u/literaryhoe1

I’d like you to play a beast that wants to pump a woman full of its seed and make her bare children. The more creative you are with the breeding process, the better!

I am a huge fan of free use, forced breeding, impregnation, rough monster sex, mind break, dehumanization, lactation.

I want to be thoroughly broken and used as a mindless breeder. Just a fertile body to impregnate over and over again.

Eventually, I will accept my purpose and be too pregnant and full to fight back. Or perhaps the beast’s semen has a hormone that turns me slutty and complacent.

Here is a possible opener, but I’m very open to discussing other scenarios:

The ropes chafed her skin, damp now with sweat and tears. Elira’s breath hitched as they began to lower her into the crevice inch by inch. The firelight above her was shrinking. Her eyes, wide with terror, glistened as tears spilled down her cheeks and vanished into the darkness below. The cold rose to meet her. Her legs trembled beneath the bindings, and her muffled sobs echoed faintly off the rock walls. Above, she could still hear the murmured prayers of the villagers.

I don’t want to die, she thought. Not like this. Not alone.

Her voice broke she choked out a plea, whether to the sky, the gods, or the beast below, she couldn’t say. “Please… someone… help me.”
But only the creaking of the ropes answered, and the darkness drew her deeper still. She was completely in the nude, her legs tied and played to reveal her ripe pussy. Her wrists were tied behind her back. She was a sacrifice to satiate the beast, however he saw fit.

The cool air caressed her plush porcelain skin. She was left to dangle deep in the cavern for what felt like hours, quivering from adrenaline and cold. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the darkness. “Shh.. do not fear.” The voice had a hypnotic quality to it.

Her head snapped up in surprise and she squinted, trying to see through the darkness. “Step into the light,” she commanded unconvincingly, her voice nothing more than a croak.

The carriage suddenly rolled to a halt. A cry could be heard and the prince froze in fear.
The door was thrown open and a woman overshadowed him. Myra was a much larger than the servants and attendants the prince would be accustomed to.

With her sword raised, he would catch a glimpse of her biceps beneath her fur; toned and strong. If that was not intimidating enough for the prince, she was also a tall and shapely woman, towering over the prince by several inches.

Appearing unfazed by his cowering, she turned her head away from him to look back at her warriors.

“Èsmue Hí Eďol disul!” She bellowed in her tongue, nodding at them to pack up whatever loot they found from the caravan. Her voice was warm but gravely. Despite its deepness, it was still extremely feminine in tonality. Like how a mother would yell at her children to stay away from a flame, or to play nice with each other.

Most of her face was covered from the cold, but her emerald eyes, dark lashes, and a soft spattering of freckles stood out from beneath the mask as she gave him a once over.

“Please- take anything you wish. Spare my life!” He squealed.

She lowered her sword, a cruel smirk tugging at her lips. “I do not speak coward’s tongue,” her accent was thick, just barely understandable.

She lurched forward and grabbed the prince by the collar of his jacket, dragging him out from the carriage and tossing him into the deep snow before her.

“Your daddy better pay well, for your sake.” She spoke over the sound of the howling wind, pausing for a moment to drink in the look of fear on the young man’s visage. She reached out once more to pull him towards her and brought the blunt end of her sword down into the back of his head. Everything would turn to black in an instant.

Hoisting up his limp body, she slumped him over the back of her horse and tied him down. Then added a few layers of furs only to be certain he did not die from the cold. She took care to took his fingers in as well.

“Let’s return to camp before dark!”

—-

When the prince finally stirred his wrists were bound and he was nuzzled into a pair of large, soft breasts which he was suckling instinctively. The large woman lay with a leg over the man’s form to keep him close while she rested. Her breaths were steady and even, as if she held little concern for his escape or any act of aggression. The clan leader’s milk contained a hormone that made men docile and bonded to her while it was in their system.

I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+

When Amber awoke it was with the gentle tickle of grass on her cheek. She immediately knew something was.. off. She blinked open her eyes, and this time it wasn’t against a bright synthetic light. There was a soft glow around her. At first all she could see was grass and then a rock formation in the distance.

She had been in a car crash.. and now?

A burst of adrenaline rushed through her body. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Holy shit .. had she flipped out of the car? Was she still on the side of the road? Her mind swam as she tried to orient herself.

Elara pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and looked down at her body. She was in her pink bralette and underwear. Nothing else. “What.. the fuck.” She stood up too quickly and nearly fell over. She braced herself against the wall of ivy behind her. “Ok.. ok. Think.”

Something was definitely off. Like why the hell did it feel so.. body temperature? There was no breeze. No warmth from the sun. Instinctively she looked up. It looked like the sky.. but also not.

Her heart dropped. Without thinking she began to stagger through the field towards the water. She could barely think.. all she could feel was pure adrenaline. Act.

Maybe.. maybe someone had found her unconscious and dropped her somewhere?

Now she was running. She crossed the small stream, burst through the crowd of young trees until she reached a tall rock face. Then.. that’s when she saw the blinking lights come into view. Amber’s brow furrowed and she approached, squinting.

Stepping through some foliage, suddenly everything came into view. She was behind thick glass, and in the distance, was what appeared to be a giant control room.

She couldn’t make sense of what was in front of her. She stood there, just staring. Reeling. She couldn’t be seeing what she was seeing.. and yet. Before she knew it she had stumbled backyards into the grass, she was hugging herself trembling.