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Host Part 1 [F+Creature][Worms][Noncon][Monster][More unusual kinks listed in opening preamble]

So I don’t normally visit this sub; as you’ll no doubt see my kinks are a little more unusual so I tend to find myself on subreddits that feature similar content. But after posting elsewhere, a friend suggested posting it here as well. Hopefully those of you who aren’t repulsed will enjoy it.

**Warning on fetishes and kinks:** unrealistic ear/brain penetration (brain entered sexually, but no gore or pain), mind control, nipple penetration, invertebrates, oviposition, non-human impregnation, parasites, rape, somnophilia (sleep sex).

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I loved gardening, it was such a simple thrill watching things grow and thrive through your own hard work. It was a strange feeling, taking pride in creating new life, but it was still a great passion of mine.

I devoted most of my time to my garden, but this year’s drought had really messed me around. My old compost heap had entirely dried out and my generations of worms had died with the heat. It was particularly frustrating because I loved those little worms; they’d helped me look after my garden since I first brought them and now they were all gone.

Still, you gotta move on, right? Read more »

[MF] [pee] [preg] Phone sex

This story starts at a bar. It starts with one beer too many. Well, one may be an understatement. It starts with many beers too many.
And it ends in a bedroom.
She was as beautiful as they come. And dressed to kill. Stockings. Miniskirt. A top that left nothing to the imagination. Curves for ages. I could go on and on and on. The moment I saw her, I knew I would spend all night at that bar. Looking at her. Lusting for her.
And eventually going back to my hotel room. Alone. And horny. The alcohol, not helping. Her perfect body, also not helping.

And here I was. In a hotel room. Alone. A raging storm of hormones, like I hadn’t experienced since I was a teenager. But I am no teenager anymore. I’m in my mid 30s. A manager. And that night, I was on a business trip. Three hundred miles away from home. What’s a man in my situation to do? Seattle is no Las Vegas. Plus, if I tried to recruit the services of a professional, I would be terrified of being arrested. No, no. Truly, my only recourse was to take my situation in my own hand, so to speak. Read more »

Harry Potter and the Witcher Chronicle – Chapter 6 – Witcher, Harry Potter Crossover, MF, Francesca Findabair, Creampie, Minor Begging, Slutty Elf, Impregnation Tease, Harry Potter.

In the morning after meeting Ida, he was surprised to find both her and Phillipa eager to go again. Ida kissed him all over when Phillipa rode him and then once again; he fucked Ida while she used some of her elven magic to play with Phillipa’s asshole while whipping tiny bands of fire across the raven-haired woman’s nipples. When he settled down for breakfast, the young wizard hadn’t consumed a meal as greedily accept for when he enjoyed some of his first meals with Hagrid after finding out he was a wizard. Cumming in a sorceress and a sage was hard work, not that he minded.

Unfortunately, while relations between Ida and Phillipa had improved, Ida revealed that she did not have the knowledge to help them. Fortunately, she had an idea of someone who could help them.

“Queen Francesca Findabair. If there is an elf alive who would know the arcane ways to bring you back to your world, the queen is the best chance you have Harry.” Ida said, her expression still slightly sharp towards him. The sage’s expression softened slightly.

“Forgive me Harry. I still see your ears. But you are no dh’oine. Not from our world, at least.” Read more »

Pregnant Office Lust [MF][Preg]

Teri’s body had always fascinated me. She was in her
early 20s, slender, with medium sized tits, and a well
maintained figure. It was obvious to me she was proud
of her body and took good care of it. She wasn’t tall,
about 5′ 1″, and had brownish blonde hair, which she
wore a little longer than her shoulders. She was
invariably pleasant and always had a “Good morning, Mr.
Franks” whenever she saw me.

Teri worked down the hall from me as a secretary in
another office. She and my secretary were office pals
and often had lunch together or chatted during their
coffee breaks. Whenever she would stop by to talk with
Marcia, I’d see her in the outer office and would
fantasize about what her body looked like without
clothes.

