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Subby Bunny!Kurapika headcanons...?👀

Subby!Bunny Kurapika HCs NSFW

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warning: breeding, pegging, creampies

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-he HATES people touching his bunny ears and cotton tail… but when you do it’s the most soothing thing ever. He can fall asleep from you gently petting his ears alone

-always wants to breed, but he’s insatiable during mating season. he’s always hard, whining and rubbing his red cock against your ass until you let him breed you!

-such a baby… gets mad and fussy if you tease him, and cries if he doesn’t get his way when he’s all needy.

-so snuggly… when he’s not out on a mission, he’s curled up with you, getting pouty and grumpy if you try to get up.

-pegging him… he whines and whimpers, his cock leaking as you fuck his cute hole… and he says he just wants to breed you, but he’s begging for you to keep going…

-holding him in your lap and making him bounce on your strap while you stroke his cock… he feels all embarrassed but he looks so damn cute!!!

-tug on his bunny ears while you’re fucking into him from behind and he’ll let out a breathy moan…

-he likes when you keep his cockwarm. he’ll melt, kneading you and purring as he buries his face in your neck. feeling your pussy squeeze around him will make him whimper…

-so needy, for all of your attention and affection. he gets jealous easily, stomping his foot and puffing out his chest, ready to defend his mate

-he seems so cold and uncaring to most, but behind closed doors he’s your sweet, needy bunny!

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warning: slight Yandere behavior, breeding

Hare!hybrid bf with bunny!hybrid gf

You, a cute bunny hybrid with soft, fluffy bunny ears and a cute cotton tail that wags when you’re happy or upset. You’re round and soft, the sweetest little thing your boyfriend has ever seen.

And then there’s your hare hybrid bf… he’s tall, thin, and unsettling, with eyes that bore into you and hair that is far from soft. He’s protective and possessive of his little bunny baby, keeping you safe and white literally fighting any of his rivals to the DEATH.

He’s a bit nervous about breeding with you. You’re smaller, more fragile than him… but god you both go crazy once you go into heat… and you’re a lot more durable than he thought.

You take his cock so well, begging for him to give you a litter… his perfect little mate, his sweet bunny. No one will ever put their hands on you, unless they want to die a painful death.

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YANDERE TAGLIST: @katerinaval @sunset-214 @avalordream @atransmuter @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa

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bwabys-scenarios · 18 hours

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Monster Fucker Guide Intro

As the rise of monster and human relationships becomes more obvious, the people want to know one thing in particular…

How do I fuck that monster?

Well you’re in luck!

After conducting several interviews with different couples of varying species, we’ve compiled a list of certain things you want to look out for when romancing your monster.

These guides answer commonly asked questions, and help guide you towards which monster is right for you. Click/tap on the monster you’re interested to see which one suits your interests best!

Which monster are you interested in(more will be added if requested)?

Vampires

Werecreatures

Hybrids

Orcs

Ghosts/Spirits

Zombies

Incubus/Succubus

Demons

Fairies

Elves

Dragons

Slimes

Nagas

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Warm Bath

(Word count 1,756) (nudity, comfort, soft smut)

Upon entering the apartment, Kurapika collapses onto the couch, his eyes marked with dark circles and his hair messy. He huffs out a sigh, closing his eyes while rubbing his throbbing temples with his fingers tentatively. It had been an exhausting period away from you, and right now, he wanted nothing more than to relax in the presence of the person he trusts most.

"Kurapika, is that you?" You call out from the hallway as you enter the room, pausing briefly to take in his disheveled appearance, "You look exhausted."

His eyes open at the sound of your voice, a soft smile stretching across his face and relief filling his eyes, "Yes, my treasure," He replies in a tired tone as he sits up on the sofa.

Seeing you again after what he's been through eases some of the fatigue that he's feeling.

"Are you injured?" You question him with obvious concern, your eyes scanning him up and down and coming up empty.

"Physically, no," He responds, reluctantly continuing with, "Emotionally might be a different story."

You frown, thinking for a moment before extending a hand out for him, "Come with me."

Without a moment's hesitation, Kurapika reaches for your hand. His grip is slightly weak due to exhaustion but there’s a sense of trust and reliance in his touch as he rises from the couch, "As you wish, my love."

