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Of Domination & Felching [M/M, dragon/wyrin x human, oral, anal, felching, fetish, domination/submission, public, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Kyrrai is roughly and lustfully pounded by the wyrin, Drogoz…

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Kyrrai sweated heavily, the training area around him and Drogoz the wyrin familiar. His muscles ached, black hair hanging across his face, though that was merely as it had come loose from where he’d had it tied back. His trainer and master, Drogoz, grinned widely, thought the dragon-type wyrin had, to be fair to him, warmed to Kyrrai over the last year. That was something, at least, though Kyrrai had not thought that he would get anything more from the wyrin than a huge piece of meat under his tail, fucked raw until sunrise.

“Not bad,” Drogoz rumbled, inclining his blocky horns. “But you still cannot defeat me.”

It was stated cockily, as if it was still a triumph to the dragon to take his win in every battle. Kyrrai could not remember a time when he had won, though that was why he was in training under Drogoz. The wyrin with his anthro-type body and huge, cannonball shoulders boasted far more prowess that, honestly, he thought he could ever own. But he was willing to try, especially when he was serving under the dragon, fucking every night, grunting, moaning, his arse now willingly accepting the wyrin. Read more »

Consummation with a Chimera [M/F, human x chimera non-anthro monster, oral, vaginal, masturbation, light female led / femdom, exhibitionism, first time together, love/relationships, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A vilgilante and a chimera come together in passion, consummating their unconventional relationship…

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Richard, more colloquially going by “Rick”, paused at the end of the docks connecting with the land once more, seawater prickling in the back of his throat as if he had been drowned in it. It had been a long night already for him, the detective (“vigilante” was a word also used to describe him) having already brought a gang to rights again, down at the docks.

Well, there was nothing right about it, even as Rick stood with his hands in his pockets, lean and athletic, Caucasian but with shocking red-amber eyes that made others keep their distance from him. The claws at his fingers rather than fingernails further set him apart, though it was something that he had learned to accept, somewhat, over time. It was not all that unusual in his life for him to be alone, his long, black hair tied back, though Rick’s features were not as gaunt as they had been before he’d met Rêver. Read more »

Summer Swim with a Tentacle Monster [F/tentacles, consensual, monster, furry/anthro, oral, anal, vaginal, rough, bondage, domination/submission, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A vixen goes for a swim and encounters a horny tentacle monster who is more than keen to fill her in every hole!

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“Ah, this is the life.”

It was late summer, when the water retained the heat of the year, though that would not be the case for much longer. The vixen sculled on her back, the ocean water lifting her, in a spot where no currents would catch her, though she kept one lazy eye on the rip, which could drag her out to sea if she was not careful. The beach was secluded, a few left on the white sands at the tail end of the day, but she was alone out there, away from the surfers and the swimmers, merely treating herself.

And what a treat it was to let the water flow around her, to enjoy the lightness of her buoyancy. Being out in the water made the fox feel as if the world around her had fallen away, as if she was the only one in the world, and the world itself knew that she sorely needed that kind of escape from reality from time to time too. Just to feel like herself again, relaxing, floating, drifting, not a care in the world. Read more »

Sensual Bondage [M/F, dragon anthros, femdom, domination/submission, BDSM, mistress/pet, bondage, restraint, consensual, control, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A dragon is bound by his mistress, blindfolded and kept as her adoring pet in submissive lust…

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The dragon panted and heaved, struggling in his bondage, though it was all for the delight of the moment, how it felt to be restricted and restrained. He had been bound in ropes, a proud, masculine anthro dragon with red scales that came with a lighter, off-white shade to his belly, chest and neck, though stopped a little above his crotch. Of course, his dick was hard and the shibari bondage only made him harder.

It was not meant to free him, suspended there, though Silvas was surprised, a little, at his own flexibility while his mistress dragoness stalked around him, surveying her work. He was tilted to his right, his left leg raised as if to point towards the ceiling, off-setting his point of balance. Not a single knot or crossing of the ropes dug into his scales in the slightest, yet it made him whimper and moan softly to feel how they restricted him, as if his body was in a cage of sorts. Read more »

Breeding Needs [M/F, feral kitsune x dragoness, persuasion/consensual, oral, vaginal, domination/submission, breeding, impregnation, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A feral kitsune slyly convinces a dragoness that he is the best choice to sate her breeding needs, her first season upon the adult as she desperately seeks relief…

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The black dragoness stretched out by the lakeside, mountains rising behind, although they were glad in a summer garb of green, the mountainous area lush and prosperous. It would only be so for a few months, if even that, however, devolving back to a barren wasteland once the warmest months. But a dragon was built to more than simply survive the elements, her black scales strong, though Avina was nothing special, not when it came to dragons.

