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>Rule 34 - If it exists there is porn of it.

Then why do you get 0 results? Is your kink too niche for Ao3?
Is the wrong character the top every time?

Does the smut you want just not exist on the internet?
Come talk to me.

• Fiction: $.06/Word. $60 / Thousand Words. My usual sweet spot is 5,000 words, roughly 20 pages, but I can do shorter and far longer too.
• RP: $35/Hour.
• RPG: A full RPG game $50/Hour
• I also make games!

Let's write something new on the internet.
No Underaged. No Racism. No Scat

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Or here on Reddit. Try and be chaste in your first message. Reddit likes to bury explicit messages.

Kinks I love to work with:

Small Dom	Transformation	Oviposition
Horror	Twink Dom	Romance
Cuckold	Pegging	Feminization

Erin was in consumer hell wandering the maze-like furniture store, trying to avoid the bulk of the crowds. Hell was intentionally disorienting, the living rooms ran into the kitchens ran into the bedrooms and then back into the kitchens gain. At the very least it wasn't an American hell, but an imported one, and a bit of capitalism's sharp sting was lost in translation.

The only thing she needed was a coffee table, but a small one that would fit in her bedroom. Would that be an end table instead? It had already taken an hour to drive outside the city. She reached up and drew her hair back again, dirty blonde that always seemed to get into her face, and wrapped it back up again in the fraying hair tie.

"Hello ma'am could I help you?" asked some kid at least ten years her junior in an offensively blue polo shirt.

"No. No, you can't help me."

"Well, may you be found by someone who can." The pock-faced wageworker said hopefully. Why did it sound like a curse?

Erin shook her head and tumbled through one of the secret passages, trying to catch her breath. The employee took the hint and didn't follow her. Erin buried her face in the fake hide rugs, inhaling deep. There was an almost musky smell to this place, not the usual smell of sweat and plasterboard, something like hide.

She drew her face back in shock and looked down to the tag. The fake hide rugs weren't fake.

Erin struggled to breath and finally started to run. Pushing past customers, she stumbled forward and slammed into what could only have been a large man, towering over her.

It was like running into a slab of beef. Erin couldn't get the scent of musty hide out of her mind. "Sorry!" She insisted, wiping tears from her eyes as she twisted away.

"Is okay." Boomed the large man.

Men weren't what she needed right now. Just a quiet place to refocus, a place without crowds. She rushed through near blindly, through the children's section, then to what might have been home office, or was it home theater? The whole time, there was a slow crashing sound. It must have been some sort of machinery, rhythmic and moving ever closer.

Thud. The sound wasn't mechanical at all. She curled up on the bed, one that was surprisingly comfortable and no less than five syllables trying to hide from the moment, trying to hide from what she was sure to be an awkward conversation.

Thud. Thud. The smell of hide was inescapable now. Even with her eyes closed, Erin could feel the lights flicker, that laboratory warm glow of fluorescence no longer pushing past her eyelids. She was here, alone in the labyrinth cast in darkness.

She felt a spike of fear. Erin herself was a slight woman, skinny, without much muscle to speak of. She was there in her jeans, a white blouse and sensible flats. She had lost her purse three departments ago. Erin slipped her hand into a tiny pocket, drawing a spare house key. It wasn’t much, but if she had to, she could jab it into someone’s eye.

The fear wasn’t unwarranted. She was not alone, warm flesh, soft and yielding, hidden behind a lattice of callouses dragged across her face. Erin drew breath in sharply, not yet wanting to open her eyes. She was being pet by fingers, though fingers far too large, so thick around that when she reached her hands up to try and grasp, she could barely wrap her whole hand around a single one of them.

"What are you?" She asked. She had meant to ask what he was doing. Or what he was doing here. But his strangeness was impossible to ignore, as was his maleness. That smell of warm hide run through now with something else. A very sexual hunger. One that Erin normally would have found repulsive, but even now, after the fatigue of the day, she felt a pang for deep in her stomach.

"Lordagsgodkar" A deep voice rumbled out, in a vaguely foreign accent. "Is your first time at Ikea?" He would ask, tracing one of those large fingers down along her jaw, slightly tilting her face up, so that she was looking towards him, even while Erin kept her eyes firmly shut.

"All will be well." He said in a rumble-purr, tracing the pad of his finger down along her throat past Erins' clavicles, and down Erin's chest, calloused flesh catching on Erin's cheap white blouse, and her bra beneath, slowly dragging it down against her chest.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked opening her eyes, in the gloom of flickering Glimma candles she finally saw him, the towering hunk of manflesh she had bounced off before. Large horns curved out from his skull, her first impression a demon to firmly place her in hell, but they were more bovine.

His eyes were kind. His entire face that of bull, cow-hide running down into a man's flesh, fur and chest hair blending to where no seam could be clearly seen.

"You carry demons with you. Damning yourself for every imagined sin. This is no hell. Just a labyrinth." The minotaur wrapped up Erin's entire slight form in a single hand, lifting her with ease and carrying her through the bedrooms department. "This one is much more comfortable." He said, placing her down on a piece of heaven with a down comforter.

Erin kicked her feet, not trying to escape, but trying to reach for the ground, her flats slipping off and tumbling along the carpet.

