12 Days of Voracious: Star Spawn

I waited in the dark, listening to the water dripping from the stalactites above. The cave was void of light, igniting my senses into life, searching the darkness for a presence I knew was there. “I’m looking for you,” I whispered to the dark. “I want to know you. Feel you. I’m not afraid.”

No sound greeted me in return. Instead, a slime coated skin touched mine, slithering over my shoulder as a snake and wrapping around the curve of my jaw. Its tip tickled my lip as others as it swarmed over my shoulders, caressing hair,  ears, and face in its consumption. Great hands closed on my shoulders, holding me still. “I’m not going to fight you,” I whispered in my mind.

It paused, tentacles stilling as their thoughts filled my mind, strange whispers in an ancient language I couldn’t understand. I moved my hand to theirs, picking it up and gently leading it to my breast. Curiosity and confusion touched my mind before a strange understanding passed from the creature to myself and the tentacles sprung to life, pushing its mind into mine as one slithered into my mouth, leaving a trail of sticky clear fluid in its wake.

In our mind I swallowed them, inviting them inside of me willingly. I moaned, raising a hand to stroke them, encouraging them deeper. My body leaned into their tentacled arms, welcoming them into the mind meld they sought. Every vision they shared I enacted, mimicking their fantasies. As I envisioned them deep within me, their body shifted, thrusting something thick and writhing between us that wiggled its way inside of me, pulsing and expanding.

No sounds escaped us but our minds cried in desperate need and pleasure, filling each other’s thoughts with passion. The tentacle in my mouth went deeper, thrusting downwards, venturing within me where they desired to go. As their slimy appendages filled my body, their mind filled mine, nestling within me to feast on thoughts and visions as my voiceless cries crescendoed.

Playing with the Star Spawn

Silent, haunting, and psychic, Star Spawn skin is notably slimy, like a slug or snail. Creating a clear lube to rub over any tentacles, hands, faces, skins, or other appendages will help give the feel of a rubbery otherworldly creature. Wearing gloves or latex will help recreating that sensation as well. 

They live in caves and in pure darkness, especially as elder things that hate sunshine. Blindfold the human lover to simulate darkness and keep the lights very low. Just enough so the Star Spawn can see what they’re doing. Caves are cold. Keep the room chilly. It’ll emphasize the slime on the Star Spawn.

Earplugs should be put in the human lover. Make it hard for them to hear. Agree with them ahead of time that they’ll say aloud any desires they’re having. Have them whisper it so they won’t hear themselves when they speak. The Star Spawn should listen to these wants and meet them, as though they’re reading their lover’s mind.

Then play with their body. If you know them well, do their favorite things in escalation. If you don’t, ask them what drives them wild beforehand and do those things.

For Illithid-y toys, try some tentacles of varying sizes. There are finger ones for teasing, bigger ones for fucking, glass ones for intense cold sensation, and wild shaped ones for all sorts of play. The key is tentacles. Tentacles around throats, in mouths, in pussies, in asses. TENTACLES.

They invade and feed. So escalate the teasing and fucking slowly, imagine you’re feeding off that energy. Savoring each bite. Use some unique shaped dildos or vibes, because supposed Star Spawn evolve and change to blend in more with the current world. 

Deposit a mystery egg or two, as though you’ve implanted a larva into your host mate. Let them imagine that it’s infecting them if that turns them on.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

 

Cernunnos

The woods were quiet. The kind of perfect stillness that promises everything has seen you and is watching, waiting to see what you do in their home. I looked around the clearing, bathed in sunlight and protected by ancient oaks that swayed in the warm breeze, an ideal summer day with the promise of fall on the horizon. Yet nothing stirred. 

Rumors of his presence were rooted here, a place of growth. A place where wolves stopped hounding the hart and rabbits resisted with the lynx. Bees swayed on flowering poppies, buzzing drunkenly in the air. Ladybugs climbed on wild carrots and grasshoppers lept from plant to plant. A praying mantis turned her head slowly to watch the lazy world.

I smiled at the small life that suddenly was obvious around me. In the middle of the clearing was a large, flat rock, heated and inviting in the sun. I sat on the edge, the heat seeping into my naked skin. My hand slid over the rock until I leaned back, letting myself lie on the old rock, fingers tracing ancient carvings.

