forest floor in place of her frontal legs so she can pick him up with four limbs.
"H-hey, what are you doiiiiiing!"
She rotates him upside down and back against at ridiculous speeds, looping thick, white rope across his body as he goes. It's a dizzying, nauseous experience, but thankfully she slows down after a handful of tosses, breathing heavily.
"Why do you have to be so damn fat?" She grumbles to herself, hefting him up and over the thread now instead of holding him suspended in the air.
"H-hey! I'm not fat, just unconventionally attractive."
She rolls her eyes at his protests. "Sure, man. Whatever you say."
"I mean it!"
"I don't care." Her wrapping continues throughout their bickering, the sticky strings squeezing his lard snugly as he's painstakingly bound under her. He struggles a bit, but it's a lost cause. The substance is firm, but flexible where it needs to be, and hopelessly strong against any efforts to break out from within it.
"W-what are you doing, anyway?" He forces a nervous laugh, letting out an 'oof' as she flops him onto his front again. "This is kind of a weird way to greet your new husbando."
She stares at him when his back hits the dirt. "You really have no idea what I am?"
"An Arachne…?" He guesses, praying it's the kind he's familiar with.
"Uh, no. I have no idea who those are. I'm a Leaping Lady, and you're my new food supply."
Panicking, he starts begging, but she targets his head with the next section of her spool, silencing his cries. "Sorry, but not sorry," she tells him, "I'm sick of buying refrigerated, day-old blood bags from the supermarket and having everyone judge me for it. It's not my fault! Human blood is all I can eat. So shut up and accept this; it's better for everyone."
*Not me,* he groans inwardly, resigned to his fate as she finishes her task.
Stepping off of him, she wipes grime and stray blades of grass from her palms, grinning down at his bundled form. Although she left his eyes and nose uncovered, as far as he's concerned it's just a way for him to fret about his coming demise.
"Done, finally," she celebrates mutedly. "Now away you go."
The strand connecting him to her abdomen yanks on him, and to his disbelief he's slowly pulled towards the small hole her excretions exited from. Muffled shouts and pleas express his feelings to her well enough, and she snaps at him.
"It's only for a bit, stop whining."
She reorients herself so his feet easily slide through the quickly widening gap, slick fluid lubing his skin-tight webbing as he's tugged inside. Even through her silk he can feel her interior gripping his legs, pulsing minutely and expanding to let him pass. His weight seems to be of no consequence to her in this position; she's effortlessly able to hold her stance as his knees, then thighs, then hips curve up and disappear into her. The size difference really hits him then; her insectoid half is twice his height in length, her human torso a couple feet taller than his entire figure. He's dangling from her, head far from the greenery beneath him.
When the lips to her rear embrace his cock, he groans. Despite her hostile intentions, being manhandled by a woman as beautiful as her – his only critique that her breasts weren't FF, hardly even D – caused a very predictable reaction below, and her swaddling encouraged it to stay that way. Thus, he was hard and ready for her, freely overwhelmed by the pressure her opening applied.
It passes in a moment, but, greedy for more, he thrusts upward, scraping what little pleasure he can from her soft, fleshy insides rubbing along the prison over his dick. Her abdomen bulges around his stomach, strange slurping noises escaping it as it fights to pull him in. Uncaring, he keeps humping her, much to her annoyance.
"Darn pervert. Just my luck…"
Once he's fully within her, she begins walking, each step causing his meat cage to sway, not that he notices. He's too busy grinding against the walls of the enclosure that have squished down to fit him as well as the rope does. Hot and humid, though enjoyably so, he moans with lust as slimy juices coat what's left exposed of his face.
The contact he can manage just isn't enough for him to get far, and he arches higher, desperate for more sensation from her supple interior. Her body interprets his actions as a danger to it, crushing him harder in an attempt to get him to quit. It has the opposite effect, providing more stimuli for the needy captive and invigorating his badly out-of-shape spirit.
Their dance takes on a predictable pattern; a smush from her muscles inspires a straining of his hips against her, which triggers a repeat. He inhales deeply, burning lungs filling with the musk of her bodily fluids, making his head spin and his member twitch. Rasping, he breathes her in once more as her chamber mashes his fat between its different sides. The scent is intoxicating, mind-warping, and it becomes just as important to him as getting off.
Suddenly, a breeze blows over his head, and his angry cell shifts from pulping him into submission to ejecting him. The trip out is much faster, and in seconds he's laying on a dirt floor, the quality so pleasant he could almost call it comfortable. On his back, he's completely incapable of tracking her movements, letting out feeble cries to inform her he hadn't finished yet.
Her face appears over his, glaring at him. "You didn't even mean to make this difficult, did you? You're just that oblivious."
She sits him upright against a wall, slipping a finger between his lips and her weavings, a weird-smelling liquid covering her digit unsticking that portion from him so she can push it aside. Reaching over, she grasps jerky of some unknown meat and presses it to his mouth.
"Eat. My mom told me not to feed on someone with an empty stomach." Then, quieter, "even if it looks like you don't need it."
Cautiously, he bites down on her offering, chewing it tentatively. It tastes alright, though it's a bit tough. Swallowing, he tries to speak, but she crams another piece in before he can get a word out. In this way, she feeds him a full meal – by her reckoning of a human diet, not his. Her expression takes on a relaxed, almost doting vibe, confusing him greatly.
*Wasn't she going to eat me? What's up with her?*
When the flow of grub ends, he pipes up. "I thought you were gonna consume me now. Why waste food on me?"
Blinking, she spaces out for a while, dumbfounded. Eventually, she replies, "Did you think I was going to kill you? Crap, dude, I'm not evil. I'm just going to suck some of your blood so I can not die."
"Then why tie me up and kidnap me? Why not just do it there and then? Actually, what were you doing in the woods, if you shop for blood at a fucking store?"
"I was picking flowers, but that became a pointless activity after you appeared." She frowns. "I was kind of hoping this, the two of us, could be a more permanent arrangement. The whole cocooning thing is instinct, though. Like how tiny spiders do it before melting their prey and drinking their insides."
He goes pale at the mental image, and she slaps him lightly. "Leaping Ladies don't spit digestive acids, idiot. And I'm not going to turn you into a husk."
Maw splitting apart to reveal sharp fangs, she adds, "that being said, stay still – for your own sake."
Freezing, he watches with bated breath as she leans down to his shoulder. Her teeth cleanly pass through the white coils trapping him and sink into his skin. When they puncture, however, he feels no pain; instead, a chemical cocktail disperses throughout his bloodstream, carrying bliss wherever it goes. He groans, midsection jolting with the memories of the journey here, her venom reigniting his smoldering hormones into a roaring bonfire.
She drinks eagerly, hollow frontal incisors acting as straws for her to gulp down his essence. The site of the wound is incredibly sensitive, and the suction she applies to it feels as if she's wrapped her lips around his penis, drawing throaty moans and whines from his core. Bucking up at the air, his desire is reluctantly satiated by one of her human hands, which strokes him patiently, some of the anti-adhesive concoction left over from earlier allowing her direct access to him.
He cries out in ecstasy as deft fingers tease his shaft, running across its entire length to deliver salacious blows to his most susceptible nerves. Annoyed, her other hand clamps onto his lips, but it can only muffle his sounds of euphoria.
"Beah guhd snahk and bee scilehnt." She commands, fangs still buried within him.
He groans but ceases his noise-making, gritting his teeth as her two-pronged attack sets his body alight with elation. Each suckling swig that rings audibly from her mouth drains his resistance, every whispery touch below luring his balls closer to release. He grunts to suppress another mewl, and she rewards his obedience with a thumb inside his mouth.
He's upon it immediately, lips and tongue treating it as if it was a teat of youth itself. She chuckles at him, her ministrations turning forceful yet gratuitous, knowing he's hers not only for the moment but as long as she wants him. She realizes his actions are not ones of a human used to being needed but one starved of being wanted and reassures herself in the knowledge he'll be her meal willingly from now on. He's still a massive pervert and a little creepy at times, but she can't argue against it much; her first thought on sight was to kidnap him.
Her carnal massage intensifies, sending sparks up his spine and across his neck. Swallowing around her finger, he pants helplessly in her clutches. He can feel himself coming closer to the edge, over the point of no return, and tries to warn her, but all that he can do is emit a low keen as a digit twirls over his tip and finishes him. Cum soaks the webs bundling his waist; she retreats from her feeding spot as he spasms through his orgasm, licking the injury to aid in sealing it.
Withdrawing from his mouth, she eases him to the end with two hands on his joystick, afterwards cradling him in his dreamy post-nut high before twisting 180 degrees to entomb him in her once again. He doesn't struggle, jerk, or try to pleasure himself within her this time. Instead, he accepts it quietly, curling this way and that a bit to secure a better resting posture in his double-layered silky-fatty cocoon.
