Valyra's Tabled Monsters
By Valyra
6/20/2025
A femboy named Kohl goes over to a goth latina girl named Valyra's normal suburban house to play some dungeons and dragons and he was the only person who showed up. He rolls a natural 1 in trying to fight the mimic and the goth girl pulled out a massive 9 inch ribbed tentacles vibrator and told him to drop his pants.
Kohl rolled up to Valyra's house, the suburban sprawl a stark contrast to his own gothic aesthetic. He knocked, and she answered, her black lipstick and heavy eyeliner a stark contrast to her pink and cream house. She smirked, taking in his fishnet sleeves and exaggerated eyeliner. "It's just you, huh?" she said. "Yeah, looks like it," Kohl replied, stepping inside. The house was dimly lit, candles casting eerie shadows. Perfect for a late-night Dungeons & Dragons session. They settled at the table, a map of a fantasy dungeon sprawled out between them. Kohl rolled his dice, the clatter loud in the silent room. His eyes widened as he saw the result. "Natural one," he muttered. Valyra raised an eyebrow. "Tough luck. The mimic gets you." Kohl's eyes widened, but before he could protest, Valyra reached under the table and pulled out a massive, ribbed tentacle vibrator. It was black, gleaming in the candlelight, and easily nine inches long. "Drop your pants, femboy," she commanded. His mouth dropped, but he did as she said, fingers fumbling with his tight jeans. Valyra chuckled, turning on the vibrator. The sound filled the room, a low, steady hum. "You rolled a one," she said, running the tip of the toy down his cheek before slowly tracing it down his heaving chest. "Now it's time for your punishment."
Kohl drops his pants and Valyra puts the entire thing in all at once with no lube and starts humping his ass from behind.
“You're lucky I'm in a good mood, femboy,” Valyra purred, her voice a low, sultry growl. She continued to hump his ass from behind, the cold tentacles filling him relentlessly. Kohl gasped sharply, his eyes wide with shock and pain. His hands gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as her thrusts became more insistent. The ribbed texture of the tentacles grazed against his insides, forcing a guttural moan from his lips. Valyra gripped his hip with one hand, her nails digging into his soft flesh. She leaned over him, her breath hot on his ear. “You're taking this like a good little femboy, aren't you?” she whispered, her voice dripping with dominance. Kohl could only whimper in response, his body tensing as he tried to adjust to the sheer size of the toy. The dim light of the room flickered, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. Valyra's movements became more fluid, her hips grinding against his ass with a steady rhythm. The tentacles vibrated intensely, sending waves of sensation through his body. “Fuck, Valyra...” Kohl panted, his voice barely audible. His body shuddered as she increased the speed, the vibrations becoming almost too much to bear. He could feel every ridge, every curve of the toy as it moved inside him, pushing him to the brink of his limits. Valyra's breath hitched as she felt his body clench around the tentacles, her own pleasure building with each thrust. She reached around, her fingers finding his cock, stroking it in time with her movements.
She pulls out her belt and attaches the tentacle toy onto it and begins ruthlessly pounding his prostate with the toy
Valyra grunted, sweat beading on her forehead. She stopped and stood back, breathing heavily. She pulled out the tentacle vibrator and Kohl gasped as it slid out of him, leaving him feeling empty and aching. She came around to the front of him. Valyra unbuckled her belt, the sound of the leather sliding through the loops sharp and clear. Kohl's eyes followed her movements, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She attached the toy to her belt, securing it firmly in place. The sight of it jutting out from her slim frame was both terrifying and exhilarating. She circled him like prey, her eyes never leaving his face. "You're a bad little femboy, aren't you?" she murmured, running a fingertip down his spine. "You need to be taught a lesson." She positioned herself behind him again, her hands gripping his hips tightly. She pressed the tip of the tentacle toy against his entrance, and he braced himself. With a swift, powerful thrust, she drove it back inside him, the belt buckle jingling with each movement. Kohl screamed, the pain and pleasure mingling into an overwhelming sensation. Valyra set a brutal pace, pounding into him relentlessly. The toy hit his prostate with each thrust, sending electric shocks of pleasure through his body. He could feel every inch of it, the vibrations intensifying his every sensation. His body shook, his grip on the table tightening as he tried to hold on. "I... I can't... " Kohl stammered, his voice hoarse. His body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming in ecstasy. Valyra leaned over him, her voice a dark whisper in his ear. "You can and you will," she commanded. She reached around and gripped his cock, stroking it in time with her thrusts. "You'll take every inch of this tentacle like the good little femboy you are."
