Author: Yeetaway266

Thin Walls – Part II [MF] [Incest] [Daddy] [Dirtytalk] [Breeding] [Quarantine] [Vulgar] [Ownership] [Blacksmith]

(This is a continuation. Read [part I](https://fm.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/i47l8x/thin_walls_mf_listening_in_burly_man_incest/) first! All characters are adults.)

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Thin Walls – Part II

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There it was again. Ana was listening to the sounds of her uncle, Richard, grunting restlessly in his sleep. The quarantine had been enforced for over a month, and had seriously affected her uncle. It wasn’t safe to bring home guests, and they were only allowed to leave the house for necessities.

Richard was a renowned man in town. He was known for his incredible libido and virility. Ana was aware of this, but after the quarantine he hadn’t been able to leave the house or bring in any of his *girls.* He couldn’t sate his needs like usual, he couldn’t get release. Ana knew this was driving him mad, and had noticed very quickly that he was more aggressive and moody than usual. The past few weeks Richard had spent most days almost entirely dedicated to his work as a blacksmith. The sounds of hot steel being hammered echoing around the building constantly. Read more »

Thin Walls [MF] [Listening in] [Burly man] [Incest] [Breeding] [Vaguely medieval setting] [Vulgar] [Hints of prostitution] [Blacksmith]

(This is a story of a niece listening in on her uncle having sex. Includes possible hints of prostitution and mentions of breeding, as well as an obvious desire for incest on the niece’s part. I reposted because I forgot some things from the title.)

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Thin Walls

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It was a cloudy, gray evening in the quiet town. Near one building the silence was broken by echoes of a hammer striking against an anvil and the warm sounds of a forge. This was the blacksmith’s house.

He was named Richard and quite renowned in town. A figurative bull of a man. He was stout, tall and hairy, with a muscular chest like a barrel and thick, powerful arms. He had a strong, wide jaw covered in dark stubble and always looked determined. The real reason behind his renown however was that all the ladies in town knew him to be a man of unfettered virility. He was popular in the taverns, and a regular of the brothel. Read more »

The Breeding of a Demoness [FM] [Fantasy] [Anthro Beast] [Unrealistic] [Impregnation] [Breeding] [Dirtytalk]

The breeding of a demoness

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The stud was marching frustratedly through the meadows. He was a tall, muscular pinnacle of masculinity. A proud equine breeder. His massive, round, horseballs hung low between his ripped thighs, gently swinging in that heavy, leathery ballsack. They were filled to the brim with his thick, virile breeding batter, and slowly contracting and expanding, almost as if they were breathing, churning out more of their hot load. This stud was pent up and in a breeding frenzy.

The cool summer air did little to ease the oppressive hotness he felt within himself. All he needed was a willing bitch to take. To use and to claim. To leave filled with his virile seed, the burning aching in his fat nuts finally satisfied. Yes, he needed the release. He needed to conquer a fertile female.

His mind was a maelstrom of lust. A storm of hot, powerful need to breed. The thoughts were making his muscles stiffen and his large veiny horsecock leak with fat drops of thick stud precum. It was flowing onto the ground as he walked, leaving a trail and a powerful, musky scent.

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The Arena of Loads – Part II [Fantasy] [Unrealistic] [Beast] [Filthy excess] [Public] [Exhibition] [degrading] [Second person?] [POV]

This is a continuation. [Here’s](https://fm.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hjdc0y/the_arena_of_loads_mf_fantasy_beast_exhibition/) a link to part I.

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You.

Covered in a beasts fat, virile load. Ropes of seed coating your skin. Crawling on the warm marble floor, in a pool of said cum. You were licking up the creatures semen like the desperate cumslut you were.

All around you men were draining their balls as well, shooting ropes of pent up cum onto the arena, or glazing the faces of the servants kneeling at their feet. Some of that hot, fresh cum flew all the way to you, giving you a shower of yet more load.

The beast was panting as it had come down from it’s orgasm, it’s cock done throbbing for now. Fresh load was still oozing from the tip of its cock in thick globs.

To your shock, the penis you had worshiped with such devotion wasn’t coming down. Moments after the last drop of seed pushed its way out of the tip, it seemed to gently throb again.

It was staring at you, with primal hunger and need in its eyes. You felt like prey, but you liked it. Read more »

The Fountain [MF] [Second person] [Female pov] [Just a blowjob][No sex] [No dialogue] [Cock worship] [Cum worship] [Focus on male pleasure]

He was laying down on a large bed, eyes closed, silently breathing. His legs were slightly apart, giving you room to carry out your worship. You lay on your stomach between his muscular thighs, presented with it.

It feels like it’s towering over you. An emotional reaction to what you see. This was the object of your desire, your passion. *The fountain.* This was the monument you worshiped. A hard pillar, like a spear of flesh. His fat cock.

It was erect, with its full veins visible and pulsing. A hard cock. This was your fountain, the fountain that gave you that which you desired above all else. Beneath the cock rested his two large, shaven testicles. Round, full balls, fatter and more impressive than any you had ever seen. So important, they created that which you craved, the seed you were addicted to. You could see them slowly contracting and expanding as if they were breathing, churning out that load. To you they were the most beautiful balls in the world. Read more »

The Arena of Loads [MF] [Fantasy] [Beast] [Exhibition] [Public] [Excess] [cum] [Oral] [Second person?]

Forgot to put this in the title, but this also includes **degrading and humiliation** so don’t read if you’re not into that. **The reader has the pov of the girl in the story.**

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The Arena of Loads

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Warm lights hit your face as you approached the gate. A doorway to the infamous arena. This was a place of much significance to the society you found yourself in. An ancient, holy place. A place for men to sate their lusts.

The smooth, dark marble that the entire structure was constructed of felt cold under you naked feet. You were in an underground hallway leading to the main stage. The arena itself was a round structure surrounded by elevated seating arrangements for an audience.

This place was built as shrine for release. A building with the sole purpose of letting out men’s most depraved needs. To enter its arena was a great honor, though once you were inside you’d be greeted with no politeness or respect.

You had been selected for today. Secretly it had been a fantasy of yours for years. Read more »