She lays – sits may be more accurate to an observer – down on her abdomen and thorax, contorting her human and spider halves so she can perch her head on a pillow of cotton and hay next to where she can sense the outline of his figure inside her.
"Good night, sweet morsel."
He mumbles something from her depths, but she can't make it out. She doesn't need to; she knows he's enamored with her. Together, they fall fast asleep, content in the present of the other.
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"Wow, they really were meant for each other." Farelia admits, satisfied with Ranolien's choice.
"Told you. Two leeches stealing what their counterpart doesn't value from them."
"That's a pretty harsh judgement, no?"
"Fuck would I care? They're mortals. Did you take care of the rest?"
"Yup! Spread them far and wide, like you asked."
"Good, good. I'll see you some other time, then. DO NOT pull anything like this again."
"Aye aye, grumpypants."

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Oh, fuck. You might actually be lost in this mess of trees and tall bushes. Spinning around, you try to orient yourself based on the setting sun, but you had left its changing course untracked, leaving it a useless marker to judge your trajectory off of. You begin to wonder why you ever thought this was a good idea. Running away from home in a hissy fit? You weren't a child anymore, you were twenty! All because your mom suggested you be married off to a Waatu…
You've done stupider and come out okay. Once it becomes dark out, you can climb a tree on this mountain slope and simply pick out home by its candlelight. Encouraged by your quick thinking, you survey your options for when the time comes, analyzing each with your limited experience hoisting yourself up expansive trunks and sparse branches. So embroiled are you by this task you're completely oblivious to the massive monstrosity creeping up behind you until it lays a paw on your shoulder, giving you a minor heart attack as you jump and twist around in shock.
You stare up in terror at the bipedal creature. It has at least three feet on you, the definition of muscle still apparent underneath its thick pelt, primitive clothes draped over its form yet incapable of disguising her bosom as anything but when your eyes skim her figure. Colored a glossy silvery-blue, her fur ruffles in the breeze as she watches you, amusement flickering across her face at your horror.
"Hello," she greets you, her grip not leaving your arm.
"H-hi," you start, scared witless by the sight of the Leopardfolk hunter. A 'snow' variant, no doubt from much higher up the mountain, you fight to keep from staring inappropriately or breaking down. There's a good chance you just threw yourself out of the cooking pot into the campfire here, but with some luck this could be a boon instead.
"What's a small thing like yourself doing, wandering around by himself so close to night?" Her paw slides across your shoulder, cushioned paw pads caressing your neck as she reaches to brush your cheek gently.
You are so screwed. "Just trying to get home. M-ma'am." She purrs at the honorific, but you continue, stumbling over your words in desperation. "T-to my family, who are expecting me, and probably very worried at my tardiness."
Squatting down, her maw comes very close to your chest, strong sniffs sending ripples along the fabric of your shirt as she inspects you. "I smell no scent intense enough to imply a significant other." Her tone has shifted from playful to serious, her cutting gaze accusing you of espousing a great falsehood.
"P-parents and siblings- but I'm soon to be married off!" Your pleading has the opposite effect you hoped for, her expression lighting up at the admission.
"You need not worry about such things any longer," her short snout approaches your face, dwarfing it by its lonesome. Her tongue darts out, tasting your skin, then extends again, longer, smearing saliva up your face to your forehead. Though rough in texture, the barbs do not irritate what the scrape along, feeling more like a quality washcloth.
You shudder under her affection, and she pulls back to firmly grasp you with both hands.
"Why are you frightened? What did you hope would happen, when you ran into the wilderness by yourself?"
Her questions echo in your ears, and you realize she mistook your foolish wanderlust for something perhaps a bit more carnal. "I- nothing, I just needed to get out, you know? Not be cooped up- to be able to think, alone."
Her ears flick back momentarily, nose flexing to release a snort. The gust of hot air pushes past your hair, causing you to squint against it.
"What naive prey you are."
Understanding then that your fate is sealed, a stifled sob powers past your lips. You're immediately wrapped in soft fluff and her harder, weathered clothes, skull-sized breasts sealing your head in luxury as her chin slinks overtop you.
"Don't cry," she worries, soothing words flowing freely, "you are not meat. You are… a beloved trophy, of sorts, to be protected and cherished. I will not let any ill fall upon you; your days will be easy and your nights warm. No longer will you need to fear being lost, for I shall always find you, so that you can walk to your heart's content any time."
Thick arms swaddle your back, rubbing patiently, and you return the gesture. Maybe, you think, she was kinder than her appearance and your assumptions gave her credit for. Maybe, instead of a roaring fire, you had landed in a puddle, and could finally cool off.
"Let's get you home. Tomorrow, we shall visit your parents and assuage their worries."
You withdraw slightly, her hold abating to allow it. "Shouldn't we do that now?"
Her look pins you, trapping your vision to one another. "Not before I have claimed you fully."
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She brings you to her home in a bridal carry, letting you snuggle up to her as the wind picks up, beginning to howl as the sun leaves and takes its heat with it. She shares her food with you in the safety of her cave, a delicious stew spooned from a rough iron pot, and you laugh at the reminder of your earlier metaphor.
Now, you rest in front of a dying fire, watching coals glow and embers flicker dark from her lap. Her legs are spread, her left supporting your neck and back with your legs hooked over her right. So far, she had been nothing but pleasant; although that and her soft, fuzzy body nearly lulls you to sleep, a prickling anxiety keeps you awake. When would she 'claim' you?
A chuff behind you steals you from your thoughts. "You're adorable, my mate," she admits.
"T-thanks?" You stutter while a blush overtakes your cheeks, burying your face partially in her thigh's fat in hopes of hiding it.
"I am loath to admit, but I possess no comfortable sleeping arrangements for you. Fortunately, I have a plan to get around the issue."
"Huh?" You mutter into her, having completely rolled over, unable to resist nuzzling into her supple flesh.
She maneuvers you onto your feet, taking off her clothes and bidding you to do the same. The sight of her towering over you, naked and glistening in need, ensures your body quickly mirrors hers, much to her delight. Ignoring your yelp of surprise, huge digits fondle your rear, pudgy pads digging into your own pliant rump to raise you upwards. Another paw on your back maintains your balance as she brings you towards her snatch.
"Aim yourself, please."
Burning with embarrassment at the strange situation, you pinch the base of your shaft between your fingers, angling it as she draws you closer. The dimming firelight is nearly enough to see by, but the rapidly increasing temperature is its own guide. She jolts when you brush her outer labia with your tip, though you never feel like your position is in jeopardy. Easing you nearer, your glands are slowly swallowed by her pussy, sending you gasping at the silky sensation of her insides.
Her tail ties your legs together above the knees, and her trifecta of binding limbs drag you to the hilt within her. You're slammed into her boobs, plump blubber coated in heavenly fuzz molding around your face as your head is forcefully nestled between them. She moans as she pulls you out slowly; her heaving chest pushes against you as you're thrust back in.
Her manhandling continues, uninterrupted by the series of whimpers and groans you release from inside her tits. Completely engulfing your hips, her thighs clasp down on your waist with absolute but harmless pressure in order to keep you deep within her on a particularly impactful impalement. Her left arm relaxes to let your skull fall out of its perfect prison, and she squints down at your red face.
"R-reach down, touch my clit." She commands, and you obey without question.
Your hand snakes down her chubby stomach, which greedily hoards the excesses from each of her hunts, slipping through increasingly dense fur until it finds smooth flesh: her labia. From there, you fumble around in haste, stroking all you can manage with you two joined so closely, until by the sheer magnitude of your ministrations you tease the nub out from its hood.
Mashing you back into your downy cell, she shakes around you with a deep sigh, vibrating your whole form. A husky purr picks up around you, creating friction below the belt and tugging a pathetic cry from your core. She loosens around you pelvis just enough so that she can lug you up and down, fur coddling you as you slide against it over and over, pleasure bleeding from her tight walls, cock drowning in her love.
Suffocating in her melting heat, the chilly winds outside are a distant memory you're happy to forget. Your unoccupied fingers quest along her fluffy side to her butt, and you test her plush tentatively, hand sinking in eagerly when her purring only grows in volume. You squeeze ample meat and fleece alike in an effort to not lose your grip while she jerks you in and out of her cunt. When you begin massaging her ass and clitoris in sync, an uncharacteristically vulnerable mewl echoes around her abode and your journey up and down her thighs gains a frantic edge to it.
"Good boy~ Keep it up, m-my worthy prize," her praise seeps through your lust-addled thoughts to warm your soul.
You knead her, aggressively smushing her tubby cheeks with glee at the same time you twirl femcum-soaked fingers around her sensitive mound. A torrent of curses follow her rushed huffs as she pumps you like an oversized dildo. The warmth of the fire on your back is nothing compared to the sweltering figure you're pressed up against, currently fucking you to pieces between her legs.
