/monster/ - The Last Bastion of Romance★

>>328487 (OP)

Silly silly succubi.

>>328494

Absolutely disgusting.

Leaving sex stains on the covers after a passionate night and not cleaning them up.

Absolutely scandalous.

>>328490

More

>>328507

> Hellhound enjoying being dominated

> Hellhound being conflicted about enjoying being dominated

> Hellhound desperately trying to pretend that ordering her husband to dominate her doesn't count as being dominated

> Hellhound needs her husband to be a little forceful with her so she can finally admit she really likes to be domianted, just like Mommy

Hellhound doggy style with leash and collar was enough to make me diamonds. After all that I think I strained something.

Do you feel in charge?

Spending money freely.

Not like my waifu gets a say in the matter, I have philanthropic tendencies

>>328494

>>328505

<Manticore wife.

>She basically stole you. From proactive dating, to nightly "visits" to live-in raping machine, to a possessive, protective, sexually aggressive, and dare I say darling wife.

>You're glad you had your own place at the time, because you couldn't bare for your family to witness her barging into your life.

>Or worse that they'd see that you've taken a liking to her.

>Maybe it's just because she is so very lewd.

>What would your mother think?

>It's a Sunday afternoon.

>Nothing to do today. Almost all businesses shut down because of local mormon traditions.

>It's basically expected of you to spend the day being lazy, playing with kids, or making babies.

<"I made some food!"

>She tries to play off making my dinner as just a serendipity, a coincidence with her own appetite, that she could just cook twice as much to feed the both of us. A mere accident of efficiency.

>But the way she watches you eat.

>You're onto her.

>It's orange chicken and rice.

>She's made sweet tea too.

>You love this woman.

>As you dish up, you can feel her groping hands on your side. She is behind you.

>You turn around. She is just smiling.

>Not the lewd, manticore smile, surprisingly.

>You savor the moment, but sit down, and try to enjoy your sweet, tangy food.

>She is sitting down too.

>Just before you take a bite, fork in hand, you look up to see her staring at you.

>Just for a moment, you spot that look again. Her hand beginning to rise to her chest. Her mouth slightly ajar, a slight, goofy grin.

>Is she getting off to you eating her food?

>She wipes that look off her face. Pretends to look down.

>Resumes her dinner-table pose as smoothly as she can manage.

"You know that I love your cooking."

>She turns her head, and covers her mouth with her hand.

>You can still see the glee in her eyes. Can't hide that.

<"I do too. Heh."

>You still catch sidelong glances as you eat.

>You rinse your dish, and head to the bedroom.

>She follows in soon after.

<"Hey…"

>You're jarred from your computer.

>You're expecting a raping.

>As you turn your head, you notice that she's not exactly showing the raping mood.

>She looks visibly anxious, like she wants something, but is afraid to ask for it.

>She's very near. Arms around your chest from behind, holding you to your chair.

>In your ear, she's making a hoarse whisper.

<"I want to try something different tonight."

>Her tail is snaking up around your leg.

>Her expression is pained. Longing. You've seen her make it before, often times before, after, and during sex. Sometimes just out of nowhere.

>You already have a guess at what it is that she wants.

>Mamono have been occasionally been known to "deviate."

>Danukis publish this kind of info occasionally.

>"How to please your hibernating Lamia."

>"The sexual habits of Succubii. Are they loyal?"

>"Could your wife be a cuddleslut? Here are the signs, and what to do."

"What could it be?"

>She's touching her fingertips together.

<"I was thinking that maybe we could….."

>She gulps.

<"Maybe we could take it slow…ly."

>You're getting up out of the chair.

"So you can enjoy the feeling for longer?"

>She typically goes at it for about two hours.

<"No…"

<"I was thinking that we could… c-cuddle."

"You just want to cuddle?"

<"No!"

"Then…"

>She is red-faced. You can almost see her tears.

<"I."

<"I want to."

>She is looking defeated, as if she can't bring herself to say it. As if the conflict of her shame, and longing were tearing her apart.

>You enjoy her squirming, but you probably have to do something before she changes her mind.

"You want to lay in bed, and fuck slowly while cuddling?"

>You've been waiting for this moment.