Time slowed as I closed my eyes, lulled to sleep by the warmth of the sun caressing my skin. The wind whispered through the clearing, rustling leaves and gently blowing the bees as they moved through the flowers, bringing a sweet fragrance with it. 

A soft sensation touched my body, the wind tickling my bare skin and playing with the strands of my hair. My eyes slid open as I felt tiny legs crawling over my body as dozens of the bugs and beetles of the clearing settled on top of me. My skin vibrated from the sensation of the creatures’ exploration. 

My lips released a small gasp as the insects climbed the peak of my breasts, sending the softest teasing sensations through me. A rough tongue licked my leg, moving upwards. I lifted my head to look down at the lynx, tufted ears peaking above the rock before they lept up beside me. Their head bent, sniffing my body before their tongue lapped at my thigh.

A rabbit nuzzled into my side, scaring beetles away. Its soft fur brought gooseflesh to my skin, sending a shiver through me. My hand caressed it before I cried out when the lynx bent their head to lap at the sensitive skin between my thighs. Fingers ran through their rough fur, avoiding the impulse to pull them into me.

I turned my head to look around the clearing, suddenly alive with the animals of the wood. A wolf padded towards me, haunting eyes focused. He jumped up without hesitating, snout touching my face as he inhaled my scent. 

“Well, hello,” I managed to murmur between moans. His wet, smooth tongue teased my nipple, then the other before he bit down lightly and playfully. A cry escaped my lips, and the lynx sped up, somehow lapping faster. The rough surface of her tongue hurt and felt incredible at the same time. 

The lynx shifted, her tongue moving up my body as the wolf switched with her, licking my body everywhere they could. “Please,” I whispered to them. Pressure built inside of me, each lick and touch driving a wild need into my body. The wolf’s tongue pressed deep, invading my opening with renewed eagerness. 

I whimpered as the wolf lifted his head, glancing to the treeline. The lynx jumped down, disappearing into the weeds and grass. From the shadows of the woods, he arrived, great antlers arching from his cervine face. 

The animals in the clearing stilled, bowing to him as he moved through, giant and timeless. Stag antlers rose above him, leading to a deer’s face with haunting human eyes. In his hand, he carried a torque while a snake wound about his other arm.

I rose on my elbows as the wolf lowered his head in reverence to the horned god. Cernunnos reached his hand to touch my face, trailing down to my throat. I moved to kneel before him on the rock. The hand dropped lower, grasping my breast in his great hand, rolling my nipple between his fingers. I whimpered. “I come in supplication.”

He almost smiled, human and cervine features showing amusement at my gasped words. Fur ran down his body, over his legs, and to satyr-like feet. He tugged, pulling me forward so that I was on all fours on his altar. Fingers wove into my hair as he guided me to his erection, thin point leading to thick, long hardness.

My tongue tasted him, earth and wildness before he thrust his hips and pushed into my mouth, invading my throat with his length. I moaned, a new frenzied hunger settling into my body. The god gave the briefest of nods to the wolf behind me before his hips began to move, sliding his intense length in and out of my mouth and throat, saliva dripping out of me with each stroke.

The wolf mounted me, legs holding my hips before he slid inside of my opening. His hips thrust rapidly, pushing me into the god’s hunger. Their hips moved in unison, using my body between them, filling me with their engorged lengths. Moans were muffled by the god’s hardness as I swallowed him.

He pulled out of me, watching as his wolf continued to thrust, a knowing smirk on his lips. He walked around the altar, hand still holding my hair, before the wolf pulled himself from me, panting. Cernunnos took a tighter hold on my hair, pulling my head back. “Are you ready?” he asked in a husky voice.

Around us his dominion watched, the deer and wolves, the lynx and rabbit. They waited for me to speak, body poised, and eager. The grass waved, vines grew, creeping over his altar and winding up my arms and hips, holding me in place for his use. I swallowed his taste. “Yes. Give me your seed. Breed me,” I moaned, waiting for his gift.

The god pushed into me, hard and fast, his rhythm naturally wild and animalistic. He grunted, lowering his head, antlers raking my body as he slammed into me, again and again. One hand closed around my throat, pulling me by hair and neck into his hardness, rough and hungered thrusts filling me. 