Suddenly, she halts her assault, lowering herself to her knees. Hugging you flush to her torso, she completely restrains your movement – your hands are still free, just trapped – while her hips start shifting, rocking into you carefully, not allowing your twin highs to die even as she leads you away from the edge of orgasm. You're content to warble meaninglessly into her ribs, petting her hips with both hands now. Her fur is like satin to your skin; endlessly welcoming to your aching body.
"C-can," she pauses to breathe, then continues, "can you believe you were scared of this?"
You nuzzle into her, arms clenching tight to her abdomen as a tremor runs down your spine. "No-oooo…"
"Me neither-" a slight twist of her hips rubs folds and edges into your dick in new ways, and the rest of her breath is lost in a gasp. "Every night, I shall take you like this, grinding you down until you beg. Only once you exhaust yourself pleading for me shall I let you finish, and you will know that you are mine, forever and always."
Her walls churn around your member, and you gulp in anticipation. "Are you- you could have just asked me to do that."
"I need the reality of your situation to fully sink in to your mind."
You roll your eyes, despite them being shut. "Please, oh powerful huntress, let me cum."
"No." She resumes rolling against you, unmoved by your admittedly unserious words.
The two of you follow in that pattern for some time, your sarcastic pleas falling on deaf ears, all the while her salacious torture becomes more and more unbearable, and you start to be more genuine in your cries. Her purrs temporarily gain strength at each sound you make, but her actions do not stall or change. You realize she might have been deadly serious about the 'exhaustion' bit.
"O-okay, please! It's too much; let me finish-" you moan shamelessly when you're rewarded with a partial drop, the soft 'plap' noise barely reaching you through your muffs. "W-what do you want? Mistress, please, I'm begging you. I-I can't take it…"
A growl tears through the air, her rutting speeding up significantly. "Say that again~" she tempts, harsh jolts of soft, slippery insides running across your sensitive, yearning member make the proposition impossible to refuse.
"Please, Mistress! I can't do this anymorrrre." You're too far gone to worry about silly concepts like dignity, the words escaping your mouth more needy than her most lewd yowls combined.
"Say you're mine, pet."
"I-I'm yours! Please, I'm all yours," you groan in agony, ecstasy mounting much too slowly for your tastes.
She slams down onto you, her own arms buckling under the strain she's put them through in an effort to keep you above the ground. "Then cum, toy."
The next impact breaks her failing hold, and you fall to the floor, body pinned to the hard stone below by her massive form. You hardly notice, semen flying from your tip as she milks you like a stud, coming down harshly onto your hips with wild abandon. Choking on a gasp, you spasm into her depths, utterly overcome by her might. A badly subdued snarl erupts when her own frenzy devolves into twitches. Bending over, she bites down on your neck, only just piercing your skin as you shout in pain. Together, you ride out the last waves of your shared orgasm, and she curls up around you while it ends. You find yourself cradled in her lap, her large tongue cleaning your mark almost apologetically.
"Sorry I dropped you." She murmurs before stretching out on her back.
You sprawl across her figure, resting your head on one of her breasts. Relatively speaking, they're rather average, but the size difference makes them excellent pillows for your drained body. "That's alright. Why'd you bite me?"
"Instinct. I could not help myself."
"Huh," that's not a rabbit hole you have the energy for right now.
A paw comes up to scratch your scalp, and you can tell from her wandering gaze she wants to say something.
"What is it?" You ask, as casually as you can.
"What do you think I should bring your parents tomorrow? For the dowry, I mean."
You bury yourself into her titflesh. "That's seriously what's on your mind right now?"
The gentle rubs turn to a pressure holding you down. "I wasn't thinking much, when I found you. I was… quite horny. To be honest, I am worried what your parents will think of me."
You force a short chuckle. "They'll probably thank you for giving them grandkids and getting me out of the house."
"Truthfully?" She peers down at you, not all her concern banished.
"You'll be okay." You assure her. Then, "I love you."
You swear you can see her cheeks burn through her fur. "I love you too, pet."

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You haul yourself up the slope of an uncharacteristically steep hill in this otherwise flat grassland. The sun is mild on your skin, whipping winds almost making the temperate day seem cold. Cresting the top, you're greeted with a flowing sea of scales glittering in the light, glinting in a vast array of colors as they shift and bend over each other. You watch for a bit, mesmerized by their beauty, until you notice eyes studying you in kind.
An anthropomorphized snake head stares at you from a loop in its twisting tail, the hood of a cobra decorating its sides as forward-facing eyes pin you down from all the way across its serpentine body. Nearly as wide as two semi-trucks side-by-side, it rises when your gazes meet, and you notice it's a she – weird that a snake has boobs, but you toss that thought aside; it's a massive fucking snake! You stumble back, then turn around to flee, but in a blink she surrounds you. Towering palisades of scale encircle you, narrowing the small patch of space you have to maneuver in on subsequent passes. Though silent, the speed at which she moves is terrifying; you were doomed the moment she spotted you.
"How curious for a morsel to wander out here, alone." Though she's speaking at full volume, you get the distinct impression she's not talking to you at all. "It hardly knows the danger its in yet. Poor thing." Just letting you hear her plan your fate.
"I-I'm sorry for intruding!" You bow your head in respect, "I had no idea anyone lived out here, much less a being as great as you."
Reaching down with both hands, she shreds your clothes and pulls you toward her face in one clean motion. She cups your form with one hand, the other swiveling perpendicular to allow her thumb to thread between your legs, up from your groin to press into your mouth, quieting your diplomatic begging. The digit is not quite as wide as your chest, but it is much thicker. The smooth scales laying on you stimulate your member, and you flush in shame as it greets her eagerly.
"Oh?" She asks, a wicked smile manifesting on her half-human, half-snake lips, "perhaps I can tease some extra seasoning from this snack before it goes down~" The very front of her snout is adorned by plump, human-like vermilion, while the sides' face downwards, their pink plushness hidden except when she opens her mouth.
Her left thumb locks your body to her palm when its counterpart lifts off you to point towards the sky. The generous tissue lugged along from your right shoves you away to the divots between her fingers, where your head settles, comfortable despite the nerve-racking circumstances. Her jaws part, revealing her long, fat tongue, which curiously does not end as you would expect a snake's to but as a person's does. Salaciously, she brings it to bear on her vertical digit, coating every section of its soft underside in her drool. The hand confining you rotates so you can see it happen unimpeded by the imposing bar across your ribs, and you can't look away as her tongue leisurely sashays against each inch of her finger, slick fluids squelching between the two undeniably heavenly surfaces. You're at full mast by now, your embarrassment only multiplying.
Finally satisfied, she ends your emotional torture by beginning a different kind. The tip of her thumb runs along your genitals, and the fact you can't watch it from over her restraint makes the pleasure all the more poignant in your mind. She grinds your shaft until you squirm, then groan, then roll into her ministrations, her still-warm saliva being worked into your entire pelvic region and then some by her diligent, unwavering thumb.
She breaks you down until the shame fades and you forget the subtle threats she dropped. All there is in your world are her hands and your needy cock; you strain against your bonds, crying out hopelessly for more. Leering at you, she regards you as one would a fascinating culinary spread: appealing, temporarily intriguing, even, but ultimately meant to be destroyed for someone else's – her – enjoyment.
You feel yourself preparing for release and, not wanting to potentially upset the one with power over your very life, warn her, "I'm g-getting close!"
She doesn't acknowledge this, continuing at the same pace for several more seconds before coming to a gradual halt, right on the very edge of your physical limits. Her instrument of euphoria is removed as you try to hook it with your legs and finish on your own, and that act is the only one to draw a response from her.
"Tsk. Pesky meals always attempt pre-flavoring."
Her head advances forward, maw hanging slightly ajar only a couple feet from you. Hot air washes from her mouth, a sickly sweet aroma crashing over you accompanied by the faint scent of rot. It embraces you, warmth seeping into your bones as you gag. Her lips spread wider, allowing her tongue to make a re-appearance.
This time, however, it laps at your feet before pulling your ankles and knees tight against each other in one singular coil, clamping your thighs together with the next and barely missing your balls. Sliding under her thumb, it loops around your ass, skillfully avoiding your penis to paint your whole abdomen in her spit. Once it secures your back in its grasp her hand falls away, leaving you wiggling inside a cocoon of heat and slime. You risk a glance down and your heart flies to your throat; you're held suspended by just her tongue, which your dangling toes below can only graze.
She catches the terror in your eyes, laughing to herself. This only aggravates your fear, as her tongue jiggles with you precariously contained within. Whimpering, you clench your eyelids shut, flexing against her viscous, satiny appendage to prop yourself up that little bit more.
