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darkchipmunk

1 month ago

once upon an april day

Pairing: Beast!Arlecchino x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~3500

Warnings: Beast described as grotesque, mentions of death, grave robbing, and allusions to necrophagia.

(A/N): Had some ideas on what a beauty and the beast-esque story with Arlecchino might look like. These are just ideas, barely coherent and not well-developed. Listened to Wicked Game by Chris Isaak and thought of a malformed, unloved thing stumbling into something bigger than itself.

Summary: Each summer, the beast takes a young woman for company.

In April, a red cross greets you when you wake.

From frame to porch, the village elders have drawn two red stripes onto your house, marking you for this year's harvest.

You run a finger across the red. Two. Then, your entire hand, rubbing away what little you can.

The colour stays.

It sticks to your door. Remains on your porch. Clings to your hand, and to the skin beneath your nails.

And in the early drags of summer, the beast comes for you.

Its heavy gait rouses you from restless slumber, long, dark claws scratching against wood and stone as the hulking, hunched thing prowls towards your house.

The noise is jarring; everyone who hears it bolts their doors and dims their lights.

Only you remain, a spot of red still on your thumb.

You watch it through the window; see the long, deformed snout rise and turn this way and that before a massive paw settles on the first step of your porch. The beast lingers for a moment. Then, a second paw joins the first, and the thing all but hauls itself towards the entrance in one sharp forward motion.

A crooked black claw scratches against the still-red frame, and you obediently twist the handle to open the door.

It looks so much bigger up close.

The beast cranes its long neck to look at you, head twisting to the left with an ease that makes you think it boneless. Its snout is close enough to touch, two round red compound eyes unblinking as they stare you down.

"Your Lordship," you greet it quietly.

The beast's head tilts to the right, to where the cross remains painted on your open door. Again, it raises a claw, dragging it past you to tap against the red. Tap. Tap.

"The elders chose me, yes," you affirm, lowering your head. The beast does in kind.

Beady eyes meet yours from below, the thing's neck contorted unnaturally, a would-be cheek pressed to the wooden planks of your porch. It seems intent to keep your gaze, lumpish muscles jumping beneath strange, thick fur when you finally give it such satisfaction.

"A year."

You all but startle when it speaks. Nobody had ever told you that it could.

"A year," you repeat, aware of the village's agreement with the disfigured Lord.

The beast makes a low sound somewhere in the back of its throat. Then, it opens its maw again, rows of sharp teeth glinting. "Come." It rasps, tone low, warped, and overlapping with some strange sort of hum. "Come," it repeats, though no more firm.

Silently, you follow.

The Lord Knave's castle is as tall and as dark as the beast itself. Old brick whines underfoot when the misshapen thing crosses the bridge and stalks up the stairs leading to the entrance.

It flings the large doors open with startling ease, heavy wood slamming against stone walls.

The beast slows inside the foyer. Then, settling on its haunches, it turns to you. It seems to regard you for a moment, your reflection visible in each of its ommatidia before it nudges its neck closer still, until its snout all but touches your nose.

In the warm light of the candles, the tiny simple eyes at the very edges of its face appear almost black, while the ones closest to the centre glow a turbid red.

It is there your reflection shines the brightest.

It is there the beast intends to keep you.

The longer you stare, the more the Lord Knave strikes you as a loveless mess of bone and sinew. A creature stitched rather than born.

Years ago, when the village elders first met the towering Lord of the land, they dared to describe it as wolf-like. And certainly, you see the resemblance. A large, powerful body, covered in thick black fur. Four legs and two perked dark ears. A tail and a big snout. Claws and paws and teeth. All things that greet you when you regard the beast.

But its eyes are like that of an insect. And the closer you look, the shinier its humpback seems, as though protected by some sort of shell.

(It rattles softly whenever the beast breathes. It makes your skin crawl.)

The thing continues staring, and you stare right back. And for a long moment, that is all you do.

Then, the creature shifts, neck angling back, head turning from yours. Its curiosity seems suddenly sated, though whether it likes what it saw remains unclear.

For a moment, you do not know what would be worse. The creature's satisfaction or its ire.

And, in truth, you doubt it matters either way. No young woman has ever returned from this castle alive.

The screeching of a black claw against dusty white marble startles you back to awareness. You flinch at the noise, and the beast makes a sound as though amused before it raises that same claw towards a flight of stairs.

That is the last you see of it for weeks.

Properly, at least.

At night, hidden inside the oily darkness, the creature skulks around the castle grounds. Always a little too loud. Always rattling. Restless.

Sometimes, almost agonized.

You think the warmth is doing it under, that towering, tumorous thing. Think that the same heat that's making the fabric of your clothes cling to your sweat-soaked back might very well be boiling it alive.

Maybe that is why the beast is so loud sometimes.

Why it scratches and claws and bites at its shell like some angry, flea-ridden mutt.

Why, occasionally, when the midday sun is hanging high, it whimpers and groans, voice almost human.

"My Lord...?" You approach quietly, but the beast startles all the same.

You do not understand, not entirely, anyway. You saw its ears twitch and flatten the moment your hand met the railing all the way across the hall. It heard you—knew you would come long before you did.

And yet, the beast flinched still.

Perhaps, it is the fact of your presence that caused its fright, not the suddenness of it. You consider the thought as you step closer, waiting for the beast to raise its head.

"Hot, isn't it?" You try, voice unexpectedly soft, skin clammy.

The beast does not speak. It hasn't done so in weeks, not since it first brought you here, but its eyes find your form—a hundred tiny yous staring back at you in its red, webbed eyes.

"You must be hot," you continue, still soft. "With all that fur..." you trail off.

The beast inclines its head. Then, as though stung, suddenly twists and snaps its jaw at its back. Unable to catch its own skin with its teeth, it raises a back leg, long claws scratching where its maw failed to gnaw.

"Does it itch?" You ask, stubbing the toe of your shoe against the floor when the creature remains silent. Part of you feels stupid for asking, and stupider still when the beast halts its motions and inclines its head again as though to question your intelligence.

"Right..." you murmur, settling on one of the many couches in the great chamber.

Finally, the creature lowers back onto the ground, stretching out onto the cool marble with a rattling sigh. Its lumpish muscles writhe beneath dense fur and greyish flesh, shell clattering gently.