Pain and pleasure flooded my body as he rode me. The animals around us joined him, breeding each other in a celebration of life. With a strange unearthly sound, he erupted inside of me, spilling his rich seed into my waiting body. I shuddered, sagging against him, my body trembling from his force.

He slid in and out, slowing his rhythm. The vines released me and he held me against his chest, my back pressed against him. One great hand slid down my body, pressing against my pelvis. Within me, his seed took root, filling me with future life. His lips brushed my ear, “Thank you for your offering, mother.” 

12 Days of Voracious: Dragon

The chains rattled as I stood, bound to a sacrificial altar, the creature watching me struggle from the darkened cave where firelight dared not touch. His eyes illuminated slowly, igniting in a fierce emerald. A great tongue touched his teeth, glinting in the night. It emerged slowly, a great dragon of old, claws digging into the stones around him.

His tongue flicked up my leg, lapping between my thighs, over my stomach and breasts, to my face. Eyes widened in surprise as I opened my mouth to taste his tongue. If a dragon could smile, he would have. The dragon moved like a shadow, coming forward to grab my body, ripping the chains from their wooden post.

I was dropped to the cave floor, scrambling beneath the dragon as he walked over me. A massive engorged flesh waited for me, resting on my stomach as the beast stood above. My hands moved over him, stroking him against my body. Lips pressed against the giant tip, tongue lapping at the salty taste of him. He growled, shuddering above me as his body rocked, rubbing himself up and down on me, pushing my breasts apart with every thrust.

My legs wrapped around his enormous length, stroking him with my body as he moved. Giant tail swished behind him and his claws dug into the rock as I sucked on his flesh, letting him use my entire body to stimulate his length. The dragon growled, slowing and tensing beneath my loving mouth.

I unwrapped myself, turning to rest against a great rock, as he clawed his way up it, giant phallus pressing into my back. A low growl was the only warning I got before one massive clawed handheld me against the rock and he thrust forward, pushing his immensity within me. My stomach distended with each thrust, showing his size, as the dragon slammed into me. My hungering cries weren’t heard beneath his bellows as seed spilled, erupting out of my stretched opening and over my body as he released, covering me in his pleasure.

Playing with the Dragon

Dragons were given sacrifices, so bind your human lover up in manacles or chains. Maybe to a wall or a door. You can get a rope and knot one end, loop it over the door, and close the door to get a way to tie people up. Or use over the door restraints.

Keep them naked. Keep the room warm, dim the lights. Have a fire going if that’s an option. Dragons like it hot. 

To feel like your own great dragon, play dress up. Grab some metal claws, some gloves or gauntlets, some scale armor if you’re into it. There’s a face mask too if you want to feel more like a dragon. Use a thick leather whip to have a tail you hit your lover with. 

When rutting with your mate, you can do penetration in a few ways, but it should be big. Dragons aren’t small, after all. So think of a pointed tail dildo to use for fucking your lover with your tail. With pointed dildos, go soft, so no one gets hurt. 

Once you want to rock a dragon cock, it’s important to consider if your dragon has one cock or two. Some reptiles have two. In case you want to play with two and get some double penetration in there, grab a dragon cock, or use your own if you have one, then use a cockring with another cock on it to get the hemipenis experience.

Dragons are big. So they’ll have lots of cum. Use a lot of cum lube to make it super messy and douse your mate so that they’re soaked.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

 

12 Days of Voracious: Kelpie

Water dripped down his back as our lips met, tongues tangling together, bodies pressed tightly. His hand wandered my body, seeking the peak of my breast as he trailed kisses to my jaw and down to my throat. Moans whispered from his lips as my hand stroked him to hardness. Long black hair hung around his face as his black eyes looked into mine, kisses pausing for a moment as we caught our breath.

“Come with me,” he whispered.

“Where?” I asked, pressing against him to feel his hard length touch my stomach.

His head nodded over his shoulder to the crashing waves behind us. I ran my fingers down his neck, playing with the silver chain that rested there. His hand caught mine, taking one of my fingers between his lips, eyes never leaving mine.

“Fine,” I murmured. 

He grinned, tugging me with him to the cold water’s edge. I shivered and leaned against him, entangling our bodies he pulled me into the water with him. Beneath the waves I wrapped my legs around him as he pushed forward, thrusting into me. We broke the surface crying out in pleasure. Fingers pulled my hair, exposing my neck to him where he trailed kisses and nips. Slowly I turned, my back pressed against him as he held to me, slowly pressing upwards in rhythmic thrust.