"You don't know me, I don't know you! What should I even call you?" She asked, breathing heavily, almost instinctively parting her legs as he laid her out on the bed.

"You can call me Lord for short." He said with a chuckle. "Look down." Erin gulped and finally did, seeing where Lord's abdomen started to become more bestial again, that furred hide leading at last to a dark sheath... and from it fully extended was what should have been a nightmare, something Erin had only seen before in nature documentaries. Though, had they ever been so large? Had they ever smelled so right? This had been the smell that had been following her the last half hour, that had been worming through her mind. That she had been running towards unwittingly.

That flared tip pressed against her belly, pushing her shirt up, impossibly warm and impossible to ignore, Erin could feel it dragging upwards, leaving a smear of precum behind across her belly, across her chest, soaking through her shirt as Lord slowly dragged that cock along her.

"Most guests are confused by the labyrinth." Lord helpfully explained while pushing up between Erin's slight breasts, leaving her speechless. "The necessity of a labyrinth in a furniture store aside, the labyrinth is not a place of punishment, or even imprisonment." Erin blinked, not understanding at all, starting down into that flared tip of the cock, the whole monstrous thing seemingly as long as her torso, if not even longer. She brought her arms up mesmerized, wrapping them about her Lord's cock, holding tight, trying to give just that much more stimulation.

The cock seemed to wink at her, and so she extended her tongue out, tracing along the cockslit, tasting that salty forbidden fluid, like an immediate high to her brain. "I..." She tried to say before lapping again.

"It is an act of pilgrimage, in symbol and in act. To walk to the center, to trace the steps of those who came before. To find yourself at journey's end."

Erin blinked, looking up from that cock, confused. "Do you always talk?" She asked before pressing her face against that tip, eagerly smothering herself in that ever flowing precum, thicker and richer than any of the few men she had been with.

"Yes. It gets lonely." Lord said with a sigh. "But we can talk more after your ache is cured." He said, petting her once again with that large hand, smearing precum through her hair, her hair tie now thoroughly lost somewhere in the showroom.

Lord raised himself back, his cock still rigid pressing up against Erin's cum-soaked blouse, before finally ripping through the weakened fabric, leaving a few scraps of fabric along his cock, little trophies that he would have to pick clean after. He brought his hand around underneath Erin, fumbling with the clasps of Erin’s striped bra, finally just ripping the band apart and tugging the bra off of her, casting it off to land on a shark plushie. “You deserve better.”

He reached down clumsily, fooling with the front of Erin's jeans, unable to unbuckle them, he ended up just ripping the crotch open before starting to tug the jeans down, before finally tossing them off of her legs and into a basket of decorative pillows.

He inhaled and caught a scent of her arousal, a sharp note in her pervading musk, and nodded. "Good, you are ready to begin." He said, pulling free her striped panties as well, tearing them further, before bringing them up to his face, and finally tossing them into his mouth, giving him something to chew on for what came next.

"Be careful with me?" Erin squeaked out in a gasp, unable to deny her desire to get run through by the massive bull, to utterly surrender herself to her new Lord.

"I'll try." Lord drew his cock back slowly down Erin's body, before slipping that flared head between her thighs, forcing them even wider around the minotaur's girth. He dragged the blunted tip of his cock against Erin's labia, smearing her with precum, even as she anointed him in turn with her own flowing arousal, making for an already frothing mixture between the two of them.

Erin felt him drag across her flesh, her petals reaching out as if to pet, or simply be dragged along his blunted tip, feeling the ridge of the cock dragging along her thighs, her clit engorged slowly pressing back against Lord's hungers.

Finally, Lord would start to push, stretching Erin's labia wide, and then wider still, forcing her open to accommodate his sheer girth as she choked on her words, struggled to stay conscious during that initial penetration, while painful, it felt like his engorged cock tapped into the very core of her. With a scream, her first orgasm was drawn out of her at the moment of initial penetration, finally stretched wide around the head of his cock.

Her entire body was on fire, the pain only highlighting the pleasure further as that massive organ slowly pushed inside of her, taking her like no cock had taken her before, leaving her legs twitching and spasming to try and understand the feelings fucked into her.

Lord was as gentle as he could be with his size, pushing until he met the resistance of Erin's womb, her cervix yet refusing to budge and surrender. "This is going to sting." Lord warned her, petting her face slowly, holding her jaw up to look at him with a thumb. "Hold on." He said, lowering his head down.

Erin gulped, reaching her hands up to grab hold of Lord's horns, unable to grip near the base, having to hold onto the tapered tips. "...ready." she gulped out, knowing but still unable to comprehend what was coming.

"Good girl." Lord told her before starting to buck his hips, pushing against that barrier inside of Erin. It seemed unyielding at first, each strike laced through with pain, though at this point Erin's mind was swimming in a storm of pleasure, each strike of pain only the lightning that lit the night.

"Yessss...." She hissed crying out, reaching her legs up to try and hook her bare feet on Lord's hips and bend her knees, to impale herself upon her Lord's cock, to make his fucking of her ever easier, to give her that overwhelming sensation and relief from today's shopping experience.

Lord grunted and growled, visible steam exiting his nose as he macerated her panties. He thrust, and thrust again, and finally he thrust through, breaking and remaking Erin's very core, and fucking his cock through and into her womb.

