His Ass Deserves Its Own Roster Spot

his ass deserves its own roster spot

heat.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: first person POV, no use of y/n, gn pronouns (only used a handful of times), the barest plot, sex potion, pillow humping, dub con* (please see notes below), monster fucking, ribbed for your pleasure ;), knot, breeding kink in the loosest terms, overstimulation and some tears, excessive amounts of cum, cumflation if you squint, oral sex, deepthroating his tongue, rough sex, biting, a bit of blood and blood licking, Shang Tsung being a nasty creep, descriptions of canon typical gore at the very beginning

A/N: this thing kicked my fucking ass. I was intending on having this up before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. But monster fucking time is all the time for me so I figured who cares. Also yes, I know that reptiles most likely don't have knots, but that's what ended up happening. AO3 link.

*I have marked this as dubious consent since neither participants are particularly coherent enough to give very informed consent. The reader is drugged and Syzoth reacts to their scent. So I can't really in good consciousness not mark this as a little dubious.

I had been a prisoner of Shang Tsung for years. He enjoyed toying with me the most. My favorite subject as he called me. I was usually spared from the most gruesome experiments. But I was forced to listen, to watch all of them. Maybe that was his grand scheme. He just wanted to see how long it would take before I asked for death. Syzoth and I had grown to be close in our joint imprisonment. Our punishments were similar and maybe that’s why we’ve bonded. He was often with me or retrieved me from my cell to watch the newest experiment. One of these was a body strung up, multiple heads, limbs, intestines all hanging from one being, all writhing in pain. Syzoth was there with me, crouched so I could lean on him, his hand rubbing my back, the other hand holding my hair as I vomited. Shang Tsung had just laughed as I shook, tears puddling on the disgusting floor. After that, I only saw him when he wanted me to watch his next piece of work. It was always Syzoth at my cell after that, his face downcast as he unlocked my door. 

But today was different. It was Shang Tsung who appeared at my cell door, blood dripping from his chin. “Good evening my sweet,” he chirped. He unlocked my cell with a clang and moved in, cornering me, the dampness of the walls sinking through my dirty clothes. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he evaluated me. “Are you ready for your medicine?” 

“Wha-“ I mumble, eyes immediately locked onto a syringe in his hand as he held it up. The liquid inside was a fluorescent pink. There was a cruel smile plastered on his face. “N-no,” I gasped. I wanted to struggle, to fight against his weak grip, but my body was frozen in fear. I had grown too comfortable, too assured that I was immune to his brutality. All I could do was watch as the needle lowered to my neck, hissing at the sting when the tip pierced through my skin. He squeezed the plunger and I could feel something warm rush through me. I let out a whimper. The smile grew. 

“You’ve always been such a loyal subject.” Shang Tsung spun me, shoving my face against the grimy walls. He strapped my wrists together. The leather cuffs bit viciously into my skin. Blood flow was cut off by the time I was out of my cell. He led me through his experiments, chuckling at their pleas for help. I kept my eyes down, watching blood swirling in the drains. “Don’t look so glum my sweet.” We reached the stairs. Confusion rippled through me. No other prisoner had ever been taken up to rest of the sorcerer’s tower.  A sudden urge to fight gripped me and I tried to wriggle from his grip. “Stop,” he snapped, the sharp blades along his wrist digging into my ribs. “I’m being incredibly nice to you, don’t take my kindness for granted.” The blades pricked my skin and I yelped in pain, feeling the warm blood dripping down my side. 

I gave a meek nod. I wouldn’t be able to escape the symptoms of whatever he injected me with so struggling was pointless. I allowed him to drag me up the sweeping curve of stairs. It was the first time I had seen sunlight in almost a year. I hadn’t smelt such clean air since my capture. I tried to take in everything around me. The cluttered tables full of vials and papers, the bookshelves creaking under heavy tomes, the shafts of dusky sunlight filtering through the high windows. But Shang Tsung led me even higher, pulling me up a much smaller staircase. The spiral was tight and I grew dizzy the farther we went up.

Something…heavy was settling in me. I felt itchy as sweat collected on my lower back. My breath was shallow, chest constricted. My foot caught on a stair and my knee cracked against the stone. Pain shot through me and I gasped. But Shang Tsung dragged me to my feet. “Almost there my sweet, then I’ll let you free.” Mercifully there was one last curve before we came face to face with a heavy wood door. Along one side was a plate of metal, strange markings carved into it. The sorcerer hummed something in a language I couldn’t understand before the door swung open. 

It was a bedroom. The blades were against my neck before I could even think about struggling. My mind was becoming hazy and thick. I could feel my temperature rising slowly but steadily. With the weapons still against my skin, his deft fingers undid my bondage. Then he kicked me, hard, into the room, and I crumpled to the stones under me. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang. 

I rubbed sweat from my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was sparse. A small table in a corner, only occupied by a metal jug, a wardrobe next to it. A colossal bed dominated most of the cramped space. There were no windows around the circular room, only small ones at the top of the roof. My legs were like water under me as I rose to them. I took a few shaking steps toward the table and found the jug full of water. I greedily took a sip, sighing as I felt the cold liquid seep through my overheating body. I quickly crossed to the wardrobe and found a white nightdress. I instantly shed my clothes, knowing that Shang Tsung was watching me in some way but not caring. I had been in the same garments for years and was only allowed to shower every few months. I stripped the pillow case off a spare pillow, using it as a makeshift wash rag. The water felt heavenly against my warm skin. 

Once I was as clean as I could be and in the fresh nightgown, I collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t felt the firmness of a mattress since I was captured. Tears welled up as I rubbed my face into the sheets, savoring the silk, even if they were a little scratchy. I rolled around, wrapping myself in the blanket, giggling like a child. I knew that this happy moment was fleeting. Shang Tsung had most likely poisoned me and I knew my death was close. I buried myself into the bed, ignoring my growing heat, waiting for Shang Tsung to return. To finish whatever cruel experiment I was in. 

I could only tell that time had passed by the tiny windows. The sun was dimming, perhaps an hour had gone by. 

Something was wrong. 

Sweat pooled under me on the silky bed sheets. There was a burning between my legs that made my body weak. My stomach ached. Tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming want in me. My hands were trembling as they drifted up my thigh, the night gown dragging up my skin. I was desperate to ease the pain but I could feel eyes on me. My throat was dry as I began to pant. 

All I could think about was sex. Images of half formed people touching me, kissing me, licking me filled my head. I wanted someone with me bad enough that I could almost taste them. My hand reached the apex of my thighs. It moved as if possessed, going straight to my clit. My back arched from the bed as searing pleasure rippled through me. I chased after the feeling. My fingers slid over the bundle of nerves, the area already sopping wet, unable to find enough friction to ease anything. Frustration built in me. I wasn’t even able to properly work on myself. But I couldn’t stop. 