Long spines lined her back and the tips of her wings, making Avina appear a little more dangerous than she was, fifteen-foot in length, including her long neck and tail respectively. Her wings with their large, leathery flaps of hide, were most usually kept folded in against her back, for she did not often take to the wing, preferring to dwell down near the lakes and, if venturing from her home to the coast, the wider, meandering rivers that took a slower course to the ocean. There was plenty of fish in them, most often the salmon, for her to eat, and the taste of fish rather than mammalian flesh had seemed more pleasing on her tongue in her younger days. Read more »

Avere in the Barracks [M/herm, furry x human, oral, vaginal, competition, masturbation, light dom/sub, guard/master, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Avere, the guard, takes you to the barracks for some fun with your favourite herm guard…

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Avere in the Barracks

Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Chirmaya Nashaar

“I did not expect to see you in the guard barracks.”

Avere did not have to call me “master”, for my head guard was not a slave, even if she was an incredibly sexy feline. And just as promiscuous as many of my slaves were, which was something that only played out to my benefit when it came to shared lust between us. The moon had been high in the sky that night, nearly full, waxing, and the stars had easily guided me over to her quarters in the barracks.

Of course, as my head guard, she had private quarters. I might have kept them private, just for her, even if she had not been in charge of overseeing the other guards on duty, patrolling, some off shift.

“What have you come for this time?” Read more »

Rimming His Stallion Doughnut [M/M, stallion anthros, rimming, anal, light dom/sub, erotica] (AmethystMare)

Rimming a stallion’s tight hole is a pleasure best shared between studs…

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“Unff… Oh, yes, Terry… Terr… Just like that… Oh, fuck, that feels so good!”

The black stallion laid with his legs kicked up while his boyfriend went to town on his pony doughnut, the thick round of his tail hole under his tail. With his legs hitched up as far towards his head as he could, Reece was in the perfect position to feel every centimetre of Terry’s tongue sweeping inside him, the chestnut stallion with the white, white blaze slurping away as if he didn’t have a care in the world. Maybe, for him, that was true.

Terry didn’t care for much, only pleasure, the stallion a little slow in mind but quick on pleasure, his cock throbbing to attention while he pleased his partner. He lapped up deeply with the thick, fleshy expanse of his tongue into Reece’s tail hole, the skin of his pucker a lighter shade of his coat, showing the grey of his skin. Nickering throatily, the black stallion squirmed, panting heavily through flared nostrils, striving to grab what breaths he could. Read more »

Moonshine Lust and Hiccups [M/solo, donkey anthro, handjob/masturbation, hiccup fetish, intoxication, public/exhibitionism, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A donkey stumbling home after a dose of his own potent moonshine finds hiccups are strangely erotic to his throbbing hard-on…

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The river moseyed along its way through the bayou, the marsh rising, peaty and soft, though it was ripe with life, even if a different kind of life to what the majority of the country cherished. There were still plenty of folk about there to enjoy it though, relaxing in the peaceful solitude, no one any more so than a particular donkey who went by James, always with a smile on his lips and bray of a greeting to say “hello” to anyone passing through, whether they wanted to see him or not.

His ears were long and a little rough around the edges, though there was a lot to be had in the donkey, his brown fur tapering through to grey shades. Everyone knew that James was a little on the slow side, if they were putting it politely, but there was not a gal in the little town that didn’t know of the monster that hung between his lungs. Read more »

Under a Macro Dragon’s Foot [M/M, dragon anthros, macro/micro, foot play/fetish, crushing/squashing, orgasm, consensual, public/exhibitionism, erotica] (AmethystMare)

A rampaging macro dragon is seduced by a micro who lusts to be crushed under his foot, wriggling and squirming into the throes of orgasmic bliss…

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Sammy could barely breathe, lost in the moment, the dragon towering above him, letting the micro drake wriggle weakly under his toes. The sixty-foot tall dragon was about three times the size of a London red bus, if they were laid end to end, comparing them to his height, and yet Sammy could not have thought of anywhere else at all that he would have wanted to be, panting and groaning, his cock hard.

It was hard to see him under the glory of the red and black beast who had been rampaging until the promise of something more delectable, though Rashad was not the type of dragon to cause any harm. He just needed some fun. And, sometimes, that fun came in the form of a tiny dragon, a micro to him, who just wanted to get off too, a little fun that served them both. It didn’t matter to either of them as Rashad glared down, mischief in his yellow eyes, that they were out in public, in the middle of the street, only that they got what they needed. Read more »