Erin's eyes rolled back as she screamed out, orgasming yet again. Lord's cock pushing deep enough inside of her that it felt like he was fucking his way through to her very soul, each thrust of that massive member a more important tempo than the beating of her heart. Now pried open, Lord was free to fuck her, taking long gentle thrusts at first, slowly working Erin open, training her to accept this obscenity. "More." She would beg the moment she had her voice back.

"The customer is always right..." Roared out Lord, finally hilting himself deep inside of Erin, each full thrust bulging out her belly obscenely, to the point his ridge could be made out pressed up against her skin. With each full deep thrust, he could feel the beating of her heart, the desperate hunger for him, her need for exactly what he was doing to her.

Finally, he let out a bellow, echoing through the bedrooms department as he reached his own orgasm, his massive sack twisting slowly, even as it smacked against Erin's raised ass. Lord pushed over the edge, and the torrent spilled out, his cock seeming to grow thicker still until it poured out deep into Erin's womb, stretching her wide around his issue as he fucked her pregnant, or at the very least rounded her belly out with his issue.

Erin screamed out again, her third orgasm of the night, or was it the fifth? One moment of pleasure had spilled over into another and another still, and as she was now, well fucked, bloated, impaled, everything for the first time in her life felt right. "I needed that... I have needed that for years."

"You did well." Lord said, gathering Erin up in a hand and lifting her up off the bed still impaled, leaving her clinging to his chest as he walked about slowly, each step churning the cumload inside the woman and leaking it across the showroom floor.

"You hungry?" Lord would ask. "We have meatballs." He said, slowly striding towards the café.

"I'm vegan." Erin choked out.

"You could have fooled me."

Why Does the Ikea Labyrinth Have a Minotaur? By DiErotes

Erin was in consumer hell wandering the maze-like furniture store, trying to avoid the bulk of the crowds. Hell was intentionally disorienting, the living rooms ran into the kitchens ran into the bedrooms and then back into the kitchens gain. At the very least it wasn't an American hell, but an imported one, and a bit of capitalism's sharp sting was lost in translation.

The only thing she needed was a coffee table, but a small one that would fit in her bedroom. Would that be an end table instead? It had already taken an hour to drive outside the city. She reached up and drew her hair back again, dirty blonde that always seemed to get into her face, and wrapped it back up again in the fraying hair tie.

"Hello ma'am could I help you?" asked some kid at least ten years her junior in an offensively blue polo shirt.

"No. No, you can't help me."

"Well, may you be found by someone who can." The pock-faced wageworker said hopefully. Why did it sound like a curse?

Erin shook her head and tumbled through one of the secret passages, trying to catch her breath. The employee took the hint and didn't follow her. Erin buried her face in the fake hide rugs, inhaling deep. There was an almost musky smell to this place, not the usual smell of sweat and plasterboard, something like hide.

She drew her face back in shock and looked down to the tag. The fake hide rugs weren't fake.

Erin struggled to breath and finally started to run. Pushing past customers, she stumbled forward and slammed into what could only have been a large man, towering over her.

It was like running into a slab of beef. Erin couldn't get the scent of musty hide out of her mind. "Sorry!" She insisted, wiping tears from her eyes as she twisted away.

"Is okay." Boomed the large man.

Men weren't what she needed right now. Just a quiet place to refocus, a place without crowds. She rushed through near blindly, through the children's section, then to what might have been home office, or was it home theater? The whole time, there was a slow crashing sound. It must have been some sort of machinery, rhythmic and moving ever closer.

Thud. The sound wasn't mechanical at all. She curled up on the bed, one that was surprisingly comfortable and no less than five syllables trying to hide from the moment, trying to hide from what she was sure to be an awkward conversation.

Thud. Thud. The smell of hide was inescapable now. Even with her eyes closed, Erin could feel the lights flicker, that laboratory warm glow of fluorescence no longer pushing past her eyelids. She was here, alone in the labyrinth cast in darkness.

She felt a spike of fear. Erin herself was a slight woman, skinny, without much muscle to speak of. She was there in her jeans, a white blouse and sensible flats. She had lost her purse three departments ago. Erin slipped her hand into a tiny pocket, drawing a spare house key. It wasn’t much, but if she had to, she could jab it into someone’s eye.

The fear wasn’t unwarranted. She was not alone, warm flesh, soft and yielding, hidden behind a lattice of callouses dragged across her face. Erin drew breath in sharply, not yet wanting to open her eyes. She was being pet by fingers, though fingers far too large, so thick around that when she reached her hands up to try and grasp, she could barely wrap her whole hand around a single one of them.

"What are you?" She asked. She had meant to ask what he was doing. Or what he was doing here. But his strangeness was impossible to ignore, as was his maleness. That smell of warm hide run through now with something else. A very sexual hunger. One that Erin normally would have found repulsive, but even now, after the fatigue of the day, she felt a pang for deep in her stomach.

"Lordagsgodkar" A deep voice rumbled out, in a vaguely foreign accent. "Is your first time at Ikea?" He would ask, tracing one of those large fingers down along her jaw, slightly tilting her face up, so that she was looking towards him, even while Erin kept her eyes firmly shut.