I needed more. 

I grabbed the bare pillow next to me, smooshing it into a firm arch, before climbing on top of it. My hips settled down and I moaned at the contact of the rough fabric against me. Before I could stop myself, feel some sort of shame, my hips started to grind against the pillow. It felt so fucking good. It took me mere moments before I came but I kept going. Nothing was cooling this burn in me. After the second, third, fourth orgasm, my hips kept grinding, growing frenzied. The pillow was soaked under me, the nightgown sticking to my skin. 

That’s when I heard the heavy door open. My eyes were barely able to open as I moved them to the entrance. I could see two people. One was broader with long hair, while the other was thin with a splash of green. Shang Tsung and Syzoth. Tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. I had no idea what I must look like to Syzoth. Probably pathetic, disgusting. I couldn’t see Syzoth’s expression but I could hear Shang Tsung’s harsh voice. “Deliver the food.” Syzoth took a few small steps inside. Then Shang Tsung gave a spine chilling laugh and the door snapped shut behind him. 

Syzoth immediately put the tray of food down roughly on the table before pounding his fists on the door. “Shang Tsung! Let me out!!” I bit my lip to hold back my cry as a fifth useless orgasm ripped through me. There was no noise from the other side of the door. Syzoth was stuck in here with me. His forehead pressed against the door, fists tight. 

“Syzoth,” my words were weak and even with my tear blurred eyes, I could see him shiver. “I don’t know what’s wrong ah with me.” He turned slowly, hands clasped over his face. I could hear the rattle of his throat as he took deep breaths through his mouth. “Syzoth, please, help me.” I never thought that I would need to ask this of him. 

The Zaterran was holding on to his control, but it was quickly crumbling. The smell was overloading all of his senses. It was thick and sweet, like he was drowning in honey. He couldn’t stop staring at the way his friend’s hips ground against the pillow between their plush thighs. Or the little gasps falling from their lips. The way that suffocating smell spiked every time they looked at him. He had never been so hard, it was painful how quickly his dick had swelled. People accused Zaterrans of being just animals, nothing but freaks of nature. It was completely untrue. But Syzoth felt like an animal now. The only two words running through his mind were fuck and breed. 

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, “I can’t, please, I need more.” My thighs were shaking as I tried to chase another orgasm. A hand brushed away a sweaty lock of my hair. I looked up at my friend, bottom lip trembling. His eyes were wide, the pupils in slits, but still so tender as he looked down at me. His skin was faintly green and his chest shuddered, nostrils flaring. 

“Don’t say sorry,” Syzoth murmurs, “not your fault.” His hands are tracing over my face, following the curves of my jaw. “I can’t,” he swallows hard, “I don’t think I can control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“I trust you,” I was trying to beg and assure at the same time. I turn and litter sloppy kisses on the hands cupping my face. “I trust you Syzoth, please.” I wait for him to give me anything, anything to show he wants this. He offers a small nod. My hands reach out immediately, undoing his clothes with my shaking fingers. Syzoth helps me with his more complicated garments. Much to my annoyance, he doesn’t jump on me immediately once he’s naked before me. My hips stall as I take him in, eyes dragging over his chest, the curves of the pitch black tattoo along his skin. I follow the lines at his waist but I can’t see more before he pinches my chin, dragging my face back to his. Something about the way he’s standing, looming over me like I’m prey, makes fear leak into my all consuming heat. 

Then one of his hands buries itself in my damp hair. With a yank, he pulls my head back, baring my neck to him. The surprising roughness makes my empty pussy clench. He buries his nose against my racing pulse point, taking a deep breath of my scent. I want to beg for him, but I stay still under him. His tongue, forked and so long, slithers out from his lips. The muscle trails down my throat before tracing my collar bones. 

“Taste good,” he mumbles once his tongue is behind his teeth. “Lay down.” I do so without complaint, tossing my wet nightgown aside, leaving me bare to his eyes. The pillow soaked in my juices lands next to my head with a thump when Syzoth throws it. I can’t control myself and immediately start trying to rub my very tender clit. Syzoth kneels in front of me, eyes laser focused on my hand. I’m finally able to get a good look at him. His cock was flushed a dark green, pearls of pre cum dripping from the tip. My thighs spread wide in an attempt to draw him closer. 

It works. 

He dives between my legs with a groan. That long tongue of his works into me and I can feel the tip reach deep inside me. “Yes!!” I cry out as a low groan rumbles from his chest. My hips frantically buck against his face. His tongue pushes and stretches in me, swirling like he’s trying to taste every bit of my fluttering channel. It only takes a few nudges against his nose for me to fall apart under him. “So good! Syzoth!” He drinks the rush of liquid like he’s dying of thirst. His strong arms lock around my hips to keep me still. I can feel the pinpricks of sharp nails on my stomach as he holds me. His tongue seems to grow even larger in me as he continues his thorough exploration. “Syzoth,” I beg, “please I need you to fuck me. Please.” Another low hum that sends ripples up the bed. “P-please,” my voice tilts and my toes curl at the feeling. “Not enough,” I pant, hands gripping his hair. But he refuses to move, tongue prodding at me. I writhe under him, thighs squeezing tight around his head. The tender flesh there could feel small scratches of scales. My nipples ache for stimulation and I was all too willing to oblige, tweaking at them with cruel tugs. 

He pulls another brutal orgasm from me, my cry of pleasure shaking as my back arches. He rumbles in appreciation. “Please!” I wail but my hips continue to seek release, grinding mercilessly against his face. Finally he loosens his grip on my hips and snakes his way up my body. His sticky tongue trails up me as well, covering me in my own mess. I can barely register the smattering of green on his skin, small patches of scales like a rash, before I draw his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and frantic, spit quickly collecting at the corner of our lips. Then that wicked tongue forces itself into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. It presses against my teeth, filling my mouth completely. My eyes roll back as I pathetically whimper. 

Syzoth’s hands move to my thighs, ghosting down my calves before easing them over his shoulders. The stretch is harsh, his weight pushes down on me only adding an extra ache. But that pain is quickly erased. I’m nearly giddy with relief when I feel the head of his cock notch against me. He gives my hips a caring squeeze before he plunges into me in one powerful thrust. I practically scream although his tongue muffles any noise. One of those deep purrs makes his chest vibrate against mine. There are three ridges along the underside of his cock. The extra pressure makes my eyes roll back. His hands plant themselves next to my head as his hips start a vicious pace. The part of me that was awakened by Shang Tsung’s ‘medicine’ screams in happiness. But I can’t make any noise. 