Perhaps a spark of empathy pierces her heart, because she distends her lower jaw to fit you in upright. Her tongue ripples around you, earning a squeak of horror that dissolves into moans as she massages every part of you simultaneously. Thus overwhelmed, you don't notice her trap slowly shutting until the darkness is absolute, merely the direction of her breath left to orient you. That's when you realize you're lying horizontally now, hot, steamy gusts meandering over your face as you blink against the pleasure engulfing you. None of you is safe from her onslaught: your nipples are battered, your taint is violated, and your dick is turned to mush under her 'affections'.
Just when you think she'll grant you the right to an easy climax, her tongue unravels, leaving you panting on a sumptuous, slippery platform. You flop onto your stomach. Pissing her off doesn't matter to you anymore, seeing as you're simply awaiting the end at this point, so you start humping her, desperate for completion.
An overpowering hiss shocks your senses, and you find your back crushed painfully into her palate with such force you can't manage even a little friction any longer.
"You wretched little shit," her voice echoes in the closed chamber of her mouth, pronunciation unhindered by your presence, "I can go without the free sauce, you know. Maybe I'll just consume you now, before you can cum." The sounds rattle your ears and drown your thoughts in its intensity.
You plead for mercy, renouncing all your wrongdoings for the chance at sexual relief.
"Mmmm," a gentle hum kneads your flesh from inside your living, skin-tight sleeping bag. "Then again, free is free. I'll just have to put this deviant in its place."
At such a sedate rate you resort to counting the time between each movement to stay sane, her tongue glides along your form, teasing your abused body. The pressure never abates, so you never have the opportunity to add to your arousal of your own accord. Stuck, you are left with no option but to survive this hell, even as it drags on and on.
The sheer lack of effort she needs to put in to make you suffer like this underscores how incredibly helpless you are in her clutches, and the humiliation from earlier makes a comeback, vying against your lust for dominance over your attention. Her presence is unbeaten by both, however, mashing your thoughts to slush and sucking them away down the void of her throat, never to be considered by you again. You moan abashedly into her gullet, and she chuckles at your unwilling state of hormonal inebriation, sending more vibrations to torment you.
The buildup comes in piecemeal, so unhurried and unspectacular compared to the bliss of her soaked, satiny oscillations that you don't recognize its approach. Every other huff of her muzzle's musk escapes you as a groan or mewl of ecstasy. Caught up in her game, you also fail to notice each gulp becoming more pronounced and lengthy, her throat eager to whisk you away from the world forever.
All goods things must eventually come to an end, however; almost impatiently, she breaks her pattern of deliberate, hedonistic agony-inducing waggling to rapidly milk you for all you're worth. Her stomach growls far below, the only warning of your future as you blast against her tongue. You yowl as electric delight courses up your spine, cum splattering between you and your captor, the writhing of the both of you spreading it across your front before it disappears in a flash of suction just for more to gush out.
"By the gods, that taste never gets old." She explains why with a sadistic tilt to her voice, "the succulence born of a human loosing itself to me is greatest when I know it's their last."
Her words don't really register in your brain, still swooning atop her tongue in post-nut heaven. What does register, however, is her head turning to face upwards, and your once snug, unyielding mat of blubbery meat loosening. You drop with an unmanly yelp, plummeting down only to be seized by the walls of her throat.
Its muscles escort you away with strong contractions passing from its top to its bottom in waves. You're buried up to your thighs already, and each new constriction yanks you deeper. The tunnel is sweltering, more lubricious than any part of her you felt previously, and you groan as it swallows your hips. Still quite sensitive, you struggle against it, just a hapless meal deluding yourself into thinking you have even a sliver of hope in your ununique predicament.
You raise your chin as her throat encroaches on your neck, taking one last breath before you're surrounded by undulating – yet soft and squishy – brawn. You're hauled lower and lower, the full-body massage testing your lungs, until your feet break through to a new chamber. Undoubtedly her stomach, it accepts you gracefully. Neither still nor silent, it burbles and folds around you, compressing to fit you like a sheath around a sword.
Finally able to draw air again, you fill your lungs with the significantly less sweet stench of her gut. There's something in it, though, and you become drowsy, eyelids fluttering before you fall asleep within her. Her lining never stops cradling you, its doughy, wet surface malleable enough for you to sink partially into it during your penultimate moments.
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She pats the tiny bit of her she knows her treat is within, sighing in her own afterglow. Sticky fingers withdraw from her cunt, and she wipes them on the flattened grass carelessly.
"That was fucking amazing," she exclaims as she stretches, unsure whether he's actually awake to hear her or not.
While true Masobras must eat humans for sustenance – the sunlight gives them strength, but not nearly enough long-term – their intestines extract energy from their victims harmlessly. When her mate had first approached her with the idea of roleplaying a fatal encounter, she hadn't been sure about the idea, but it has turned out to be hot as hell. By tonight, she'll be able to ask him how he felt. Hopefully, she hadn't gone overboard with her improvised lines and he'd be up for a repeat, because she already wants to gobble him up a second time.

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Laying down on your wife's smooth, supple underbelly, you're half-asleep, basking in the warm glow of the sun as it beams down on you, her towering tail stacked on itself to protect from the harsh winds blasting across the flat terrain. Your day so far has been peaceful; since your breakfast of unleven bread and dried meat – kindly provided by the village your imposing spouse protects from bandits – you've just been snoozing here while she watches over the massive egg encasing your growing child.
Curling on your side, you nuzzle into her scales. They're incredibly soft despite their purpose of guarding her against the grass and rocks she slithers over, and you're content to rest on them – all day if you could. Unfortunately, your snake lover shifts, coming into view above you with a hungry look in her eyes. The vertical slits that make up her pupils sharpen. She's staring you down with an expression that would scare you if you didn't understand its true meaning: she's horny.
"Honey," she begins, "I've been feeling this… need in my chest, ever since I laid our baby, and I think I know how to fix it."
You stretch, yawning as your limbs spread out over her cushiony body. "Anything for you, dearest. What's the plan?"
"I… believe I need to start filling up on breastmilk."
You arch an eyebrow at her. "You don't do that naturally?"
"Uh, no," she lowers her head to you, close enough her exhales bumble over your form. Her musk is enticing as always with its sweet aroma, and her breath heats your skin in the absence of the sunlight she's blocking. "My tits need you the same way I do, to process your energy for our young. She won't be able to digest human energy raw until she's an adult, so I'll have to ration you between myself and my jugs, unless you think you can handle both." She winks, though the effect is somewhat diminished by the three layers of eyelid coming down and back one at a time.
"I'm willing to try, but your face tells me you want to do more than just slide me into you again."
Her pupils widen, lustful, and her hood flairs, the curled edges informing you she's doing the Masobra equivalent of blushing. "I'd like to make it fun, yes."
A large hand grips you in its plush palm, trapping your arms and pinning your legs, your cock hardening against the squishy pad of the finger covering it. Grinning, her face follows your figure as she hefts you upward. You smile back, and she leans in to kiss you, fat lips practically swallowing your skull despite the chaste nature of her affection. Pushing into her in the only way for you to meaningfully return it.
After several long, drawn-out seconds, her gentle pink flesh pulls back, splitting to let her tongue coat your head with a playful lick. You're then brought next to her areola, where she rubs you into her boob. Moaning, she drags you across its surface, dick-forward into her plump goodness, enjoying how you compress her pudge at her whim. You're overwhelmed by the full-body caress, bonelessly permitting her to play with you as you resist fucking her chub that molds around you so effortlessly.
"Head or feet first?" She asks, only slowing a fraction for you to respond.
"Feet, I guess."
Yanking you to her nipple, she confirms your choice with borderline sadistic glee, "head it is!"
The hole had already grown in the last few days to be sizeable enough to take your arm in, but her self-servicing with your ragdoll self has excited it to the point your cranium easily slips inside. Hot and stuffy, the tunnel undulates around you, matting your hair with slick lubricants. Another push sends your shoulders past the entrance, a guttural groan shaking you within her.
"Oh gods, I need you deeper."
It isn't until you're crammed in to your waist that she stops, a slobbery finger wrapping around you to stroke your cock, grinding it up into your abdomen. A wave of euphoria hits you as she mashes your member, and you sputter out a whimpering cry from inside her breast. Flailing, your legs smack against her other fingers as they hold you in place.
"Struggle all you like; you're stuck fast now~"
You love it when she gets like this. Something changes in her when her thoughts turn lewd, her otherwise kind and even a little bashful personality stepping back for a veneer of mildly cruel dominance to use you as a fucktoy. She never neglects you, and you have to admit it's very hot, so there's no reason not go with it. It's hard to believe that you were the one to introduce roleplaying, not her.
