Note: Okay, so like I said before, I'm bringing over some stories I made on a03 over here. This is a work in progress. It's a very dark story. If you're into fluff, this is not the story for you. I do still plan to have a decent ending to it, with no main character deaths.
Two big, muscular guards dressed in all black held a panicked Stiles by the arm, on either side, practically dragging him along with them. A blank look on their faces as if the young man's pleas had no effect on them.
"Noo, please, please."
Fearing for his life, a crying Stiles grabbed ahold of a door knob nearby, trying to hold on to avoid being captured and taken down further into the dark hallway leading to his doom.
One guard got him loose and then tighten his grip on Stiles's arm as a warning not to pull another act like that again before leading him further down the hall. Stiles tensed up as they passed iron-made prison cages, human skulls and bones, and even some blood splatter on the ground.
He broke down at the scene dropping to his knees, historically crying, tears streaming down as the guards started to apply cuffs to his wrists.
"Wait!" A strong manly voice said deep in the shadows, stopping the guards on cue.
"Not this one."
Stiles looked up to see a beastly creature with black fur and shining red eyes walking toward him.
Stiles watched amazed as the creature slowly warped into human form. Red eyes faded into green ones, fur changing into a beautifully sculpted, somewhat hairy, naked, manly form.
He reached down and gripped Stiles's chin, raising his face up to look him in the eyes.
"This one is special." He said before letting go and stepping back.
"Take him to my chambers."
"Nooo, nooo, please, let me go. I won't say anything. Please! Stiles begged as he was dragged off to the new location.
A guard opened a tall, black detailed door to a dark red room full of candles, a king-size bed sat in the center with black satin sheets, and a fireplace that sat on the far end of the room with a roaring fire inside, keeping the room nice and toasty.
The guard gripping Stiles's stunned form shoved him inside before shutting and locking the door
keeping him trapped.
"No, wait, wait! Don't leave me here, please!" Stiles yelled, pounding on the door and gripping the knob trying to turn it even though he knew it was a lost cause. After a few minutes passed he gave up and found a spot on the wood floor.
He sat curled up in a ball, rocking back and forth for what seemed like hours
Until a loud latch unlocked and the door opened once more.
He looked up startled and tensed up as the mysterious man from before came in with an amused look on his face, this time wearing a black robe, hiding his body.
"Are you scared of me?"
"Nn…no." Stiles struggled to say.
"I can hear your heartbeat. You're lying."
Stiles looked like a deer in headlights, worried about what would happen to him now that he was caught in a lie.
"It's ok, I actually like that you fear me. It makes it so much better. More thrilling that way."
Stiles gulped as the man stepped closer.
"Undress and get on the bed, face down."
"What? No." The teen voiced, finding a little fight left in him.
"Don't, upset me. You will do as I ask if you want to live." The man threatened, letting his eyes glow red and his claws come out for a moment before turning back to normal.
"Ok," Stiles replied, feeling defeated.
His clothes dropped to the floor with a thud and he climbed up on the bed, hearing the mattress let out a squeak here and there as he tried to get into a comfortable spot. He closed his eyes tight, hoping that when he reopened them, he would be transported home in his own bed.
"And another thing…" The man said, climbing on top of Stiles's shaky form and whispering into his ear.
"You will address me as Master from now on."
Stiles groaned into the silk sheets, gripping tightly as the bed shook under his Master's strong, powerful thrusts.
"Please, oh god." He tensed up, feeling the familiar tightening sensation in his balls as his Master pounded into that all-so-sensitive spot deep inside that drove him nuts.
"I can't, I can't take much more, Master."
He stressed as his heart pounded away in his chest and the tip of his achy, somewhat purple cock leaked.
His stomach was already swollen, stretching more, every time his Master came in him, pouring as much of his white sticky substance into him as he could. Stiles already looked eight months pregnant from cum alone.
"One more, you can handle one more load," Master said harshly, with a bit of amusement in his voice.
"Oh god. No, please. I feel like my stomach is about to explode." The teen stressed in discomfort.
"I can't (thrust) get enough (thrust) of your pussy (thrust) it's too fucking good to waste," Master growled, lightly biting Stiles's neck in pleasure as he dumped another load in. He listened as it slushed around deep inside and watched as the teen's stomach grew before his eyes, intrigued.
"Ohhh, shit!" Stiles exclaimed, shaking violently as he came, spraying the black sheet below him with his cum.
Master grabbed him by the neck pulling him back into his chest as he spoke.
"Did I say you could cum? For that, I am going to fill you up again and you will take every drop."
"Oh god, no." Stiles whimpered as Master released his grip on him.
He plopped down on the bed an exhausted, sweaty, naked mess. His heart was going a mile a minute as he tried to catch his breath.
"Let's make things more interesting." Master voiced before transforming into the creature once more.
Stiles's eyes widen as he looked his Master over. He had ruby-red eyes that burned, thick hairy sideburns on his sculpted face, sharp K9's and claws, and a black hairy chest with a hair trail leading down towards his huge cock. It looked twice as big as it did in human form. Stiles gulped in fear, worried the thing would split him in two.
He felt big hands with razor-shaped claws wrap around his ankles pulling him down the bed as he tried to hang on to the mattress for dear life.
"No, please, no more! I can't handle any more!" He begged.
He was met with a growl in protest.
"I say when we are done." He heard harshly next to his ear.
Stiles gasp as he was pulled from the bed and hit the hard floor with a thud.
He winced a bit and then found himself screaming out in soreness as he was rammed into again and again.
His Master's hot breath on his neck gave him shivers and burned the tiny hairs on his skin.
He cringed and gripped onto Master's somewhat furry back, digging his nails deep.
Stiles felt so full as his Master shoved his swollen cock inside him. He could feel it rubbing his insides raw, rubbing his prostate aggressively.
"Oh god, not again!" The teen stressed, feeling the intense wave of his climax hit him just as his Master's cock exploded deep inside, soaking him good, leaving nothing untouched.
A loud piercing howl came out of Master's mouth causing Stiles to wince in pain and cover his ears to protect them from the sensitivity.
Stiles moan in pain as his Master pulled out of him, slushing cum along the way.
He panted away trying to slow his heart rate down as his Master slowly morphed back into human form in front of his eyes.
The teen watched scared of what was to come next, as Master got off the ground, eyeing Stiles's weak form.
"You belong to me. It's about time you accept that. If I want you, I will have you. You will bow down to me, you will worship me and most importantly, I will breed you and you will give me an heir to my throne." He announced harshly.
Stiles looked down at his belly full of cum and groan. He suddenly felt sick.
Master noticed and smirked at his discomfort.
"You'll get used to the stretching. Now, lay there and let my sperm do the work. I'll be back later to check on you." He voiced before exiting the room and locking the door once more.
Stiles laid on his back, exhausted and sore, with his ass leaking a river of cum.