I'll Be Your Victim, You Be My Mate - M4A (Patreon)

“Yeah, it’s kind of a big deal. Can’t just, not go. You’ll be excommunicated from town!” Penton laughs, a hearty laugh that reverberates through you. But you’re not laughing. The Freetown Fall Festival is the last place you want to be on Halloween. It’s just a bunch of annoying peepers and pry-ers, everyone always interrogating everyone else like it’s the inquisition set up in town square. Hell forbid you want to spend the most fun holiday at a real party, or with people you actually know, or… doing literally anything else.

Penton fakes a scowl, barely able to contain a smile, and grabs your hand, lacing his thick fingers between yours. It's only been a day and he's already following you around like a puppy, practically drooling at the sight of you, especially from behind.

“Alright, alright. Well, where DO you wanna go?" He looks into your eyes and you nearly feel something for him, falling into those big brown pools, but you catch yourself with the thought of something deliciously devious.

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“You know… I don’t think you know me at all.” Penton’s whispers behind you pull your head to either side, eyes rolling, then scanning for any sign of unapproving townsfolk as you tiptoe over the last few steps. The archaic wood groans with every footfall, like a painful wail from the house itself. You shush the mumbling himbo behind you and test the door handle. It gives, easily, practically inviting you in.

“I thought this place was always locked?" Upton Manor was almost a local legend, but in this day and age it was hardly more than a monument to a history no one cares to remember unless you're a true crime podcaster looking for filler content. Something about a murderous mistress and the ghosts of a violent past. Blah blah blah. You have more pressing thoughts on your mind, like something pressing against the back of your jeans.

"Sorry." You chuckle at his awkward response and press your ass back against the bulge in Penton's pants before pushing past the open door. You practically dance across the threshold, gazing around at the grand husk of a home. It's in surprisingly good shape, the wood not showing any signs of rot or warping even after decades left unto itself. The ancient foyer leads to a swath of other rooms: a kitchen the size of a small house, an indoor greenhouse with glass walls and ceiling and an overgrowth of vegetation from years of neglect, a study with a fireplace that practically begs you to light it. A quick glance back at Penton reveals he hasn't followed you in. He's so fragile. Muscles rippling against his flannel button-up, one wouldn't expect him to quiver at the sight of a decrepit mansion. Oh he'd be quivering soon enough.

You prance over to the gentle giant and plant a kiss on his cheek before grabbing the waistband of his pants and dragging him into the ancient abode. He moans, whether in fear or lust you're unsure, and follows close behind as you lead him toward the study. A cocky smile crosses Penton's lips as you strike a match and light some newspaper scraps under the somehow surviving logs in the fireplace. The smile gives way to a nervous laugh as you push him against the ornately carved desk and begin to undo his belt.

Clearly trying to seem more confident, Penton grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss. As your lips lock you feel his pants give way, slipping down his massive thighs, and freeing his already hard cock. Your hand gropes about his pelvis before slipping down its length, tracing your fingers along its smooth, veiny surface. That bulge in his jeans really didn't give you a clear idea of just how big it was. He groans as you continue down over his balls, cupping them in your hand and tugging them gently.

Without warning he grips the back of your neck and quickly spins you about, moving you to his spot against the desk, but with your back tight against him. Clearly his lust has outpaced his fear. You feel his teeth nibble at your shoulder, neck, and ear, his hands groping your body as you press yourself back into his embrace. Such greedy fingers, squeezing and groping the angles and curves of your body down, down, down to your hips, catching at the button on your jeans.

Penton claws at you, popping the button and ripping down the zipper to get to you. As you shimmy to let your jeans slide down to the floor, his hands move to your thighs, strong fingers gripping your flesh. You shiver as he bites your shoulder and kisses the tender ache left behind. His lips are so smooth, and so warm, planting kiss after hungry kiss along the muscle of your shoulder, up your neck, his tongue gliding along the natural contour of your flesh. Your hand moves back to grip his cock, stroking him slowly against your ass.