>The way she would reluctantly deny herself warmth. Acting cold. Rolling away from you in the bed.

>The frequent half-heartedness in her vigorous pumping with her tailpussy. How she would sometimes falter, and just stare longingly for a second before picking up.

>She is shrinking at the words.

<"Just don't tell anyone."

"Aha!"

>You had her pegged.

>It's true that her hellhound, and cheshire friends would needle her endlessly for it.

>They already make fun of her for not owning any ropes, or gags.

>You take her hand and pull her into the bed.

>She pulls you into the little spoon position.

>You can hear her breathing quicken.

>Her face is burying itself into the back of your neck.

>Is that a giggle? A huff of excitement?

>She pulls blankets over you both after opening the window a crack and letting in some chilly air.

>The lights are off, but the dimming sunlight illuminates the room through the translucent curtains.

>>328718

>She's petting you now. One hand stroking your throat, and the other around your waist.

>She's breathing heavy through her nose. You turn your upper body, and press your ear into her chest.

>Her heartrate is off the fucking chart.

>She recoils as you try to pet her back, but you can't let her run away now.

>You wrap your arms around her head and pull her into your chest.

>She audibly yelps, but thankfully accepts the hug.

>It's getting hot under the blanket, and you feel her tail begin to stir about your legs.

>It's just a tickle at first, but soon it's making pecks at your naked thighs.

>Boner activate.

>She's caressing you tenderly as her tailpussy is kissing up the base of your erection.

>You naturally grab onto her hand as she's teasing you. The one reaching under your arm and holding you tightly.

>Her hug becomes almost painfully tight as you can feel her flower kiss the tip, and begin to take you.

>Your legs kick as she slowly sucks your length down, every half-inch or so your tip rolls hard past the next ring of resisting tongues.

>Many strong, short tongues work at you for a moment after you hilt.

>You feel a prick on your side in the midst of your ecstasy.

<"It's only a quarter dose."

>She probably teased most of her venom out of the spine beforehand.

>You just grip her hand again. Breathless.

>She's not one to frustrate, she is much slower than usual, but your diamond erection isn't growing bored as her tailpussy lols it to and fro, stirring it deep inside her bud.

>She motions for you to turn to her, and she kisses you when you do.

>Your hand is creeping down between her thighs. She is sweating a bit.

>Your fingers find a very slippery purchase against her wet pussy.

>She lets slip a quiet moan when you grab her by the pussy and hug your face into her breast.

>You grind your hips against her bud, its inner musculature working you over.

>It seems your orgasm is already building.

>And hers is already here.

>What a freak.

>Upon backing up to see her face, you see her mouth agape, her one eye closed, and the other rolling.

>You massage her pussy to coax it all the way out of her.

>Her hips thrust backwards, away from you, thighs gripping your wrist, and taking your hand with them.

>The tongues lose co-ordination, and as you rub her nethers, they stop completely.

>However the suction only intensifies, her hips come back, and she tenses up completely.

>Her orgasm is nearly silent, but her breath is coming in hoarse, and quivering.

<"H-h-oh…"

>Just for a moment, she lays still.

>She slowly picks up again.

>Penis is very happy.

>She has the most retarded grin on her face.

>You pet her.

>She pets you.

>You trade pats even as you come for the first time that night after a twenty minute snuggle.

>She drinks it all down with a sigh.

<"Anon I wish you told me sooner that you were a cuddleslut too."

>Lying in bed, snuggling, you cum many times into her tail while listening to the windstorm.

>You fall asleep under her arms, her breath in your hair.

>Your cock in her suckling tail.

>Her food in your belly.

>Your head against her breast.

>Sweet creature. Maybe I shouldn't be afraid to show her to my family.

>>328718

>>328719

Hnnnng.

>>328719

>Oh no.

>It's still dark.

>You wake up feeling a bit too hot, and worse yet, torn from a lewd dream.

>Yep that's midnight wood.

>Manticore's breathing comes in slow and steady.

>She's still got your member, tucked inside her bulb.

>You can tell because every few seconds you can feel her tailpussy gently suckle at it.

>That's really not good enough.

>In fact it's probably just going to keep you up all night because you've become quite horny.

>Also it's probably the reason you've become so bothered in the first place.