You lead him to the bathroom where you begin to run a hot bath. Gingerly, you start undoing the buttons on his shirt jacket, easing it off his weary figure. There's a quiet sigh of relief that leaves his lips as Kurapika leans into your touch. His eyes continue to remain fixed on yours, an unspoken appreciation glowing within them.

"You're spoiling me," He murmurs with a faint smile.

"Are you complaining?" You muse knowingly, a ghost of a smirk playing on your lips as you unfasten the first button on his white dress shirt.

Your response brings forth a light chuckle out of him despite his tired state, "Not at all," He says with a slight shake of his head and softening eyes as he looks down at you.

"Didn't think so," You remark, removing his dress shirt gently before moving to unbuckle his belt.

Kurapika allows you to finish undressing him, albeit with a faint blush dusting his cheeks. The kind attention you're providing makes him feel comfortable and cherished in your care, "Thank you," He gently whispers.

"No need to thank me," You state tenderly before kissing him on the cheek, "I care about you."

"I know," He says quietly, a warm smile pulling on his lips as his eyes meet yours, "And I care about you too."

He watches you strip off your own clothing with a mixture of admiration and gratitude, his gaze soft as he takes in your figure. His eyes hold nothing but love for the woman before him. He thinks to himself about how he has always found you beautiful in every way possible. Your strength, resilience, and compassion are just a few of many qualities that keep him drawn to you.

You climb into the bathtub, sitting down and offering him a hand. Taking your extended hand, Kurapika slowly joins you. He sinks into the warm water with a satisfied sigh as he nestles against you, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before opening to look at you once more.

Sitting behind him with his back flush against your chest, you run your hands through his blonde locks, "Is the water hot enough?"

"Yes," The Kurta manages a subtle smile, leaning further into your touch, "It's perfect."

You hum in response, continuing to run your fingers through his hair before reaching for the shampoo bottle. Gently, you lather some soap into his hair, massaging it in with care. The gentle scrubbing of your fingers against his scalp sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. It's an incredibly soothing sensation that draws another tender sigh from him.

"Tilt your head back a bit, love."

Compliantly, he leans his head back. An air of tranquility surrounds him as you rinse the soap from his hair, blocking his eyes with your hand to ensure no shampoo gets into them. Kurapika lets out a soft hum of contentment, your caution only making him adore you even more. He appreciates every bit of the care you put into this shared moment.

Kurapika watches attentively as you reach for a nearby sponge and spill some bodywash onto it. He feels the sponge glide over his skin, the gentle scrubbing helping to wash away not just physical exhaustion but also a part of his mental drain. He can't help but reach for your hand to give it a squeeze.

"Feeling any better?" You wonder, setting the scrubber aside once you're satisfied with your work.

"Yes," He answers sincerely, his eyes mirroring his words as they look deeply into yours, "Because of you."

You embrace him from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder, "You've gotta stop overworking yourself, you know?" You chide him, though your tone holds no malice.

His eyes flutter close, melting into your touch as he lets out a quiet sigh, "I know," Kurapika admits in a hushed tone, the warmth of your body against his providing him with comfort.

"But you're going to keep doing it," You shoot back knowingly, "Aren't you?"

As much as he'd love to promise you peace of mind, he knows his journey isn't anywhere near finished yet. However, having you by his side makes each step a little easier.

There's a moment of silence before Kurapika finally gives a small nod, "I can't promise that I won't."

"Stubborn..." You grumble out under your breath, tightening your embrace on him.

He chuckles softly, tilting his head to the side so he can rest against you, "You're one to talk," He playfully counters.

"Maybe," You begin before remarking with a grin, "But I'm nowhere near as stubborn as you."

"That's fair," He laughs lightly, feeling a surge of affection for you. His hand reaches up to gently thread through your hair, his touch delicate and adoring.

"I don't think anybody ever could be," You retort teasingly.

He finds himself laughing along with you, his heart feeling lighter, "You might be right," He concedes, a bright smile playing on his lips.

Your face lights up at the sight, quickly pointing out, "It's nice to see you smile."