"Mmm... maybe you DO know me." He smiles against your skin, his breath hot and heavy. You turn and kiss him, desperate tongues dancing as your hand moves faster along his shaft. He groans into your mouth, and you smile dangerously, breaking the kiss and sliding down onto your knees.

"Oh fuck..." He shivers as your lips press to the underside of his cock. You kiss slowly along it, feeling it throb against your lips. Your tongue darts out to tease him with tiny licks, and your hand moves to grip the base and guide the head towards your waiting mouth. You swear you hear him whimper as his length disappears inside you, inch by inch, down your throat. As your lips reach his pelvis in a devilish kiss, he groans and shivers, his thighs rock solid to keep him from falling over. As you run your hands over his tensing muscles, you look up, locking eyes with him for a moment before he closes his own and lets his head fall back in helpless pleasure. You smile over his shaft, knowing he's yours.

Suddenly you grip his ass in your hands and slide back before slamming his cock back down your throat. You give him no time to recover, moving again and again, fucking his cock with your mouth as fast and as hard as you can. Penton gasps once, then surrenders to the torrent of moans that spill forth. Delicious, helpless moans. You can feel his hips moving slightly, timing with the thrusts of your face to get the most out of every moment. Your spit bubbles around his cock, dripping down his balls and thighs. Your own moans vibrate over him as you reach down to pleasure yourself, the delirious ecstasy of the man above you inspiring you to work towards your own climax. His balls bounce against your chin faster and faster as you somehow gain speed, fucking his cock deep into your throat. You feel him throbbing dangerously, his hands moving to the back of your head to gently coax you to keep going.

But... you stop.

"Oh fuck... you." Penton growls, pulling your head back so he can glare into your eyes. But he's not angry. That smile is as enormous as the cock that rests on your chin. Those eyes. Glorious. How are they so bright in this dim room? And those teeth... they seem... TOO sharp. That explains why they hurt so good in your skin.

"Come here you fucking tease..." His hands drag you to your feet and throw you to the desk, pressing your cheek down against the smooth wood and forcing your back to arch. You hear a loud crack and moments later feel a sharp sting on your ass, then another, and another. You moan as he spanks you, his hand taking a moment to rub each slap into your flesh, burying the ache like treasure to savor later. You can feel his cock resting between your thighs, jumping occasionally as it throbs and presses against you. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to pull him against you and his hand grazes your ass even harder.

"No... no... you gave up the right to be in control when you decided to tease the beast..." Beast...? Oh no, did you accidentally entrap one of those "alpha male" freaks?

"Hahaha... alpha? You can call me whatever you want baby... But no. I don't subscribe to that shit. Why put labels on it...? Why not just have fun with my mate...?" His voice deepens with the word "mate," and you swear you felt his cock swell even bigger. Then you hear him growl. Not a sexy, manly growl, but a real... beastly one. You turn your head as much as his inhuman grip will allow, and see his eyes absolutely glowing in the firelight. Eyeshine. Oh shit.

"You know, you sex demons... you're so easy. Looking for your prey amongst the dumbest and the hunkiest. But you don't bother learning the scents and tells for when something isn't quite what it seems." You feel his body stretch and grow, now nearly twice the size it was before as he towers over you, his weight squishing you just right against the desk. Fur. So much fur covers every inch of him except for the absolute weapon squeezed between your thighs. You can feel yourself starting to sweat against his body heat, a giant beastly furnace pressed against you. "You thought you could come to this town... MY town... and fuck whoever you want. Drain whoever you want. How convenient. My balls are just aching to be drained... " You groan at the thought.

"Now I'm not an animal... I'll give you what you want... but you've got to give in return. I'll be your "victim..." as long as you're willing to be my mate... What do you say...?"

Without hesitation, you reach back and spread yourself open for him, moaning into the desk in agreement.