You still hate that sound, and, briefly, you wonder whether this is how all the women before you have felt. Whether they hated this sound, too. The sound and the scratching and the Lord Knave. That twisted, wrong thing.

What has it done to them? You wonder. The dozens of women that were meant to return after serving it for a year. What did it have them do?

What will it make you do?

Beside you, the Lord Knave has curled into a ball, hard shell turned to you. Its claws have made deep lacerations in the plating, and its skin twitches as though itching still.

"Scratch." It rasps out, voice low and as layered as it's always been.

Your hand wanders before your mind catches up. Coarse fur greets your fingertips, matted in spots and all too filthy. And yet, you don't draw back, keeping your hand settled below one hard plate, fingers scratching into the thick strands.

"You have some grey in your fur..." you murmur, a fire's warmth and strength beneath your palm.

The beast does not reply. Its pulse thunders like the wings of a hummingbird.

Days drag like this. Slow and lonely.

The beast spends the endless warmth of summer in shadows and slumber. When awake, it does not speak more than a few words at a time, as though the act itself requires effort, and you do not ask it to, finding its voice unpleasant.

(The hum that wraps around each syllable is low enough to skitter along your bones. And, sometimes, you think it cracking, almost feminine. You do not like the images your mind conjures up at the thought.)

Eventually, however, your boredom makes you restless.

So, during the day, you explore and clean the castle, finding fur and rags and dust. Broken furniture and bones—splintered and bent and far too small for whatever they'd been asked to hold. Finally, beneath a moth-eaten, yellowed cloth—a painting of the young lady of the castle.

You falter.

Almost two decades have passed since anyone's last seen her. Two decades since the strange, crooked creature has taken residence in the castle and started prowling the lands.

(Lord Knave, it told you all to call it, when the winter was harsh and the village could not bear to lose another soul. Seal unto this bond, it said. I will be merciful. How many have disappeared since then?)

You touch the dusty frame, the beast's beady eyes on you.

It's been following you around as of late, a looming shadow that swallows yours.

"Pretty?" It warbles.

"Very." You agree, raising a small rag to brush away the cobwebs and layers of dust. "Do you not think so?"

"I used to," it says. One by one, the small, strange eyes stop reflecting the painted image. "Those were her bones you burned last week."

This time, it is you who does not reply.

In autumn, you find that your attempts at cleanliness have been for naught. Tufts of dark fur line the halls at any given time, the furniture and all your clothes sporting stray hairs no matter how often you remove them.

"Is this..." you pause, pointing to a basket's worth of fur in the corner, "...normal?"

"It is autumn, is it not?" The creature asks, unblinking eyes drowsy from the hearth's heat.

"Yes." You agree. And tilting your head, "So...you shed every autumn?" Like a dog, you want to add but decide against it. The beast seems to understand you all the same, a low, displeased sound bubbling up in its throat.

"I do not enjoy pointless questions."

"...those words would hold weight if there was anything you did enjoy," you sigh, picking up the tufts to throw them into the fire. The hair sizzles away in a heartbeat.

It reeks horribly.

Another deep rumble escapes the creature, its shell clattering in irritation. "Foolish woman," it chides, burrowing its snout between its paws. "Foolish, foolish woman."

"Uncombed beast," you shoot back, scowling. Whether it's in anger or disgust, the creature cannot tell. "Uncombed, unbathed beast."

It springs to its full height at that, glowering and towering over your sitting form. The plates on its back make loud, horrid sounds, cracking and crunching against each other in the creature's agitation.

For a moment, you fear it might strike you. The thing must see it too, for the next moment it snarls and falls back onto its paws before lurching out of the great hall.

You blink at the empty space it left behind, pick up another tuft of hair from the floor, and—before you can do something foolish like throw it to the flames like you had done the others—watch the beast return on three of its four legs.

Cradled in the clawed paw of the fourth, you find a small, old comb, which the creature promptly throws at you.

You dodge the projectile, hissing. "Rude beast."

"Comb," it huffs, slumping near the couch.

You take the comb, momentarily consider poking one of its big, beady eyes with it out of protest, then stand. On your tippy-toes and none too gently, you comb the creature's fur, nose crinkling at the growing pile of it collecting on the floor.

All the while, the Lord Knave's sharp, searching gaze remains on your hands, as though patiently awaiting the moment you fashion the flimsy comb into a weapon to strike it down with.

No such attack comes, and the brutish thing stills on the floor. The peevish rattling of its shell quietens, replaced by the lazy thumping of its tail.

Soon, the curious creature—made docile by the gentle crackling of the hearth's fire at its back and the repetitive motions of the comb—succumbs to sleep.

Graves line the backyard of the castle. Rows upon rows of once great lords and ladies of the land.

You think they speak to you sometimes. Or one of them, at least. A woman's voice keeps you up at night. Hoarse. Wrecked. As though it screamed itself raw in its last moments on earth.

Girl, it calls to you.

Sweet girl, it beckons. Come. Why won't you come? Leave the monster. Leave the beast. Leave like the others have.

For a long while, you think you might be going insane.

The beast seems to notice your unease, for it starts prowling the graveyard at night.

When it finds what it is looking for, it tells you to lock the windows in your room up tight and close the curtains before you go to sleep.

You do.

The voice does not speak to you again.

Still, you cannot sleep.

(No window is thick enough to block out the noise of the creature's relentless digging and that horrible, horrible crunch of brick and bone between its teeth. The name Crucabena remains barely legible on the broken tombstone that it left behind. If you were to ask, the Lord Knave would tell you that the old witch tasted of the rot that took her heart and grave.)

(It will upset the creature's stomach, that ugly, cloying rot. You will be there to soothe its tremors and quiet its wretched wailing.)

It looks at you oddly sometimes, that bewildering thing.

Like last week, when you washed the vegetables for dinner while it sat with its head on the counter, the reflection of your hands in its eyes.

Like yesterday, too, when you stood soaking up the last rays of autumn's sunlight while it sat silently in the shade.

And just now, while you're dozing off to its familiar rattling and oozing warmth. It yawns and cranes its neck to face you, looking at you as it always does in the mornings; in the evenings; at night.

