Tag: Fisting

[MF] [femdom] Dnd style Half orc archdruid having her way with an elven prince

Content:  femdom Blood, strangling, biting, knifes, ownership oral and non con roleplay between a half orc having her way with an elven prince its what you’d expect based on a real roleplay.
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Woosh an arrow whizzes past your ear embedding itself in the tree to your right;

You’ve been seen by the raiding party.

As the ginger wood elf prince continues running through the woods arrows are fired past his head, thunking into treas as he books it through the once peaceful woods.  His village has just been raided by a rival settlement of orcs.

               Checks his AC its not high enough” –
-Dungeon master Heh (…get it……)
An arrow catches your cloak of elven kind pinning you to a tree. 

             (Rolls a failed strength check)

You can feel the panic growing in your chest as you strugge to free yourself of the arrow keeping you pinned by the cloak. The panic nearly nearly explodes in your chest as you feel a large hand grasp you by the waist. You’re forcably ripped  off the tree but Your pinned cloack catches your neck, cutting off your air supply for a brief moment before.. snap! the clasp breaks with a sharp crack. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 6 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Vessel of Corruption”**

Althea squirmed and writhed beneath the gaunt fanatic’s touch. The bony fingers held fast. When the four plagued cultists holding Althea’s ankles began chanting in the dark forbidden tongue of demons, the young acolyte darted her frightened gaze amongst them. Whirling like heatless flames, the black light wreathed the woman’s claws, but suddenly the accursed energy plunged into the priestess’ navel. To Althea’s astonishment, she felt no pain. Instead a dull itch spread outward from her belly button. “What? What’s happening to me?!” the young cleric cried out. Craning her neck, she looked down to see the dreaded patchwork of black mold appearing in small spots around her navel. They almost looked like birthmarks, they were so small. But they were there all the same, and there were nine of them. Just like the nine glowing rings around the altar. And in that moment the priestess recalled the association of the number nine with death… Nihilipox, could that be the name of the demon lord of undeath? Though she wanted to delve deeper the memories from her studies in the temple library, another spiking sensation tore her from her thoughts. Read more »

Lair of the Cryptmother Ch. 4 [Dark Fantasy][Body Horror][Light Gore][Noncon][Breeding][Preg]

**”Baptism of Ichor”**

Althea rested a hand over her heart and sighed softly. She needed strength now more than ever; dawdling would lead only to dwelling. She found an old, dusty broom handle without the brush and used it as a walking stick, helping her avoid any more trips and stumbles. “Luminae,” she murmured, and the head of the walking stick glowed in a soft, pale light. Not quite as effective as a torch, but now she could see that at last the tunnel path crept uphill. The acolyte prayed she would see the light of day again soon and be rid of these awful nightmares. If no one warned the villagers of Sapila about the dangers lurking beneath the mountain, then she feared what disaster loomed on the horizon.

Althea paused her thoughts as a mundane but daunting sight now entered the dim light of her make-shift staff. It looked as though some of the tunnel floor had been dug away, intentionally leaving a darkened pit. Now the only way across the pit was a single wooden beam no shorter than twenty feet in length. The priestess swallowed hard at the thought of falling into the black pit below. Perhaps the fall was meant only to incapacitate? She gingerly approached and held the staff over the pit like a fishing rod. At first she noticed no signs of life, but that changed with the sound of a low, rasping groan. By Helestria’s light, could someone be trapped? Read more »

Unexpected Garage Sale Find [MF]

27 [MF] 30

Over the weekend, a neighborhood near me was having a community garage sale (or yard sale to some). I decided to take a drive around mid afternoon as it was winding down. I parked my truck at the beginning of this cul-de-sac and meandered my way up the street, crossing back and forth to look at each home’s remaining picked through items for sale.

I got to a house that had two young ladies in lawn chairs sipping mimosas. I caught the eye of the brunette and we flashed smiles at each other. I perused the items in the driveway while getting closer so I could strike up a conversation. Within minutes the brunette, let’s call her Zoey, was offering me a beer and a chair. I gladly accepted both and soon her friend had left just us two to continue our chat. The flirting soon led into sex talk as it turns out she used to work at a sex shop throughout college. I let her know that one of my kinks was risky sex in public places. This would come into play later. Read more »

Holly’s Tales…Part 6

If a million candles had been lit along my path, I would not have glimpsed a single flicker. The sound of the patter of my feet along a warm tiled floor suggests we’re in a hallway. There are no turns, and shortly the warmed tile changes to something smooth and slightly textured.

*Wood floor?*

The sound abruptly changes and my footsteps are loud and distinct and reverberating throughout a large space. We’re in the large room beyond the massive glass windowed entryway. Oddly, the sound is uncomfortably familiar. As we continue our walk, I also realize that we haven’t made a single turn. Mister Donovan isn’t guiding me around any furniture. I walk on no rugs. I realize why it’s so uncomfortable.