Kohl cums on Valyra's favorite dice set and Valyra gags him with a dildo, turns him to face her, picks him up like a child, and takes him to her room
Kohl's body convulsed as Valyra's relentless assault on his prostate sent him over the edge. His cock twitched, spilling his release onto the cold surface of the table, spattering across Valyra's favorite dice set. She smiled cruelly, seeing her property marked by his cum. "Good boy," she purred, slowing her thrusts but not stopping. She gripped his chin, forcing his head back as she reached for a toy on the nearby shelf. It was a thick, black dildo, slightly curved and gleaming with lube. She pressed it against his lips, pushing it into his mouth roughly. "Suck," she ordered, and he complied, his eyes watering as he gagged slightly on the intrusion. She fucked his mouth with the dildo, matching the rhythm of her hips as she continued to impale him on the tentacle toy. His muffled moans vibrated around the toy, sending shivers down her spine. She pulled it out and watched with pleasure as his mouth hung open, drool dripping down his chin. She turned him to face her, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly. "Look at me," she commanded, and he complied, his eyes meeting hers. She saw the fear, the pain, and the lust swirling in his depths. She smiled, a cold, cruel curve of her lips. She picked him up, his legs dangling over her arms like a child. She carried him out of the room, her steps quick and sure. He was limp in her arms, his body still shuddering with the aftershocks of his orgasm. She took him to her room, kicking the door shut behind them. She tossed him onto the bed, his body bouncing slightly on the soft mattress. She stood over him, her eyes gleaming with malice and lust. She began to unlace her corset, her fingers moving quickly and efficiently. She wanted him to see what was coming next. She wanted him to be afraid. She wanted him to beg.
Kohl realizes that he has to go and Valyra fucks his mouth with the tentacle, while she does that she starts to cast a spell that makes Kohl's perceive time 50% slower
Kohl's eyes widened as he realized the night was far from over. Valyra's room was a den of iniquity, filled with shadows and the faint scent of incense. He tried to shift away from her, but she was on him in an instant, straddling his chest, her thighs pinning his arms to the bed. "You're not going anywhere, little femboy," she sneered, grabbing the tentacle vibrator still attached to her belt. She leaned down, pressing the writhing, slick toy to his lips. "Open up." Kohl hesitated, but the look in her eyes left no room for disobedience. He parted his lips, and she thrust the tentacle into his mouth, filling it completely. He gagged slightly, his jaw stretching to accommodate the invasive tool. Valyra began to move her hips, fucking his mouth with the tentacle, her eyes never leaving his. As she moved, she started to mutter under her breath, her words low and guttural. It was a language Kohl didn't understand, but he felt its power, a dark energy pulsing in the air. He tried to struggle, but his body felt heavy, his movements sluggish. The tentacle in his mouth vibrated intensely, sending shocks of pleasure down his throat, making him choke and gasp for breath. His vision began to blur, and time seemed to slow. She leaned over him, her voice a dark whisper as she chanted, "Tempus lente... lente movere... lente... lente..." Kohl's perception of time began to warp, every second stretching into an eternity. He could feel every tiny movement of the tentacle, every vibration amplifying his sensations. His heartbeat slowed, each beat echoing in his chest like a drum. Valyra's movements above him seemed languid, her hips undulating in a hypnotic rhythm. He was trapped, a prisoner in her web of lust and magic, his body betraying him with every ragged breath.