Rubber 7 - Slubber time later
And can't do anything about their bondage, forced or otherwise. those hands placed the cat-shaped mass of black rubber down onto a soft surface - probably the bed.
House of Hunters
He struggled harder, kicking out and lashing his tail, but just could not stop the punishment he was receiving and the violation he was being forced to endure.
A Final Fuck
Soon, he was pounding that tight, unwilling hole with all his might. the dry passage soon became slick with blood as the murderer showed no mercy. the gecko started to stir, coughing through his damaged throat.
Cruel & Unusual
The sergeant double admiral whipped his hips forward against her jaw, putting balls to chin with the force of a cavalry charge. the wet, gagging sounds were shamefully lewd.
The Top Dog
Skye was making very high pitched squeals as the husky kept forcing more of the toy into her, nipping her lip as she cried out, "please stop, it hurts too much!"
Double hit
He thought she was bleeding, the burning warmth of his unwilling victim's insides slowly growing slippery. he began a steady pace - strong thrusts in and out.
Datadump
She was just a witness to the ambrosia of endorphins and dopamine flushing through her system on each painful spank, on each forceful thrust. his cock a key opening her up like a muffled music box as she sang into her gag.
Mini Meets the Mobians
It seemed to go on forever, tears filling both girl's eyes as they were forced through such humiliating and painful acts.
The Embers of Estrus
Allison shrugged as fought back irritation, the burning need at full force again, "so what do i do?" the poodle chuckled as she opened her desk, reaching carefully for a few hidden items at the back.
A Shamus' Shame
At least i did until the creature slammed me onto the surface of my desk, pinning me in place with my head forced towards the ceiling where i could only see the lazily spinning fan and the light from my lamp in the peripheries of my vision.
Microfiction Compilation 2023-01
[#male](#male) [#pokemon](#pokemon) [#micro](#micro) [#noncon](#noncon)
Sunday Lunch
His instincts began to take over, the unbearable urge to force himself into that pathetic male's tail-hole driving him out of his seat.