The Syzoth I know, so gentle and kind, is completely gone. He pounds into me with unnatural strength. The forked end of his tongue works farther into my mouth and I gag as it works its way down my throat. The ridges along his cock drags against my puffy walls and my thighs shudder at the feeling. I’m trapped completely under him, unable to adjust my hips, not even able to moan for him. I can barely feel that building tension in my stomach before I’m coming around him. The relief is staggering. My hands grab at the only things I can reach, his wrists, and dig my nails into the skin. The sting only seems to encourage him as his chest vibrates again. 

Drool is pooling in my mouth and I wretch, nails piercing his skin in a silent plea. Syzoth’s tongue retreats and I gratefully suck down air. “Warm,” he hisses. His voice sounds deeper than normal. It should scare me. I had seen his true form before, huge and scaly, with rows of razor sharp teeth. My mind is messy with desire, not even able to understand the potential danger. But I wasn’t lying. I did trust Syzoth. He has grown to be the only bright spot in my life of torture. “Soft. Wet.” 

“Y-yes,” I gasp. I can feel something firm nudging against me on each deep plunge. I’m desperate for it, whatever it is, but it almost seems like Syzoth won’t allow it in. But every time it presses against me, he lets out a weak growl. His face nuzzles against my sweaty cheek, tongue tracing random circles along my throat. “Fuck, I, fuck,” I babble, my orgasm quickly approaching. 

Syzoth swelling inside me tips me over the edge. He was already a decent size and with the added ridges, he became mind melting. But then I feel him grow to nearly double. His cock is suffocating now, stealing my breath away on every weak jerk. The ridges become hard and whatever is at the base of his cock grows along with it. If not for the potion, I would be torn. But the extra weight and girth of him inside wrenches a sob from me. Tears spill from my closed eyes at how full I feel. The strain on my legs is greater, my ankles resting on shoulders instead of my knees. Syzoth’s purrs are deeper now. His tongue flicks out to lick away the salty tears before his face lifts from my cheek. I open my blurry eyes to look at him. Only one eye is still human-like, the rest is fully Zaterran. So many teeth I think deliriously. I hear a rip next to me and see the hand on the dirty pillow has changed, his sharp nails tearing the fabric. His brows are scrunched and I can feel the tightness in his wider shoulders. “Too big,” he growls, his voice a rough hiss, “hurt you.” I whine, wiggling my hips the best I can under him. 

“More,” I whisper. “Give me everything, Syzoth.” He hesitates, drawing his hips back a bit. The lowest ridge eases out of me with a wet squelch. All I can do is just shiver under him, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He repositions my legs so my feet are back on the mattress. His waist has expanded so much that my knees are nearly flat to the bed to accommodate him. My tired hips immediately start pushing against him. He’s just so big that I would need to use more force than I have in me to fuck myself properly. “Please,” I look up, intending to kiss him senseless, to convince him that he needs to fuck me. But I’m confronted with his Zaterran form, which doesn’t include lips. That doesn’t deter me. My lips find their way to his neck, covering it in sloppy, wet kisses. My teeth snag on his armored skin, unable to break through but biting down nevertheless. This time his hum is so loud that my ears ache and my entire body buzzes. “I trust you, remember?” He presses his rough skinned forehead against mine, tongue flicking out to lick my lips. Something heavy hits the mattress, making swishing noises. Curious, I glance over his shoulder to find a tail thicker than I am flicking back and forth. 

His big arm snakes under my hips, hauling my body close to his. The other arm braces itself along my spine, his long fingers burying into my hair. The nails scratch deliciously against my scalp and goosebumps erupt on my skin. His chest is cool to the touch. I savor it against my too hot skin. The rest of his cock is pulled from me before he stalls again, just the head remaining inside. I groan, feeling completely empty without him. He slowly drives back in and I wince at the sting. He continues with this maddeningly timid pace, drawing wonton moans from me each time he works into my sensitive pussy. But I’m only growing more desperate. The tender care is doing nothing to calm the burning heat in me. “Syzoth,” I sob, “stop being so nice!” 

Syzoth lets out a hiss and rams back into me. I make a strangled noise, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails ripping uselessly at his skin. He snaps into me with near cruelty. But fuck it feels so good. I can barely breathe with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest on every brutal jerk. The ridges along his massive cock rub against my hypersensitive walls. “I-oh-so big,” my voice is weak, nonsense falling from my chapped lips. Syzoth nuzzles his cheek against mine again, a low rumble starting in his chest. The arm around my hips lifts them just a little higher and the adjustment brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes as an orgasm burns through me. I quake under him, an obscene amount of liquid seeping from me, soaking his scaly stomach and the bed under us. Syzoth just growls in appreciation and continues to fuck me, his hips showing absolutely no hesitation. 

I feel delirious. The pleasure is all consuming. It mixes with the heady heat inside me and creates an intoxicating cocktail. Lightning crackles down my veins as I grow closer and closer, never able to come down from the constant high. Syzoth’s tongue flickers out from his lips, tracing my skin, humming at the taste of my sweat. “So pretty.” I attempt to reply but my voice is lost when his needle-like teeth catches on the tender skin of my neck. Hot sticky blood trickles from the cut. His hips pause. Puffs of his breath tickle my neck as he inhales the scent of my blood. I hold my breath, freezing under him. The tips of his teeth drag over my shoulder, more bubbles of blood oozing in their wake. There was only a faint sting as he cuts my skin. 

“Syzoth…?” I whisper. His long tongue collects up the crimson drops. A moment of silence crawls by. Then he begins to shiver, the rumbling in his chest growing louder. I can feel him twitch and throb in me. He drives back into my tender pussy with a sudden insatiable hunger. I wail at the feeling. His teeth take up residence along my right shoulder, leaving behind minuscule pricks. The combination of his massive cock pounding into me and the tingle of pain leaves me quivering under him once again, even more liquid gushing from me.

Szyoth growls, his nails digging into my flesh where they laid. “Close,” he huffs. I nod, coherent speech having left me several orgasms ago. He extracts himself from me and I whimper pathetically at the void he leaves behind. With a twist of his massive arms, I’m placed on my stomach, hips propped up into the air. My legs are weak, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me up. I can’t even use my arms to hold myself up and just let my shoulders rest against the mattress. Syzoth’s big hands wrap around my waist before driving back into me. The noise that rips from my throat is inhuman as my eyes squeeze shut. 

The ridges. 

The new potion allows them to drag across my sweet spot on every single movement. Syzoth could just freeze completely and I wouldn’t be able to stop coming around him. But he was too far gone for that. Harsh hisses and spits echoed around the room, mingling with the wet slap of our skin together. My mouth hangs open, a steady trail of drool seeping out. I was beyond caring. It felt like my body was built for this. To be fucked so completely that I could never experience this euphoria anywhere else. Orgasms seemed to wash over me, so many waves of white hot bliss that they were indistinguishable from one another. The only tell way I could even tell one had occurred were Syzoth’s growls as I clenched around him. His thrusts were becoming deeper, but just a bit slower, losing their brutality. “C-closer?” I slurred. 