You think it yearns for something, that massive clump of heat. Your strange Lord Knave.

And, drowsy as you are, you think it most human just then.

But for now, you doze. And the beastly lord stays and clatters as it always had.

In winter, the beast loses its shell.

It started with a single, old plate.

The creature had joined you in the great hall late in the evening, sated and slow, presenting its hard carapace to you as it had done many times before. You barely looked up from the book you were reading, hand gliding beneath a segment to scratch into the ever-irritated skin.

"Read," the beast told you, languidly stretching out its paws. The rippled, grey matter of its body rolled beneath your fingers, strange muscles clumped together and terribly warm.

"Do you have no manners?"

"No."

"You are difficult."

"You make me so." The Lord Knave said. The heat of its flesh had metastasized to its vocal cords some time ago. Now, its words were warped with tenderness that rendered them barely loud enough to hear.

You never quite knew what to do with that. With that strange, warm sound. But you read, and your fingers continued rubbing below the hardened segment closest to you.

By the time you finished the chapter, the lord beast had all but curled into itself, ears lazily slanted towards the sound of your voice. It did not react when you moved to withdraw your hand, webbed eyes clouded with exhaustion and a mellow rumble sitting deep in the cavity of its chest.

You had focused on that odd sound, on the way you felt it in your bones much more than you heard it, so much so that you did not notice when your sleeve snagged on the rough plating of the creature's back. You tried to free the fabric gently at first, then tugged when it did not budge, until finally the Lord Knave noticed your struggle and swiped its tail against the point of connection.

The sleeve fell free. And with it, the entire plate. The large segment departed from the creature's flesh with a wet, fetid squelch, startling both it and you.

By the end of the week, the creature's back sported nothing but its fur.

The first snowfall takes its claws; the heavy winter storms, its eyes.

(You spent hours scrubbing the dark, sticky mess from the floor while the great beast blindly paced the halls, howling like some wounded animal and a woman all at once. Once it had exhausted its voice and the pain dragged its heavy body to the floor, you came over with a pitcher of water to find the eye-sockets empty.)

It is useless now, your poor Lord Knave.

Useless and blind and more demanding than ever.

Touch replaces its sight, its large paws clumsy as they glide across furniture, floors, and you.

It will find you by smell and sound, then trail a trembling joint across your arm as though to reassure itself of your presence before slinking off to some corner of the castle.

Always hunched.

Always awkward.

It does not know why you stay. Why you do not run like the others had. It would let you.

The old witch's rotten heart knows it would let you.

Is that why it's hurting so? Because the year is coming to an end and you're still here?

(Kind you. Patient you. Do you know you've become all that is dearest to the beast?)

In the evenings, when you come to join it for warmth and company, the beast will make space for you.

At night, your mind drifting and weary, it will tell you its name.

"Peruere," it says, heavy tail thumping against your leg.

"Peruere?"

"That is my name." The beast yawns. Does it know it's lost a row of teeth? "You may stop calling me Lord Knave now."

You hum. Peruere...

What a peculiar name. How stupidly lovely.

That winter, in the arms of Peruere's unseasonable, insistent heat, you wish for the year to never end.

(Beside you, ears slanted in the direction of your heart, the Lord Knave slumbers to a melody it finds more soothing than anything has ever been)

When the snow has thawed and the blind beast does not show up to greet you come evening, you begin to worry.

You search the halls, the cellars, and the balconies, before finding the creature—your useless, foolish Peruere—half-frozen in the garden.

It takes you a moment to recognize the lord. Its once massive body had shrunk and lost its fur, leaving a heaving, grey clump of torn tissue and a host-less structure of bones—far too large to uphold the small mess of a being within.

You drag the sickly, formless thing back inside and bundle it in furs by the hearth's fire.

And then, you wait.

Bones start crunching in the pile by morning, the clump slowly gaining shape.

By evening, the screaming starts. The once-beast hollers and writhes as its body finds its form, skin knitting over flesh and gaining colour.

Before the day is done, a woman lies in your lap, shivering from everything but the cold. For she is still warm. Still the Lord Knave in anything but appearance.

(You press a finger to her pulse. It beats like yours.)

Her eyes are last to form, appearing sometime at dawn. Their sudden weight forces the woman from her exhausted slumber, beauty meeting her when she opens her eyelids; then, the rising sun.

She raises a trembling hand, finds it hers again and kinder than it has been in decades, and places it onto your warm cheek, the softest thing she's ever been allowed to touch.

It is April again, and red crosses greet you when you wake, the lady of the castle staring at you from beneath expensive furs.

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darkchipmunk

1 month ago

by amefurin_

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darkchipmunk

2 months ago

In addition to the Stardew Valley AU

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darkchipmunk

3 months ago

im too obsessed,need more of rabbit!arle in rut. LIKE a full fanfic😇😇😇

rut with hare!arle + bunny!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, transfem!arle × fem!reader, hare!arle and bunny!reader, size kink, breeding kink, you call her peruere

i know the bunny fic won by like 3%, so i figured this was a good ask to put the fic on. here yall go, enjoy ♡ and thanks to bun for her input mwah

your wife was always so much larger than you. even when her ears were pressed flat, she still towered over you impossibly. it was rather arousing to you, a sweet little bunny, to have such an imposing wife to take care of you.

she did try her best to be gentle with you, admiring the soft twitching of your tail while she would grind into your g-spot from behind. she would never scratch or bite.

well, at least not until her rut.

it was at those times that she became insatiable. ravenous, even. she wanted you desperately, and, of course, she would have you every which way she wanted.

her ruts were difficult for her to deal with alone, given her human stamina and rabbit refractory periods. now that she had you, she was more than happy to drag you into her room, into the nest she's lovingly designed for you, to surround you with her scent to trigger your own heat.

and, so, that was how you ended up beneath her, your back arched perfectly, her cock fucking so deep inside of you. her nails pressed into your hips, sure to leave marks and bruises as she slammed her hips against yours.

and, archons, that damn creamy ring you'd form around her base made her head tip back as she shoved herself as deep as she could possibly go inside of you.

