Three months went by, and I began to think maybe my encounter with Draxon had been a total hallucination. Had I simply dreamed of his monster cock, splitting me in half? Had his cum soaking my sheets been just the juices I'd leaked from using my toys? Had I merely imagined him; a figment of my lust-crazed heat?
I tried so hard to get on with my life, but every night for three whole months, I kept wishing for his return, for the sound of crinkling metal, for him to tower over my bed, cock in hand, and beckon me towards him. My pussy was constantly primed, to the point where I had to purchase a dildo as fat as my fist and long as my forearm to try and satisfy my cravings. But even as I lay panting, night after night, having squirted my juices across the bed, the dildo deep in my cunt, the need didn't disappear. If anything, it just grew stronger.
Which is how, one night, I found myself half-naked on my bed, wrapped around the body of my ex-boyfriend, trying desperately to simulate the experience I'd had with Draxon.
"Shit, babe, I'm so glad you called me," groaned Trent, humping his cock into my thong-clad pussy. Already my juices were soaking his chinos. "I've missed your tight little pussy so damn much."
"Shut up," I growled into his mouth. Draxon hadn't talked that much. Draxon hadn't needed to. I tore the shirt from his back, clawing at his skin, wishing it were blood-red instead of tan. "Fuck me rough and deep, use that cock like a weapon."
"Mmm," he moaned, despite my demand for silence. His hands kneaded at my breasts like they were twin mounds of dough. I tried to envisage claws instead of fingertips. "You want it, babe? You want it bad?"
I actually wanted to gag him, but the need coursing through my blood was too great. I freed his cock - which I'd once found impressive, but now filled me with disappointment - from its confines and presented myself to him, ass up, head down.
I closed my eyes and pictured Draxon behind me, feeding his ginormous dick into my tight little channel, his tail whipping my ass in a frenzy, his black eyes hot on my nape. He'd fuck me like a beast, make me his property, shove his cock so deep inside me that I'd taste it...
"Oh, fuck, you're so wet!" Trent said, obviously surprised at just how much I needed this. "No wonder you need me - this cock is all you'll ever want, isn't it, baby? Only my cock can - OOF!"
There was a sharp smack, and then a crash - I peeked over my shoulder just in time to see Trent hit the wall behind him, his naked form slumping to the floor.
A low, rumbling growl broke through my panic, and I looked up to see the object of my dreams, in the flesh, before my very eyes.
Draxon had returned.
"Oh, my beautiful little pet," he purred in that honeyed voice, making my insides quiver and my skin grow tight. "Did your cravings grow too strong? I have been watching you for some time, wondering what lengths you would go to, what you would do to fulfil your needs..." His black eyes gleamed, and a smirk crinkled his handsome face. "I could not allow a human male to partake in my treasure, however. I'm both disappointed and ... determined."
He flicked out a hand, and suddenly Trent was snapped upright, with bonds winding about his person, holding him in place as he struggled, his mouth gagged (finally) and eyes wide as he looked between Draxon and I.
Something embarrassingly similar to a mewl escaped me as I straightened to kneel on the bed before my demon lover. He was even more gorgeous than I remembered; his massive cock was already stiff, swinging from between his legs as he approached the beside, his broad chest calling me to climb and mount him as I'd done three months ago.
His clawed, red hand reached out to stroke my cheek tenderly. "All is well, pet. I'm here now, and I will not leave you to fend for your own desires again."
"Promise?" I pouted, nuzzling into his palm and all but purring at the warmth there.
He chuckled darkly. "I promise, kitten. Henceforth, you shall be bound to my side." When Trent gave a muffled cry, Draxon's grin widened, showing his pointed, white teeth. "Shall I demonstrate to this pathetic whelp how you like to be truly pleasured?"
I couldn't have asked for a more perfect proposition. "Please, Draxon." My pussy throbbed at the mention of his name. "Please, I need you!"