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A - Aftercare 

Typhon was never one for aftercare. He had taken partners, men and women, before you, and aftercare wasn’t something commonplace. Any pampering and caring is usually done onto him by the other party. Most probably because sexual encounters weren't something he personally found to be stimulating beyond physical release. He never came into these situations with any hope of furthering the bonds made between his bedpartners, content with just having them warm his cocks and nothing more. 

But then you came into the picture, and Typhon is so utterly lost on what to do, how to react. The sex will hurt , oh it definitely will, but what can he do? How can he keep his hands off of you when it’s all he can think about every day - every second of a single day? Every thought that dances in his monstrous head all involves touching you, embracing you - consuming your very essence and being and merging it with his own. But he can’t have that without hurting you , a reality he had never had to come to terms with before with his other bedpartners. So he would be clumsy - he would set you down gently onto the bed, careful to not jostle your body too much. Typhon would assess the situation - he’d approach the situation quite similarly to how he’d handle an injured comrade in battle. Hand on your forehead, he would brush your hair away from your face with his thumb, affection all over his face as he regards you.

“ There’s my girl ,” He’ll whisper deeply, his voice just a gentle whisper in the quiet of your musk-filled bedroom, riddled with the proof of your lovemaking. “ You’ll be good for me for just a bit longer, yeah? ” 

He isn’t the most experienced in terms of aftercare, hell - he would even contest to say it is the thing he had the least experience in. But in the clumsiness of his actions, there is no absence of love. 

B - Body Part 

Typhon has no particular interest in different body parts. As long as they are yours , then they are perfect. Regardless of how they conform to the current state of beauty standards of the time. Something that Typhon always found to be rather useless and stupid . There are more useful things to dedicate one’s life to than for the sole purpose of something as trivial and subjective as ‘beauty’. 

However as for himself, he would say his favourite part of his body would be his teeth, they were his first weapon, the first thing he’d use to defend himself as a young boy and still one of the more reliable weapons of his arsenal. As long as he has his teeth, he will never truly be ‘defenseless.’ He finds them to also be quite useful in the bedroom as well, where he’d apply just the slightest bit of pressure onto your skin, decorating you from head to toe with the fluttering touches of his sharpened teeth. What can you do under him but accept as the first layers of your skin are bruised and broken under his canines? Every time he breaks the barrier of skin with his teeth, he could hardly contain the excited glint in his eyes, tail swiping left and right in a manner similar to a dog wagging its tail, -

“Breathtaking, my dear,” He would breathe out, into your ear, your blood still fresh and wet on his lips as he pressed against the shell. “Absolutely breathtaking.”

A hand will come up to cup the other side of your face, his face now pressed closer to yours, nose digging into your cheek and ears as he does so. A shiver runs through his entire body, “I have to stop here,” He would whisper - almost like a plea, but not for your ears alone, “ I have to - I must. You will not survive otherwise, if… If I indulge myself further. ” 

C - Cum

Typhon possesses semen that is … quite different from others, to say the least. It is because as a sea monster who was built for life in the rougher part of the open ocean, his cum was made to stay within his chosen mate to ensure that his seed would take in their womb. It’s incredibly sticky in consistency and incredibly thick, whose purpose is to ensure that it fills the mate’s womb and stays within there until a seed takes hold. In the case where his cum overflows from your raw overstimulated cunt, that is also a feature of his reproductive ability, where he needs to ensure as much of his seed has been stuffed into your womb as much as possible. It is quite normal for cum to overflow out of your cunt after the first round. 

He isn’t an enjoyer of cumming anywhere that's not inside. To him it’s a shame and a waste of resources and a waste of an opportunity to breed you. But if a child is already growing in your swollen womb, he wouldn’t exactly be complaining as much. Typhon would be more inclined to cover you in cum on land rather than on sea, as that would mean it won’t be much of a ‘waste’ and he gets to smell his scent on you. Oh that's another thing - his scent would stay for a long time, even a little over two weeks after you’ve washed it off initially. It simply is the greatest way to ward off against any other monsters or potential ‘rivals’ who would dare to try and challenge him for his claim on you. 

Typhon would find the most joy in your struggle to keep the cum inside and to not let it flow out of you. It’s such a futile struggle, he knows that it’s impossible to keep it all in. He was built to give excessive amounts of cum to ensure something takes in your womb, it’s supposed to flow out of you naturally and yet here you are, pathetically tightening up around nothing. Clenching your stretched out pussy in an attempt to close or to save face, only to end up squeezing out whatever was already flowing out of you in the first place in such a lewd display. He would reach out to graze his palm over your pubic mound, retracting his claws just so he could rub his thumb over your stretched out slit, admiring the way it twitches and flutters under his touch. 

“You’re going to be a mother, you know?” He would purr smugly, watching the way your thighs flinch and tremble as he is hardly applying any pressure on you. “How can you conduct yourself this way? Shameless little whore.” 