"bunny-" she grunted, leaning down, her plush chest pressing into your back as your fluffy tail tickled her abdomen. "how are you feeling?" it was almost sadistic, knowing damn well how you were doing.

you feebly clawed at the bedsheets, drooling and crying over her cock. unfortunately for you, it was the opposite of genetic inheritance, gaining the ability to cum rather quickly. and, so naturally, you had spilled your slick over her multiple times over thus far.

"per-uere-! more-" you cry for her, grinding your hips back against her.

she grabs the fat of your ass, leaving a sharp smack before grabbing your fluffy ears, tugging them up just enough to lift your head. she presses a gentle kiss to your cheek before shoving your head back into the blankets.

"mine. my good girl..." she mumbles to herself, words of possession over you as she ruts herself into you.

she lifts your hips up, nearly using you as a fleshlight to chase her own pleasure, hips slamming noisily into yours.

from this angle, she can see the bulge she leaves in your tummy, her hand pressing over it as she feels you squeeze around her. "fuck-" she grunts, her head tipping back as she hears you mewl for her.

"pe- peruere i-" she shushes you, leaning down to gently lick your ears flat, a sign of her own submission to you despite your current position.

"go on." she urges, feeling your release coat your thighs and her stomach, making her desperately buck into you over and over, determined to fill you with her kits.

her curses and praises fill your ears, and you incessantly cry and whine for her. she lifts your hips higher, putting you into such a perfect arch, shoving herself as deep as she could reach as she fills you up entirely.

you both groan, your body falling limp beneath her as she admires the bulge her cum leaves in your tummy. her hand presses on it, ignoring your whines as she sees the mixture of slick spilling out of your hole around her cock.

fuck, she can't wait to do this over and over again. she can't wait to make you a mother and see you round like this with her kits ♡

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darkchipmunk

8 months ago

Only that maiden's clear voice, Could cause the guardian's brow to come unbound.

Their time together was short. At last, the knight's blood would run dry, As would her tears and her songs.

The actual size of artwork is a bit bigger, but it doesn't fit tumblr lol I put so much effort into it, so I humbly ask for comments and reblogs if you like this stuff, thank you very much <3

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darkchipmunk

11 months ago

THE DRAGON'S BRIDE

synopsis: (dragon! AU) you were sacrificed to become the dragon's bride.

featuring: ningguang, yanfei, ganyu, xianyun, kokomi, ei

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, transfem characters (all of them), arranged marriage, hemipenes (double c.o.cks), double pene.tration, an.al, monsterfu.cking, size difference, size k.ink, mating cycles, ruts, marking, hum.ping, hand jo.bs, mat.ing press, rough s.ex, breeding, unprotected s.ex, creampies, womb tattoos, fu.cking in middair, not proofread.

art credits: the ancient magus bride

Every twelve years on the year of the dragon, the people of Teyvat offer sacrifices to Celestia’s most powerful beings; the heavenly dragons. Born with the power to bestow good fortune or destruction, the people of Teyvat have started a twelve year tradition, where they must sacrifice the best riches, treasures, food and gold they can, to honor these ancient beings, in exchange for another twelve years of success.

However, on this particular year of the dragon, all the dragons residing in Teyvat have strangely rejected the people’s treasures. Worried that they might be facing a twelve years worth of bad fortune if they failed to please their dragons, the people of Teyvat asked the dragons, "Why did they reject such plentiful treasures?”

The answers that were given were simple, yet heartbreaking.

“I wish for a bride. The most beautiful maiden in your region. I want her to be mine.”

Never had the people of Teyvat sacrificed a person before to the heavenly dragons. It terrified them beyond belief to wonder what would happen to the poor maiden who was chosen to become the dragon’s bride. But, in order to ensure another twelve years of plentiful success, the villages all across Teyvat began picking out the most beautiful woman they could find in their region, and that beautiful woman just so happened to be you.

Dressed lavishly in bright red silks, gold-clad jewelry, and chains binding your wrists together, you were left at the entrance of the dragon’s lair. The veil of your bright red wedding gown had covered most of your face, but underneath the fabric, a solemn expression of defeat wore down your face, tears running down your cheeks as you never expected that your wedding day would end up being sacrificed to a dragon.

A gush of hot air emitted from the entrance, and heavy footsteps began approaching you while you stood there and sobbed. The red veil of your wedding dress obscures your vision, as you see the silhouette of a big, monstrous, hefty dragon begin moving towards you from within the lair…

Too terrified to keep your eyes open, you welded them shut, wishing for your death to be a quick and painless one. However, the moment you felt your veil be lifted up by gentle hands, your eyes flitted open and widened at the sight you saw:

A beautiful, tall, draconian-looking woman, smiling softly at you before wiping away your tears.

NINGGUANG

The moment you two had met, Ningguang had transformed into her human form in order to make you feel more comfortable. Yet despite looking more human-like, she kept traits of her true self, such as her elegant horns, a golden, shimmering tail that protruded from her tailbone, and patches of gold scales that littered her skin in some areas. The human side of Ningguang was a good two feet taller than you as well, with sharp, red eyes that bore deep into your own, yet held a sort of softness with the way she gazed longingly at you.

On the night of your wedding day Ningguang’s eyes were angered at the sight of your wrists bound in shackles underneath the sleeves of your dress. Convinced that you were probably beaten at some point and treated like a prisoner before being wed to her, Ningguang tore those chains off in a fury, kneeling down in front of you and holding your small hands within her claws… You didn’t expect such tenderness from the tall, draconian-looking woman, yet your wife had taken the liberty of looking up at you, showing the respect she had for you as she kissed your bruised wrists with her lips.

“I will not let them hurt you anymore.” She whispered under her breath, and from that day on, you lived with Ningguang as her prized bride, realizing just how much she cared for you in comparison to the people of your hometown. Accepting her warm embrace, you spent your days as her wife being spoiled beyond belief by Ningguang and all her riches. The dragon woman loved to adorn you in the softest silks imaginable, have her jewelry draped across your beautiful body as she kept you curled up against her in her nest. It was clear that Ningguang truly loved you with all her heart, and she was intent on keeping you “marked” with her, till the very end of her immortal life.

Several months had passed of this pure, domestic bliss, until one day, Ningguang began showing signs of entering a rut; a mating period for dragons that gave them the urge to mate. Having sensed when your body had become the most fertile, Ningguang gently nudged your face one night with her nose, humming for her beautiful wife to wake up as she needed to tell you her needs. You were aware that her mating period would be nearing the days of your marriage, however you didn’t expect it to occur in the middle of the night when the both of you were sleeping!