>You don't want to just wake her up to ask for some sexual attention, though.

>You've learned how to deal with this problem.

>Her tail *does* have a mind of its own.

>You just have to wake it up.

>Gently, as to not wake her, you take hold of the bud, and separate it from its nest in your crotch.

>What once served as lubrication has now dried. It's a bit glued in place.

>Gently you peel it away, working it back and forth.

>When it comes loose, you slowly push it away.

>First inch goes by. The bud presses itself into your palms as it gives another gentle suckle.

>Feels good.

>Another two, and it does it again, harder.

>You draw it out until it only encapsulates the head, and let it come back of its own accord.

>When it's come back to half your length you catch it with your palm.

>You hold it at this distance and let it bob.

>That's more like it.

>Don't know why this works. Probably stimulating the thing into action.

>Moments go by, and her tail is coming back to life. Its pace has steadied to about what you were getting just some hours ago.

>You can hear something inside softly squelching each time your head drags past it.

>Probably a trapped air bubble.

>Her tongues pick up, your nighttime erection couldn't be more pleased.

>You let out a sigh as you let her tail go, it hilts itself, and you enjoy the feeling.

>That arm around your chest could use some company.

>You hold her hand and relax.

>Her bud gently brushes your thighs on each slow pump.

>Just a few minutes in, it's too much to bare.

>You give her another spurt.

<"mmh"

>Your erection begins to grow limp, satisfied.

<"mmh-ah…"

>Did she wake up?

>Fuck. Don't make a commotion.

>You pretend to be asleep.

>You feel her lean forward. A kiss through your hair.

>Her hand works free of yours, and strokes you.

>It's warm on your arm, and the cool air reminds you of where it was as soon as it wanders somewhere else.

>The hairs standing on end from the chill get softened with her warmth, and stand again when she's moved on.

>She says nothing. Retakes your hand, and takes a deep breath.

>You probably fell asleep before she did.

>>329203

>Vampire, Pharaoh

Interesting. Why?

>>329206

-Vampire

Her last thread became a Castlevania dump, that's how uninteresting she is.

Queens of the undead, yet Wights got the "nobles of the night" profile.

Too much goth and not enough Vlad Tepes

Daughters become bonnet tippers when they should give Dullahans a run for their heads.

If everyone loves Castlevania so much, where is my big ass castle of peril?

-Pharaoh

Hello, I am just going to sit pretty on my pyramid and let my lessers get all of the booty, I'll just dessicate until the next age.

No sir, no great rising, army of skeletons and mummys farther than the eye can see.

No Arnold Vosloo Mummy powers.

No awesome pyramid lair either.

-Both

Awesome swashbuckling villains

Leaders of Nations ala Doctor Doom

Become private submissives when defeated

Be the shadow behind the throne

Be the hand sneaking to her ass behind the throne

>>329312

>Wouldn't monster girls be better if they were fucking killing each other?

>>329373

>Yassssss

What does this have to do with the funny backwards perversions of semen demons?

>>329549

Oh. Sorry, tired and misread, led the topic astray over the past few days while answering questions about said setting. I'll take that under advisement.

For anyone paying attention to the diversion thus far, I'll be making my own thread for this material either tonight or sometime before Christmas.

>>329617

YES

>>329617

>try to headpat waifu

>she turns it around and starts headpatting you

>>329617

I need this

>>329617

that gave me a few ideas, thanks

>>329617

>having to ask her

>being embraced and headpatted isn't the norm

>>329617

Yes.

>>329617

>Be city slicker.

>Out at night with friends.

>Pissing around, chatting and walking.

>Old highschool friends you never lost because of vidya.

>Probably not a good idea what with the monsters around these days.

>No matter, the paladins have kept them out of this little neighborhood for the most part.

>A rustle in the bushes.

>Probably just a raccoon?

>Come to think of it you've never seen a raccoon in this town. Ever.

>Group is getting spooked.

>God damn it's rustling a lot.

>Everyone's backing away.

>Big fucking Hellhound jumps out.

>Holy shit.

>Everyone turns tail and runs.

>You're frozen. She's staring you down.

<"Run."

>It was a full moon. What were you thinking?

>You're beating feet.

>She's still standing there.