He would use his thumb to push back against the seemingly never ending stream of cum against your gaping hole, grinning to himself at the little sounds you make in response to his touch as he roughly holds you in place. If you begin to squirm and whine, he’d only be more delighted. Excited even - you shouldn’t be surprised that you’ll be going for another round. 

“What? Isn’t this what you wanted, you little slut?” 

D - Dirty Secret 

Typhon never felt the need to hide before, his way of life has always to live shamelessly and bravely. To hide away, especially your desires, is just something that doesn’t make sense to him. He was the King of Monsters after all, the Scourge of the Heavens, propriety, shame, consciousness - these were not concepts that he kept in mind of. But he was capable of understanding such concepts, which is what distinguishes him from other monsters. However, the capability to understand and grasp these concepts are not the same as actually applying them in reality. 

With that being said, it is affection, essentially Tantric sex where he could fully immerse himself into the exchange of emotions, sensations and experience with his partner. The kind of sex that was not rough or monstrous for the sake of procreation or beastly mating habits. But a sexual encounter that is far more intimate than his mind would ever allow, the kind that would require him to forget , to discard his monstrous mindset for just a moment to fully immerse himself in the intimacy of it all. This is not something he would divulge so easily, as he finds it to be terrifying rather than embarrassing. If anything, he’d rather slice his own heart out with his mother’s rib once more than to let anyone know that he enjoys this sort of sex or that he desires it so much to the point that his mind and body has essentially recognized it as a forbidden act. 

It is an act that demands him to be mortal. 

“Sex is a tool for the vulnerable and weak to find some sort of footing with those who are above them,” He would grumble as he would look towards his hand, his eyes won’t meet yours as he speaks. Too close , too intimate , his mind warns darkly. “And I am not vulnerable nor weak.”

E - Experience

Typhon wasn’t a virgin, that much was certain. As a monster, he has mating cycles that would require him to find a mate or to bear with it alone. For a great deal of his adolescence and until he was a young adult, he handled it alone. He was quite the romantic as a child due to his upbringing, where the Harlot would read to him romance stories of Kings and Princes wooing their respective Queens and Princesses. He was enraptured with such stories and had wanted a romance like that for himself, so he saved himself until he lost it all. 

When he lost his siblings, when he was faced with the reality that the World is cruel and uncaring, he had lost his desire for romance. Like everything else, he assumed those stories were lies - what else could they be? Humans can’t possibly be kind, loving , not when they’ve taken his beloved younger siblings and tore them apart for their origins. No, they must all be lies like everything else that was taught to him when he lived in the Underworld Estate. 

As soon as Typhon was an adult, he left home and began his journey that led to him obtaining the title of the King of Monsters. On his way, he had … obtained an appetite for sex, as he uses it as a sort of ‘mild form’ of conquering. Sex to him, is a form of claiming - of taking ownership of someone’s body and anatomy, similar to the act of conquering. Hence, he took on many lovers, male, female, intersex and gender neutral. He wasn’t picky as long as they were pretty and fit his type. Which usually falls within the scope of being small, gentle spoken and pretty. His varied sexual experience allows him to know many things, to have learned many tips and tricks from different cultures, different people groups with very different sexual experiences of their own. He would make use of this knowledge to make sure you’d never known satisfaction with any other, either man, woman or monster. 

“Do you enjoy this, my dearest? You should speak up if you do,” He would ask as he tightens the binds over your arms and legs, relishing in your muffled whines as the harsh material digs into your skin. Typhon would laugh as he traced the areas where your skin had been rubbed raw by the rope. “This is a technique from a culture long gone. I’ve incinerated every trace of them . Wiped them off from the face of history as they were far too much of a bother to my reign back then. But… you must admit, they certainly do know how to enjoy themselves.” 

F - Favourite Position

Typhon prefers to be dominant and on the top, he does not accept any position where he is penetrated or topped by others. Despite what his body may have the capabilities for that, such as; him having the capability of adopting ‘female reproduction’ in the event where there is a lack of females in the environment. Of course , this is not readily known information and he would rather throw himself into an active volcano than tell this to anyone, even to you. No amount of trust, affection, devotion or deep bond would get him to willingly admit this to anyone. Nothing. 

With that being said, he isn’t completely against not being dominant, as long as he is still doing the penetration. This is mostly reserved for you rather than more casual bedpartners, much preferring to indulge you because he enjoys seeing your satisfaction more than anything. Additionally - suppose it was also something he had hidden within himself. To be desired , to feel and experience that someone as … hideous and sinful as him, would be bestowed the honor of being your object of desire. It makes his monstrous heart flutter and makes him rather flustered, it’d be easy to make him whimper and blush when you take on a more dominant role during the rare times when the situation calls for it. He’d hate it if you point out how adorable he looks though and Typhon won’t waste any time in switching your positions and pummeling you into the sheets until your cervix bruises and all you see is stars. 