"That's what I thought..." You feel him adjust his hips, guiding the head of his cock to slide into you. Your breath catches in your throat at the size of it, even bigger now, spreading you open, luckily still sloppy and wet from your throat. Suddenly you feel him grip your horns.

"Mmm... I'm sure you're not used to people touching these... humans can't see them, right? Oh, but my eyes see truth. My ears can hear your heartbeat quicken. My nose can smell your body giving off such sweet pheromones. You're a feast to the senses... even those you try to hide from." You spit lustful curses as he pulls back, your horns once beautiful symbols of your hellish heritage, now mere handlebars to guide you onto his shaft. He grunts as his cock bottoms out inside you.

"Ahh... there we are... How does that feel, my damned deviant? Do you like being so... full?" You whimper as he reaches around and pinches your nipple.

"Answer me." You can feel a smile in his breath on your back. As you start to nod, he pulls back and hammers his hips forward, impaling you again. Your gasp is barely out before he repeats the deliciously evil movement, slowly, steadily, but forcefully. Again. Again. Again. You gasp with each thrust as he bounces your ass against his pelvis, his balls slapping against you to remind you of what this is all about. You grip the desk with your hands, your legs hanging limp as he holds you against the wooden frame creaking under the weight of his thrusts.

Soon, his thrusts get faster, building a nice comfortable rhythm of rearranging your insides. His grip on your horns gets tighter, and you swear he's enjoying how hot they are now, practically steaming against him. With a firm tug, he pulls your head back, baring your neck for him. You tense in anticipation and are rewarded with his enormous teeth in your skin. As you release the longest moan you've ever moaned, you can feel him growl with delight into the bite, and feel his thrusts getting faster... more desperate.

You try to position yourself better for him to ravage you, but he's got you held tight with his grip on your horns and your neck, and his body slamming into you from behind. As you resign yourself to lay there and take him, you feel his growling turn to deep, throaty moans. He's close. You reach down between your legs and play with yourself with one hand, the other reaching back to try and squeeze his balls, to milk him into you. As you reach towards them though, you feel the base of his cock swelling, and freeze. He's about to bury his massive knot inside you.

He roars with excitement, leaning back and pulling your head with him, your body arched as his cock fills you, locking itself deep inside you. You scream in hellish ecstasy, a small lick of flame escaping your lips as his thrusts drive a flood of cum up into your body. Trying to move yourself with him is impossible against his weight, but you try your damnedest to help him fill you by tugging and caressing his balls as best you can, shivering against him as he uses your body. Pulse after pulse of cum, you can feel it start spilling out of you, dripping to the floor. Such a waste, but with how much is pouring into you, you can hardly complain.

He groans, exhausted, and slows the pace of his thrusts until he's just holding himself inside you. As he loosens his grip on your horns, his hands move to your hips, gently holding you in place so your legs don't give out. His breath warms your back as he leans down to plant unexpectedly tender kisses against your skin.

"Are you okay...?" His voice is so deep, but so soft. You nod, shaking slightly.

"I um... I can't pull out but... here..." He wraps his arms under your legs and lifts you against his chest, practically falling back into a comically large armchair beside the fireplace and resting you in his lap still stuffed with his beastly cock.

"Much better... warm and cozy. Does that feel nostalgic, demon?" He laughs at his own joke before awkwardly clearing his throat and wrapping his arms about your body. It's, surprisingly cozy being enveloped like this. His body blazing hot against your skin. You feel his heart thumping through his sternum into your back, a comforting tempo for your own to follow. His fur is like a cozy blanket as he clings to you, pulling your head back gently to rest against his shoulder like a giant pillow.

"Just breathe... you took quite a lot there, even if taking a lot is your whole... thing. You still need a breath. Just... relax, and enjoy this for a bit before you have to leave. Not like we have much choice..." You feel a frighteningly large throb inside you again. He chuckles into your ear, nibbling ever so tenderly.

"You're right... this was so much better than that stupid festival..."