The bed shook as he adjusted himself as if in answer. He stood on his feet instead of his knees, placing them on either side of my hips. Then his broad chest covered my back, smooth scales against my sweat soaked skin, as he brushed hair away from my neck. “Yes, fill you up so nice,” his breath fanned across me, the tip of his tongue lashing at rouge sweat drops. 

Then his jaw snapped around the column of muscle. 

I should have been scared. Terror should have so easily cut through the high I was experiencing. But the only thing in my desired riddled mind was how wonderfully the pain complimented the feeling of his cock in me. The very tips of his teeth were what had sunk into my flesh. If he wanted to kill me, he would have. That very simple explanation was all I needed to let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling.

Syzoth only had a few more determined thrusts in him before he plunged in deep with a snarl. The large swell at the base of his cock finally wedged in me and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. It was huge, nearly double his already massive girth. Then he started coming. Load after burning hot load was dumped into me. I gasped and writhed, hips trying to pull away. It was too much. But Syzoth just gave a grunt, his jaw tightening in warning. I stilled obediently. His hand is glued to my stomach and I whined at the feeling, tears pouring from my eyes. The pleasure was beginning to be tinged with aches and pain. It seemed Shang Tsung’s potion was fading. Syzoth began purring. It traveled up and down my spine like a struck bell. 

An eternity later, Syzoth finally stopped spilling himself into me. I felt full to bursting. But he didn’t seem to notice as his hand continued to rub at my stomach. “Syzoth,” I croaked, my throat painfully dry. “Can you pull out?” 

“Can’t,” he grumbled, “knot.” He gave a small thrust, the huge knot, as I now knew, stuffing it in just a fraction more. I whimpered. “Has to go down.” He never stopped rubbing my stomach. His jaw finally loosed from my neck, tongue going to lapping up the blood. I winced at every brush of the muscle. These punctures were clearly a little deeper than before and they stung as he licked over them. Once I was deemed clean, his forehead was planted between my shoulder blades. “So full,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. “So pretty.” I gave a weak noise of thanks. Exhaustion was fogging my brain, seeping into my limbs, turning them to lead. 

We laid like this for what felt like hours. Despite the dull pain of the bites and the thudding ache in my core, it felt nice to be held. Comfort was hard to find in the depths of the dungeons. I had missed the kind touch of another being. The skin against me subtly shifted from smooth scales to calloused flesh. Syzoth shrunk in me, streams of his sticky cum running down my thighs, even up my stomach. But he didn’t let go of me, his strong arm keeping me close. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” he whispered against my back, pressing delicate kisses along my spine. “Are you okay?” 

“Sticky mostly,” I whispered back and Syzoth huffed. “But I’m okay, sore but not in pain. Just need to sleep.” He hummed in agreement. I shivered when cold air rushed over my back as he leaned away from me, allowing my body to flop to the bed. I could hear his feet slapping against the stone floor as he moved somewhere. There was a soft slosh of water before his rough fingertips grazed my shoulder. 

“Drink this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, tired eyes opening. Syzoth was holding out a small metal cup and I gratefully took it, gulping down the crisp water in a single go. He smiled as I did, hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Want some food?” He glanced over his shoulder to the tray he had brought in. “It’s not much though.” I shook my head, rolling to be flat on my back. 

“I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Lay here?” Syzoth didn’t need any more prompting, circling to the otherside of the bed, snaking under the covers. I was too weak to join him and sleep rapidly washed over me. 

Shang Tsung’s lips quirked as he took in the sight from his hidden peephole. His little experiment had worked better than he could have ever hoped. With Syzoth’s special abilities, perhaps half human Zaterrans were possible. He glanced down at his pocket watch. Two hours had passed since his sweetest prisoner was injected. He would allow them an hour of sleep. He needed them somewhat rested before he flooded the room with even more of the precious pink smoke. 

He hoped for babies soon.

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Crimson Eyes Of Desire

Prompt 31: Monster Fucking Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Worried after waking up to find that your husband's side of the bed was empty, you go on a search around your house to find him. Eventually, you find him outside, drenched in sweat and acting distance. He is hesitant to tell you what's wrong, but after a bit of prying, you finally learn the shocking truth... Warnings: Monster Fucking, Teratophilia, Hemipenes, Slight Claustrophobia Kink, Slight Dumbification, Mention Of Oviposition, Voice Kink, Biting, Marking, Acid Burns, Blood, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Breeding, Syzoth In Heat And Needs Some Help From His Loving Wife... Word Count: 4k A/N: Well, holy fuck! We did it! 😂 I did not think I would make it through the entire prompt list when starting Kinktober, but here we are! I honestly couldn't have done it without all of your support. I really appreciate it. I hope you have enjoyed Kinktober from me, and if any of you want part two of any of these fics, let me know. I already have ideas for more in the future. 🤭 Anyway, I wanted to make this last prompt special, so I went all out. I hope you all enjoy it! Happy Halloween, friends! 💚🖤💚🖤 Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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In my slumber, I brushed my hand against the mattress beside me to feel for my husband. But surprisingly, I found nothing. The feeling of the empty space next to me on the bed jolted me awake. Confused by this—since Syzoth would always stay by my side while I slept—I got up and began checking each room of our house for him.

I first went to the bathroom, assuming that he most likely had to use it and snuck off because he was too embarrassed to let me know. I knocked a few times and received no answer. Sighing, I opened the door in hopes he was in there. But my suspicion was shot down when I found an empty room before me.

Then I went to the kitchen, figuring that he needed a mid-night snack. Again, I found nothing—not even a crumb that would tell me he had been there for that very reason. Now very concerned about my lover, I began checking every room frantically, worried that something had happened to him.

Shocked to find no trace of Syzoth, my last option was outside. I put on my robe and slowly opened the front door. I wasn't the biggest fan of going outside at night, but I had to make sure that Syzoth was okay. I stood on the front porch and listened for any signs of his presence. Other than the sound of a light breeze brushing through the branches of trees and an owl in the distance, everything was fairly quiet. That was until I heard the rustling of a nearby bush.

Slowly, I left the safety of our porch and approached the bush before me. I knew it was risky, but I had to know if it was him. I was careful not to step on any branches as I walked through our yard, leaving the only sound I produced to be my slippers dragging along the grass. Finally, I rounded the bush to find Syzoth. I was relieved... For a moment...

Then I noticed how flushed and sweaty his skin was. He clearly knew of my presence, but refused to look in my direction.