Obliging her, you wiggle in your slimy meat prison, flexing hopelessly into her. You're drooping into a small pocket barely tall enough to fit you inside laying down. She grunts, and you take a guess where her second hand disappeared off to. You're proven wrong when pressure bears into you from below, smushing the scant few inches of blubber encasing your front up into the rest of her, smothering you in heavenly heat. Her satiny interior pummels you as a single digit teases precum from your rod, but you continue fighting back.
Your efforts are appreciated, gasps and sensual whines occasionally breaking through the sounds of her churning entryway to grace your ears. Even with the intense forces assailing your figure, you feel nothing but wet flab massaging your entirety; it's a powerful whirlpool of pleasure your every action contributes to. Her boob seems to have a mind of its own, though, muscles shifting to heave you inward instead of merely accepting you, while her fist ensures you aren't spirited away to those dark depths – yet.
"If you cum, I'll keep you trapped in me for eternity, boy~"
"Yes ma'am," you mewl, though you know she can't hear you.
"Kick once if you understand, and twice for a live demonstration," she commands, her grasp loosening so you can comply.
Kicking once, you return to squirming inside her, squeezing yourself against the sides of the chamber you're being groped through, humping the tip of her finger as your own run across pliant folds and wrinkles you can't help but fondle. Her tiny – for her – brushes along your shaft pick up in speed, becoming sloppier in her haste.
"I'll hold you to that, morsel."
Tiring of toying with your herself, she glides you in to your knees. Your head barrels through her moist, glossy lining, but she rips you back out, pumping you in her duct. Spasms consume your body as your dick is whisked over her sleek flesh, your moans drowned out by her bellowing shudders vibrating all around you.
Her warning is brief, "oh fuck."
She freezes for a moment, then unwinds, her orgasm throwing you about, temporarily forgotten. Unwilling to part with its meal, her tit maintains its embrace of your torso, your corpulent cocoon hugging you in its drenched walls as the form its attached to writhes wildly. It's all you can do to ride it out, trusting that you're safe within her.
"O~oh," she mewls once it passes, clearly relishing your situation, "you didn't cum? Lucky for you. Unluckily, that was only half your journey. Since you survived this one, let's see how you fare inside my other breast."
You're quickly freed from one humid jail cell only to be jammed into another, this time facing up with your head sticking out so she can assault you with her tongue. She torments your own tiny nipples, painting your upper body in saliva while you try and fail to avoid thrusting against her cozy pit. Both her hands have abandoned you to rub one out far beneath you. Thus, any time her spongey organ drops your head, you find yourself precariously dangling from her boob, ground spinning as you squeak in fear.
She chuckles, lapping at the small of your back as she once more steals you from the brink of disaster. "What are you, a field mouse? I can hardly make you cum if you fall to your doom."
"That- that wasn't cool," you shiver.
Her gaze softens instantly, her only free appendage clutching you tighter. "Then give up already. Surrender to me and be imprisoned for the rest of your measly life."
"N-never!" You shout back, arms worming against her dexterous tongue. The battle resumes, but she never lets you start to plummet again.
It's a losing prospect for you. Her clenching ingress bring you closer and closer to finishing, her silky tongue driving gasps from your spent chest as it coordinates to fuck you into submission. There's only so much you can do to stave off the pressure in your balls, and with the gigantic snake woman determined to make you spill, your options shrink rapidly.
One last minute is all you can manage, though the euphoric cries from above let you know she's close behind. Her nipple crushes your pelvis, and you nut into her, moaning shamelessly in the air while your body quakes in her grasp. Her eyes light up in recognition, her tongue twisting to shove you all the way into her.
You find yourself sliding into a baggy holding similar to the last one, spread flat along her sodden pouch's walls as the familiar scent of her insides mixed with her specie's knockout gas fills your lungs. The thought of detaining you within her forever evidently sends her over the edge, judging by you being thrown around in your cage recklessly – though there's so little space you hardly shift except sideways – for several seconds.
You can just barely make out her voice through the thick flesh surrounding you, "sleep well, little man; you may be in there for a while…"
Oh well. It's pleasantly pillowy in here, and, as the tainted air lulls you to sleep, you roll onto your side to nestle yourself into your springy, muggy alcove, eyes quietly closing as you drift off.

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You lean over the ship's railing, watching the sun shimmer on the serene waves as it sinks away. Yet another day had been spent tending to the crew of this wooden vessel, and you weren't looking forward to the night. Frowning, you breathe in the salty tropical winds, grateful that the sights were at least worth the journey. When you had originally signed onto the ship, the Captain – a big bitch of a Wolfkin – promised you adventure as a cabin boy, and if you showed potential, higher wages and more responsibilities on the next mission. The other 'boys', as they're called by the sailors, are all non-humans, and while their tasks aren't much more glamorous than yours, at least their jobs didn't earn them the nickname 'Cabin Bunny'.
You sigh, relaxing on the magnificently carved planks of the guardrail. The four-hour rotations of the rest of the staff meant that you never got a true break, often being called upon even by those who didn't strictly need your attention like the two Cowminem guys did. The captain, always the cheerful lady, had assured you that your work is instrumental to the crew's high morale, but it is draining, degrading work. At the moment, no one is bothering you, which you're happy about, though you know in the back of your mind the shift is almost ready to change again and you'll be dragged below the deck once more.
You're so caught up in your ruminating that you don't hear the scraping of a barrel as it rocks against its loose bindings, coming free a second later to race towards your exposed rear. A shout of "look out!" from a deckhand startles you into action, but it's too late, and you're sent off the edge into the ocean. You flail when you hit the surface, limbs uselessly swinging about as your lack of swimming knowledge bites you in the ass. Currents sweep you away from the boat, and you sink like a rock into the depths. Blinded by the saltwater, you become hyper-aware of the increasing burn in your lungs as you fail to make any significant push upward.
Moments later, many, many squishy, fast-moving ropes envelop around you and pull you up – no, down. You're being ferried down by some sea creature with way more tentacles than you're comfortable with. You scream into the void, fruitlessly trying to rip your assaulter off your body as you're carried off to an underwater cave. With your eyes shut, the only tell for your environment is the stone above and beneath you that your arms smack into attempting to defend yourself.
"Hey." A voice not your own speaks directly into your brain, though the thought is so brief that with everything else going on, you ignore it. It echoes again, "hey!" grabbing your attention as your arms are pinned to your sides and your legs are pressed together by wriggling, slippery appendages that stick via suction to your body. You feel as though every bit of your body is covered by this person's flexible limbs; even your neck is wrapped up, the offending tendril prodding your closed lips.
Instructions come from a distinctly female tenor in rapid-fire impressions. "You're drowning. Let me in. I can help."
The fire in your lungs is almost overwhelming by this point, so, reluctantly, you open your jaw, letting her slimy extremity in. A gummy texture greets your teeth and tongue, the source uncaring that it skids against them. Its end parts in two, the hollow tube sending gusts of fresh air directly into your esophagus. Tensing slightly, its grip on your throat is secure but not choking, simply ensuring you don't jerk away and disconnect your lifeline. Circular adhesive cups guarantee they're unremovable with your hands restrained.
"Are you alright?" Her psychic presence is undetectable except when she chooses to 'talk', and that scares you a little. "It's okay," she continues, "a little fear is understandable. I'm not offended."
"Who are you?" You do your best to broadcast mentally, and you feel her amusement leak through.
"Just think normally; I can hear everything going on in there. I'm Casanna! It's nice to meet you."
Your thoughts turn into a jumbled mess. Between comprehending what just occurred, the situation that you're in – you're squeezed a little snugger at that – and wondering where you're going from here, nothing coherent is dredged up for her. Casanna doesn't seem to mind, however, funneling a mix of sympathetic and calming emotions into the quagmire that is your brain. Soft, human hands caress your cheeks and pat your head, causing you to blush and realize that, sometime during the struggle, you had lost all your clothes.
"Uhm-" you start, but she cuts you off.
"It's easier to keep you warm like this," she explains, and you notice that her body is actually blocking your heat from escaping out through the water, so thoroughly is she coating you.
Thanking her for saving your life, you catch your tongue exploring the organ she shoved between your palates and apologize profusely.
She just giggles. "No worries! It honestly feels nice…" a short stab of lust follows the last word, which is quickly replaced by embarrassment, as if she hadn't meant to send the feeling over.
Trying to distract yourself from the thought, as well as the contact of your hardening crotch against her, you ask, "you got to me pretty quickly. Do you live around here?"
"Oh, no." She subtly grinds down on you with what you think is her own private area, prompting you to risk a peek despite the pain to take in your surroundings. Very little light from the fading sun makes in into the room, but it's enough to see a human half on top of a lot of long, decently thick – maybe three inches in diameter or more – digits all locked tight around your figure. She admits cheekily, "I was just following your ship – it's really neat, by the way – and happened to see you plummet into the sea. I was hoping to find something new and exciting, and I certainly did!" One of her hands pinches your cheek lightly.