His smile widens at your words, "It's because of you that I can," He confesses warmly.

"You're too sweet."

With a playful twinkle in his eyes, he replies, "Just for you," Making sure to emphasize the last two words.

"Good answer," You say with a light chuckle before shifting slightly and leaning in to press your lips against his.

Kurapika raises his hand to cradle the back of your head, responding ardently to your kiss. The water lapping gently against your bodies is a calm backdrop to the passion igniting between you and him.

You pull away with an impish smirk gracing your lips, "Are you too tired to have a little fun?"

His eyes flash with excitement, erasing any signs of previous exhaustion, "With you, I'm never too tired."

"I was hoping you'd say that," You lean in to kiss him again, more feverishly this time.

His heart races as the kiss intensifies and he returns it with just as much fervor, his hands roaming your body. The temperature of the water might be warm… But your shared passion is definitely hotter.

Kurapika takes the lead and gently turns around in the bathtub to face you, his eyes full of desire as he wraps an arm around your waist. He guides you carefully so you're now sitting in his lap. Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist, crashing your lips into his again.

He meets your kiss eagerly, the taste of your lips setting his senses on fire. With a confident hand, Kurapika guides your lower body to align with his. The feeling of you enveloping him is intense, his hands gripping your hips as he guides you at a pace that suits you both. He buries his face in the crook of your neck to stifle a groan.

You can't help but let out a hushed moan of pleasure at the sensation, calling out your lover's name reverently, "Kurapika..."

The sound of his name passing through your lips in such a manner drives him further. His grip on your hips tightens as he begins moving, the rhythm slow yet deeply purposeful.

"(Y/N)," Kurapika groans, his pleasure increasing when you lightly bite down on his shoulder. His hands dig into your skin, urging you to move along with him, each thrust becoming more assertive.

Breathlessly, you plead with him, "Don't stop..."

"I won't," The blonde-haired man grunts in affirmation, his pace quickening. His movements become more frenzied as he succumbs further to the desire coursing through him.

As he thrusts into you deeper, a carnal growl of euphoria escapes his lips. His eyes are alight with raw desire as he kisses you heatedly, matching the intensity of your movements. His rhythm grows more desperate and erratic as you and him edge closer.

"Kurapika," You moan against his lips, "I'm close."

"Me too," He stutters out his response, his pace only becoming more fervent at your admission.

Increasing his movements, he hits your sweet spot over and over again until you call out for him in ecstasy. Hearing his name from your lips in that state sends him over the edge. With a final powerful thrust, he releases deep within you, groaning out, "(Y/N)!" As waves of intense pleasure wash over him.

Kurapika wraps his arms securely around your waist, keeping you close as your ragged breaths slowly sync together. He presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, savoring these calm moments after your shared climax.

"I love you," You breathe out in a hushed tone, "I missed this."

"I love you too, my treasure," He murmurs back quietly, "And I've missed this as well... More than you can imagine."

"Can we..." You begin tentatively, your head resting against his chest, "Stay like this for a bit longer?"

"Of course, my love. We can stay like this for as long as you want," He replies softly, tightening his embrace around you and pressing another tender kiss to the top of your head, "Thank you, (Y/N)," His voice barely carries over the gentle sound of water lapping around you and him, but it's filled with heartfelt emotion nonetheless.

It's now that he realizes he doesn't need to look any further. With you in his arms and your hearts beating as one, he knows he's found his home. You have become truly an irreplaceable part of him. Here and now, everything just feels right. He feels complete.

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Lover, You Should've Come Over

(word count: 1.432) (angst, comfort)

Sitting alone in the dim room, Kurapika finds himself consumed by a painful wave of regret. His hands curl into fists at his sides, fingernails digging dents into his skin as he thinks about (Y/N). A beautiful woman with sharp eyes that saw right through him.

"I pushed her away," He mutters to himself, the extent of his actions weighing on him heavily, "I was so concerned about dragging her down with me... I didn't consider what it would do to her."

The memories of their past together begin to seep into his mind like venom spreading its poison throughout an unsuspecting body. Their laughter echoing through empty halls, the way she'd playfully tugged on a lock of his blonde hair whenever they sparred together. Each memory brings forth another flood of bitter sorrow that gnaws at the edges of Kurapika's already damaged heart.