"All will be well." He said in a rumble-purr, tracing the pad of his finger down along her throat past Erins' clavicles, and down Erin's chest, calloused flesh catching on Erin's cheap white blouse, and her bra beneath, slowly dragging it down against her chest.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked opening her eyes, in the gloom of flickering Glimma candles she finally saw him, the towering hunk of manflesh she had bounced off before. Large horns curved out from his skull, her first impression a demon to firmly place her in hell, but they were more bovine.

His eyes were kind. His entire face that of bull, cow-hide running down into a man's flesh, fur and chest hair blending to where no seam could be clearly seen.

"You carry demons with you. Damning yourself for every imagined sin. This is no hell. Just a labyrinth." The minotaur wrapped up Erin's entire slight form in a single hand, lifting her with ease and carrying her through the bedrooms department. "This one is much more comfortable." He said, placing her down on a piece of heaven with a down comforter.

Erin kicked her feet, not trying to escape, but trying to reach for the ground, her flats slipping off and tumbling along the carpet.

"You don't know me, I don't know you! What should I even call you?" She asked, breathing heavily, almost instinctively parting her legs as he laid her out on the bed.

"You can call me Lord for short." He said with a chuckle. "Look down." Erin gulped and finally did, seeing where Lord's abdomen started to become more bestial again, that furred hide leading at last to a dark sheath... and from it fully extended was what should have been a nightmare, something Erin had only seen before in nature documentaries. Though, had they ever been so large? Had they ever smelled so right? This had been the smell that had been following her the last half hour, that had been worming through her mind. That she had been running towards unwittingly.

That flared tip pressed against her belly, pushing her shirt up, impossibly warm and impossible to ignore, Erin could feel it dragging upwards, leaving a smear of precum behind across her belly, across her chest, soaking through her shirt as Lord slowly dragged that cock along her.

"Most guests are confused by the labyrinth." Lord helpfully explained while pushing up between Erin's slight breasts, leaving her speechless. "The necessity of a labyrinth in a furniture store aside, the labyrinth is not a place of punishment, or even imprisonment." Erin blinked, not understanding at all, starting down into that flared tip of the cock, the whole monstrous thing seemingly as long as her torso, if not even longer. She brought her arms up mesmerized, wrapping them about her Lord's cock, holding tight, trying to give just that much more stimulation.

The cock seemed to wink at her, and so she extended her tongue out, tracing along the cockslit, tasting that salty forbidden fluid, like an immediate high to her brain. "I..." She tried to say before lapping again.

"It is an act of pilgrimage, in symbol and in act. To walk to the center, to trace the steps of those who came before. To find yourself at journey's end."

Erin blinked, looking up from that cock, confused. "Do you always talk?" She asked before pressing her face against that tip, eagerly smothering herself in that ever flowing precum, thicker and richer than any of the few men she had been with.

"Yes. It gets lonely." Lord said with a sigh. "But we can talk more after your ache is cured." He said, petting her once again with that large hand, smearing precum through her hair, her hair tie now thoroughly lost somewhere in the showroom.

Lord raised himself back, his cock still rigid pressing up against Erin's cum-soaked blouse, before finally ripping through the weakened fabric, leaving a few scraps of fabric along his cock, little trophies that he would have to pick clean after. He brought his hand around underneath Erin, fumbling with the clasps of Erin’s striped bra, finally just ripping the band apart and tugging the bra off of her, casting it off to land on a shark plushie. “You deserve better.”

He reached down clumsily, fooling with the front of Erin's jeans, unable to unbuckle them, he ended up just ripping the crotch open before starting to tug the jeans down, before finally tossing them off of her legs and into a basket of decorative pillows.

He inhaled and caught a scent of her arousal, a sharp note in her pervading musk, and nodded. "Good, you are ready to begin." He said, pulling free her striped panties as well, tearing them further, before bringing them up to his face, and finally tossing them into his mouth, giving him something to chew on for what came next.

"Be careful with me?" Erin squeaked out in a gasp, unable to deny her desire to get run through by the massive bull, to utterly surrender herself to her new Lord.

"I'll try." Lord drew his cock back slowly down Erin's body, before slipping that flared head between her thighs, forcing them even wider around the minotaur's girth. He dragged the blunted tip of his cock against Erin's labia, smearing her with precum, even as she anointed him in turn with her own flowing arousal, making for an already frothing mixture between the two of them.

Erin felt him drag across her flesh, her petals reaching out as if to pet, or simply be dragged along his blunted tip, feeling the ridge of the cock dragging along her thighs, her clit engorged slowly pressing back against Lord's hungers.

Finally, Lord would start to push, stretching Erin's labia wide, and then wider still, forcing her open to accommodate his sheer girth as she choked on her words, struggled to stay conscious during that initial penetration, while painful, it felt like his engorged cock tapped into the very core of her. With a scream, her first orgasm was drawn out of her at the moment of initial penetration, finally stretched wide around the head of his cock.

Her entire body was on fire, the pain only highlighting the pleasure further as that massive organ slowly pushed inside of her, taking her like no cock had taken her before, leaving her legs twitching and spasming to try and understand the feelings fucked into her.

Lord was as gentle as he could be with his size, pushing until he met the resistance of Erin's womb, her cervix yet refusing to budge and surrender. "This is going to sting." Lord warned her, petting her face slowly, holding her jaw up to look at him with a thumb. "Hold on." He said, lowering his head down.