Her shifting has brought you to full mast by now, and you can't stop from groaning into her snorkel-esk limb. You clench your eyes shut in shame, cringing at her laughing in your mental space.
"Don't be ashamed; we're just having a little fun."
"A little fun?" You murmur back, face red-hot.
"It can be more if you like~"
Your brain is incapable of forming any words in response, but there's enough there for her to filter out your consent to the idea. Pulling off of you, she moves your cock into position, gently mounting you so her water-proof lubricant can properly smear along your glands. Casanna's walls cling to the contours of your dick as they embrace it, the satin flesh sliding down your shaft, melting your mind with pleasure. When she bottoms out, she halts, one of her tentacles coiled around your back, reaching lower to spread your ass and brush against your taint.
"You alright with this?" She questions, her anticipation and desire for a 'yes' flooding your mind.
The answer is too obvious to delay her long, the adventurous tip pressing past your measly defenses to explore your insides, poking and rubbing every bend and bump it finds. You gasp, and the air is blown back into your mouth as her strange aid breathes for you. Continuing unhindered, inch after inch slither into you, pausing occasionally so she can judge your condition. Your state is easily apparent from a brief scan of your thoughts: coming undone and wanting more.
Her other feelers begin to rhythmically constrict you, pulsing in time to your member leaping inside her. Writhing in her grasp, you discover that although you retain flexibility, you cannot meaningfully move against her in any capacity. Her presence is felt all along your form, cradling the small of your back, smushing your thighs together, and generally coddling you however she can.
She digs much further into your bowels than she has any right to, and there's still more length to cram in, doubling up near your entrance, muscles compressing your prostate and making you moan.
Her sniggering pervades your thoughts, "ah, hell. You're so adorable I can't resist! Take a deep breath, cute-stuff~"
Without any more warning, she bends down, your only oxygen provider abandoning you so her lips can claim yours. Her tongue barges into your mouth, gliding along your gums to tickle the inside of your cheeks before battering into your tongue and subduing it. The silky contact mesmerizes you, and you barely put up a fight, letting her push it down, around, into your throat, whatever she pleases.
Air starts to become a priority of your body again, but you ignore it. You trust her not to let you die, impaled on her tentacle and throbbing within her. Casanna picks up on it and mewls into you, seemingly turned on by your faith, crushing you in her multi-tendrilled hold and driving the last of your breath from your chest.
"Oops." She quickly makes way for your air feeder, choosing instead to nuzzle her cheek against the top of your head. "Squirm for me, babe~"
With that, the probing flesh in your ass starts sluggishly twirling, mashing your prostate regularly and aggressively, driving itself into every part of your intestines it can touch. You cry out, thrusting up into her, which she allows, lifting off your waist enough for you to piston your hips. Swallowing excess saliva, you vividly feel the lump squeeze against your impromptu choker on its way down. Your face is pressed into a pair of small, pert breasts, her arms having wrapped around her appendages blanketing your back to drag you in.
Increasing your speed, you fuck her, each stroke resulting in her fucking you in return. You dive into her folds, slipping slightly off her massive, biological plug before retracting, skewering yourself back onto her. The esctasy of it all transforms your brain to mush, and Casanna drinks it up with glee.
"Just like that. Fuck, you're doing perfect!"
You strain against her bindings, encouraged by her praise. Your all-natural snorkel makes faceplanting in her bosom difficult, so you nestle your head along it sideways, huffing desperately as you work the both of you closer to completion. You're stretched out by her conquest of your rectum, content to do your best to take more of her in, the euphoria of her velvety walls molding around and massaging your dick almost an afterthought. Still rotating inside you, her tactile limb grinds into your lining, forcing you to thrash beneath her as the heavenly sensation pooling in your gut demands action.
The combined heat of your two figures builds, despite the chilly waters flowing around you. Your wiggling grows muted, slowing as her warmth dissolves your strength and liquefies your bones. Even the cadent clenching of your rear slackens, thoroughly bullied by her pliant feeler.
"Aw," she coos as you fall apart in her full-body hug. "Let me do the rest, m'kay?"
You nod lethargically, burying yourself as deep into her mounds as possible – which it isn't hardly at all. Doesn't stop you from doing your best. So gradually you nearly miss it, she withdraws from your butt, mucus-covered, supple meat sending ripples up your spine as it departs. Short, rapid pumps pummel your penis from the other side, wringing out the last of your resolve.
Leaning down to your ear, she whispers sweetly, "Good boys cum for their saviors~"
Tired but earnest, you comply, spurting into her depths with a few exhausted humps as your sphincter loosens around her intrusion. She shudders around you, bashing into your pelvis as her own orgasm runs through her. The two of your spasm weakly against each other for a while, huddling closer together as darkness sets in on the deepwater cave.
Glowing from her love, mental and physical, you timidly request, "can I stay with you? I don't want to go back."
"Of course, lovely. I'll keep you forever, like the sunken treasure you are."

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Finally, you stumble across water. After walking for over half an hour in this seemingly uninhabited, foreign world you've found yourself in, you have located the only potential source of civilization you've seen yet: a river. A drink won't hurt, either; you're sweating at this point.
You bend down, hands cupping within the cool liquid, then a person's head pops out of the surface not a yard away. Letting out a frightened yelp, you scurry back, not stopping for a good ten feet or so. The first feature you notice is her webbed ears, stretching back behind short, teal hair and suspiciously shiny skin. Whoever this is, they aren't human. 
"Hiya stranger! Who're you? Haven't seen ya before," she speaks, watching you with amusement.
"Oh," you sigh in relief, adrenaline still coursing through you. Telling her your name, you ask for hers, trying to salvage a modicum of politeness from this unexpected interaction.
She raises herself to where you can see a hint of her bosom. "I'm Ashelia, sweetie. Say, would ya like to pop in the water? I've heard you can find some great things in this river~" She winks at you with a confidence earned by exclusively practicing in front of her reflection.
You're smarter than her, though. "Ha!" you force a short laugh, "and then get eaten? I'm not that dumb."
"What?" She expression is more confused than offended, and she shakes her head. "My kind don't eat humans, we just need ya to breed."
It's your turn to be confused.
"I'm hitting on you, doofus."
"Ah." You blush, eyes suddenly incredibly investing in studying anything that isn't her.
She grins. "It's ok, cutie; I'll go slower. Where're ya from?"
"Uh… someplace very far away." You're not sure if you're actually on another planet or just woke up in a forest where creatures from folklore swim naked and alone with no sign of life around for miles… okay, you know you're not on Earth.
"Is that so?" she asks, seeming genuinely curious. "Why'd you journey all the way out here?"
Well shit. You scramble for some excuse or believable story, but you come up with nothing. "Visiting… family?"
She doesn't buy it for a second. "Really," her face conveys what she's truly saying: 'just tell me the truth.'
"Okay, okay. I didn't choose to come here. I think I was kidnapped…"
She actually believes you, consoling you with, "that happens more'n ya'd think." Then, after a pregnant pause, "do you have anyone to go back to?"
You can't get back no matter how much you might want to, so one way or another your answer is "no."
Frowning, she sighs. "Well, that's no good. I can help you, though. Wanna go for a swim? I can show you ma place- for a bit, anyway. You'd need'ta breathe water to stay."
"I'd like to, but I don't have swim trunks."
She smirks. "Don't be shy; the water covers us up anyway."
You relent and start stripping. When it comes to your undergarments, though, you freeze, thoroughly embarrassed. Turning around, you try to remove them with some semblance of privacy, but you're yanked backwards into the water before they pass your knees.
You screech in terror, then the liquid consumes your cry. Surfacing, you sputter angrily. Your new acquaintance steals your complaints with a short kiss.
"Don't be such a baby," she teases.
Your head spins from the sudden affection. You'd swear your entire face was red if asked, and she takes note immediately.
Lowering her voice, she whispers seductively, "want another, scrumptious?"
Your voice dies in your throat, any answer cowering in fear of the social situation created by an incomprehensible series of events. She takes that as a yes, thankfully, and leans in for another.
Her lips embrace yours with a plush warmth that soothes your soul. Her hands clasp around your head to keep you still, small mouthing movements providing alluring stimuli you can't help but react to. You push back, mashing yourself against her, inadvertently opening your mouth slightly. She takes advantage, tongue rushing out to claim yours in a slobbery, one-sided battle. Its texture feels weird but entirely welcome as she greets every corner of your mouth eagerly. You moan into her, tasting her quiet exhales with glee.