Nevertheless, not wanting Ningguang to spend the rest of the night pent up until you could please her in the morning, you managed to stir yourself awake and sleepily drag your hand down the robe on your dragon wife’s body. Seeing that she was already quite aroused judging by the sight of the two tents stirring underneath her thin clothes, you dipped your hands down to give them a stroke, gently massaging her two cocks while you looked up at her for her expressions.

Breathing heavily, Ningguang stared down at you with those sharp, yet comforting red eyes of hers. “Undress me properly, dear.” She spoke in an authoritative tone, a smirk pulling at her teeth before she flips over to tower over you with her body. Because she was so much taller than a regular human, she loomed over you like a dark shadow, eyes glowing a fiery red, as she helped you slip off her robe and reveal her slim, yet well toned body.

Agile that she was, your wife quickly made work of pulling your nightgown off, kissing your neck and letting her two cocks drip their precum down to lubricate your thighs. Just like her body, lithe and slim, her cocks were just the same; on the slimmer side, yet still quite long with the way they hit against your cunt during your intense make out session with your lover.

Using her long fingers to massage your folds and get you wet enough to take both her lengths, Ningguang leaned down to whisper into your ear, unable to contain herself as she practically purred. “Such a good wife…so wet and warm for me…” She chuckled darkly at the way you got even wetter at her praise, your wife deciding that you were ready and pulling your legs closer to her so that they could wrap around her hips. In one swift move, Ningguang pushed the first tip in, spearing open your folds as her second cock rested just above your pelvis, still dripping precum onto your skin while she got you to adjust to her first penetration.

It’s no secret that dragons were big, strong creatures, yet when it came to their dick size, they surely put humans to shame. At the feeling of being stuffed full by just one of Ningguang’s cocks, you felt as if you were being engulfed by her entire body, your wife grunting and biting your neck as she slowly thrusted her hips into you at a slower pace. Each drag of her hips left the ribbed texture of her shaft rubbing wonderfully against your walls, making you whimper softly into your wife’s ear as she eases her way deeper into you, forming a small but noticeable bulge in your stomach.

Hours would go by of Ningguang just folding you in half. Breeding you, fucking you, just claiming you as hers over and over again as she filled your womb with her seed. It seemed that your wife could go on for even days, but at one particular orgasm, something felt different. As she shot yet another hot load through your womb, you felt a sudden burning sensation on the skin above where your womb would be. At your surprised yelp for help, Ningguang stopped her movements and immediately opened her eyes, staring down at you before gasping at the mark that had appeared on your skin.

A womb tattoo had appeared, an emblem unique to Ningguang’s status as a dragon, as it showed that the rut had successfully claimed you as Ningguang’s mate. Too happy to even care about the sex at the moment, your dragon wife immediately peppered your face in kisses and wrapped her long tail around your body, still sheathed inside you whilst she trailed the mark with her fingers.

“Bounded forever by this mark, I promise you will be spoiled beyond recognition, my love.” She whispered, wanting to be as close to you as possible, as your body had long accepted being the dragon’s mate a long time ago. The matter of her sex drive was no longer on the mind of the insatiable dragon, but the thoughts of actually having a future with you, was all that Ningguang needed to think about to satisfy her needs.

YANFEI

A dragon of morals and righteous principles, Yanfei was a dragon that intimidated you with how upright and intelligent she was the first time you met her. Upon first meetings, Yanfei had chosen her human form to greet you at the front entrance of her lair, her stature standing about just one foot taller than you, and having patches of green scales that littered her smooth skin.

The moment Yanfei laid eyes on you, the dragon woman immediately tensed up when she lifted up your veil, breath caught in the fiery dragon’s throat, as she never expected her human bride to be this beautiful. Her expression was quite adorable to say the least, a blush adorning the dragon woman’s features as she wiped away your tears that were streaming down your face. “Please don’t cry, my bride. Let me get those shackles off of you. You’re my wife, not my prisoner, I can’t believe they’d hurt such a beautiful thing…”

Though Yanfei was a dragon of morals and the law, it was evident that despite the calm exterior of her expressions, Yanfei was practically bubbling with anger. If she could, she would head down to your village to burn everything to a crisp for treating you so horribly, but because that was considered “unlawful” in her eyes, she settled for just having your abusers scorched to a cinder, while you were kept protected in her lair.

Of course, she’d never tell you she’d do that outright. Instead, Yanfei just keeps you in the safety of her den, surrounded by a library of law books from every time period and region of the world. When you showed even the slightest interest in reading one of the books from her massive collection, your dragon wife’s tail began wagging with how excited she was to show you and teach you the ways of the law. Whether or not you were genuinely interested in learning about the law is up to you, but it was worth it to see such a high and mighty dragon get so giddy and seat you in her lap, reading to you all the different laws she could find while stroking your stomach affectionately.

Domestic life with your dragon wife is quite the pleasure if I do say so myself. Yanfei often spent her time with you curled up in her nest, one hand on your stomach while she spooned you from behind with her long tail wrapped around your thighs. Sometimes the two of you would get frisky with each other as Yanfei had a surprisingly high libido, but it usually only ended up with Yanfei fingering you from behind, or you giving her a small handjob while you read law books together in the safety of her nest. It never usually escalated from that, however things started changing around the springtime of your marriage…

This time, what usually was your “cuddling time” had turned into more of a “humping time” as Yanfei started to get more turned on when the seasons changed. Sensing that a rut was on the horizon, Yanfei whispered into your ear that it was time to claim you as hers once and for all, grinding her erections against your rear while breathless whimpers left her lips.

Eager to please your horny dragon wife, you turned around in her grasp and palmed her stiffie through the thin fabric of her clothes, adoring the way she growled with pleasure under her breath, suddenly pinning you down due to the draconian instinct of wanting to breed you right away. When you let out a surprised noise at her sudden string of dominance, Yanfei’s bright green eyes flickered with desire, steam leaking past her teeth with how hot her breath was, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t the least bit turned on at how hot this all was…

Fangs protruding from her teeth, Yanfei marked your body from your neck, all the way down to your tummy. With your clothes now strewn off, you got to see the mouthwatering sight of Yanfei’s two cocks just dripping with need, eager to slot themselves inside you and breed their wife silly with their warm, hot, seed. After a bit of prep, your dragon wife slowly slid herself in, her cocks a bit smaller, but on the girthier side when it came to actually fitting herself in.