"She deserved better," He whispers hoarsely against the icy silence that wraps around him, "And I... I couldn't give it to her."

The taste of regret is sour on his tongue, but nothing stings more than remembering how (Y/N) had looked at him when he walked away, pure understanding reflected in those knowing eyes. A silent acceptance that cut deeper than any blade.

"(Y/N)," Kurapika breathes out, the name slipping from his lips like a prayer.

His gaze focuses on the empty space before him as if he could summon her back with just his longing.

"I'm sorry. I should've stayed," He murmurs quietly into the stillness of the room, shame lacing every word, "I miss you..."

A strained sigh escapes Kurapika's lips, his eyes dull and filled with sorrow, "If only I could see her again..." His voice trails off into a broken whisper, the words hanging stubbornly in the stagnant air surrounding him.

He would give anything to see those bright eyes again, to see her smiling at him so tenderly, to feel the warmth of her skin against his own. The pain plaguing him seems unending, spiraling deeper within his chest with every passing second.

His hand instinctively moves towards where he imagines (Y/N) might be sitting if she were here, an empty gesture aimed at filling a void he himself had created. He misses everything about her, her stubbornness, her recklessness...

But most importantly, how understanding she was, even when things didn't make sense.

"I'll do whatever it takes," Kurapika declares quietly as if making a vow to himself, "I just want another chance."

The blonde-haired man's hand hovers over his phone, a deep sigh leaving his lips. He contemplates calling her, the weight of his decision making his heart pound louder in his chest. His fingers itch to dial her number, a series of digits he had memorized by heart.

The screen glows softly in the dim room, casting an eerie light onto Kurapika's face as he scrolls through his contacts until (Y/N)'s name comes into view. Her contact picture is one they'd taken together during happier times, both of them smiling so brightly that their joy seems almost tangible.

His thumb hovers over her name for what feels like an eternity, every second amplifying the heavy silence encompassing him. The fear gripping at him feels strong and suffocating. What if she doesn't answer? Worse yet... What if she does?

"(Y/N)..." He says under his breath, steeling himself before finally pressing down on her contact information.

As he brings the phone up to his ear, Kurapika bites down hard on his lip. He can taste the metallic tang of blood dripping into his mouth but he barely registers it. All he can focus on is the rhythmic beating of a dial tone, a stark contrast to his erratic heartbeat.

His grip tightens around the device as every passing second becomes a harsh reminder of how much time had been wasted, how many words were left unsaid, and how many actions were done out of fear instead of love. His breath hitches when after several agonizing moments, her voicemail greeting plays.

But even just hearing her recorded voice gives him a brief sense of reprieve, grounding him back to reality from where regret and pain drag him deep within its clutches. It isn't enough though. He needs more than just echoes of her voice trapped in a digital recording.

Hearing the beep indicating it's time to leave a message, Kurapika takes in a deep breath before speaking. His voice quivers slightly, but he presses on, "(Y/N)... It's me, Kurapika."

He pauses for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing.

"I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear from right now but... I miss you."

The words taste bitter on his tongue, an admission of guilt and longing wrapped together.

There's another tension-filled pause before he finally lets out what had been gnawing at him all night long, "Please come over. I need to see you..."

With that final plea hanging heavily in between them, even if she isn't there physically, he ends the call. His phone drops back onto his lap as he leans back into his chair, letting out a sigh full of uncertainty and vulnerability.

She may not come... But at least now she knows how desperate he is without her.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, Kurapika had begun to lose hope. The silence is deafening and doubt claws at his insides with a vengeance. He spends the passing hours aimlessly pacing around his apartment, trying to distract himself from constantly glancing towards his phone.

When he hears a subtle knock echo through the room, the Kurta freezes in place, heart pounding fiercely against his ribcage as he makes way to the door.

Dread and anticipation swirls within him as he gently pulls open the door, revealing (Y/N) standing there under dimly lit hallway lights, her silhouette creating shadows that dance across her features.

For a moment, it seems as if time itself has stopped, everything silent except for their shallow breaths mixing together in sync before he finally releases an audible sigh of relief.