His favourite overall sex position would be a mating press, missionary, and sideways. He loves all positions that would allow him to face you, for him to be able to gaze upon your visage as he ravages you into the sheets. Watching as you get lost in the pleasure and to see lust swimming in your eyes would bring him over the edge quite quickly. However, his least liked positions are definitely the more ‘animalistic’ positions, like doggy style, reverse cowgirl, or anything that requires taking you from the back. He doesn’t like it as he does not like any reminder that he was a beast, a monster in any form. However, when he goes into his rut, it is his favourite position as it was ideal. When he is in rut, he does not have the time to think of intimacy or affection, all he wanted at the moment was to breed you. To release everything he had pent up within his gut for the purpose of impregnating you.

“How dare you,” Harsh breathing would tickle the back of your neck, his teeth bared as he was struggling against his instincts to bite down on the nape of your neck. His arms caging you underneath him, Typhon would let another shudder through his body as he would sink deep into you. “How fucking dare you - tempting me, teasing me when you know - you fucking know you little … haaah … you fucking vixen . You little minx . You know, you know that I’m so fucking close to my rut and here you are, swinging your hips and batting your eyes at me like you don’t have a worry in the world.” Sinking his teeth into your neck, the last thing he’d say before he viciously devours you whole on your wedding bed is; “You only have yourself to fucking blame.” 

G - Goofy

Typhon is a large monster with a lot of non-human features, slitted mouth, gills on his neck, scars on his body, clawed hands, monstrous legs, his strong destructive tail and not to mention his twin cocks that are snugly hidden in a pouch-like area located in his pubic mound area. So there is bound to have some funny goofy times to have happened. He probably doesn’t think his appearance is anything special, but if you take any specific interest in his appearance, he would feel a bit self conscious and flustered . For the longest time, he was just the only one of his kind before he came into contact with his birth father, so he would be at a loss of what to answer if you have any questions about his different body parts. 

He is also quite ticklish at times, so there may be a time when during sex, he may begin to feel a bit squirming if you decide to play with the slit of his pouch containing his twin cocks. Typhon would actually be very flustered and would try to push you away, warning you weakly as he would try to escape you (futilely). 

“If you do not w- hmngh …. i-if , ugh-! If you don’t want to lose your hands, you best keep them to yourself this instant! Unhand me at once!” 

H - Hair

Typhon’s monster form does not really need hair. He only has hair really because of his unusual constitution that allows him to resemble more like a human. He really only has the hair on his head in his monster form, he doesn’t possess the capability to grow out pubic hair on any parts of his body. Even if he takes on a human form this would be the case as taking on a human appearance does not necessarily change the very structure of your hormones and genes. However, this won’t be the case if he was born human. 

As a mortal man from birth, he was raised with a very traditional mindset of what a man should be and should look like. Thus why, even when he’s not an older adult male yet, Typhon has very rugged features, skin rough and textured from working hard under the sun and not really caring for it as he should be. His hair is also kept at a very short and neat length, manageable and masculine. Sometimes he’d let it grow out a bit, but it would never grow long enough where it’d go past the nape of his neck. But as for his facial hair, when he reaches his mid-forties, he does grow out a stubble that he would only shave whenever you ask. He thinks the stubble makes him look cool. Otherwise, he would never let it grow out into a beard though. 

His pubic hair is always well trimmed, he doesn’t like shaving it altogether. He does take care of himself despite how he may act. In the event where Typhon looks messy is to give you a reason to chide him and help him tidy up, which is one of Typhon’s favourite activities with you. Handing you the blade as he takes a low seat to make sure you can reach his face, he would lean into your touch as you apply the shaving cream on his face. 

“Be gentle with me, won’t you, sweetheart?” 

I - Intimacy 

Romance doesn’t come easy to Typhon , as he was raised on romance only to be betrayed by the ‘illusion’ of humanity’s ‘love.’ Thus, intimacy is as strange to him as air is to a fish, however this doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what it is. It’s just that it is something he has never experienced before or - if he had, it has been utterly ruined to the point that it has festered a resentment deep within his heart for it. However, when it’s you - when it’s you, he can learn, he’s willing to learn. Willing to let go of the years of hurt and resentment and learn to love - just for you . When he first loves, Typhon is clumsy, he doesn’t know what things to do or how things work, he thinks he’s failing. But he is always the first to wake up in the morning on important dates, always the first to sneak out to prepare his present for you and makes sure you never once realize the amount of hard work and preparation he put into surprising you. He is the first to notice when you have a new interest, spending his free time during the nights to study it, understand where your interests stem from so that you would not be alone in your passion. 

He loves quietly , in ways you do not notice. Actually, he’ll make sure you’ll never notice them. He’d die from embarrassment if you do. His heart may be a bit more fragile than one would have assumed when looking upon him. That is because when he loves , he is not himself - he is a version of Typhon that he had long buried not out of hate, but out of protectiveness. The part of him which he allows only you to experience, the boy who loved the stories of Knights, Princesses and Dragons that he would retell over and over again by the crib of his younger sister, and the one who dreams of one day having that love for himself. 