With each thrust, Yanfei grunted and practically lifted your hips off the bed to fuck deeper into your cunt, serpentine tongue lolling out of her lips, as she couldn’t help but groan at the feeling of a tight, human pussy clenching so desperately around her. She wasn’t used to this, but hell did it feel so good. Pounding her hips into your thighs and purring at the way her cocks made a bulge in your stomach from how deep she was going inside of you.

It wasn’t long before your dragon wife finally reached her high, shooting her hot, thick load into you and successfully breeding you for the very first time. You felt the burn of a womb tattoo successfully mark itself on the stomach of your body, and at the blissful sigh of pleasure, Yanfei cooed before kissing the mark with her lips and carefully nibbling on it to show her love. A lovestruck expression on the young dragon’s face, as she was extremely pleased to have her bride finally marked down for herself.

GANYU

One of the friendliest dragons that resided in Teyvat, rarely anyone is afraid of the dragon named “Ganyu.” The first time you met, Ganyu took on a very gentle and mature form that gave her the appearance of a beautiful, petite, woman. In fact, everything about her was beautiful. From her form, to her lair, to her whole personality as well. Never in your life had you encountered such a caring and gentle “beast,” as Ganyu made sure that you were very comfortable on the first night of your wedding day.

When you first entered her lair, you were astonished to see just how homely it was. Ganyu had taken up the precaution of setting up human-like furniture for you. There was a lavish bed instead of a nest, paintings that adorned the walls instead of crystals, and even a nice, luxurious bath in contrast to a dragon’s usual hot spring. It seems that your new wife was very well prepared in ensuring your utmost comfort, and just seeing how she fidgeted nervously, hoping for your approval, was enough to have your heart beating at how romantic this dragon could be.

Even Ganyu’s dragon form wasn’t terrifying to say the least. While you’ve heard of dragons who were as big as islands, capable of obliterating villages in one, foul breath, Ganyu was quite the fluffy little dragon. She took on the form of a very soft and cuddly creature, just a giant ball of fluff that oozed such warm temperatures. As her wife, you had the luxury of curling up next to her dragon form every night to sleep with, and your dragon wife made quite the wonderful pillow if you did say so yourself.

All in all, living with your dragon wife was a surprising dream come true. She was gentle, protective, soft and sweet with the way she cared for you during your marriage. Domestic life with her was like living on cloud nine itself, but things started to change when springtime rolled around, as you found your wife starting to act more…distant for some reason.

Several times throughout the night, Ganyu would get up from her slumber to go somewhere in the woods and then come back. When you finally confronted her about this, she blushed and nervously admitted that the reason she kept leaving so often in the night was to “relieve” herself of her sexual frustrations. It had struck you then and there that it was Ganyu’s mating season now, and the poor woman had been spending her ruts alone as she didn’t want to freak you out or make you feel uncomfortable!

Ohhhhh poor Ganyu. Even as you were talking, there was a small tent beneath her clothes. She was just so aroused and pent up, but even then she thought about your comforts rather than her own instincts and lust. When you told her how you would be more than willing to help her out, that was all Ganyu needed to hear before excitedly pouncing on you and pinning you down on the bed. Too excited to control her own strength.

Admittedly, Ganyu didn’t seem like the type of woman with a big size. You were wrong. The moment those robes came off, you were met with the sight of two, girthy, hemipenes. Not long at all, but very thick in circumference. You could barely wrap your fingers around them when you tried to give her a hand job, and poor Ganyu was in awe at how small human hands could be in comparison to a dragon’s size. She was terribly worried for your pussy when she realized just how small you were, but the huge difference in your size was one of the biggest factors in turning her on in the first place.

Oh, Ganyu was big. It took almost a half hour of prep but somehow she managed to squeeze both her cocks inside of you. One in your pussy and one up your ass. It was extremely uncomfortable at first, but Ganyu was (as always) super patient and understanding, almost immediately wanting to pull out the moment you showed signs of discomfort. When you wanted to carry on however, oh; she was so smitten. To see her human wife being so determined to take her two draconian cocks, wanting to make dear Ganyu feel the relief she’s been waiting for, oh it made her feel over the moon with how much she loved you…

After a few more minutes of praise and sweet kisses, Ganyu would start to move. She was so startled at how tight a human could be during the mating process, yet she wouldn’t lie and say she wasn’t the least bit turned on. In fact, as she slowly began to move, your tight holes squeezing her so blissfully, Ganyu began letting out breathless moans before thrusting a bit faster into your body. Each push of her hips felt like heaven to you the more you got used to it, and soon you found yourself cumming over her cocks several times throughout the mating process.

When Ganyu finally reached her first climax, cum gushing through your womb, the seal of your mating ritual had finally appeared on your tummy. A sign that Ganyu was your forever mate, bound by your love, and the moment Ganyu saw that you had been claimed, she practically cried tears of joy. “You’re mine…you’re actually mine…!” She couldn’t help but laugh, leaning down to kiss your new womb tattoo. “Thank you for allowing me to be your wife, my human bride…”

XIANYUN

A dragon of the sky, who lived high up in the mountains where no man lived, was a dragon that very few people have ever seen with their own two eyes. A mysterious yet elder dragon of the heavenly dragons, Xianyun was the one you were chosen to be a bride for, and waiting so high up the mountains for her arrival almost made you lightheaded with how little oxygen there was in the first place. Already stress-ridden with the thought of being a dragon’s bride on top of such low oxygen levels, you were on the verge of passing out while waiting for your wife, nearly toppling over if not for the gentle hands that cupped your face.