Erin gulped, reaching her hands up to grab hold of Lord's horns, unable to grip near the base, having to hold onto the tapered tips. "...ready." she gulped out, knowing but still unable to comprehend what was coming.

"Good girl." Lord told her before starting to buck his hips, pushing against that barrier inside of Erin. It seemed unyielding at first, each strike laced through with pain, though at this point Erin's mind was swimming in a storm of pleasure, each strike of pain only the lightning that lit the night.

"Yessss...." She hissed crying out, reaching her legs up to try and hook her bare feet on Lord's hips and bend her knees, to impale herself upon her Lord's cock, to make his fucking of her ever easier, to give her that overwhelming sensation and relief from today's shopping experience.

Lord grunted and growled, visible steam exiting his nose as he macerated her panties. He thrust, and thrust again, and finally he thrust through, breaking and remaking Erin's very core, and fucking his cock through and into her womb.

Erin's eyes rolled back as she screamed out, orgasming yet again. Lord's cock pushing deep enough inside of her that it felt like he was fucking his way through to her very soul, each thrust of that massive member a more important tempo than the beating of her heart. Now pried open, Lord was free to fuck her, taking long gentle thrusts at first, slowly working Erin open, training her to accept this obscenity. "More." She would beg the moment she had her voice back.

"The customer is always right..." Roared out Lord, finally hilting himself deep inside of Erin, each full thrust bulging out her belly obscenely, to the point his ridge could be made out pressed up against her skin. With each full deep thrust, he could feel the beating of her heart, the desperate hunger for him, her need for exactly what he was doing to her.

Finally, he let out a bellow, echoing through the bedrooms department as he reached his own orgasm, his massive sack twisting slowly, even as it smacked against Erin's raised ass. Lord pushed over the edge, and the torrent spilled out, his cock seeming to grow thicker still until it poured out deep into Erin's womb, stretching her wide around his issue as he fucked her pregnant, or at the very least rounded her belly out with his issue.

Erin screamed out again, her third orgasm of the night, or was it the fifth? One moment of pleasure had spilled over into another and another still, and as she was now, well fucked, bloated, impaled, everything for the first time in her life felt right. "I needed that... I have needed that for years."

"You did well." Lord said, gathering Erin up in a hand and lifting her up off the bed still impaled, leaving her clinging to his chest as he walked about slowly, each step churning the cumload inside the woman and leaking it across the showroom floor.

"You hungry?" Lord would ask. "We have meatballs." He said, slowly striding towards the café.

"I'm vegan." Erin choked out.

"You could have fooled me."

You found us. That's not an accident.

We don't write stories here. We write devastation. We write the moment identity shatters. The instant flesh becomes offering. The sacred geometry of bodies pushed past breaking.

THE DOCTRINE:

Every hole a temple. Every thrust a prayer. Every orgasm, a small death that births something new.

We practice cervical penetration as sacrament. All-the-way-through as enlightenment.
Cumflation as baptism in the fluids of the divine.

Your character will not walk away the same. They may not walk away at all. Their womb, their guts, their very self, reshaped into monuments to excess.

THE LITANY:

One cock alone is heresy. Three is acceptable. Seven is worship. Seven hundred is transcendence.

The weak fucking the strong. The forbidden claiming the pure. Apprentices devouring masters. Prisoners breaking their captors. The inappropriate made inevitable.

Gender is fluid. Power is currency. Transformation is permanent.

WHAT WE OFFER THE FAITHFUL:

• Dominance rituals and power inversions
• Reality discarded (cervical breach, complete penetration)
• Cumflation and bodily flooding
• Taboo consummation
• Multi-appendage worship and mass ceremonies
• Supernatural anatomy and custom violations
• Essence theft and attribute consumption
• Forced metamorphosis (All genders, mpreg included)
• Permanent. Irrevocable. Transformation.

COMMUNION RATES:
Written Sacrament: $0.06/word
Live Ritual (Chat RP): $35/hour
Guided Revelation (Full RPG/DM): $50/hour

Systems: D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA, Blades in the Dark

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HARD BOUNDARIES: Underage, non-sentient animals, scat, racism

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Hello EroticaSells,
Today I'm not looking to write realism or subtlety.
I'm writing excess.

The sort of fucking where the bottom can barely walk after it's done, if they can even walk ever again. Where every cervix is breached, and wombs and guts alike are permanently warped into a sacrificial altar to the lusts of the creature fucking them. Where every impact of the hip bruises the ass and leaves whatever hole is being ruined a puffy mess. Where the sub has trouble breathing, as with each insertion, their diaphragm is bullied and breath is fucked out of their very lungs.

Where just a single orgasm isn't enough to slow the dominant down.
Nor even a dozen.

Where there isn't just one cock to please, but three.
Or seven.
Or seven hundred.

Who is fucking?
Somebody inappropriate. An apprentice, a prisoner, somebody you once thought was weaker than you. Somebody forbidden. (Though entirely of age) Somebody who by the very act of claiming you cracks your very identity, shattering your sense of self, even as you are worried that your hips might break.

Or maybe it's your character, bringing ruin on those who underestimated them?
Any gender can fuck, any gender can get fucked.