A love that he had found in you.

J - Jerk Off

He doesn’t really masturbate, Typhon has no need for it as he would simply just use you or hibernate. Which is what he usually does during times of intense arousal when he was a young monster. The thought of touching his privates and doing such acts disgusted him and even as an adult, he never had the need to use any tools or his hands to get off, as there were plenty of men and women alike who were willing to throw themselves at his feet. He remembered them with little fondness, regarding them as nothing more but; “Desperate whores,” Typhon’s eyes would shine with a glint of cruelty that was unlike any you’d ever seen during your days with him. Perhaps after being a recipient to his gentleness, his love for so long - it was only natural that such cruelty and dismissiveness was something unbelievable. “Nothing more than cunning minxes who wanted my title and hoped to earn it by making a throne of my hips.”

However, he would find that with you, he’d love to get creative. Typhon would come to find that enjoys stroking one of his twin cocks against your face and your body parts, like your breasts or sex. He would relish in the way you twitch and flinch at the appendage basically rubbing up against you. But don’t get him wrong now, this play is only reserved solely for getting him nice and hard, cock fully erect with the bulbous head painfully twitching. Itching for a womb to latch onto to finally unload the pent up load Typhon had in store for you. 

“Now Princess, don’t think you’re free just yet,” He’d say with a breathless chuckle, bringing you close by the leg as you had attempted to flee him earlier. Did it matter to him that you were spent and exhausted? Not exactly. He can always make it up to you later after all. Bringing your face close to his still painfully hard cock right, where his precum would drip right onto your cheek. “Come on, open that pretty mouth wide for me and drink it all up like a good girl, yeah? Don’t want my seed to go to waste now do you?” 

K - Kink

To ask Typhon what his favourite kink is not too dissimilar to the act of asking a food critic for their favourite dish. It’s difficult to pinpoint one exact type of thing to like when he has tasted everything and equally enjoyed everything. Simultaneously, he is also incredibly picky about what he’d like to do with you in bed. For example, he isn’t the biggest fan of bringing pain to his bedpartners, but he enjoys the tears, the begging - the absolute pathetic display you put on when you’re on his bed, bullied to tears. He can’t get enough of it. 

Despite these contradictions, he is aware of a few kinks that he’s confident that he enjoys. Degrading speech and other methods, whether verbal or physical, displays of degradation that he’d like to put his bedpartners through. The degradation is mostly an affirmation of his position as a person, the one with the power and authority. Not exactly the position in the relationship specifically but simply a proof that he has the ability and strength to do whatever he wants with you, that you are utterly helpless beneath him. A thought that excites him greatly at the prospect of toying with your very life right in the palm of his hands as you beg for release. He enjoys admiring you and spilling filth into your lovely ears, watching as you squirm and flush under his undivided attention. 

“You’re such a fucking slut for getting all wet like this,” Typhon would whisper as he digs his fingers into your cunt, chuckling as he squeezes another breathless whimper from your hoarse throat. Were you overwhelmed? Were you feeling cornered? Good . Typhon would keep his eyes levelled on you, “All I did was call you a loose little church whore and here you are, leaking over my hands like a bitch in heat. Is that all you are? Just a loose little cocksleeve that’d take whatever cock is attached to a mean mouth like mine?” 

With a pause, he would lean closer to your ear, pressing his wet lips to the shell of your flushed burning ear as he breathed nice and slow. “Learn some shame.” 

L - Location

The question of Typhon’s true nature is always up for discussion. A question that even his own birth mother cannot answer definitively, as it is difficult to understand where he falls within the category of either ‘man’ or ‘monster.’ With that being said, Typhon definitely enjoys getting creative with the location where he’d take you carnally. He wasn’t exactly the most picky with location besides thinking of your comfort first and foremost. For example, this perverted monster would hardly have any qualms of taking you against the violent currents of the beach while pressing you against the sand, but it won’t exactly be the most comfortable position for you. 

However, if comfort is not an issue, he would happily take you in any environment that allows for such ‘creativity’ that he desires for. For example, the throne room, where the only object maintaining the dignity of the two of you is a single curtain that partitions you and the crowd of potential ‘audiences’ from witnessing your debauchery with their King. Typhon probably wouldn’t have minded an audience who was aware of the fact that he was fucking his Queen on his lap while sitting on the greatest throne the world has ever known. But he also had a horrid jealousy streak, one he’d make known to you through the use of his fingers stuffed comfortably into your mouth as he fucks you nice and slowly . Impaling you on one of his twin cocks and watching as your hips stutter and buck against the length buried comfortably inside of you. 

Pressing a chaste kiss to the nape of your neck, Typhon would bury his nose into the juncture where your neck and shoulders meet, pressing a smile against your skin. “My love, you’re slowing down,” He would comment with an uncharacteristic softness that was uncommonly found on his tongue. A hand will leave the armrest and snake over to wrap itself around your waist. “If you do not wish for the entirety of the Court to know of your state, you best keep up the pace. Otherwise, I’d be forced to do as I please with you and let everyone know what a whore you are for me.” 