"Do not come any closer!" He warned in a tone that sounded more like an animalistic growl than anything.

"Syzoth," I spoke as softly and calmly as I possibly could to sooth my husband of whatever had been troubling him. "What's wrong?"

I took another step towards him, and he quickly shifted away from me. I instantly took notice of how his breathing grew heavier as he did so, and I quickly became more concerned about his well-being.

"I-I told you to stay away!" He yelled through clenched teeth, his body growing even more visibly tense by the second.

His tone shocked me, but there was something in it that sounded like he felt guilty for treating me in such a way. Syzoth was usually a very calm and down-to-earth person, not like this—not with me. As much as he protested, I came forward and slowly—like I was trying not to scare off a frightened, wild animal—kneeled beside him. He turned himself away from me and hugged his knees to his chest as his body began to tremble violently. It was almost like... He was afraid?

"Syzoth, I am your wife!" I reminded him in a firm manner. "Now you need to tell me what's wrong!"

He heaved a deep sigh as his body tensed due to my close presence. Despite wanting so badly to know why my husband was acting so differently towards me, I let him take his time. He was clearly struggling to even function at the moment, let alone talk about it.

"T-T-There is something I never told you." He stammered in so quietly that it was almost inaudible, like he was about to share a secret with me. It almost sounded as if he was about to cry. "I feared it might have scared you away."

"Well, what is it?" I pried, and he went silent for a moment, as if he didn't trust his voice to speak.

"In Zaterran culture, we are known to... Mate with our lovers." He explained cautiously. "There is a lengthy courting process that we have never finished, which leads to a mating ritual we do to seal our bond for good. And right now, I'm..."

"What?"

"I'm in heat... And I really need to finish that mating ritual now..." He admitted timidly, looking back at me for the first time. I was shocked to see his pupils so dilated that those beautiful lime-green eyes—which I adored so much—were almost completely swallowed up by the two black holes, which led right to his soul and showed me his hunger. This man was clearly starving for some much-needed attention. 

"O-Ok," I stuttered while looking up at him through my lashes in a shy manner. I could feel my cheeks burn with a sudden heat of desire, and I swallowed thickly before muttering my next choice of words. "H-How do you... Mate?"

The Zaterran seemed too ashamed of his needs to speak for a moment, his lips pursing in a thin line as he contemplated the next words to come out of his mouth. He lowered his head, his eyes averting mine as his shoulders dropped in defeat.  Then he exhaled deeply to prepare himself for what he was about to tell me.

"Well, I will start by transforming into my natural form." He froze for a minute, his eyes examining me to see if I was comfortable with what he was saying. Once he was sure that I seemed okay, he continued explaining. "Then I will begin rubbing myself against you to mark my scent on you. After that, I will enter you and begin breeding you. It will be a long process, but an enjoyable one. Once I finally reach my limit, I will proceed to fill you with my seed to impregnate you with my young."

A thousand thoughts fell into my mind at once, like a hail storm. I placed two fingers on each of my temples, rubbing them in slow and circular movements. It was a lot to take in—almost too much—but Syzoth needed this. So how could I deny my husband of it?

"This... Is a lot to take in..." I huffed a short laugh to tame the awkward aura that had fallen between us. "However, I'll be willing to do this... For you."

"Really? You're not uncomfortable with—with making love to my natural form?" He asked while glancing back at me with wide eyes, evidently astonished by my declaration.

"Of course not, Syzoth." Smiling reassuringly, I placed my hand on his clammy one. "I love you—all of you."

The worry in my husband's eyes melted away with pure love as he squeezed my hand tightly, soon leading me back into the house. Once we returned to our bedroom, we wasted no time and got fully undressed. He asked me to remove my own clothes, since if he were to do it for me, he could lose all control and rip them to shreds.

Did that make me even more nervous for what was to come? Yes. But I would try to be strong for him—I would endure all he would give me. The wild hunger in his eyes was growing by the second as we came closer and closer to starting the ritual. He took a step forward, stalking towards me like a predator hunting its prey.

"W-What about a safe word?" I suggested nervously, and he stopped in his tracks, raising an intrigued brow.

"A safe word?" He parroted as an amused smirk toyed on his lips.

"Yeah! It's something someone says during sex, so their lover knows that they have had too much." I explained, getting quite into the idea of it. Any other day, we would not need to have such an odd rule during our love-making. However, Syzoth was in a very wild state—one that would make it difficult for him to control himself. This was the only thing that somewhat calmed my nerves because I knew that Syzoth would stop at the quietest mutter of the chosen word.

He merely chuckled at the suggestion but nodded his head to show that I had been heard. "And what would your safe word be?"

I thought for a moment before the perfect word struck me. "Umm, mercy?"

"Mercy?" He laughed almost mockingly. "You would want me to grant mercy on you if things get too rough?"

"It's the best I got, ok?" I scoffed, my arms folding across my chest as my lips formed a pout. 

"Okay, okay." His laughter finally died down into words. "Mercy it is."

Now that that was clarified, that raw craving for me was clear in his eyes again. He took another step closer; his muscles rippled as his clothing strained to contain his broad chest. It was like he was filled with so much arousal that he was growing larger. Perhaps that was a Zaterran thing.

"So beautiful..." He growled lowly, his voice filled with a primal longing and hunger. Once he stood right in front of me—his tall form towering over my own to make me feel small and vulnerable—he then leaned into me closely, his body pressing into mine in a dominant way. His voice was so quiet that it was almost inaudible, but still somehow clear as water. "I'm going to make you mine."

An almost hypnotic sense of seduction and lust filled the words he spoke. For a moment, it felt as if my body was being caressed not just by Syzoth but also by his words themselves.

Being lulled into this moment of intoxicating seduction, I almost didn't even notice it when he changed into his natural form. It wasn't like I hadn't seen it before; when we were alone, he always transformed into it to loung around the house or in our backyard to soak up the rays of sun through his scales. But still, Syzoth was full of surprises. I realized this when I glanced down to discover that reptiles and humans were more different from each other than I thought.

"Two?! You have two?!" I shrieked, stumbling backwards as my mind grew way too overstimulated with all this new information it was receiving about my husband. My eyes were now glued to these two, long beasts of cocks before me. I couldn't believe it—they looked so unreal. Thick and veiny with knots on both heads, along with sharp-looking spines along the sides. The sight made me quite anxious.

"Yes, (Y/N). I have two penises." He confirmed, his voice now rough like gravel in his reptilian form. Though I didn't necessarily need him to, thanks to being able to see for myself, my sanity did because it was so damn unbelievable. "Usually, they would both enter the female's vagina at once to help the breeding process. However, I think you are too small to take both at once."

I thought of a solution to this dilemma, but it didn't take long for one to hit me like a truck. "You could put it in... My other hole?"