>Fuck. What do you do? She's clearly playing a game. Will she give up if you get home?

>It's been a short minute. You hear a howl in the distance. Like a dog, or a wolf.

>Probably means your headstart is over.

>You're blocks away from home.

>You hear her feet on the pavement.

>You hear her gaining on you.

>Oh god she's fast.

>You turn your head to see her practically a leap away from you.

>That wicked grin on her face.

>Those smoldering, fierce eyes.

>Holy shit.

>You've never sprinted harder in your life.

>You grow numb to the shock of asphalt on your feet.

>She's so close you can hear her panting.

>She grabs your shoulder and yanks you to a halt.

>Ever played red rover?

>Your feet are off the ground.

>Like a parent toying with a child she wheels you around by the arm, and lets you go.

>And she gives you a shove.

>Fuck. Now she's between you and home.

>And she's still toying with you.

>No choice but to play.

>You sprint away from her. Maybe you can hide.

>No. She keeps too close.

>Does she not want to catch you?

>Can't take a fucking turn when you want because she keeps cutting you off.

>It's been nearly a mile. You are at the end of your rope.

>She's still right behind you.

>She gets in front of you again.

"Someone help!"

>No response.

>Is someone… moaning?

>Holy shit. This isn't your territory.

>This is a monster neighborhood. During a full moon, all kinds of kinky shit is going on right now.

>She's backing you up against someone's house.

>You are on a stranger's porch.

>She's closing in at a mild pace.

>You pound on the door.

"Hello? I need help!"

>Maybe another monster might help you.

"Someone please!"

>You're pounding the fuck out of the door.

"There's a fucking hellhound out here!"

>She's standing over you.

"Let me in! Call the cops!"

>The cops won't help you. Not these days.

>You're dead out of breath. Heart racing. Legs burning. You're a total mess.

>You turn around to see her with a mocking smile.

>She forces yourself against you, pressing you against the door.

>Your face is smothered with tits. She's looking down at you smugly.

<"No need to thrash my house. If you want in so bad…"

>She produces a key.

>No fucking way.

>Clevergirl.jpg

>That's why she was toying with you.

>>329867

>She's shouldered you like a piece of lumber, and she dumps you onto what feels like a sofa. It's dark, and you can't see much.

>Holy shit. It's over. A monster finally got you.

>By a Hellhound, no less.

>She's going to rape you into a crater.

>You're not more than an footstep from wit's end.

>Your heart is racing. Your legs are burning. You probably couldn't make a coherent sentence if you tried.

>She doesn't seem fazed.

<"That was quite a chase."

>She's taken on a more wanton expression.

>She squeezes your thigh.

>You cringe, and begin to curl up.

>But she advances on you.

>Pulled into a kiss.

>She's forcing tongue.

>You don't know what to do.

>You want to sock her, but you know that will just turn her on more.

>Fucking mamono.

>You play dead fish.

>As you let her ravish your mouth, you go totally limp.

>She chuffs through her nose, and pulls away with your lower lip in her suction.

<"Given up already? There there. You must be so tired."

>What a sultry tone.

>She grabs your crotch and massages your cock against your thigh.

<"That's okay. I'll do all of the work."

>She unbuttons your pants and pulls them off.

>Just in your underwear, in a stranger's house. The cool air hits your naked thighs.

>You didn't want your first to be like this.

>She's resumes massaging your penis, and takes mount of your hips.

>At least you have a cushion. Goodbye virginity.

<"Cute."

>She says, holding your freshly claimed underwear.

>Your cheeks flush.

>Wait.

>Your penis hasn't betrayed you.

>Actually it seems just as frightened as you are.

>She keeps grinding it against her sopping cunt.

>But it's not even at half mast.

>Fucking hell this is too much for you.

>She's looking concerned.

>It's been a minute.

>She's growing frustrated.

>Now she's trying a new approach.

>She gets on her hands and knees.

>She's taken your penis into her mouth.

>You don't think she knows what she's doing.

>She's sucking way too hard.

>She's uncoordinated, and sloppy.

>Oh boy.

>No response from the soldier.

>Rather than looking sultry, she's just frustrated, and focused.

>A minute in, you look her in the eyes.

>She sees your mortification.