M - Motivation

Typhon tries to keep his instincts at bay and to keep his conduct appropriate. Try as he might, it doesn’t take a genius to notice his ‘tells’ when something gets him excited, when something is riling him up to the point that you just know - once you’re in a private area with him, you weren’t going to feel your lower half for a good handful of hours. Such tells are usually small, the twitch of a mouth, the way his eyelids had narrowed and his gaze stays on you for a beat longer than normal. When his hands brush against yours in a way that has him tracing the indents of the back of your hand. And lastly, the most obvious of all, when he gives you a wink before gesturing for you to come follow him into the broom closet for a surprise you are already aware of. 

However, there are times when he’s less discreet of it. And that's usually for the times when you’ve teased him a bit too much, perhaps you’ve leaned in a bit too close while wearing a dress whose cut dipped a bit too low in your bosom area. Perhaps it is because you’ve enticed him with your gentle kind voice, that carries with it a melody that he wants to get drunk on like a relapsed alcoholic. His motivation, the ignition to his desire has always and will always be you, there is no one else he desires far more than he does you. You’re the only person that can undo him into the incoherent hormonal mess that he was, stripping him off of any dignity he carries as a King, enslaving him to his desires like an adolescent boy. 

Should he ever find you singing in your bedroom together, he would grab you from the back, embracing you into a passionate embrace before rushing to make you face him. Capturing your lips in his own, nothing like a lover but a starved beast instead, - “Hold still, let me - let me taste you, just like this,” He would pant desperately into your own mouth, capturing your tongue with the tips of his lips as he would use his hands to pull your head close to him. Noses colliding and teeth nearly clacking together. “Hah, you will make an addict out of me. I cannot get enough of you, not when you’re everything I’ve ever desired in this life and the last.”

N - No 

Typhon does not desire to take on a bottom role, he would never - he would never allow himself to be ‘conquered’ in a sense. He is the King of Monsters, the leader, the only Monster to have ever risen to the Heavens and claimed the Throne for himself - at least for a time. He does not find that such a position underneath someone, taking a more ‘bottom’ role, is something that is suitable for someone of his caliber. This does not necessarily mean he looks down on the role itself though, but he does have some very backwards logic when associating with this sort of role. 

Either way there are other things he’s not very into, mostly quite extreme things such as someone suffocating him, someone hunting him, etc. Essentially, he does not wish to be on the receiving end of … certain things. That is really where his lines are crossed. But otherwise? He is open to the idea of being the ‘perpetrator’ of those certain things , which is what makes all the difference to him. 

Typhon’s eyes will shine in interest when you propose an idea to him, a fun little plot for you to play to spice up your night in the bedroom. But at the mention of you even taking on a more dominant position there, he would only laugh and reach over to pet your cheek in a degrading and playful manner. Dismissive. “Hunter? You? My dear, you’re far too fragile, far too soft for that,” He would murmur, eyes nearly glowing as a shadow cast over his face, leaning his head down towards yours, so that your foreheads were nearly touching. Tips of your noses brushing ever so slightly as his eyes bore into yours. His eyes were so clear and full of his arousal, that you could clearly see the reflection of yourself in that gaze. It was a clear demonstration that he had already set his sights on a goal. “How about you take on that role next time, hm? For now, let me take the lead and I can show you how it’s done.” Not like he intends for you to ever take on the role at all, but you don’t need to know that, do you?

O - Oral

Receiving, giving, receiving, giving - Typhon enjoyed oral sex to a very large extent. He enjoys every bit of oral because to him it is the highest form of worship. To use one’s mouth to pleasure, is the greatest form of devotion. When he became intimate with you for the first time, he found an altar between your thighs, and a prayer in your moans. Typhon is not above the act of giving oral himself, in fact, it is his favourite thing to do. To witness you come undone on a simple tongue wiggling and nudging against your clit and pussy lips is a wonderful and delicious sight overall. But of course, how can he not mention his favourite part? When you’ve reached the peak of your pleasure, when your sex begins to twitch against his mouth and nose, he’d watch as you come undone by your orgasm. 