"Really? Would you be comfortable with that?" He narrowed his now-ruby eyes at me, clearly uncertain of what I was suggesting. It was so sweet that, despite being in this state, he was still insistent on making sure that I was comfortable with all that we did.

"Yeah. Honestly, I think it would make this feel even better." I stated, climbing onto the bed to get into position on my back. The Zaterran climbed on top of me just seconds later, his weight pushing me into the mattress as he got ready to begin.

His body brushed up against me, and with a quick nod of his head, he began nuzzling my throat. It took me a moment to figure out what he was doing, but once I remembered his words—about marking me with his scent—I spread my limbs out on the bed to allow him better access to my body. He continued to wiggle and rub against me, and I had to keep from laughing a few times due to how comical the situation was. Once he was finished, he nudged his nose under my jawline and inhaled deeply.

"Perfect," he uttered while his large hands gripped my forearms tightly to hold me down. Clearly, his work was a success, and he was ready to continue on with the ritual. "Are you ready, sunflower?"

"Yes." I breathed, closing my eyes to mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

"Here we go—" His words cut into a feral groan as he pushed both members into my two holes.

I screamed, not expecting it to hurt as much as it did. The stinging sensation was almost too much to bear as his girth stretched me wider than what was natural, almost ripping me in the process. He was usually so good to remember to prepare me before entering my body. But unfortunately, that hunger clouded his mind and made it easy to forget such an important step.

Luckily, my cries of discomfort brought him back to reality, and he froze within me for a moment to allow me to adjust the best I could. He raised a clawed hand up to my head, his nails carefully dragging through my hair as if to comfort me as the pain slowly began to melt away.

I found it funny how much bigger he was in this form, with the palm of his hand being the same size as my entire face. I actually liked it more than I had previously realized. His hand then slid beneath me, and with his sharp talons lightly dragging across my nape, I released a sigh as I began to relax under his tender touches.

Once the numbing pain finally subsided, I was able to feel him within me in detail. The spines were, surprisingly, not uncomfortable but rather enjoyable. They dug into my walls perfectly and helped graciously to stimulate those nerves within my core.

With the slightest utterance of approval to start, Syzoth's hips began to move. I keened as the spines pulled at my walls as he pulled out, before slowly pushing back in. In the beginning, Syzoth's crimson eyes stayed glued to mine, gazing upon them with adoration. A low rumble emitted from his chest, vibrating against my own and sending chills down my spine.

It didn't take too long for him to pick up the pace, and soon, his hips were snapping back and forth viciously. I screamed and moaned as his tips slammed into the sweet spots in both of my holes at the same time, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of bliss.

I tried writhing beneath him, but I was trapped under the weight of the Zaterran. The feeling of not being able to move was terrifying... But in all the right ways. My arousal spiked, and I instinctively raised my hands to claw at his sides and back, as if I were trapped under a boulder and trying to scratch my way free.

Syzoth only responded to this with a loud growl as he moved faster, clearly focused only on his thrusting patterns, which were driven by his need to breed me. Edging closer to the peak of passion, I was now shaking as each breath either hitched in my throat or caught on a gasp from the intense amount of pleasure I was receiving.

The sounds of the bedsheets tearing filtered the air, along with my thoughtless moans and his hisses and growls. No longer having anything suitable to hang onto—since the sheets and mattress had been destroyed by his claws—Syzoth then gripped onto me, his claws skinking into my skin but not enough to actually draw blood.

It wasn't until my orgasm finally reached me that he completely lost all control for good. As I lost all of my senses to the mind-numbing high that was coursing through each of my veins, something in Syzoth snapped, sending him into a downward spiral into his true Zaterran nature. His claws finally dug deep into my flesh, pinning me against him as he slammed into me at high speed.

He pounded so deeply within my aching canal that I swore he was trying to enter my womb. And I didn't know that it was really his intent until he spoke words of confirmation.

"Come on! Take my seed into your womb! Get pregnant!" He roared viciously, his tail snapping back and forth around the room, knocking items of unimportance off my nightstand and shelves.

Though I couldn't pay much attention to the comotion around me because his deep and rough reptilian voice had my heart vibrating from lust, it was the only thing I could focus on in the moment—the only thing keeping me somewhat grounded to reality. I wasn't sure if it was the moment, the words he spoke, or the sound of his Zaterran voice in that tone, but I was completely high off of it, like it was some sort of intense drug.

"Take it! Take it! Come on! Arrrrrrrgh!" With one final roar tearing from his leathery throat, Syzoth released within me, hot ropes of seed shooting down both holes like rockets. 

I buried my face in his chest, crying as the overstimulation nearly grew to be too much to bear. For a split second, I contemplated using my safe word. But looking back up at him, through the look of primal determination in his cruel, crimson eyes, I saw love and passion—love and passion for the future mother of his children. And that was more than enough to push me through.

After what felt like several minutes of him ejaculating within me and stuffing me beyond full, he collapsed on top of me, yet again trapping me beneath my weight. I almost couldn't breathe since he was practically crushing me. Luckily, when I let out a small gasp for air, he realized this and slightly lifted himself up to relieve some of the pressure on my form.

Though that wasn't the only reason why I took that sharp intake of breath. The sudden overstimulation of being stretched open just a little bit more than I had been previously had my lips parting as the air caught in my throat. But I didn't think too much of it at the time.

"You did so well, sunshine." He cooed lovingly, his voice still deep and hoarse and still sending chills down my now-jellied spine. Though it held a sudden softness to it now, at the same time. He then averted his gaze to my stomach, chuckling lowly as he examined the area. "You are so swollen, my sweetheart. You already look pregnant with my young—so pretty."

He released his talons from my flesh to bring them up to my hair again, gently brushing them through the tangled strains to fix them like the loving husband he was. I sighed while letting my eyes fall shut, so comfortable and happy in his presence.

Though that peaceful moment lasted for a short time, because the next thing I knew, I felt something long and strong snaking tightly around my waist. My eyes shot back open, and I glanced down to see his tail wrapping around me again and again, caging me within its grasp. When I looked back up at my lover's face, his stiff reptilian lips had formed a dangerous grin.

"Now for the final part." He announced, his voice deep and growlly yet again. "The marking process."

"W-What does that mean?" I stuttered weakly between still uneven breaths, unable to fully calm myself from the previous events, which made me nervous for the next ones that my husband had in mind.

"It means I will have to bite your neck as just a thin layer of my acid covers my canines, allowing me to brand you as my mate." He explained casually, like it was nothing at all. But then, his voice grew just a bit of humanity back into it as he spoke his next sentence. "If you are uncomfortable with this—"

"No," I interrupted him abruptly, not really thinking of my words before speaking them. And that was because I didn't need to, because I was already sure. "I want you to."