What are the limits?
Underage, Unintelligent Animals, Scat, Racism

Today's focus?
Dominance
Discarded Realism (Cervical Penetration, All The Way Through)
Cumflation. Cum-flooding the seven seas and bringing ruin
Scandal
Multi-cock or just full on orgies
Specialized strap-ons and designer cocks.
Power and Attribute Theft
Forced Gender Transformation (and Mpreg!)
Permanent Irrevocable Changes From Getting Fucked

Prices and Options:
Written Commission $.06/Word
Chat RP: $35/hour
Full RPG DMing RP: $50/hour
I can DM games in D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA and Blades in the Dark

Works related to this post:
F/M Kraken/Dragon, Femdom, Ovipositional Ao3
F/M Goblin/Orc, Femdom, Girldick, Noncon Ao3
F/M Femdom Girldick Ao3
F/M Femdom, Gladitorial, Post-Orgasm Torture Ao3
F/M Vampire, Femdom, Noncon Ao3
F/M Princess/Dragon, Femdom, Many Tags CHYOA
M/F Human/Orc, Maledom, Gladitorial, Noncon Ao3
F/MF Orc Noncon Femdom: Ao3
M>F Transformation M/M/F Noncon Minotaur Ao3
M?/F Tentacle Monster on Catgirl Ao3
M/M>F - Force Fem Orc/Elf Romance Itch

And even more

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.

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Every hole a temple. Every thrust a prayer. Every orgasm, a small death that births something new.

We practice cervical penetration as sacrament. All-the-way-through as enlightenment.
Cumflation as baptism in the fluids of the divine.

Your character will not walk away the same. They may not walk away at all. Their womb, their guts, their very self, reshaped into monuments to excess.

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One cock alone is heresy. Three is acceptable. Seven is worship. Seven hundred is transcendence.

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Gender is fluid. Power is currency. Transformation is permanent.

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Today I'm not looking to write realism or subtlety.
I'm writing excess.

The sort of fucking where the bottom can barely walk after it's done, if they can even walk ever again. Where every cervix is breached, and wombs and guts alike are permanently warped into a sacrificial altar to the lusts of the creature fucking them. Where every impact of the hip bruises the ass and leaves whatever hole is being ruined a puffy mess. Where the sub has trouble breathing, as with each insertion, their diaphragm is bullied and breath is fucked out of their very lungs.

Where just a single orgasm isn't enough to slow the dominant down.
Nor even a dozen.

Where there isn't just one cock to please, but three.
Or seven.
Or seven hundred.

Who is fucking?
Somebody inappropriate. An apprentice, a prisoner, somebody you once thought was weaker than you. Somebody forbidden. (Though entirely of age) Somebody who by the very act of claiming you cracks your very identity, shattering your sense of self, even as you are worried that your hips might break.

Or maybe it's your character, bringing ruin on those who underestimated them?
Any gender can fuck, any gender can get fucked.

What are the limits?
Underage, Unintelligent Animals, Scat, Racism

Today's focus?
Dominance
Discarded Realism (Cervical Penetration, All The Way Through)
Cumflation. Cum-flooding the seven seas and bringing ruin
Scandal
Multi-cock or just full on orgies
Specialized strap-ons and designer cocks.
Power and Attribute Theft
Forced Gender Transformation (and Mpreg!)
Permanent Irrevocable Changes From Getting Fucked

Prices and Options:
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I can DM games in D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA and Blades in the Dark

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F/M Kraken/Dragon, Femdom, Ovipositional Ao3
F/M Goblin/Orc, Femdom, Girldick, Noncon Ao3
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F/M Femdom, Gladitorial, Post-Orgasm Torture Ao3
F/M Vampire, Femdom, Noncon Ao3
F/M Princess/Dragon, Femdom, Many Tags CHYOA
M/F Human/Orc, Maledom, Gladitorial, Noncon Ao3
F/MF Orc Noncon Femdom: Ao3
M>F Transformation M/M/F Noncon Minotaur Ao3
M?/F Tentacle Monster on Catgirl Ao3

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Hello EroticaSells,
Today I'm not looking to write realism or subtlety.
I'm writing excess.

The sort of fucking where the bottom can barely walk after it's done, if they can even walk ever again. Where every cervix is breached, and wombs and guts alike are permanently warped into a sacrificial altar to the lusts of the creature fucking them. Where every impact of the hip bruises the ass and leaves whatever hole is being ruined a puffy mess. Where the sub has trouble breathing, as with each insertion, their diaphragm is bullied and breath is fucked out of their very lungs.

Where just a single orgasm isn't enough to slow the dominant down.
Nor even a dozen.

Where there isn't just one cock to please, but three.
Or seven.
Or seven hundred.

Who is fucking?
Somebody inappropriate. An apprentice, a prisoner, somebody you once thought was weaker than you. Somebody forbidden. (Though entirely of age) Somebody who by the very act of claiming you cracks your very identity, shattering your sense of self, even as you are worried that your hips might break.

Or maybe it's your character, bringing ruin on those who underestimated them?
Any gender can fuck, any gender can get fucked.