My fingers laced with the necklace at his throat and I tugged, hard, breaking the clasp and wresting it from his skin. His moan became a grumbling whinny as man became equine. His girth inside me expanded, tip becoming flat as the beast’s flanks thrust, pushing his newfound size deep within me. 

Powerful hooves hit the bottom of the water, digging into mud and rock as his body clung to mine, front legs pressing against my shoulders and sides, the water making it possible to hold his weight. My body clung to his skin, held by the magic of the kelpie, as his bestial thrusting filled me, our cries of ecstasy lost in the waves.

Playing with the Kelpie

As a water horse, being near water, be it the shower, a pool, lake, hot tub, or the sea will be ideal. If you wanna be extravagant, these hotels allow you to rent a private fucking pool. Whether you’re bridling or unbridling the kelpie, they’re wild and eager to drown you, whether that's in the sea or in cum. Use lots of lube to keep things wet and exciting.

To symbolize the sacred bridle of the Kelpie, have them wear a silver chain. You can get cheap ones most places on the internet. Practice pulling it off of them, how fast and hard you need to snap it, by practicing on your arm or bedpost. 

A beautiful face harness will let you put their mouth where you want it. Keep the reins tight and ride your sea horse. This tail butt plug will help complete the pony look and feel great. And leather ears go the extra mile.

The Kelpie should have a mighty girth. If you want to do transformation halfway, start with a cock (real, synthetic), then switch to a squishy horse cock. They’re big. So lots of lube is necessary. Water isn’t lube.

To emulate a riding system without veering into pony play, a body harness is nice for grabbing your Kelpie and moving them around how you need for appropriate riding. Given a Kelpie’s size, you’ll want them to fuck you from behind. If they don’t follow your lead, especially a wild Kelpie, a riding crop will help get them where you want them.

Tame your Kalpie using all these tools and have them fuck you with their cock until you’re satisfied. Or, if you’re a weirdo like me, have them breed you and lay a few mythic eggs inside. If being anally fucked, use gel eggs!

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

 

12 Days of Voracious: Gorgon

I could see nothing beneath the thick black fabric pressed against my eyes. Soft, long-nailed hands moved over my hair, across my shoulders then down my back. A soft hiss filled my ears, her tongue flicking over my neck as her hands caressed my hips then wandered upwards to cup my breasts. I moaned against her touch, gasping in surprise when a small snake slipped into my lips, caressing my tongue. 

Fingers slipped inside between my rear cheeks, opening me up to the feeling of a thick, muscled snake slipping inside of me. I cried out, leaning back against her muscled body, snake tail wrapping around my leg to hold me still. Her tail slid upwards, pushing between my thighs and flicking the sensitive skin that waited there. Within me, the snake moved deeply, wide head creating new pressure inside of my pelvis.

Sharp fangs raked my back while she slid downward, biting my hip before going lower and letting her tongue flick against my exposed flesh. Each teasing flick brought a shock of pleasure, my body pressing back into her mouth. Forked tongue dove deep, tasting, and exploring before teasing the sensitive bud above my entrance. As she stood her replaced her, tickling my entrance as I squirmed.

The tail moved deeper, penetrating my depths and pumping upwards. Her serpentine body filled me, thrusting in and out as her snake dove deeper. My body shuddered against her before she spun me around, bending me over a great rock so my back rested against it. The red tongue flicked across an erect nipple as she spread my legs and pushed against my center, rubbing her own core against mine.

We moaned, groaning together as my hips bucked against her, our fluids mixing. The Gorgon cried out, every snake on her head hissing in unison ass release flooded through her body. She shuddered, leaning down to swallow my cry with her mouth as her fingers slid between us, rubbing hungrily until I bucked and moaned into her, reeling from her lust and the snake that lurked within.

Playing with the Gorgon

There is no specific setting, but a dark space to emulate a cave, like a basement, may help set the mood. Keep it cool, if you can. Make sure no mirrors are showing.

The human lover should be blindfolded. I like this blindfold for comfort and to prevent peeking. 

The Gorgon may want to clip small snakes in their hair (hot glue snakes to hair clips), wear vampire fangs, or paint their skin with stencils and body paint to look at the role of Medusa. Green lipstick will help. 