"Are you sure?" He asked, peering down at me with concern thick in his eyes.

Raising a hand to his cheek, I brushed my fingers along the rough scales. His eyes then fluttered shut as he leaned into my touch, a soft rumble coming from within him, imitating a low purr. I gently placed my lips upon his snoot, and his eyes shot open, as if he were astonished by the gesture.

When I pulled back, I gazed up at him with nothing but love in my eyes for the man as I murmured, "Yes, Syzoth. Make me your mate for good."

"Ok." He whispered before lowering his face to my neck, his teeth gently grazing the flesh as if to test the waters. "Do you trust me?"

"I trust you." I whimpered, my body quivering slightly. Not from fear, but from anticipation. I knew Syzoth would never put me in harm's way. I really did trust him with all my heart.

With those words being spoken, Syzoth allowed his teeth to continue grazing my neck for a moment longer before letting his sharp canines sink into its soft flesh. I cried out in pain, and Syzoth had to hold down my arms to keep me from writhing so he could complete the mating ritual.

Tears filled my eyes as a hint of acid stung my skin, staining it crimson. Though deep down, I felt okay because I knew Syzoth would never put my life in danger—I knew that by scarring me with his bite, I would be his forever.

The acid worked quickly to burn a small portion of my skin away to engrave the marks of his teeth into my flesh. The pain pierced nerves within me and made it hard to stay still, but I tried my best for him. After all was said and done, he released my throat.

His scaley lips lingered upon the bite for a moment before he freed his long tongue to gently caress the area, lapping up the blood and soothing the scorching pain that seared through the bite. Once he was sure that the wound was clean, he pulled back and stared down at me with a loving gaze filling his eyes as my blood dripped down his chin.

I wanted to tell him how much I loved him—that I was so blessed to call him my husband—but like the acid did to my throat, the experience had melted my brain. I was too tired—too in shock—to speak or function at all. So I just laid there, my dopey eyes watching my pretty Zaterran contently. I was so numb from everything that I could barely feel now—so numb that I barely even felt the two knots swelling within my holes. But regardless of not knowing what was going on below my waist, I knew I would be sore tomorrow.

"My precious wife, you will look so beautiful carrying my children." Syzoth murmured, his Zaterran tone still coarse but gentle with the tenderness of the moment. "I am so proud and honored to call you my mate."

After speaking his words of adoration, Syzoth pressed his forehead against my own. He had told me about this before—that it was a way to say "I love you" in Zaterran. The gesture meant more to me than any kiss or hug I had ever received. When he finally moved—several moments later—he nuzzled his nose into my neck once more, though now it was just to cuddle.

His tail curled around me in a protective manner, and soon after, soft snores were heard from the sweet boy. I couldn't have been happier—I couldn't have felt more loved and wanted. I could feel the magical swirling feeling of butterflies within my stomach, and something told me that it was his seed being conceived into sweet little eggs of our young.

I rested my hands on his back, gently stroking his scales as I began to drift off as well. I knew that he would be just as good of a father as he was a husband, and I couldn't wait to start that beautiful journey with him in the near future.

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Oliver Quick NSFW Alphabet

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Oliver isn't one to really put too much effort into aftercare if it's a casual encounter, but if his feelings run deeper? He'll be all over you, helping wipe you down, running you a bath, getting you a drink and a snack. He has a very Daddy vibe to him and it definitely shows when he wants to care for you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite body part of yours is your eyes - he knows it's a bit twisted, but he loves seeing you cry because you look so fucking adorable and vulnerable when you do it. And he''s the only one who's able to comfort you. Also loves your ass tbh. On himself, he loves his eyes as well, because he knows how pretty you find them.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Ollie's favorite place to cum is inside you, but if for some reason that's not an option, he loves cumming all over your face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has absolutely jacked off over your bed while you're sleeping, more than once while you're both at Saltburn. He can't even bring himself to feel guilty about it. It's your fault for looking so damn tempting.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Decent amount of experience, man knows what he's doing and knows more than enough to keep you satisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Mating press or any other position where you're underneath him. He likes being the one in control for the most part and having you beneath him, begging for his cock, is one of his most favorite sights.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Mostly serious! If he's very comfortable with you and trusts you, he might get a little goofy, but for the most part, fucking is a fairly serious endeavor for him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Y'all have seen the movie, I don't think I need to go into a ton of detail hehehe.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Eye contact is key for him. As mentioned before he loves your eyes, loves being as close to you as possible. He just wants to possess you and your love in every way possible.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

This man masturbates so fucking much to pictures of you by the pool, photos he's managed to get of you while you're sleeping. He's like a fucking deviant. He sees you, gets hard, and has to excuse himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, blood kink, overstimulation are his big three. He also doesn't mind a bit of knifeplay or chaseplay.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In your bedroom or somewhere there's a risk of being caught. He quite enjoys the exhibitionist aspect of it as well as the inherent fear of being found.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you meet his eyes, when you cry, when you wear bottoms that show off your ass, pretty much just when you exist.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Don't think he'd be into fluids etc other than blood/spit/cum. But other than that, Ollie will try anything once.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Prefers giving at any time of day, noon, or night. Gets fucking drunk off the taste of your pussy to the point that he'll just keep eating you out until you're sobbing and shaking beneath him. And even then, he'll keep going, telling you that you can give him another one.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes it rough but slow. Likes taking his time with you, bringing you to the edge then depriving you of what you want so desperately, teasing you over and over. He likes to make it last.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

In spite of his name, quickies aren't at the top of his to do list. Would much prefer a longer go.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Open to pretty much anything and absolutely loves engaging in risk taking behavior. Will do anything once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Ollie can last a decent while and he also has a pretty quick recovery time. With minimal and short breaks, this man can keep you satisfied all fucking night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a wide variety of toys and uses them both on you and himself. Loves having you use a plug, watching you squirm in your seat at the thought of him fucking your pretty little ass later.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Absolutely loves teasing. He's so mean about it too, taunting you, edging you, then overstimming the fuck out of you.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very vocal about how good your pussy feels around him. Lots of grunting, rasping, and sometimes - on rare occasion, whimpering when you squeeze around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Seems completely dom to you at first, but he's totally a switch. Loves it when you mix it up and take control.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Y'all have seen this man is packing a magnum dong, I can't add any more than that.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Extremely high, but he likes testing himself, holding himself back until he can't take it anymore and just has to have you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Takes a while to fall asleep, longer than you do, just watches you, stroking your hair and enjoying the intimate little moment.