>You see shame.

>She lets your member loose, and turns away.

>She doesn't want to meet your gaze.

>She's visibly shaking.

>What thoughts must be going through your would-be rapist's head…

>>329873

<"What am I doing wrong?"

>She'd better not have a mental breakdown.

>You can't think to say anything.

<"Are you… nervous?"

<"Exhausted?"

<"Did someone break your dick?"

>Probably A and B.

>She's playing civil all of the sudden.

>Do you explain yourself?

>Don't want her to think your dick is broken, or that she's just unattractive.

>Wait. Why do you care?

>Is it because she's cute?

"You… scared the wits out of me."

>Out of breath, still.

"And you ran my legs off."

>She's looking at you again.

"And I don't know you. You just terrify me. Why on earth would I be turned on?"

>She squirms in place.

>After visibly puzzling for a minute, she perks up.

>Her face is flushing.

<"I… know just what you need. Stay right there."

>Not like you have much of a choice. If you go outside now you're going to get yanked away by a manticore, or an onii, or something else, if she doesn't just drag you back herself.

>She gets up, and turns the lights on.

>One good look confirms.

>Pretty typical hellhound. Busty, tall, athletic.

>She leaves the room. You watch her as she does.

>You can see the sheen of her wetness on her thighs.

>It's been a few minutes, and she finally comes back.

>You've put your clothing back on. Not that it means much to her.

>She's in a long tan sweater, bottomless and she's got a hot mug of something.

>Could she be slipping something into your drink?

>She motions you to her couch, and sits down with you.

>When you seat, she leans back against the wall, and brings her legs over yours.

>Still coming on strong, you see.

>She offers you the mug.

>It's hot chocolate.

>Her arm is around your shoulder.

>She puts on a television show.

>Fucking gunsmoke.

<"I take it you're a man with more… ``scandalous`` preferences. We'll call this a ``date``."

>What on earth is she on about?

>You look down into the mug.

>Smells good.

>Reservations about actually drinking it.

<"Go on. It's just hot chocolate."

>Now that you think about it, hellhounds are clubs, and not daggers. If it were a succubus, or a manticore, hell no.

>You could really screw up her night by not playing along.

>Probably been stalking you for a while.

>It's not like she's just going to take "no" for an answer.

>Fine. You'll play along. It's a "date".

"Alright. Thanks."

>You take a testing sip. She must have cooled it somehow, because it didn't burn your tongue.

>You can drink this.

>Gets the chill out of your chest.

>If she can control herself like this, maybe she isn't so bad.

"So who are you? What do you do?"

<"M'Name's Rosie. I work at home doing custom tailoring."

>Ok that's actually not bad. Calms your nerves that some destructive napalm of a woman hasn't stuck to you.

>Not to mention it's a highly demanded skill these days.

<"But you don't need to tell me what you do."

>She's rubbing your arm from around your back.

>Yep. She's probably been singling you out for months.

>But she's fidgeting now.

>What is going on?

>She holds you, and you lose your focus on the circumstances watching Festus round up criminals. You've asked a few questions, and found out she's really young. Her parents own this house, and she pays very little rent. She's got quite a few brothers and sisters. She's got a small circle of friends, all pretty dear.

>Her warmth is comforting, even though she keeps shifting, and fidgeting.

>You come to lean on her, and she repositions to offer you her breast to lay back against.

>Clearly she's offering, so she won't mind, so you do.

>At this point you're not so unsettled.

>But something is ``really`` bothering her.

>As you recline on her, you hear her gasping for air.

<"You…

<"You ``perv``."

"What?"

<"I knew it. You're a…"

<"A…"

<"A r-romantic, head-patting, snuggling p-pervert."

"What's perverted about…"

<"Holding hands? Oh… god. Right in public, where everyone can see."

>She's in a trance.

<"You… You would totally… make public displays of afff… afff……"

>She trails off momentarily and winces back to reality.

<"f…ffection in front of your friends and f-family wouldn't you."

>She's squeezing you like a teddy bear.

>You're absolutely dumbstruck.

<"Yes. I know what you need."

>She lets you go.

<"You… You need time, and trust, and lots of l-love…"

>She's as flustered as a hellhound could possibly be.