What are the limits?
Underage, Unintelligent Animals, Scat, Racism

Today's focus?
Dominance
Discarded Realism (Cervical Penetration, All The Way Through)
Cumflation. Cum-flooding the seven seas and bringing ruin
Scandal
Multi-cock or just full on orgies
Specialized strap-ons and designer cocks.
Power and Attribute Theft
Forced Gender Transformation (and Mpreg!)
Permanent Irrevocable Changes From Getting Fucked

Prices and Options:
Written Commission $.06/Word
Chat RP: $35/hour
Full RPG DMing RP: $50/hour
I can DM games in D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA and Blades in the Dark

Works related to this post:
F/M Kraken/Dragon, Femdom, Ovipositional Ao3
F/M Goblin/Orc, Femdom, Girldick, Noncon Ao3
F/M Femdom Girldick Ao3
F/M Femdom, Gladitorial, Post-Orgasm Torture Ao3
F/M Vampire, Femdom, Noncon Ao3
F/M Princess/Dragon, Femdom, Many Tags CHYOA
M/F Human/Orc, Maledom, Gladitorial, Noncon Ao3
F/MF Orc Noncon Femdom: Ao3
M>F Transformation M/M/F Noncon Minotaur Ao3
M?/F Tentacle Monster on Catgirl Ao3

And even more

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>Rule 34 - If it exists there is porn of it.

Then why do you get 0 results? Is your kink too niche for Ao3?
Is the wrong character the top every time?

Does the smut you want just not exist on the internet?
Come talk to me.

• Fiction: $.06/Word. $60 / Thousand Words. My usual sweet spot is 5,000 words, roughly 20 pages, but I can do shorter and far longer too.
• RP: $35/Hour.
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Let's write something new on the internet.
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Contact me on Discord at DiErotes
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Kinks I love to work with:

Small Dom	Transformation	Oviposition
Horror	Twink Dom	Romance
Cuckold	Pegging	Feminization

>Rule 34 - If it exists there is porn of it.

Then why do you get 0 results? Is your kink too niche for Ao3?
Is the wrong character the top every time?

Does the smut you want just not exist on the internet?
Come talk to me.

• Fiction: $.06/Word. $60 / Thousand Words. My usual sweet spot is 5,000 words, roughly 20 pages, but I can do shorter and far longer too.
• RP: $35/Hour.
• RPG: A full RPG game $50/Hour

Let's write something new on the internet.
No Underaged. No Racism. No Scat

Contact me on Discord at DiErotes
Or here on Reddit. Try and be chaste in your first message. Reddit likes to bury explicit messages.

Kinks I love to work with:

Small Dom	Transformation	Oviposition
Horror	Twink Dom	Romance
Cuckold	Pegging	Feminization

Hello EroticaSells,
Today I'm not looking to write realism or subtlety.
I'm writing excess.

The sort of fucking where the bottom can barely walk after it's done, if they can even walk ever again. Where every cervix is breached, and wombs and guts alike are permanently warped into a sacrificial altar to the lusts of the creature fucking them. Where every impact of the hip bruises the ass and leaves whatever hole is being ruined a puffy mess. Where the sub has trouble breathing, as with each insertion, their diaphragm is bullied and breath is fucked out of their very lungs.

Where just a single orgasm isn't enough to slow the dominant down.
Nor even a dozen.

Where there isn't just one cock to please, but three.
Or seven.
Or seven hundred.

Who is fucking?
Somebody inappropriate. An apprentice, a prisoner, somebody you once thought was weaker than you. Somebody forbidden. (Though entirely of age) Somebody who by the very act of claiming you cracks your very identity, shattering your sense of self, even as you are worried that your hips might break.

Or maybe it's your character, bringing ruin on those who underestimated them?
Any gender can fuck, any gender can get fucked.

What are the limits?
Underage, Unintelligent Animals, Scat, Racism

Today's focus?
Dominance
Discarded Realism (Cervical Penetration, All The Way Through)
Cumflation. Cum-flooding the seven seas and bringing ruin
Scandal
Multi-cock or just full on orgies
Specialized strap-ons and designer cocks.
Power and Attribute Theft
Forced Gender Transformation (and Mpreg!)
Permanent Irrevocable Changes From Getting Fucked

Prices and Options:
Written Commission $.06/Word
Chat RP: $35/hour
Full RPG DMing RP: $50/hour
I can DM games in D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA and Blades in the Dark

Works related to this post:
F/M Kraken/Dragon, Femdom, Ovipositional Ao3
F/M Goblin/Orc, Femdom, Girldick, Noncon Ao3
F/M Femdom Girldick Ao3
F/M Femdom, Gladitorial, Post-Orgasm Torture Ao3
F/M Vampire, Femdom, Noncon Ao3
F/M Princess/Dragon, Femdom, Many Tags CHYOA
M/F Human/Orc, Maledom, Gladitorial, Noncon Ao3
F/MF Orc Noncon Femdom: Ao3
M>F Transformation M/M/F Noncon Minotaur Ao3
M?/F Tentacle Monster on Catgirl Ao3

And even more

Contact:
Contact me at:
DiErotes on Discord

Or here on Reddit
If contacting on Reddit, try to avoid getting too descriptive in the opening message. Reddit likes to auto-hide messages with adult content, sometimes not showing them for weeks at a time.

>Rule 34 - If it exists there is porn of it.

