u/DriveAtDahk

When 42 year old Allison Margrave was in college, the jocks and the frat boys used to bully her in horrible, cruel ways. Growing up, she’d heard that a boy picking in her just meant he probably had a crush on her, but that didn’t make up for the fact that every day was a living hell what with the getting cornered on campus, her skirt lifted up, and her pussy violated by gangs of laughing misogynists.

Her self esteem plummeted, and the constant insults and harassment from her bullies eventually turned her in to an insecure, praise-seeking slut. She learned the only way to protect herself was to be a good little obedient whore for her bullies, and let them use her holes whenever they wanted. As long as she was pleasing them, serving them, making them feel good, they weren’t hurting her feelings. And despite how much she hated it her pussy clenched and drooled whenever they told her what a good girl she was.

So now, twenty years later, when her son called her from college in tears, complaining about some cocky asshole on his dorm floor pushing him around, that old complex came rushing back to her. And when that same dumb brute found her on Instagram and started harassing her DMs just to humiliate her son even more, she felt the same sense of helpless victimhood again she did back then. And just like back then, it made her pussy sopping wet.

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Hi! So I had this idea for a play on the classic mother/son’s bully pairing, where she develops this defense mechanism of submitting to her bullies, only to have it brought back years later by a bully of a new generation! I just like the idea of a put-together woman helplessly folding and retreating to her younger mindset when confronted with a cocky, dominant young man. Hit me up if that sounds interesting, I’d love to explore this and whatever ideas you have!

Kinks: Betrayal and cucking, huge dicks and balls, obscene amounts of cum, stockings and tights, breeding/impregnation, face fucking, mating press, age gaps, mind break, outercourse, dry humping, sloppy make outs, choking, rough sex

Limits: bathroom stuff, vomit, gore

High Queen Aelith of the Elven Realm lay with her pale thighs splayed in her opulent canopied bed, furiously stuffing a fist up her sopping pussy. That orc brat was on her mind again, that little bully Balmuog. In her imagination, he was ruining her pure pink elvish pussy with his huge, savage orc-dick.

The Orcish Invasions were over, but at a heavy cost. Countless irreplaceable Elvish lives had been lost, including Aelith’s late husband, King Emethor. Her son now ruled in his place, with Aelith retaining the title of High Queen to guide her son in his new duties. And among his first acts as King had been to take Balmuog, the son of the Orcish Warchief, as a hostage in the capital against the threat of further violence.

Alithia whispered a silent prayer as she bit her lip to suppress a whimpery moan. She thanked her idiot , useless son for being stupid enough to bring that cruel bully to court. Stupid enough to put such a virile, alpha, hung orc in such close proximity to his orc-crazed, size queen, bully-loving mother.

Of all the many hostages taken after the war, Balmuog was the worst. He fit all the nasty orc cliches. Barbaric, dirty, cruel, crude, completely disrespectful of authority. And the High Queen loved it. She loved how he made all the elven men in the capital look like such pathetic wimps, swaggering around with that mammoth bulge beneath his traditional loincloth. She loved the confidence that only a massive greenskin breeding pipe could give. She loved how he pushed her son around and openly bullied him around the palace, knowing that knowing any harm that came to him would break the fragile truce.

He deserved elven pussy. He deserved it for being such a hung mean bully, he deserved to breed every single elf maiden in the kingdom. As she felt her pussy clenching on her fingers, she imagined wrapping her thick pale thighs around Bal as he splurted a gooey load of orc-cum in her fertile elven pussy, forcing her to give birth to a real son. She imagined him forcing her weak bitch of a son to watch as he made his mother his personal elven fleshlight. She imagined a perverse, scandalous wedding, her in pristine white and her new husband completely naked as she made out with the orcling’s balls before all the nobles of the realm.

At last, the gorgeous, educated, millennia-old Queen of the Elves moaned and whimpered as her pussy squirted and sprayed all over her sheets. She knew she was the worst mother in the whole world, but Bal was more important than motherhood.

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Hope you enjoyed that! So yeah, this one is about an Elven MILF falling in lust with an orc bully! Details are all up for debate as always, like their personalities, backgrounds, worldbuilding, whatever. Hit me up!