*This room is empty.* *There’s no furniture or rugs or anything.* *Odd…* Read more »

[F]riends husbands part 3

1 request was to fist me… that can be done depending how big his hands are. Its been done plenty of times but still some men have monster hands

2… a little more intense with not a great deal of experience. He wanted cock and ball torture. He has a ball stretcher. Wants to be blindfolded and degraded about his pathetic cock size and premature ejactulation issues whilst telling him how “i know his wife and how she cheats” on him. Interesting… that will require some research on my part on how to do this correctly but ill give it my best shot.

3. Wanting to watch one friend fuck me then eat then fuck me straight after. Ok bit of a cuck sissy fetish i can do that.

4. Wanting me to wear his wifes wedding dress and fuck me… wow that one is a bit on the extreme side (as a female my wedding dress is quite sarced to me) Read more »

Cream & Coco, Chapter 12 [Fm] [Incest] [Mother/Son]

[Chapter 11](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/k6oejx/cream_coco_chapter_11_fm_incest_motherson/)

I stood naked at the sink, looking at my reflection. A contemporary woman’s worst enemy, the mirror. I sighed, shaking my head. What did Drew see? I was pushing forty. I wasn’t young. I wasn’t exciting. I’d been a mom for half my life, for crying out loud. Nagging and scolding, being the killer of fun.

What was I even thinking? I thought I’d matured past this. Instead I felt like a teenager, worrying about the boy I liked liking me back. Was it because I was a sexual creature again? I’d been in limbo this whole time, and now the insecurity was back. I touched my hips and breasts. Did Drew like them?

Before I even noticed, Drew strolled in and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing the side of my neck. I moaned and turned my head, and he kissed me passionately, a hand gliding up to cup a breast. “You’re beautiful, mom,” he growled when he pulled away, and I looked back at the mirror uncertainly. He stared along with me, then blinked slowly. “Hm. Looks like you needed to hear that.”

“Nonsense,” I croaked, voice breaking halfway through a two-syllable word. Christ have mercy. Read more »

Da Fuck is an E-Boi? Part Four (Gay, Femme, Gay4pay, Exhibitionism, Story building focus)

Soft moan’s came from the figure on their back, legs spread. A mask was on their face and slick black hair just long enough to cover one eye while the other was half lidded in ecstasy. The rest of their face was covered in a mask with a cute animal muzzle on it. A cartoon cat perhaps? Really it was the last thing most people noticed. First they noticed how a fat cock was plowing the figures ass, and just above it a completely smooth and very hard cock was bouncing like mad.

“Oh gawd! Fuck me Daddy! Gimme that, HNNG! Gimme that MEAT!” The one clearly in view eye rolled back as another cry of pleasure was put out. Then that eye went wide. The figure looked down, something like shock in their mostly covered expression. “Ohmahgawd, ohmahgawd, ohmawga-ga-gnnnnnnggg!” And suddenly small but definite squirts of cum shot out of the stiff bouncing cock. It launched up their chest, which was mostly bare. They wore a part of atop, arm coverings that came together to cover shoulders and link together like a choker around their pale neck. But their stomach was splattered in several spurts of jizm, one even making it up to land on a pierced nipple. Read more »

Teaching my [45M] daughter [20F] how to love her huge ass [MF] [anal] [creampie] [daddy] [cheating] [longer story] Part 1

Hi all! I was inspired by a post made on r/dirtypenpals and thought I’d give the prompt a shot as my own piece. This is my first time posting an erotic story. It’s a bit longer, but I hope you enjoy.

This is part one of two.

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“I’m not going back!” Callie yelled as she slammed the front door closed. The short girl practically threw her keys at the bowl on the foyer table and stomped up the stairs.

“Callie, is that you?” her father called out from the kitchen. In a moment, he stepped around the corner, dirty apron covered in flour wrapped around his waist. “Is everything alright?”

“No, everything is not alright,” she gasped, tears welling up in her eyes. “It’s so, so far from alright.”

“What’s wrong? Did something happen at school?” Her father’s brows furrowed.

“I don’t want to talk about it!” Callie screamed, tears now streaming down her face as she ran up the last few stairs. Finally, in her room, she shut and locked the door behind her then collapsed on her bed. Read more »

Slaves of Bucarra pt.3 (M/F) (Orgy) (BDSM)

*Note: In this story I played a lot with fetishes and stereotypes and how I could fit them in a story, taking inspiration from art and literature I’ve read. In the story all women are very submissive, except for the main character [Selena Dantes](https://imgur.com/a/MlREMl5). I finally finished the story. Initially I wanted to split it in three parts, though it’s longer than I had planned, so there will still be one part after this one.

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The following morning Selena was awakened by a loud alarm going off. She could hear all the shouting inside the courtyard. Her eyes were half-closed while she raised her head towards the window. She could only hear more shouting, though didn’t care what was going on and lay her head back on her cushion. Inside the courtyard Baron Sandie arrived at the stables dressed in his bathrobe, “What the hell is going on down here?!” He shouted in a sharp tone.

“It’s the slaves, my lord. They’ve disappeared.” One of the guards responded.

“How is that possible, you idiot! They were shackled. Did someone drop the keys on their watch?” Read more »