Suddenly, she pushes you down, falling with you to crush you against the shoreline, slimy mud and grass imprinting onto your back. Now that you're unable to move your head, her hands wander down, rubbing your shoulders and caressing your sides until they settle right above your hips. Your underwear is long lost by now, and your assailant thrusts against your crotch, bringing it to full mast. This previously hidden part of her is scaly, which you weren't expecting, but your bewilderment is pacified by her generous affections. You grunt and wiggle below her to try and aid in the endeavor against your groin.
She's still subduing your tongue with hers, every inch she secures from you seeming to excite her further. You defend the back of your throat bravely, but she doesn't let up; her steamy breath and saliva are the only things she allows you to taste.
When she leaves her new territory, it's too soon for you, and you groan in dismay. She giggles at your neediness, sliding up your form to pull your head into her breasts. Her entire body is snug against yours, what you realize is a smooth, singular mass where her legs would be trapping yours. Her scales are warm, which surprises you, but so is all of her, so perhaps it shouldn't be so shocking.
Her arms bind yours to your sides, and you hear "trust me, babe. Close your eyes and trust me." It's not like you can see anything, but her request does strike you as odd. You don't have much to lose at this point, though, so you make yourself comfortable as you can between her silky skin and scales and the cold, dirty ground.
Then her flesh itself seems to reach out to you, sticking to every curve and corner of your figure. Even her scales melt down your legs to wrap around the other side; it's as if her very body is binding itself to you. It tingles, lighting up your nerves with pleasure everywhere the two of you touch. You try to jerk your head back, but the mud absorbs your force, uncaring of your plight. You hear someone moan but can't tell who it is.
Sparks shooting down your cock trigger spasms that usher in more euphoric shocks from all around you, the source now all-encompassing as you feel her skin – if you can still call it that – crawl over the last section of your spine, completely enclosing you. She grinds into the dirt, causing you to cry out in bliss. Your dick is alight with joy from the intimate pressure, and you can't resist bucking into her body. Your struggles cause no real friction, however, and you groan in frustration.
Really, every bit of this should worry you, scare you even, but you tell yourself you can trust her. The evidence may be lacking, but her gifts of ecstasy are real and overpowering. You feel something sneak down to cup your ass from the other side of her envelopment, and you realize her arms are not a part of your prison. She squeezes, and even through the protective layer you feel it enough to squeak in surprise and lust.
You can hear her chuckle at your reaction, humping you into the ground as she does. You're so close you could scream, utterly helpless in her flesh-crafted cage. Your surroundings, though, begin to change. First, everything becomes tighter around you, then a hot, foreign liquid leaks in, cutting searing lines of exhilarating sexual nirvana across your body as it pools under your back. If her skin lit you up with its hedonistic heat, this scorches you into mindless intoxication.
With a jolt, you scrounge up the lone observation that you're not giving her back much in return, and so move to massage her boobs. When your hands reach their targets, however, you realize you can't feel your fingers, instead pawing at her nipples oafishly. One of her hands shifts up to pet your head, and you can just make out a vague "yes, more~" so you continue. You attempt to spread your legs in a subconscious attempt to grapple her hips, but find they're melded together, mostly unresponsive.
The carnal firestorm only strengthens within what's left of you, your twitching penis apparently unaffected by the acid. The world turns muted, like someone put headphones on you, and you feel the fluid in your ears. The walls of your cell are condensing you down, sucking you into her. You moan as you're stolen from her tits, but you can't hear if you really made a sound at all.
It feels as though your tip slips into a fold. As it engulfs your shaft, however, it's obvious the 'fold' is a hole made especially for your genitals, and it starts undulating around your member. All your other senses are gone except for this, so it easily overwhelms you with its slick, powerful groping. You cum into it, hard, unable to influence your fate any longer. Rings of muscle tense and loosen in turns, creating a sensation not dissimilar to a hand jerking you off. Softer, wetter, and more devoted than any hand, she wrings you out for all you're worth, spongey walls pumping against you until you're completely spent.
The pleasure fades to a warm, comforting tenderness, and you simply bask in it. It's in you, around you, cradling you, and for a while you're floating on your high, content inside her. It's a peace you never dreamt possible to achieve, held by an assurance of entrancing contentment.
Just as you begin to wonder if this is it – maybe you're dead, or imprisoned in emptiness forever – a rush of foreign signals overtakes your brain. After a moment, you hear, think you hear, her voice again: "hello? Are you okay? Hello?!"
"Yes!" You think back, happy to not be alone.
"There ya're, you tasty thing."
Light blinds you for a second, then settles, and you see the riverbed, lying on your side. You try to get up, but nothing responds to your commands. Your head moves without your orders, and you see a round, very full stomach.
"You even made my breasts a little larger, ya sly snack." She fondles herself like you had meant to earlier, and you feel it. Her fingers molding her flesh, the twinge of bliss it creates, the loose sand on your scaly, aquatic tail, all of it.
"What...what happened?" You ask, perplexed and a little scared.
"We got married," she asserts plainly, a rush of soothing calmness and indulgent affection soaking into your thoughts.
"Then what's in your stomach?"
Rubbing her bulging gut self-consciously, an excuse is made. "Technically, this is a completely separate chamber, formed specifically for taking care of my hubby's unnecessary bits."
"You mean all of me?!"
"Hey, you're still here, still alive, still real," she placates, a cocktail of chemicals amounting to a mental hug seeping into you, "I love ya, and you're safe inside me forever now."
"In my culture, usually the woman wears a white dress for the occasion," you attempt a joke to distract yourself from the horror.
"Oooh, then I could'a slipped you under it, very sexy. We'll have'ta tell our children to try that."
"Children?"
"Yeah, silly. Think I fucked ya for nothin'?"
"But…" You're unexpectedly rocked with pleasure; her muscles encircling your dick activate, and you feel the act from both sides. She moans shamelessly out loud, the two of you sending waves of ecstasy crashing against each other through your neural connection.
She stops before you're sent over the edge. "Still think you can't knock me up?"
"Point taken… can you start again?"
"Knew we were a match the second I laid eyes on'ya."

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You blink, coming to from a long, empty sleep. Sharp light blinds you and you close your eyes, groaning quietly. In the moments it takes for your vision to adjust, you note the metal chair you're sitting in and the equally cold and unforgiving table that your wrists are cuffed to. Last night is hard to remember, but you're pretty sure you didn't fall asleep like this.
The moment your eyes open all the way, you start to take in your bare, beige surroundings, the only door in or out creaking to grant entry to some sort of official. At least, that's the impression you get. Wearing blue dress pants, her body is covered by a white button-up behind a lighter-blue suit jacket. As your gaze travels up her figure, however, you realize she's not human. Instead, black fur adorns her skin everywhere you can see except her head, which has a duo of white stripes running down its wavy 'hair'style. Marginally taller than you, you suspect you wouldn't quite come up to her thin snout.
Her beady, black eyes study you for a second, as if she's recalibrating for the minute differences between you and what she saw through the camera in the corner. "Hello, mister…"
You stare at her blankly, to which she snaps her mouth shut in a frown. Rallying, she tries again, "mister human. I'm Paulia, your… handler." She smiles, almost timidly, crossing the room to lean across the table, looking down at you.
You cough, dry throat managing, "why am I here?"
"I was hoping you could tell me that. We found you, unconscious, in a secure facility. Must be quite the story, that one."
"Uh," you scrounge through poorly ordered thoughts for a clue of a memory, but there's nothing. "I don't kn- I don't remember anything… not since I went to bed who knows how many nights ago."
"Hm," her expression tells you clearly she doesn't believe you, and your nervousness spikes when she begins rounding the table.
A new smell billows out from her as she passes to stand behind and above you. Cinnamon mixed with the warm scent of sheets fresh out of the dryer curls around you, calming your anxiety as it fills your lungs. She stretches over you, wrapping your hands with her own and pinning them gently to the dented metal below.
“What do you last remember doing?”
“Getting ready for bed…”
“Hm,” she rubs your thumbs with her own absent-mindedly, “where was that at, again?”
Her voice is passive, curious, and completely unaccusatory. Combined with the seductive effects of her fumes tripping your thoughts over each other, you can't fathom lying.
“My apartment… but there weren't any people like you, or anyone besides humans at all.” You blurt out the second half, sure you were being rude but incapable of aligning more diplomatic, less honest words into a row. Crooking your neck, you scan her face and are relieved to see she isn't insulted.
“You're not from this world, are you?” Her gaze pierces your soul, and you feel your composure crack a little.
“N-no, I guess not.” you stammer, eyes locked to hers as your neck strains to look up at her.
Reassuring you with a kind smile, she instructs you, “just take a deep breath, answer some questions for me, and then we can get you out of here.” She begins releasing you from the table, her breasts seeping around your head from within her shirt as she leans forward even further. You're so close to her body that her suit’s outermost layer is practically being worn by you as well.