"Kurapika?" Her voice is filled with surprise, and before she can utter another word, he has already thrown his arms around her. His grip is tight, a desperate hold born out of fear that if he lets go even slightly, she'll disappear.

He buries his face into the crook of her neck, every inch of him attempting to memorize her, the way she feels against him, the faint scent of her hair mixing with the outside air lingering on her clothes.

A shaky breath escapes him as he tries to gain control over his racing heart, albeit in vain, because now that she's here within his reach again... He doesn't want to let go.

"Kurapika?" She echoes and the sound of her voice, so close and filled with concern, causes something warm to bloom in his chest. As she returns his embrace and begins to rub soothing circles on his back, he feels a few of the knots in his stomach start to unravel.

"You sounded... Unwell in your voicemail. Are you okay?" Her words resound through him, genuine worry laced into each syllable.

"I..." He swallows hard as he draws back just enough to look at her, meeting those beautiful eyes that hold nothing but sincerity, "I've been better," It isn't a lie but it doesn't feel like the whole truth either.

"I can tell," She replies quietly.

He lets out another trembling breath before tightening his hold around her again, not ready yet to fully face what's been haunting him for so long without having her close.

For now, he wants to linger in her arms. Holding onto her as if she's his lifeline, Kurapika allows himself to sink deeper into her embrace, her comforting warmth seeping through the fabric of his clothes and into his cold existence.

He presses his face further into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent deeply, "Just let me hold you for a bit longer," He murmurs against her flesh, hoping she'll understand just how much he needs this right now.

"Okay, I'm not going anywhere," She whispers against his ear, the softness of her voice flowing into him and further calming his anxious thoughts.

Kurapika's heart constricts at her promise, gratitude washing over him in waves. He tightens his hold on her further, as if conveying all the unspoken emotions through this one gesture.

He doesn't know how long they stood there in silence, time seeming to lose its grip on him as he simply allows himself to exist within this comforting bubble with her by his side... And for once, it feels okay to let down the walls around him even if it is just for a little while.

This feels like home to him, something he thought he had lost forever.

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Wanna write something where your puppy!hybrid is naughty and you come home to him chewing on your panties but he’s such a sweet pup that he doesn’t even realize he did something bad!

He just loves you and smelled something yummy from the laundry! He just wants a taste of you, that’s all! Don’t you love him too? You always say he’s such a good boy and you snuggle him and give him kisses… that means you’re his mate, right?

And now he’s got these protective mate behaviors like guarding you and growling when anyone gets too close… and when his rut comes and you jerk off his needy, throbbing cock to help him through it, he’s convinced you’re his mate and ready to take your pussy instead of your hand…

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Wanna write something where your puppy!hybrid is naughty and you come home to him chewing on your panties but he’s such a sweet pup that he doesn’t even realize he did something bad!

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Vampire AU Snippet

"I'm not here for your amusement," Kurapika retorts coldly, despite the doubts beginning to cloud his mind, "You've been preying on humans, and as a vampire, I can only assume you're responsible for numerous deaths. And even if that isn't the case... Just by being what you are... It's my duty to eliminate your kind."

She rolls her eyes dramatically at his words, "Oh, the humanity!" She exclaims mockingly before her expression turns serious again, "You know, for someone so intent on killing me, you talk too much."

"Perhaps," He admits, the sharp end of his Judgement chain just inches away from her chest, "But it was necessary to gauge your intentions. Any last words?"

The vampire tilts her head, raising an eyebrow at his question, "Just one. Are you truly okay with killing someone who's innocent?" She pauses for effect before adding in a quiet voice, "...Someone who doesn't even feed on humans?"

His chain wavers slightly at her words, his eyes searching hers for any hint of deceit, "That doesn't change what you are."

"Oh, so it's what I am that bothers you?" She shoots back with a dark chuckle, "Not my alleged crimes but simply the fact that I'm different from you? Interesting."

"It's not about being different," He argues, maintaining a level tone despite the rising tension, "It's about posing a potential threat to humanity."

"And who decides what a 'potential threat' is?" She questions him, her tone laced with curiosity, "You? The ones who have decided to hunt us down just because we're different?"