Upon feeling someone lift up your veil and caress your cheeks, you remember looking up and seeing a mature looking woman with piercing blue eyes. You were too weak to do anything, say anything even, but the moment you locked eyes on your dragon wife, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips, breathing out a cold, whispery breath that brought air to your lungs. Now filled with the oxygen you needed, your wife wiped the tears from your face and let you rest against her, muttering under her breath. “Human mortals are such delicate creatures. Can’t even breathe properly when the altitude is high…”

Though it sounded condescending, Xianyun placed a kiss on your forehead and brought you into her domain. It was clear that despite her disdain for the humans of this mortal realm, she had a soft spot for the delicate beauty that was you. Her bride to be as she wanted to make sure that you were comfortable in her homeland above the mountains. She cared about you so much in fact, that even after kissing you to give you a spell that’ll allow you to breathe at high altitudes, Xianyun summoned an eternal wind current to regulate the oxygen levels of the mountain. All for you, and only you.

Your dragon wife was a cold one. She gave off a blunt, almost bitter vibe that elderly women seemed to give off. Yet you knew she loved you underneath all that cold exterior, curling up around you with her long, lithe dragon body in bed, feeding you medicinal herbs whenever you got sick, and even bringing you with her on her travels by allowing you to ride her back as she flies. Although she didn’t show it much, you were her most precious lover, and throughout her immortal life, she has never been so infatuated with a human woman like you before…

It wasn’t long before the seasons changed, and your bond with Xianyun grew deeper. Though still somewhat cold and blunt, you saw her begin expressing more shows of affection. Wrapping her arms around you and stroking your thighs with her clawed fingers, you realized that Xianyun began getting more friskier than normal, something hard and firm pressing up against your rear whenever she hugged you from behind. She was not ashamed at the slightest, whispering under her breath into your ear, “My wife, I wish for a family of our own. As I am entering the mating season of this year, please give me the honor of breeding you with my kin.”

Ah, Xianyun. Only she can make something like asking for sex, very romantic yet awkward at the same time. Though you laughed at how she phrased her request at first, you gladly obliged and let the dragon woman take you to bed, letting her maturity and experience guide you for the mating process. Xianyun was no virgin, after all she was an immortal, however; she found your inexperience absolutely adorable, as she slowly stripped off all your clothes and took in the breathtaking sight of her human wife before her.

She never found humans to be that pretty, but the sight of you was just too gorgeous to take in. Immediately once your clothes were off, Xianyun’s two lengths began to rise with need, erect and aroused with how vulnerable you looked under her gaze. You were just so…small. So small and cute under the shadow of her body, and Xianyun was eager to dig in. Breath hitching when she moved herself forward, sliding her cocks into you while groaning with pleasure.

Like her daughters, Xianyun was on the bigger side, but that didn’t stop her from wanting to take you all the way to the edge, gently massaging your hips as she slowly thrusted forward. She grumbled deeply about something like how she wanted you to bear her children, wanted to see your belly all pregnant with her hatchlings, it was just too much for you to bear and you found yourself gripping the older woman with need.

Upon feeling your hands holding onto her so desperately, it was like a switch had been flipped in your wife. She immediately pushed you down into a mating press and began thrusting at an even faster pace, dragging the rigid veins of her cocks in and out of your hole(s), and making you melt in her arms from the overwhelming bliss.

With one last growl, Xianyun slammed her hips further into you and pushed your knees up to meet with your stomach, filling your cunt with hot loads of her cum and making you bear the mark of Xianyun’s sigil. It burned in a way that felt pleasurable at your climax and the moment Xianyun spotted it, a smug smirk appeared on her face before stroking the lines of the mark with her claws. “Looks like this mortal body has accepted me as a suitable mate. I hope I have met your standards, my wife…”

KOKOMI

Chained to a rock near the beach of the seas, you were left to be the bride of the divine sea serpent; Kokomi. Though she was a very gentle and understanding dragon to the people of Watatsumi Island, she was capable of forging wars with other dragons from different regions, making the oceans shake from how brutal her battles were. You were very much scared for your life to even meet such a strong beast, and as you were left chained to the rock, waiting for your future wife, you felt your heart rate spike when you saw the waves part ways for the legendary sea serpent to take what was hers.

Shimmering pearlescent scales with fins that waded through the water, Kokomi emerged in her sea serpent form at first, coursing to a stop when the water grew too shallow. She transformed into her human form to walk the rest of the way, her clothes nearly translucent, glittering under the sun’s rays as she slowly waded towards you with a gentle look in her eyes. “Oh, you must be my bride,” she whispers softly, a curious yet amused tone taking on her voice. “What a very cute human…you’re even smaller than I imagined.”

Even when she was a dragon, her voice was soft and gentle. She patted your head gently before tilting your head up to meet her gaze, dragons were always bigger than humans after all, even in their human forms. “No need to be so scared, it’s time to go home, my bride. I hope you have a strong grip.” She quickly slashes the shackles off of you and eases you onto her back, beginning to waft back out to the waves and transform into her sea serpent form while you clung to her neck for dear life. Kokomi was a very fast swimmer after all.

After the quick introduction to your future dragon wife, you found yourself living amongst Kokomi within a huge, hidden grotto that resided behind a waterfall. Life with Kokomi was…quite intriguing to say the least. Due to being a sea serpent and living near the water, it took some time for you to adjust from living on land, to living somewhere that was almost fully surrounded with water! Your diet mostly consisted of fish and other various seafoods that Kokomi managed to hunt, though if you were unable to eat any of them, it surprised you to say the least to see that Kokomi would go out of her way to buy human foods from a nearby market, in order to satisfy your needs. If you needed anything, literally anything at all, you didn’t even need to leave the safety of her lair, as Kokomi would do it for you. Even though she was considered a “higher deity” in Teyvat.

Life was peaceful with Kokomi as your wife. She made sure to spoil you with everything you could ever ask for, and soon you found yourself falling in love with the gentle sea serpent. As the months slowly passed by and your love only blossomed even further, you began to notice signs of Kokomi getting more antsy as the seasons changed. She’s told you about this before, about how dragons (specially sea serpents) enter a rut-like process once every few months, but you didn’t expect it so soon. Nevertheless, you were fully prepared to help your wife ease up all tensions and stress, and the two of you set out to prepare for your “love making” in a special place…

Clothes stripped off before you could reach the sacred grounds, Kokomi took you to a hidden lagoon where sea serpents often took their mates to claim them for the first time. Seeing that it was not occupied at the moment, Kokomi helped ease you into the warm waters of the lagoon, guiding you to the middle before pressing her agile, lithe body against yours, causing her two cocks to rub up against your thighs.