Personally, when he is receiving oral, he is a bit more relaxed, a bit more controlled. He cannot lose himself when it’s your safety on the line after all. His twin cocks weren’t exactly the regular appendage a normal mortal would expect to take or handle during their lifetime. So he wishes to be careful, he would be gentle when he guides you to them, assuring you with gentle coos that you’re doing so well for him. He would be the kindest when doing oral with you for the first time, where his hands would thread through your hair with affection and his voice would be quivering but steadied for your sake, “ Hah … that’s right, sweetheart. Just like that,” Typhon would feel his head getting lighter, dizzy with the arousal and the lack of blood flow as it was all going right down to his twin cocks that you were mouthing and sucking on, “You’re doing so well, baby. So so good for me. ” 

But once you’ve gotten used to it, he’d be a bit more adventurous with it. Definitely he wouldn’t take your face and facefuck you onto his cocks until he was satisfied. No, that might actually kill you in the process. What he’d do would be to train your gag reflex and what he’d do instead would be to place you down on the ground right next to the bed and bottom himself out into your mouth while pushing the back of your head right against the edge of the mattress. Essentially suffocating you as he fucks you shallowly, nice and deep to get you used to the stretch of your throat and mouth. “That’s it girl, just take it slow - Just like that, nice and easy,” He says, as if he wasn’t practically smothering your nose with his pubic mound, forcing you to take in his scent as he stretches your throat out. “You’ll get used to it in no time, babe.”

P - Pace

Unironically, the stubborn King of Monsters is actually quite accommodating when the situation calls for it. Most of the time, because his choice of partners are usually someone who was quite different from him in terms of physical attributes and their capacity to handle rough lovemaking. Typhon is capable of understanding this much at least of his partner’s limitations and their incapability to keep up with him. If anything he feels that it is his duty as the stronger one in the relationship to take charge and to set the pace that would suit his partners the most. When he touches you the first time, he is experimental, he sees what you can handle, what your body responds to. He makes note of the areas that have you keening and leaning into his touch, writhing your body in the way that makes the saliva build up behind his teeth.

“ Precious little thing, aren’t you?” He would whisper as his hand cups your pubic mound, large monstrous fingers massaging and teasing the slit of your pussy lips. “So soft and so reactive to the smallest touches from me. How can we go all the way without me breaking you?” 

He studies your reactions, your limits, and your pleasures. And once he finally has the confidence to be intimate with you, he will treat you gently. He would prepare you for days, ensuring that the muscles on your body are stretched out well where Typhon can easily ease one of his twin cocks into you. The feeling of your cavern stretching and squeezing around him, pelvic muscles flexing and struggling to accommodate his size as he pushes into you, has his mind reeling with hunger. Saliva was already running down his throat as he had to restrain his hips from canting forward and thrusting deeper than what your body can handle at the moment. 

For the first time, he probably wouldn’t be able to fit the whole thing inside. A few inches that he wasn’t able to fit into you. Yet, at least. “We’re going to start and slow, alright baby? We’re gonna do things just the way you want,” Typhon would say as he grunts, shifting and adjusting his legs and hips to better angle himself. Stroking your lower abdomen, he would continue, “And once your pretty cunt is all nice and loose for me, we can start getting a bit more serious~.” 

Q - Quickie

Typhon is a handsy little bastard with an appetite to match the vulgarity. To be honest, he’s not as handsy with you unless you’re married. Suppose it’s in part due to his upbringing as a young boy to respect and take care of your spouse, regardless of what he has experienced in his life that had led to him being this jaded and cynical over companionships and mortals. Intimacy with Typhon would only begin after the wedding night, where you have officiated your union. Afterward, it’s all downhill from there (mostly for you.) 

He cannot keep his hands off of you, large clawed hands, roughly and discreetly groping your waist, backside, the rib area underneath your bosom, where his fingers would trace the curvature of your underboob. He would take his time to inhale your scent, to taste your skin, regardless of what you’ve been doing earlier. Typhon wasn’t a discreet one either, pawing at you like an untrained dog as he pants against your ear, even when you are currently speaking to an associate, a friend, or even a subordinate. He didn’t care that they were watching him, if anything - he wanted the whole Kingdom to know how much he desired you. How much he needs you and is obsessed over you. 

It’s in part because he is utterly frustrated of having people coming to him, doubting his love and devotion to you. Questioning how long he will remain interested in you, when you’re his fucking wife. He wants everyone to see how this obsession - this devotion, is far more than whatever interest they’ve convinced themselves it was. It was not fleeting lust, it wasn’t some shallow concept of ‘love’, no to him it was religious - to him, your presence was more like air for the lungs than a companion to himself. To him, you are not an equal but his God, his everything. And as a horrid heretic, perverted in his worship for you, the only way he can demonstrate his devotion is in the desperation of his kisses on your skin, mouth latching and sucking on any bits and pieces he can consume, hands roughly unravelling your clothes and savagely groping and grasping at your exposed body. 

“I’ll be quick,” He lies through his smile, lust swimming in his eyes as he devours your lips whole, “They wouldn’t notice a bit.” 

R - Risk 

Although Typhon is knowledgeable of the different ideas and concepts of sexual enjoyment and how mortals pleasure themselves. It’s very confusing to him when you wish to … do more than just penetrative sex. Suppose it’s the beastly part of him who only views sex for the end result of procreation. Although he understands that sex can be for enjoyment, he has a very narrow understanding or a very ‘traditiona l’ view of what sex constitutes as. He doesn’t understand that sex can be non-penetrative for example, and so anything that involves risk-taking or trying out new things would have to be initiated by you most of the time. 