<"But you know what I need? What I need ``right now?``"

>Her legs are shaking as she opens them before you. Her pussy is leaking so much that it's formed a pool beneath her.

>She reaches forward and pulls you up against her.

<"I know what you need."

>She's working at your pants.

>You aide her remove them.

>You break her down into a slobbering mess as you take the initiative and plant your fingers in her hair.

>>330182

>You're behaving on impulse now.

>She's like putty in your hands.

>Your nimble fingers break through her strands and brush up against her fluffy black ears.

>She must have been keeping her hygiene pretty well because her hair isn't greasy. It's very clean and smooth.

>She's wordless. Panting. As you bat her ears about you can hear her tail slapping the couch.

>Thump. Thump. Thump.

>She reaches up and returns fire.

>Her legs lock around you.

>The warmth of her hands stroking your head kill the last doubt you had in you.

>This woman is certainly wife material.

>There it is. Your cock is steadily stiffening against her. The absurd tenderness has freed you from inhibitions.

>When you line up, she's looking right up at you.

<"I… I've been waiting so long for this…"

"You are like no hellhound I've ever seen."

>As you try to pierce her, you are met with a very tight entrance. Her innie pussy was hiding a hymen from you.

>She kept her chastity.

>Was she planning to break this on you ruthlessly, without even telling you?

>You decide to slow down. There is no shortage in tungsten erection.

>She's arching her back. Lifting you up with her.

>Her hands have taken a tight fistful of your hair.

>She bares her neck for you.

>You swoop in and kiss it.

>You slowly work at her. You want to spare her blood.

>As you stretch her out, she winces repeatedly.

>For nearly ten minutes you persistently dog her entrance.

>And during this time you find yourself drowning in affection.

>At last you can fit the head.

>When it seats firmly in her, at last you sigh as the texture, and folds of her walls embrace you.

>And where the head goes, the shaft follows.

>Like a pecking drill, you work your way into her.

<"Oh. Anon."

>Her hot, sticky arousal makes your slow thrusting very smooth, despite the tightness.

>Oh sweet Jesus. You aren't going to last long.

>As you thrust against her she begins to softly moan in your ear.

>She's definitely some kind of pervert, because she's amidst an intense throe very early on.

>You don't think it's an orgasm, she's not so tense, but rest assured she's having some kind of dopamine/endorphin/oxytocin rush, because she's not present in mind.

>As you scrape her walls she's softly whining.

>Your tense cock is stirring up an orgasm.

"Rosie you've already got me… too excited."

<"Just cum on me when you like…"

>You can only feel a few seconds left in you.

>Your instincts drive you to play with fire.

>You misjudged. The peaks of your orgasm fall away from beneath you, like a sneeze dying on arrival.

>It drives you wild.

>You plunge her soft, slick hole with what stamina you have left.

>Over, and over again you drive into her, looking for your release.

>She's not ready for it.

>She leglocks you as she cums.

>Dangerous if you don't watch your timing.

>You keep pecking at her, even as her hips raise up against yours.

>Sweat drips off of you, and falls onto her.

>Beads stick to her skin.

>There it is again. The zenith.

>You focus, and pound away.

>Your thrusting grows uncoordinated. You hug her for a moment before slipping out of her and spitting your seed up across your belly. Once, twice, thrice you screw up against her hips and let loose.

>She's thrashed.

>You're thrashed.

"So."

>huffing.

"You want to go… get some rest."

>She pants.

"Come… with me."

>She leads you to her room. She gets you a towel, and she takes you to her shower.

>You bet your ass you snuggled a hellhound that night.

>You bet your ass that you got to be the big spoon.

>And you bet your ass you married a hellwan when you were hoping for a kiki.

>Turns out she started pursuing you when you expressed interest in them online.

>"A bunch of perverts like me." She calls them.

>>330183

>>330184

Didn't seem rushed to me.

>hellhound is actually a virginal stalker

>>330188

>implying hellhounds arent smart

>>330210

>implying that hellhounds are smart

>>331179

>implying they aren't

>>331221

delet thiz

>>331221

>They're probably dog smart…

>>330183

extreme cozy, good work anon. Have you written anything else on here?

>>330183

Cute as fuck, writefriend.