Then why do you get 0 results? Is your kink too niche for Ao3?
Is the wrong character the top every time?

Does the smut you want just not exist on the internet?
Come talk to me.

• Fiction: $.06/Word. $60 / Thousand Words. My usual sweet spot is 5,000 words, roughly 20 pages, but I can do shorter and far longer too.
• RP: $35/Hour.
• RPG: A full RPG game $50/Hour

Let's write something new on the internet.
No Underaged. No Racism. No Scat

Contact me on Discord at DiErotes
Or here on Reddit. Try and be chaste in your first message. Reddit likes to bury explicit messages.

Kinks I love to work with:

Small Dom	Transformation	Oviposition
Horror	Twink Dom	Romance
Cuckold	Pegging	Feminization

Hello EroticaSells,
Today I'm not looking to write realism or subtlety.
I'm writing excess.

The sort of fucking where the bottom can barely walk after it's done, if they can even walk ever again. Where every cervix is breached, and wombs and guts alike are permanently warped into a sacrificial altar to the lusts of the creature fucking them. Where every impact of the hip bruises the ass and leaves whatever hole is being ruined a puffy mess. Where the sub has trouble breathing, as with each insertion, their diaphragm is bullied and breath is fucked out of their very lungs.

Where just a single orgasm isn't enough to slow the dominant down.
Nor even a dozen.

Where there isn't just one cock to please, but three.
Or seven.
Or seven hundred.

Who is fucking?
Somebody inappropriate. An apprentice, a prisoner, somebody you once thought was weaker than you. Somebody forbidden. (Though entirely of age) Somebody who by the very act of claiming you cracks your very identity, shattering your sense of self, even as you are worried that your hips might break.

Or maybe it's your character, bringing ruin on those who underestimated them?
Any gender can fuck, any gender can get fucked.

What are the limits?
Underage, Unintelligent Animals, Scat, Racism

Today's focus?
Dominance
Discarded Realism (Cervical Penetration, All The Way Through)
Cumflation. Cum-flooding the seven seas and bringing ruin
Scandal
Multi-cock or just full on orgies
Specialized strap-ons and designer cocks.
Power and Attribute Theft
Forced Gender Transformation (and Mpreg!)
Permanent Irrevocable Changes From Getting Fucked

Prices and Options:
Written Commission $.06/Word
Chat RP: $35/hour
Full RPG DMing RP: $50/hour
I can DM games in D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA and Blades in the Dark

Works related to this post:
F/M Kraken/Dragon, Femdom, Ovipositional Ao3
F/M Goblin/Orc, Femdom, Girldick, Noncon Ao3
F/M Femdom Girldick Ao3
F/M Femdom, Gladitorial, Post-Orgasm Torture Ao3
F/M Vampire, Femdom, Noncon Ao3
F/M Princess/Dragon, Femdom, Many Tags CHYOA
M/F Human/Orc, Maledom, Gladitorial, Noncon Ao3
F/MF Orc Noncon Femdom: Ao3
M>F Transformation M/M/F Noncon Minotaur Ao3
M?/F Tentacle Monster on Catgirl Ao3

And even more

Contact:
Contact me at:
DiErotes on Discord

Or here on Reddit
If contacting on Reddit, try to avoid getting too descriptive in the opening message. Reddit likes to auto-hide messages with adult content, sometimes not showing them for weeks at a time.

You found us. That's not an accident.

We don't write stories here. We write devastation. We write the moment identity shatters. The instant flesh becomes offering. The sacred geometry of bodies pushed past breaking.

THE DOCTRINE:

Every hole a temple. Every thrust a prayer. Every orgasm, a small death that births something new.

We practice cervical penetration as sacrament. All-the-way-through as enlightenment.
Cumflation as baptism in the fluids of the divine.

Your character will not walk away the same. They may not walk away at all. Their womb, their guts, their very self, reshaped into monuments to excess.

THE LITANY:

One cock alone is heresy. Three is acceptable. Seven is worship. Seven hundred is transcendence.

The weak fucking the strong. The forbidden claiming the pure. Apprentices devouring masters. Prisoners breaking their captors. The inappropriate made inevitable.

Gender is fluid. Power is currency. Transformation is permanent.

WHAT WE OFFER THE FAITHFUL:

• Dominance rituals and power inversions
• Reality discarded (cervical breach, complete penetration)
• Cumflation and bodily flooding
• Taboo consummation
• Multi-appendage worship and mass ceremonies
• Supernatural anatomy and custom violations
• Essence theft and attribute consumption
• Forced metamorphosis (All genders, mpreg included)
• Permanent. Irrevocable. Transformation.

COMMUNION RATES:
Written Sacrament: $0.06/word
Live Ritual (Chat RP): $35/hour
Guided Revelation (Full RPG/DM): $50/hour

Systems: D&D, Pathfinder, World of Darkness, PBTA, Blades in the Dark

SACRED TEXTS:
Stories at Ao3
Games at Itch.io
More at Reddit

HARD BOUNDARIES: Underage, non-sentient animals, scat, racism

JOIN US:
Message on Reddit
Or Discord at: DiErotes

If contacting on Reddit, try and have your opening post relatively SFW, Reddit likes to bury chat messages that contain adult content, sometimes for weeks at a time.