However, this doesn’t mean that he wouldn’t initiate it himself sometimes. For him, the risk is not in experimenting different forms of sex that he wasn’t aware of but rather experimenting on already existing kinks, such as public sex. Discussion of kinks with him would be awkward though, overall - as he would be quite at a loss of most of the things you’ve brought forth towards him. 

“You want me to…. Tighten my grip around your neck while we copulate?” Typhon would stare at you with… mild interest and a lot of concern. His head tilted to the side as he studied you, did this perhaps warrant a bit more… attention of some sort? Perhaps some professional help? “You are aware that this… uhm, activity would hurt you, yes? My grips are not known to be gentle nor soft.” 

S - Stamina

The title of the King of Monsters isn’t for show. Typhon was a specimen specifically requested by the World’s Balance to become the pinnacle of monstrous nature, a monster amongst beasts. Hence, his unending endurance and stamina are only to be expected of someone of Typhon’s nature. He is quite proud of it actually, being able to endure many obstacles and hardships, his body made to withstand pressure that would’ve crushed any monster and his ability to outpace even the fastest sky-dwellers. He was an Apex predator in every sense of the word and he makes this known even to his mate in the bedroom. 

Like before, he would let you take over with the pacing, let you set what you want from him that night. His greed has reins and they are his affection towards you. Typhon wouldn’t overstimulate you to the point of exhaustion in the first hour if he can help it. But regardless of whether you decide for something rough and fast or slow and sweet, he was going to last a very very long time. Having the ability to orgasm multiple times in a row, only needing to stop and ‘rest’ after two to three rounds, where each round lasts an hour or two at least. Typhon loves giving you things, he loves indulging you, spoiling and pampering you in ways you had never experienced before. And this includes giving you the pleasure you so desired, did you like having your cervix stimulated? The way he stirs his hips in the way where his long and hard cock rocks into your teased womb, causing your toes to curl and eyes to roll to the back of your head? He was so utterly obsessed with you, that seeing you lost in your pleasure, would be the only thing that gets him to finish quicker. 

“You make one hell of a cocksleeve, you know that?” He’ll say while he pants, his saliva peaking from his mouth, overflowing from the back of his teeth as he looks down at you. Eyes teasing and degrading as his gaze rakes over your trembling and quivering form, “A shame you can’t last a bit longer, though it’s not like I don’t mind it. I probably wouldn’t ever get off of you if that was the case.”  

T - Toys

He does not like the usage of toys. He finds them offensive. When Typhon finds you toying with yourself with such products, his handsome face would twist into a sneer as he would march over, and grab the toy from your hand. Insult ready on his lips as he throws the toy across the room and climb right on top of you, “Am I not enough for you, you fucking whore ? Is that it? I leave you alone for a good hour and your cunt is already aching for a replacement to fulfill it?” He knows that it wasn’t that serious, but he was utterly and overly possessive of you.

You are his wife. HIS wife. What the fuck are you doing, pleasuring yourself on these vulgar, pathetically sized tools that could hardly keep inside of your loose, overused pussy? Perhaps in mortal-standards, they would perhaps be quite outstanding in size, but such a case shouldn’t be applicable to you. You, who had been taking him for all these years, who had bore him children and taken him again and again, bearing the sole burden of receiving his administration of pleasure. Yet, here you lay on his bed, your thighs quivering with barely contained lust, inner areas coated in wetness that he assumes were the proof of your orgasms from that horrid thing. He will make sure to have it properly disposed of and you will be barred from purchasing or getting your hands on such items again. 

“Since you’re so fucking greedy , I guess I have to do my duties as your husband to properly sate you, huh? You little loose pervert ,” Crawling on top of you, there was a dangerous glint of lust in his eyes that was mixed with anger and possessiveness. He was pissed, oh Typhon was pissed as all hell . How dare you, how dare you touch yourself in such a horrible way on his bed under his roof? How dare you sully your sacred body with that vulga r thing? He understands, as a wife you are bound to make mistakes at some point. Everyone does. But now, you must learn. “Then hold on tight, wife. I’ll make sure you’re properly sated this time. As it is my duty to do so.”

U - Unfair

There was no one more unfair than the King of Monsters, who believes everything and anything exists for his own purpose and nothing more. Therefore, Typhon wholly believes that your pleasure and existence shall be dedicated to him and him alone, to his pleasure, to his whims and nothing more. It’s certainly selfish and clearly demonstrates that despite all the love and affection he has of you, it is to a certain extent. 

As a monster, your existence as his partner is not too dissimilar to a possession but a possession in which he reveres you like a God. You are sacred , you are holy , you are blessed and he will not treat you anything else than such, but by the heavens you are his and his alone. You are his wife to embrace, his person to kiss and his hole to breed . What you give to him is expected of you, and what is expected of him is nothing more than a demonstration of his good and overly sharing nature that you should be grateful of. The existence of ‘fairness’ and ‘just’ are all terms which hold subjective meanings in the reality that Typhon shapes, the world which he rules over are all dependent on his judgement and his alone. Therefore, the ‘unfairness’ you experience is simply ‘fair’ and you have never experienced unfairness before. That makes sense now doesn’t it? 

