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@dierotes.bsky.social

I'm DiErotes I write depraved bisexual #smut with orcs, minotaurs, #monsterfucker and most everything else. Find me on #Ao3, HentaiFoundry or Reddit. For commissions, contact me on discord at: DiErotes

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DiErotes 🔞 @dierotes.bsky.social · 26/11/2024

Excerpt from: archiveofourown.org/works/59042857 The Orc and Her Waterboy What do orcs dream of? Cute men trapped in drainage ditches, of course. #Ao3, #fanfiction, #NSFW, #Monsterfucker, #OrcDom, #Femdom, #malesub, #DiErotes,

The fantasy continued, with Elwin stuck in the rough stonework, face down in the drainage ditch. His arms were braced in the muck to raise his head above the inch of water. He didn't want to drown, not here like this.

He could hear the orc moving closer. Elwin could smell her blood-soaked arousal. He could feel her heat. And finally, he felt her touch. A large, unyielding hand grabbing his calf and running across it, groping him through his threadbare trousers. She squeezed and prodded, to assess a piece of meat.

Her meat.

"You'll do." She assessed with a laugh. She started to tug on his leg to pull Elwin free from the ditch, but noticed some slight resistance.

"Oh? All stuck and helpless? How unfortunate." She purred, dragging her hand slowly up his leg, dragging her fingers across the muscles, the tendons, all the connecting parts, along the back of his knee and then up along his thigh.

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DiErotes 🔞 @dierotes.bsky.social · 25/11/2024

Excerpt from: archiveofourown.org/works/58532560 Why does the Ikea Labyrinth have a Minotaur? The labyrinth is not a prison, or a place of punishment, but an act of pilgrimage. In this case, wisdom comes through depraved womb-fucking. #AO3, #Fanfiction, #NSFW, #Minotaur

"Most guests are confused by the labyrinth." Lord helpfully explained while pushing up between Erin's slight breasts, leaving her speechless. "The necessity of a labyrinth in a furniture store aside, the labyrinth is not a place of punishment, or even imprisonment." Erin blinked, not understanding at all, starting down into that flared tip of the cock, the whole monstrous thing seemingly as long as her torso, if not even longer. She brought her arms up mesmerized, wrapping them about her Lord's cock, holding tight, trying to give just that much more stimulation.

The cock seemed to wink at her, and so she extended her tongue out, tracing along the cockslit, tasting that salty forbidden fluid, like an immediate high to her brain. "I..." She tried to say before lapping again.

"It is an act of pilgrimage, in symbol and in act. To walk to the center, to trace the steps of those who came before. To find yourself at journey's end."

Erin blinked, looking up from that cock, confused. "Do you always talk?" She asked before pressing her face against that tip, eagerly smothering herself in that ever flowing precum, thicker and richer than any of the few men she had been with.

"Yes. It gets lonely." Lord said with a sigh. "But we can talk more after your ache is cured." He said, petting her once again with that large hand, smearing precum through her hair, her hair tie now thoroughly lost somewhere in the showroom.

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