She cooed softly at you before planting kisses along your neck, admiring the way your soft, human skin felt underneath her own. Kokomi was entranced, massaging your thighs to get them to open up, before whispering in a hushed tone into your ear. “This might hurt, but I promise I’ll go slow…” giving you one last kiss before sliding herself inside of you…

By no means was Kokomi huge, but two cocks was two cocks and you felt yourself being stuffed to the brim. As she slowly sheathed herself inside of you all the way down to her base, Kokomi let out an exasperated gasp before gripping your hips tighter from behind. She was blushing madly from how good you felt, all tight and warm wrapped around her, and she was beginning to get delirious from just how good your holes were, gripping her so needily.

Her thrusts were shallow, yet addictive. Pounding into you quietly as the water sloshed around you with her soft movements. This “dangerous” sea serpent that people had told you stories about was currently whimpering into your ears out of pure ecstasy. Trembling while she fucked you from behind, as trails of precum leaked from both her cockheads to further stimulate your senses. Thanks to being a sea serpent, her body was naturally very slippery and wet, so fucking you deeper and faster was no hard order for Kokomi to do.

So many dirty, wet squelches filled the air alongside your moans of blissful pleasure. Kokomi was getting close, whining behind you before finally ejaculating her seed into your womb. At the sudden sensation of the sea serpent’s cum filling your crevices, the mark of Kokomi bore itself onto your stomach, causing your wife to smile with pride at how you easily accepted her as her “mate.” “Well would you look at that, it seems like it only took the first try for your body to recognize me as a suitable companion,” Kokomi chuckled. “Well, who says we should just stop here, my love? Raise your legs a bit higher, I want to breed you some more…”

EI

Unlike the other dragons, Ei was a dragon that was given sacrifices every twelve years, not in exchange for good fortune or success, but so that she wouldn’t get angry and destroy the villages with her rage. The people in your region were deathly afraid of Ei for the sole reason that she could wipe out their entire population, so when she asked for a bride this year instead of the usual treasures they offered her, they basically sent you on a deathbed to meet your inevitable fate.

Knowing that you were sent to a brutal tyrant of a dragon to be her “bride,” you had accepted your death a long time ago. Waiting idly in front of the dragon’s lair, you braced yourself for a whole world of pain when you saw your “wife” begin to approach you. With tears streaming down your face from how terrified you were of dying, you nearly screamed when Ei suddenly lifted up your veil, eyes paralyzed with fear as you met the cold, dark eyes of your wife. When she raised her hand to get closer to your face, you expected a hard slap. However, what came in contact with your cheek was a soft, gentle touch that felt juxtaposing to how large and battle-stricken her hands were.

Rough calluses was the first thing you felt against your cheek, and then the feeling of Ei’s large fingers wiping away your tear-ridden face. It was the complete opposite of what you had expected the dragon woman to do to you, but you were too afraid to comment on anything when she took you inside her lair to get you away from the cold.

Life with a tyrannical dragon wife was very…unique, to say the least. She was not as sweet, or gentle as any of the other dragon women, but she showed how much she cared for you with acts of service rather than physical affection. Though quiet when expressing her love for you, Ei would always feed you the best and biggest portions of her hunt whenever you two sat down and ate together. Ei would make the thunderstorms quiet down when she saw that they were bothering you in your sleep, and she would even cease the storms entirely if that was what you wished.

Not only that, but your dragon wife was fiercely protective over you. The other dragon women would be territorial, sure. But Ei was on a whole different level. Anything that threatened you, her bride, would be faced with the full wrath of one angry, tyrannical dragon wife, and the thing (or person) that threatened you in the first place, would be blasted to smithereens by her thunderous breath alone. Though she was very violent and quite scary at times whenever you witnessed her destruction, you knew she cared deeply about you and that’s really all that mattered.

Alas, as the seasons changed, not even the stoic and tyrannical dragon was immune to the mating cycle that all dragons went through in a year. She tried to keep it to herself so you didn’t have to find out, but it was near impossible as Ei would constantly have a massive boner under her clothes, every time she woke up with you right next to her. Unable to take it anymore, she quietly requested for you to “mate” with her, in order to satisfy her instincts, and you being the sweet little wife that you were, agreed since you didn't want her to suffer on her own through such an intensive rut.

Ei was big. Like, very big when she first disrobed herself in front of you. Her tall stature was very lean, athletic, strong, and that corresponded with her dick size as well. Lean, tall, and strong. You found yourself salivating a bit when you saw just the sheer size of her, a bit intimidated, but very turned on to have her all to yourself.

Your wife wanted to be gentle. She saw humans as the most fragile thing in the world, so when she lifted you up into her arms, your naked body pressing against hers, she blushed for the very first time, realizing just how big she was in comparison to you. At the recognized size difference, her two hemipenes twitched to life, erect and swollen to stuff themselves in your cunt, while poor Ei was left gaping at how turned on she was. With her strength alone, she slowly slid you down to fuck you in middair. Your legs dangled helplessly over her thighs as you whined from the burning stretch, a small bulge forming under the skin of your tummy from how engorged Ei was when fucking inside of you.

Eyes landing on the small belly bulge, you felt Ei growl with predatory instinct, keeping you held tightly against her while she pounded into your holes. Each thrust left you bouncing helplessly in the air, clinging to Ei’s broad shoulders while her cocks dragged their ribbed lengths in and out of you like a toy. The feeling of it was just too much, leading you to orgasm multiple times in just under an hour, and the wetter you got, the easier it was for Ei to go faster, harder, deeper. It was all too much for your small human cunt to handle, and the deeper she went, the more you clenched down.

It took a while, but when Ei finally reached her first climax, boy was it a big one. Your entire lower body shivered as she spurted ropes of hot cum deep into your womb, your legs trembling as she burned her way into your body with her seed, and making a large womb tattoo engrave itself on your skin. As the mark appeared, Ei showed signs of pride and ownership, growling under her breath before biting your neck lovingly to seal the deal. “Mine…” was all she said in that dark, husky tone of hers, as she continued to pound her way into you for another round of mating.

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