I didn't mean to summon anything i swear...
But when your pussy's been begging for release for nearly five hours, soaked and twitching and utterly denied of orgasm, something in your brain gives out. Your thighs go numb, your clit turns into an angry, swollen nerve crying for mercy, and your body stops being yours. It belongs to the need. The ache. The desperation for a real fucking cock.
I'd used everything. Fingers? Cramped. Dildos? Worthless. Even my vibrator had died, probably in protest. My cunt had been filled with more things than a damn vegetable drawer eggplant included and yet here I was: still unsatisfied, still pulsing with unspent lust, still humping my sheets like a feral bitch in heat.
"I'd give anything for a real dick," I whimpered, ass high in the air, sweat rolling down my back, face mashed into my drool-soaked pillow. "A huge, filthy, monster cock... I don't care what it belongs to. Just shove it inside me."
The words hung in the air like a spell.
And maybe they were.
Because that's when everything shifted.
The room darkened not like the lights went out, but like the shadows grew. They bled across the ceiling, crawled along the walls, thick as ink, and the temperature dropped just enough to make my nipples harden into aching peaks. I lifted my head and blinked toward the foot of my bed... and froze.
Something was forming.
No someone.
From the swirling, oily dark, a figure stepped forward. Lean and impossibly tall, with obsidian-purple skin that shimmered like velvet under moonlight. Horns curled back from his brow, dark as onyx and ridged like ancient stone. His eyes were pits of black fire, and his face fuck, his face was beautiful in a way that made my breath catch and my thighs clench.
Not soft-beautiful.
Not human-beautiful.
But sculpted, ruthless, otherworldly.
No wings. No tail. Just him: tall, elegant, dangerous and absolutely real.
"W-who are you?" I croaked, dragging a blanket up to cover my bare tits, though my pussy was still shamelessly leaking onto the sheets below me.
His lips curled into a lazy smile, his voice like warm smoke as he stepped into the moonlight.
"I am Stefan the Seventh," he said. "Bound by covenant. Summoned by hunger. Yours... for now."
I swallowed hard. "You're a demon."
"Yes. And you're starving, aren't you?"
I wanted to deny it. Say something witty or brave. But my eyes dropped to the shadow swinging between his thighs.
And I forgot how to breathe.
His cock was massive.
No-inhuman.
Even soft, it was heavy and thick, hanging past his thighs. Darker than the rest of his skin, with a prominent, swollen head that gleamed faintly in the low light. Veins pulsed up the sides like living things, and it twitched when he caught me staring.
I whimpered.
"Inspect it, pet," Stefan murmured. "Touch what you called for."
I crawled forward without thinking, the blanket slipping from my shoulders. When I reached him, I hesitated for just a second then wrapped both hands around his shaft.
And gasped.
Even with both fists clenched around it, there was still more. A few thick inches of shaft extended past my grip, untouched, and already stiffening as his cock pulsed with heat.
"Oh... f-fuck," I whispered.
"You like it?" he purred.
"I love it."
My hands began to move on their own, sliding up and down the slick, veined length. The skin was hot beneath my palms silken but unyielding. As I pumped him, the head swelled even further, leaking a single bead of precum that glistened like melted crystal.
I licked my lips, lost in the feeling, the weight of it. It was hypnotic. Pure sin in physical form.
"You summoned this cock with your cries," Stefan murmured, cupping my jaw in his clawed fingers. "And I intend to give you all of it. But first..."
He pushed me gently back onto the bed. I went willingly, legs spread wide, slick folds on full display. My pussy throbbed, pulsing like it knew what was about to happen.
"I need to taste what begged for me," he said, kneeling between my legs.
And then his mouth was on me.
Stefan didn't lick like a mortal man. He devoured. His tongue broad and wet and impossibly skilled parted my folds and lapped at the soaked flesh like he was tasting heaven. Every drag of his tongue over my clit made me jerk and moan, my hips lifting, chasing the friction I'd been denied all night.
"Oh, fuck fuck don't stop," I begged, fisting the sheets.
He didn't. He tongued my clit until it throbbed, teased my hole until I was sobbing. But every time I got close so close he pulled back, breathing hot across my soaked slit.
"You don't cum until I'm inside you," he warned. "That's the covenant. That's the price."
"I'll pay it," I panted, legs spread, heels digging into the mattress. "Just fuck me please do it now"
Stefan rose above me, the full length of his cock in hand, shining with my spit and his precum. He guided the head to my entrance, pressing against my soaked cunt.
And pushed.
The stretch was instant, brutal, perfect. I screamed, both in pleasure and sheer shock, as inch after thick inch forced its way inside me. My walls clung to him, twitching, spasming, adjusting to the impossible size.
Halfway in, I could already feel it in my stomach.
"Stefan oh my god" I cried out, back arching off the bed. "So fucking big"
"Take it," he growled, leaning over me. "You wanted it. Now take it."