He will make this known when he is teasing you, where you are restrained to the bed, your back flushed against the luxurious sheets, legs pulled up and spread to where your ankles are bound and placed next to each side of your head. Your beautiful little cunt now on full display for his and his alone. It was such a delicious display of a meal too, Typhon can already feel the twitch in his pants that indicates his excitement to devour you whole. But no , today was just for him - and you were such a good little wife to indulge in his appetite. 

“She’s all red and twitching,” He would mumble as he touches upon your neglected sex, chuckling as he watched as the lips flutter and clench around his knuckle as he bends a finger and brushes the knuckle of his forefinger across your slit. He would chuckle again when he notices your hips twitch and thrust forward, desperate to gather friction, “Ooh, impatient , are we? You know, good girls don’t demand things. Good girls lay down there, and take what’s given. You’re going to be a good girl, won’t you, dearest?” 

V - Volume 

Anyone who has spent just an hour with Typhon would know right from the start that this monster loves the sound of his own voice. Absolutely obsessed with just speaking and letting himself be heard by everyone and anyone. It was the arrogance that came with the crown that sits upon his head and the title that he bears on his shoulders. Who can blame him really for having the ego the size of Primordial Fafnir? He was raised to be the perfect specimen and that was what he was told all his life. He was reassured that there was no other monster in this world whose caliber can match his own. This unfortunately is also seen with his speech, the way he refers to himself, the way he refers to others and the way he refers to you. 

He is quite fond of you, his little wife, although it would be difficult to say that he makes no exceptions to who would be subjected to his long winded talks and rants that would have anyone scrambling to stuff their ears with cotton over their frustration. Especially when he had first met you for the first time, his smugness radiated from his very monstrous form as he leaned against a wall, his black hair falling over his face as his dark gaze steadied on your shaking own. Yet, you caught his attention, as either out or courage or foolishness, you didn’t back down once. “Playing the hero today, are we?” His voice was smooth like the Gods’ nectar, and a match to his handsome visage. Infuriating. “Let’s see what cards you have up your sleeve, sweetheart.” 

When you are married to him and you’ve begun being intimate with him… he does not change unfortunately, his favourite thing to do during the lovemaking is usually the act of spewing utter filthy rubbish in your ear as he grinds and thrusts his hips against yours. The lewd slaps of skin accompanying the echo of his voice as he presses his hot mouth to the shell of your ear, his breath tickling you, “Do you feel that, the way my cock is bruising the entrance to your womb? The ridges catching onto every and each nook and aahha …. Hoh … Cranny in your cun and dragging alongside your insides? Slowly and slightly massaging and stretching you permanently over and over again until in the end, we’ve molded your pretty little whore pussy to be the perfect shape just for my cocks. ”

X - X-Ray

For one cock: (Length) 10.9 Inches. (Girth) 15 cm (5.9 Inches). Two of them. They’re blue . There’s an extra layer underneath the folds of the head, where a ‘knot’ like appendage would extend and lock itself into place when climaxing within a chosen mate. Very much above average even amongst his fellow sea monsters. 

Y - Yearning

Typhon's love for you shall never wane but he isn’t some pervert that is incapable of interacting with you without wanting to have sex with you. He is capable of going a few weeks to months without sex, which is exactly the case when you have recently given birth to a child or if you are unwell or injured in some form. He would allow your body to rest and he would do his best to care for you in any way possible. Thus, it is dependent on the situation and mood to really determine his sexual appetite for you and whether he desires you at the moment. 

Simultaneously, he can go for months straight wanting sex, desiring your body and wishing to mold your parts together and become one with you, as long and often as possible - if he could, he wishes for it to be permanent. To never have to part with you, to always be one and the same with you - that is his greatest wish in the world. It is possibly very annoying though, to have to deal with this type, because even after expressing your exhaustion or discomfort with the many rounds, he would simply look at you pathetically like a little boy who has done something wrong. Like he was not a grown man who had razed cities, wiped out civilizations and struck fear in the hearts of all those who remembered his name (and those who will know of his name). 

“Do you hate me, my dearest?” Typhon would whine childishly as he buried his face into your bosom, tilting his head up to peak over the mounds to look at you. “You hate me, there is no other reason for it. How can you not desire me so like how I desire you? Oh - oh, has your tolerance finally reached a limit? Have you finally realized how ugly - how hideous I am? I see, so you will leave me like this -.” He is utterly and unnecessarily dramatic.  

Z - Zzz

Typhon sleeps like a fucking log. You’d be lucky if you don’t get squashed when you’re sleeping together because he clings like a child during a nightmare. On top of that he snores. A lot. You best have some cotton ready to stuff down his throat when it gets too much.