In my day-dreams, she had shapely legs, a tight ass,
slender waist, and mouth-sized tits with pert nipples
just a little darker than the rest of her skin. The
hair covering her pussy was the same color as the hair
on her head, letting me know it was her natural color.
Of course, she would always want me to fuck her right
there in the office and I’d always oblige. Read more »

The Island – Part Seven (MMF, Bi, Cum, Cuckold.)

(Don’t forget to read the previous chapters. I know a few of you will love this chapter, I’ve got many requests.)

After yesterday’s marathon of impregnation, Scott, Rachel and Paul spent most of today lounging around the house and the pool. Rachel had woken up in Paul’s arms, her pussy sore and messy from their nine fuck sessions the day before. On the other hand, Scott woke up at the foot of their bed, his cock already hard as he remembered each detail, a respectful helper and observer for Paul’s breeding of his wife. He had tried to mentally record each vivid detail including Rachel’s moans and the musky sweet scent of their body fluids, Read more »

[M] [F] [preg] How I bred your mother

Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the phase of the moon. Maybe it’s just the butterfly effect at work. But I can’t sleep. And neither can you. Something is bothering me and you alike. We lay next to each other. Awake as can be. It’s dark outside. The night is silent. We don’t even need to turn the lights on, we’ve been sitting in the dark long enough that we can see each other.

“Quickie?” you say.
“We’re out of condoms, you know” I remind you. We said we’d never have kids. You love your career. I think climate change will kill us all. Kids are not in the cards for us. And you can’t use birth control. So, we’re always religious about condoms. But we’re out.

You think about it for a brief second. “You’ll have to pull out” is your final verdict. That’s the most risk you and I have ever taken. Pulling out! Like savages who aren’t really ready for a kid, but if it happened..
Somehow, you sound so assertive, so persuasive, so right. Common sense be damned. It can’t be bad if it’s voiced with such confidence. “Alright”. I climb on top of you. We make out a bit. I can feel myself grow while our tongues dance against each other. I’m hard. You moan softly as I bite your neck. “I’m wet” your only words, a barely audible whisper. Read more »

Immaculate Conception [STR8] [MF] [NC] [PREG] [MDOM]

The church is quiet now. It’s late. The building left open for sinners to come plead for their absolution. That’s not why I’m here though. True I would be concidered a sinner by the standards of the church, but I no longer care. I’m here for you. A pretty little thing that galavants around indulging in sin and vice, then coming here to beg forgiveness only to do it all again.

I’ve been following you for a while, and I was surprised by your two-faced nature. Here you’re such a pious good girl, but out in the world you’re a regular Jezebel. I wonder if you realize the duplicity in your behavior, maybe that’s what makes it so fun. What would your acquaintances here think if they knew how dirty you could be. Maybe after tonight maybe I can shatter your delusions about all of this, and set you free to indulge in hedonistic delights. A wicked smile curls on my lips at the thought. Read more »

[M] [F] [inc] [pee] [preg] The champagne room

I have a confession to make. One that weighs on me so heavily. One that I think only you can hear. I don’t even really know where to start, and despite having a lot of reasons to justify, to defend, they sound more like hollow excuses to me. I will let you be the judge.

This story starts many decades ago, in Silcox, a small town in Wyoming. My name is Jack De Vaalt, and I was born there. So was my wife, Janice Pershing. The town was run more like a Christian cult than anything else. Strict morals, curfews, you name it, we had it. Everything in the pursuit of purity. I was never made for that. I was made for the pleasures of life. I was made to sit by the ocean sipping a drink. I was made for love. For bliss. Or, as they would call it there, eternal damnation. I got an early start of trouble by getting caught making out with Janice in a parking lot. The only solution? Getting married of course. And so we did. I was 21, she wasn’t even 18 quite yet. We had to get a special approval. But off we want, to married life. It took us a couple years, but we ended up pregnant. We gave birth to our first, and only, child, sweet lovely Nicole Anne De Vaalt. And a few years later, I managed to persuade Janice to leave Silcox and start a new life. We basically had to run off in the night, like rats through the sewers. We picked Las Vegas. For a man like me, the perfect place. All amusement, all entertainment, available. A true haven of pleasure, an endless supply of endorphins at your fingertips. Janice accepted her fate, more out of obedience than true desire of freedom. Read more »