"No," Kurapika responds, his voice echoing throughout the cabin, "It's decided by those who have suffered at the hands of your kind... And it's carried out by hunters like me."

She lets out a sigh, shaking her head slowly, "How noble of you," She drawls out sarcastically, "But tell me, hunter, do all those who suffer truly seek revenge or is it just people like you?"

"It's not about revenge," His chains tighten around her as he retorts, "It's about justice."

"Justice, revenge... They're just two sides of the same coin," She counters, her voice steady, "But if you truly believe in your cause, then do what you must."

The hunter remains silent for a moment, his resolve wavering slightly as he contemplates her words. He feels torn between his duty and the doubt that has steadily creeped into his mind.

With a deep breath, he finally asks in a quiet voice, "Are you... Truly innocent?"

Her lips curl into a bitter smile at his question, "As innocent as one can be in this cruel world," She answers honestly.

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Omg I'm obsessed with your himbo vampire, the sobbing and panic really got to me lmao.

Imagine him being confused about their lover and their chapped and chewed up lips. He probably thinks it's his fault and just keeps licking them and sobbing apologies.

(also can I be 🪼anon?)

He’s such a sweet thing, sniffling as he holds you in his arms and softly laps at your lips.

You don’t mind, really. His saliva has healing properties and instantly soothes your chapped lips.

Himbo!Vampire bf loves you dearly. He doesn’t understand that you chew or bite at your lips because of anxiety.

His first thought was the potentiality of someone hurting your lips by hitting or scratching you.

His second thought was that he hadn’t been feeding you enough and you were chewing on your lips from hunger.

Either way he feels he’s at fault and blames himself. It’s enough to have you attempt to stop this bad habit of yours, if only to soothe your poor boyfriend’s worries.

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warning: slightly yandere behavior, clinginess, aphrodisiac

Clingy!Naga bf that can’t stand being away from you for more than a few minutes. He claims it’s because he gets oh so cold without you, his little heating pack, snuggling with him.

The truth is… he’s afraid of losing you. You’re human, your body fragile and soft. When you’re out of his sight he gets nervous, his tail flicking in annoyance as he slithers around the den.

His tongue darts out to pick up your scent, and when he finally finds you, he’s quick to wrap you up in his tight embrace.

“Baby? What’s wrong?”

You cup his cheeks, your thumb brushing against one of his fangs in a comforting gesture. He leans down and buried his face in your neck, rubbing his nose against you.

“You left me all alone…” he mumbled into your neck. His cock rubbed against your back, soft, needy whines leaving his throat.

You tried not to laugh at how cute he was being, pouting over your short lived absence. “I just had to use the bathroom, my love. You-“

The feeling of his cock slipping between your thighs and rubbing against your panties as he fucked those plump thighs of yours made you whimper. He was being needy, but you didn’t mind.

“Should have told me you were going… I woke up at you weren’t there…” he murmured, laying back and coiling his tail around your to keep you in place.

A hand moved to your belly, pressing down on it gently and squeezing the soft fat there. He often did this when holding you, as if wanting to knead you like a kitten looking for comfort.

“Sorry, baby. I will next time.”

He purred softly when you slipped your panties to the side, letting his cock rub against your clit, the. Your hole. Before pushing in, he but down on your neck, injecting you with his aphrodisiac venom.

Within seconds it was kicking, your pussy clenching around nothing and dripping with need. You were putty in his hands, tears falling down your face as you begged for it.

“B-baby, please! Need it… need it so bad!”

He nuzzled his face against your neck before finally slipping into you, keeping your body pressed firmly against his.

As he fucked into you, you could almost feel his need to be as close to you as possible. It was almost desperate, the way his claws dug into your skin and tail wrapped around you so tightly it was almost suffocating.

“All mine… you’ll always be with me… won’t you..?”

He waited for your answer, his thrusts slowing until he was gently bouncing you on his cock at an agonizing pace.

You pushed your hips into his, whimpering as tears fell down your cheeks. “W-will… I will… don’t stop!”

With that confirmation, he continued.

He fucked you until the aphrodisiac finally wore off, your belly warm and full of his cum as he curled up with your for a long, warm nap.

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