Intoxicating Scent

Prompt 27: Breeding Pairing: Syzoth X Fem!Reader Description: Being in heat was difficult for Syzoth. Every three months, he would struggle to keep himself from tackling you 24/7. But he always managed to refrain from doing so. However, when you end up in heat at the exact same time, he loses all control... Warnings: HUGE Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Syzoth In Heat, Dirty Talk, P In V, Creampie, Talk Of Oviposition... Word Count: 1.2k Main MasterList: 🖤 Kinktober MasterList: 🖤 Synny's Angels: @lorebite, @mornandil, @queenkhepri, @bihansthot, and @mmeerraa.

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When I wake from my slumber, I am drenched in sweat and my heart is racing. I swallow a few times, discovering that my throat is feeling sore and dry, like it hadn't seen water in days. It roars within me—my Zaterran instinct—demanding that I succumb to my desires.

Usually, this voice was redundant, constantly reminding me of the purpose of my reproductive system when I was in heat. But today, its whispers have become screams. Being in heat was hell, but this was something else—I had never experienced a feeling like this before. And when I am breathing deeply to catch my breath, I smell something—something that makes my blood boil with need.

I look to my side to see my lover lying naked between the sheets. She is fast asleep, exhausted from our activities earlier this night. She looks so pretty—the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I always found my mate attractive, but something about the way she looks now is just too addicting to pull my eyes away. I lean over her and inhale deeply to take in her scent, and it hits me: she's in heat too. She is at her most fertile at this moment, and my body is going absolutely crazy for it.

Both of us are in heat at the same time; the poor girl doesn't stand a chance.

My reptilian instincts kick in, and I nudge her neck with my nose—a small courting ritual Zaterrans do before breeding. I bury it just under her jawline and take a big sniff, letting her scent fill my lungs and intoxicate every corner of my feral mind. She wakes, her pretty eyes glancing up at me as the corners of her lips curl into a sweet and loving smile.

Luckily, it doesn't take long for her to figure out what I want, and I am relieved when she lays flat on her back and spreads her legs.

A low growl emits from somewhere within as I stare at her willing form. The rest was a blur. I don't remember ripping the bedsheets from her body or how they ended up in a torn-up mess on the floor—I don't remember how I ended up bending her so she was ass up in the air and her face was buried within our pillows.

All I remember is sinking my twitching, aching member into her core and sighing as her warmth finally cured the agony I had suffered from. But that moment of peace was merely the calm before the storm, because that primal voice within screams at me, ordering me to stuff her full of my seed. I have to get her pregnant.

I NEED to!

I pull out quickly, earning a soft whine of disappointment from her. But soon, those displeased sounds would be turned into moans of ecstasy when I would reenter with brutal force, my tip instantly bruising her cervix. I hold her down by the shoulders with one hand and hold her hips up against me with the other. I pound into her over and over, allowing her tight walls to milk me of everything I have.

I press my chest against her back, enjoying how her form trembles beneath me as I trap her between me and the mattress. She has no room to move—barely any room to even squirm like her body naturally desires to do in this state. I croon her name as the heat radiates off of her feverish flesh and warms me like a fire. I could stay buried within her for hours, siphoning that heat from her and basking in its company.

She whines and begs as I claim her—as my nails dig deeply into her flesh as my hips hastily snap back and forth furiously on a mission. Though her words fall on deaf ears, since I am too in my wild Zaterran nature to comprehend them. My throat grows more torrid by the second, and my tongue intuitively lashes out to lave her throat, flickering against her rapidly fluttering pulse to collect the droplets of sweat upon my pallet.

I can't hold back my moans, as it tastes sweeter than any drink I have ever consumed. It is like I have been stranded in a dry desert—dehydrated and dying from thirst—and she was the oasis that saved me from my fate. She is not only my goddess but also my savior.

Her trobbing core embraces my length tightly, suctioning on to it and pulling me back each time I begin to pull out. That is the only language I understand now. This shows me that she needs me just as much as I need her in this moment, and I am more than willing to provide for her what she so badly craves.

However, I am unable to fully focus on what she wants now, as my nature has me wanting one thing and one thing only—that one thing that I'll do anything to get, which is fill her with my children. I am already leaking within her, but it is not nearly enough. No, I won't be satisfied until her little belly expands with my seed, pearls of it dripping down her legs since she is too stuffed to contain it all. But I would make sure that she would take as much as she could.

"I'm going to fill you to the brim with my seed and make your stomach swell with my kin! I'm going to put a whole clutch within you and make you the mother of my children!" I growled deeply, my voice growing daunting as it now sounds more animalistic than anything, much like the voice I hear inside my head.

With each pump of my member into her soothing heat, that bubble of arousal grows larger, threatening to pop at any moment. And when it does, a feral roar tears from my throat as I release all of my semen into her gentle womb to coat its walls. I place my hand on her stomach, feeling it finally swell with my seed as I stuff her full. After my member showers her womb thoroughly, she collapses on the bed, rolling slightly onto her side since she is unable to lay face down now. Soon, I see why

As I rest on top of her, I look down at her now-inflated stomach. I gently brush a hand over the rounded flesh, and knowing it will soon grow even more as my seed develops into my offspring makes me smile. I feel my heart flutter as I imagine them fresh from their eggs—my little hatchlings will look so adorable. And their mother—she looks so beautiful right now, my heart can barely handle it. But... Something is still wrong.

She is not nearly swollen enough—she needs more. Instinctively, my hips retract and push back against hers once again. She responds with a tired whimper, but I ignore it, too distracted by my yearning desire to release yet another load into her already-overflowing womb to focus on anything else. I will not stop until I have emptied myself fully in her—I won't stop until she is filled completely with my young.

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You are friends with Charlie and have known him for years, although the two of you changed a lot as you grew up one thing stayed the same. Charlie’s annoying moping, the constant complaining that girls never want him. Every single time he brought it up you rolled your eyes, in your mind calling it his ‘pathetic pent-up virgin rant’ but you’d never say that to his face. You don’t know how many times it took him rambling on and on, until you to snapped, twenty? thirty times? It didn’t matter because one fateful afternoon you had enough of his miserable complaining, pushing him roughly against the sofa, kissing him until his brain turned to mush.

Once you had him hypnotized by your lips it didn’t take much convincing to get him to him naked. Charlie was nothing more than a blubbering mess above you as he fucked you enthusiastically into the soft cushions of his sofa. None of the sounds leaving his mouth resembled words as you degraded him. Telling him just how irritating he had been, how infuriating it was to hear him complain about not being able to shove his cock into ‘sexy girls’. You had Charlie how you wanted him, a whimpering mess as he tried to thrust as deep as he could into your cunt. His head drops to your shoulder as he takes shaking breaths. You laugh at him as you feel his warm tears falling onto your shoulder, your pussy had him crying like a bitch until his hips jerked against you as his orgasm ripped through his body.