Cut an elastic band into two strips and knot them together on one end. This will make a fake snake tongue. Wet and then flick your blindfolded lover everywhere, teasing as you go. 

Medusa may seek revenge or a lover. If revenge, add a chastity cage in and a snake bite whip. Stick a collar on them. Make them yours. If love, skip revenge and go for tender. 

Use a depth snake to get in as far as you can. Let that snake really get in there. Then lazily flick and tease your partner with a fake snake, pushing it in openings, like mouths or vaginas or anuses, or rubbing it on the body. Use a big snake to wrap around the throat or body to emulate snakes invading the sex.

When ready, use a snake or cobra strap on to fuck the human lover. Go tender or merciless. Let her have her revenge or finally feel intimacy.

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.

12 Days of Voracious: Alien

 

The light held me immobile, standing in a room as it invaded my home. It was cold and strange on my skin, preventing me from moving away as the grey figure approached, predation in its every move. My instincts told me to run, yet nothing would budge. Every muscle was transfixed. It approached me, head tilted to the side, a strange body taller than mine. A single-digit touched my forehead and the world went dark.

I awoke on a cold piece of metal, a light holding me as it had before. Shadows moved about in the dark, saying nothing. A strange ringing silence haunted my ears. A cold metal rod passed over my body, making my skin tingle with tiny electrical impulses. The wand touched my nipples, more power coursing through it until I cried out in pain and a sick pleasure. Thin pads were attached over my body, on my nipples and stomach. A pulsing throb passed through, eliciting a moan from my lips.

A strange coolness pushed between my thighs and expanded, holding my entrance open for whatever was watching me in the dark. Something thick, slimy, and slick immediately followed, pushing hard and deep. My hips bucked, a moan escaping me. Another shock rocked through my body against the sensitive flesh above my opening, sending a cry from my lips. The thickness pushed deeper, pulled back, and thrust again, growing in firmness with each thrust, wiggling within me.

Although I couldn’t lift my head to see, I knew my legs were in stirrups, or suspended somehow, leaving all of me exposed. The thrusting continued, inhuman in its speed, covered in a slimy substance I had never felt before. Another cool instrument slid within me, beneath where I was being pounded. It expanded, pulling me open, stretching me wider and wider before beginning to pump, countering the beat of its companion above.

My body shuddered and convulsed, unable to move away, my mouth open and suddenly soundless. The pulsing electricity passing through me combined with the thudding within. I shuddered, crying out soundlessly as the slimy thing within me expanded and released, a strange new fullness filling me as eggs began to slide inside of me, moving upward and inward, my stomach expanding from their presence. 

Playing with the Alien

Get a massage table or use a dining room table. Pop an emergency blanket (the shiny ones) in the freezer. Tape to the table. Voila. Alien sex table. It won't stay cold but it’ll look the part. Ensure the room is dark. Put the table beneath a bright lamp, preferably a desk lamp so the human lover can't see well.  

Aliens experiment, they probe, they invade. The human lover should pretend to be immobilized. The alien lover may want to wear an alien mask, just to feel otherworldly.

Use a tens machine to play with e-stim on the body. Start low and build up. A violet wand will let you shock and tease, testing your lover's ability to cope with pain and pleasure. 

To open your lover up, apply a speculum, either vaginally or anally or both. Use glass toys kept in the freezer for a bit to create an invasive cold sensation. Use glow in the dark lube for it to be extra alien-y. If you’re going to fuck their mouth too, add a dental dam. Keep them wide open.

Use an inflatable tool of choice to begin expanding your lover, slowly opening them up. Keep it going until you can fit something monstrous in there. Like a big alien cock. Fuck them with it, or the glass, until they release. Then stop, as though recording data. Return with a shock or two.

Grease up a fucking machine and fuck their expanded hole while inserting the cock into their mouth. You can continue shocking, testing, and playing with a Wartenberg wheel or four for sensation play.

Once they need to cool down, remove the machine. Let them rest. Apply light e-stim when you’re ready to breed them or do some sounding to blow their mind.

If using an ovipositor anally, make your eggs beforehand. If vaginally, homemade or store-bought will do. Insert the ovipositor, slick as can be, into the breeding hole of choice, fuck, and fill with eggs. 

Happy Holidays, from one monster fucker to another.