Following her advice, you breathe deeply, letting the warmth spread from your lungs throughout your whole chest, like a hug on the inside. Your eyelids flicker, half-closing as adrenaline and fear spawned by the unfamiliar, hostile environment collapse into exhaustion and trust. She simpers down at you before shooting a few simple queries your way.
“What language are you speaking right now?”
“English?” You frown in confusion.
“What do you do for a living?”
“College.”
“Huh,” she seems surprised by that answer. “Okay, last one. You have any family?”
“Uhm, yeah. Parents, but they live pretty far away.” You blink, focus returning to realize, “really far away now.” A wave of sadness ambushes you at the end of the sentence, and your face crumples, your dignity fighting tears. Your glance at your feet, embarrassed.
She lets out an unprofessional coo at the sight and pulls your arms crisscross around yourself in a strange embrace. Her scent nearly chokes you in its intensity when she bends down to rest her chin on your forehead, her short, angular snout sending calming gusts across your brow. Her boobs weigh on your shoulders, molding around your bones.
“No significant other?”
You shake your head. Wondrously, the emotional pain dulls against the fragrances wafting from her, and you go slack in her grasp. Without warning, she hefts you up, plopping you onto your feet and leaving you in order to knock on the door. You follow, fleeing the crisp, unwelcoming stench of industrial cleaner that threatens to sweep her spell from your airways.
She smiles wryly as you scrunch yourself close, unwilling to make untoward contact but equally desiring distance from her. The door swings open then, revealing an tall, armored guard with a bored expression that quickly turns to one of horrified disgust.
“Gah!” The new woman waves a hand over her cat-like nose, “stop doing that; no one wants to catch a whiff of your reeking ass.”
Your so-called handler’s face quickly clears itself of any emotion. “Sorry. He’s just… fragile, right now. Trying to hold him together.”
Her peer rolls her eyes, whiskers twitching almost dismissively. “You can solve that in the privacy of your own home, not here in public.”
The skunk lady cocks her head. “Home? So they passed him?”
“Fuck no. He’s still a liability, just not mine anymore. Have fun.”
“I always wanted to work from home,” she jokes, and they both laugh.
“Get outta here, ya lucky bitch.”
You cut through the fading fog clouding your brain and into their conversation. “Wait, what? Why am I going to her house?”
The seven-foot anthro cat shifts her attention to you and smacks reality back into you with one sentence, “you were in a heavily classified zone, illegally, and have nowhere else to live.”
You grimace, but she continues, “the only reason you're getting out at all is because you're a damn human. Too valuable to waste rotting in a cell, they say.”
“Lucky for me,” you're pulled into the neck fluff of the speaker, and one subconscious sniff starts you melting against her once more. “Mmph. Poor guy.”
She cradles you, pressing you into herself. You nuzzle deeper, stealing all you can of her pheromones before they're gone thanks to that bitch- you end the thought, shocked at your own overreactive aggression. Were you so addicted already?
“Well, we best be off. Goodbye!”
“See ya, Paulia.” The cat waves the two of you away with a massive paw, though you struggle to watch as your eyes grow heavier and heavier…
###### later
You must have dozed off, because the next thing you see is a bed in an unfamiliar - but cozy - room, from the position of a bridal carry. Realizing you're naked, you blush furiously, unable to face the wearer of that glorious perfume… you catch the scent again, and suddenly you're not just glad but eager to be so close to Paulia in her arms, basically snorting her fur to clog your mind with more. She giggles, tossing you onto her bed, unheeding of your cries. Ripping her pants and underwear off in two hurried motions, she straddles your lap, facing away.
“Here, it's strongest from my tail.”
The mentioned limb swats you on the chin, and you grab it, huffing desperately. Its numerous strands tickle your nostrils and caress your cheeks as you bury yourself in it. Unlike the tail of a cat or dog, hers is mostly fluff, allowing you to chase after the source of the smell until you feel fuzz curling around the back of your head.
She smirks back at you before removing your own lower clothing, rising slightly while gripping your dick in one hand. You're too distracted taking in her peaceful and stabilizing aroma to comprehend what's going on until something sticky and hot slides along the top of your cock, tilting it toward your legs at an uncomfortable degree and stunning you for a second. Her ass, pleasantly plump and almost doughy on an experimental grope, grinds into your hips as she coats your member in her dripping fluids.
You can barely see anything outside her tail, and the lights being off make it even more difficult, but you swear she had arched her back when your fingers dug into her, wiggling her rump at you enticingly. Groaning with need, you run your fingers through her tail, which has unfurled over your whole torso. It twitches, inadvertently brushing its fine hairs against you. The stimulation, especially to your nipples, makes you jolt, sucking in another shot of her alluring odor, the oxygen content so thin you become light-headed.
Lifting herself again, she impales herself on you, slick flesh engulfing your penis nearly to the hilt. You gasp for air as she moans, rolling her hips to shift her folds over your shaft. Silky walls push against your hapless rod on alternating opposites, guiding it down and up and left and right while you fight to cry out from within the mental mist of her muddling miasma.
Your shaky hands squeeze her waist for support, kneading her small love handles as she rides you slowly. Picking herself back up, she drags the sides of your cock along the surface of her clingy cunt while you wordlessly plead for her to return to your lap. You pull weakly, but she ignores you, psyching herself up to drop once more. Abandoning her sides, you scratch at the base of her beautiful, balmy tail, prompting another moan to escape her throat; heaven to your ears even this far inside her fluffy appendage.
She drives into you, a heady 'thwap' sounding from your conjoined pelvis regions as she takes you in one go. Mewling, your hands stiffen under her assault. Pleasure from her repeatedly fucking you banishes what little intelligent thought still resided in your brain, and its all you can do to meet her blow-for-blow with your own little jerks and thrusts. Picking up speed, she mindlessly mashes against you, yanking you more and more violently to the edge, one euphoric plunge at a time.
Your head swims, full of ecstasy and pheromones, rendering you next-to-useless beneath her merciless form. Heat leaks down your dick as she pumps it with her pussy, a different form of warmth – soft and sympathetic – encompassing your upper body like a very light blanket. You gasp, the contrast burning you from within, frying nerves and singeing your senses.
The next impact sends you into spasms. Overwhelmed, you paw at her butt in hopes of more, less, and exactly what just occurred, all at once. She seems to get the message; twisting up your shaft, she groans as the rotation generates delectable friction across both your sexes.
"I'm s-so, so close!" She warbles, tremors jostling your tip still inside her.
Gasping, you confirm you're in a similar state, fingers clenching her waist again to outlast her torturous quivering. Her legs tremble besides your own, rubbing velvety fuzz against your skin and jiggling her succulent rear. Her scent is almost fully overpowered by the bliss rocketing up your spine, and you free your skull from her tail to heave sweet oxygen into your lungs.
Without warning, she plummets to your base for the final time, her orgasm immediately seizing her in its all-consuming clutches. Her yowl of delight and half-assed humping finishes you as well, and you spurt everything you have into her depths with a silent cry. Your convulsing figures mush into each other, pilfering last-second, lewd rapture from their opposites.
It's over too soon, and her strong essence dominates your nose while your body turns to goo from your post-nut high. Paulia, for her part, extracts herself from you, flopping on her side to hug you from the back, gathering you up to be her small spoon and wrapping her tail around your front. You snuggle into it contentedly, making quiet, meaningless noises of glee into her fluff. She brushes your hair with a hand, holding her tail flush to you with her other, happy to lie with you in bed.
You can't help but think about what transpired in that interrogation room, however, and eventually you have to break the peace to ask. "So, what does this make us?"
"What do you want it to make us?" She replies, as smooth and controlled as when you first met.
"I… I don't know," you admit, "I barely know you at all."
"I would like it to make us husband and wife," she ventures, voice not wavering, though her hand freezing in place betrays her inner worry.
Taken off-guard, you blink into her tail a few times. Her fragrance flows around and into you, and you think – no, you're sure – you never want this to end.
"I want to try that."
"Thank you," she nuzzles the top of your head, "you're so sweet."
Your cheeks turn red, and you don't respond, simply stroking her fur in wonder. Resting in her arms is the most relaxing thing you've ever done, and as the minutes tick by, you can only hope it's just as good for her as it is you. A sudden toot interrupts the moment, and you roll over to face her, confused what the sound was. She may as well be on fire, so hard is she blushing.
"Did you just…" You trail off, not wanting to embarrass her with a direct call-out.
She buries her eyes in a palm, her snout poking out cutely while mumbling words you can't understand. You snicker, then chuckle, then burst into gut-wrenching laughter, the entire day too absurd for you to keep it in any longer. Hollering uncontrollably, you're brought to tears against her chest as you drown in the irony.
"It can not be that funny," she groans, curling up around you.
"I-it isn't," you slip out between barks of laughter, "and yet it is~"