Bound by Lust: "Summoned and Owned"

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."

He bottomed out, hips flush with mine, the head of his cock nudging somewhere deep inside me places no toy or vegetable had ever reached. I shook beneath him, eyes glassy, drool sliding from the corner of my mouth as I tried to breathe.

Then he started to move.

It wasn't fast not at first. He rolled his hips in deep, dragging strokes, letting me feel every vein, every ridge, every pulse of his cock as he claimed my hole. My pussy squelched, soaked and stretched, gripping him like it never wanted to let go.

"You're perfect," he whispered into my ear. "Tight. Slick. Greedy."

His pace picked up. I started to scream.

The sound of his hips slamming into my ass echoed through the room, joined by my breathless moans and the slick, filthy noise of my cunt being pounded raw.

I was gone.

Ruined.

Nothing but a fucktoy for the demon I'd begged into existence.

My orgasm crashed over me without warning. A wet, violent burst of pleasure that had me convulsing around him, sobbing into his shoulder, fingers clawing his back as I gushed all over his cock.

But Stefan wasn't done.

He flipped me effortlessly onto my stomach, lifted my ass, and slid back inside in one brutal thrust. I screamed again, body jolting forward. His pace was ruthless now--no more teasing. Just raw, relentless fucking.

"I'm going to fill this cunt," he snarled, thrusting harder. "You're going to leak me for days."

"Do it," I cried, tears streaking down my face. "Breed me. Fuck me full. Please"

He slammed in once, twice then came with a guttural growl, hot cum exploding inside me. I felt it rush in, pressure building as his cock pulsed and pumped, filling every inch of my womb with thick, heavy seed. It leaked from my pussy before he even pulled out, dripping in milky rivers across my thighs.

When he withdrew, I collapsed. Used. Claimed. Marked.

Stefan the VII leaned over me, brushing sweat-matted hair from my face.

"I'll return," he promised, dragging a claw along the bite on my shoulder. "You're mine now."

And then, just like that, the shadows swallowed him again.

And I lay there, in a puddle of cum and pleasure and sin, praying he'd come back soon.

It had been a week.

Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand minutes of craving.

Since the night Stefan the VII demon of desire, master of torment, breaker of cunts had summoned himself into her room and ruined her for all lesser pleasures, she'd waited. Every night she'd lay naked on her soaked sheets, her thighs sticky, her pussy aching, her fingers deep inside her... but it never worked. Not the same way. Not even close.

It was like her body knew.

Knew that nothing would satisfy her unless it came from him.

She tried everything. Toys. Fingers. Shower heads. New dildos one even shaped like a demon dick from some fucked-up novelty site. But the moment she pressed anything inside herself, her brain would scream: Not enough.

Too small. Too smooth. Too mortal.

Even her vibrator the one that used to make her squirt in under sixty seconds just made her feel annoyed now. She was overstimulated, underfucked, and practically losing her mind with need.

The demon had rewired her.

And he'd vanished.

No whispers in her dreams. No dark shape in the corner of her room. No smoke, no claws, no cock.

"Stefan," she whispered one night, legs spread and glistening under the covers, tears stinging her eyes. "Why won't you come back?"

That night, she came barely. A twitchy, unsatisfying little blip of an orgasm that left her more frustrated than relieved. Her cunt ached afterward like it was punishing her. This isn't who we want, it seemed to say. Where's our demon?

By the seventh day, she'd had enough.

She dragged herself out of bed, nude and flushed, the ache in her body now a constant throb. She spent hours online that afternoon, searching through every occult corner of the internet she could find: forums, dark web ritual sites, forums filled with goths pretending to be witches... but somewhere deep in the rabbit hole, she found it.

The Rite of Reclamation.

A lust-binding ritual. One that could bring back a previously summoned demonic entity if the need was strong enough.

She laughed, delirious, and set everything up in her bedroom. Candles. Symbols. Salt. Even fresh sex juices she made sure to finger herself just enough to smear her soaked slick across the altar she made out of her nightstand.

And then she chanted.

Whispered.

Pleaded.

"Stefan the Seventh," she breathed, kneeling naked in the candlelight, cum drying on her thighs. "I offer myself. I want you. I need you."

Nothing.

She dropped her hands, tears in her eyes.

"Fuck it," she sniffed. "Guess even demons ghost you now"

A low voice growled behind her.

"I think you've waited long enough."

She screamed and spun, falling backward onto her ass as the room went dark with smoke. And there he was. Stefan the VII. As beautiful and terrifying as she remembered. Lean muscle wrapped in obsidian-purple skin, horns curled back above glowing black eyes, a lazy smirk on his sinful lips.

"You called again," he said, stepping out of the shadows like he'd never left. "Desperate little slut. Did you think I wasn't watching?"

She blinked, speechless.

"I saw you," Stefan purred, circling her slowly. "Every night. Touching yourself. Frustrated. Angry. Empty. I saw that soaked cunt failing to cum. Again and again. And now look at you on your knees, covered in your own failure."

Her cheeks burned. Her pussy throbbed. But she couldn't move.

He stepped in front of her and with a flick of his clawed hand, his dark trousers fell away.

And there it was.

His cock.

Thicker than ever, hanging halfway to his knees, twitching to life just from the sight of her flushed face and desperate eyes. It radiated heat, and as it hardened before her, it grew into the full monstrous length she remembered... and then some.

She gasped.

"Nothing's worked, has it?" he growled. "You're still starving. Still aching."

Her voice cracked, the only word she could manage:

"C-Can... can I suck it? Please?"

He chuckled darkly, staring down at her. "Do you think you could manage?"

And just like that, the brat inside her flared up. Oh, so he wants to be cocky now?

Watch me, demon.

She dropped forward to her knees with hunger in her eyes, one hand wrapping around his shaft then two. And there was still room. She pumped him slowly, tongue lolling out to lick over his heavy balls, each one the size of a plum and tighter by the second.

"You've missed this," Stefan groaned, watching her. "You missed me."

She moaned in response, lips sliding up his shaft. Her mouth worked its way up to the tip, lapping at the glossy head, teasing the slit before opening wide to suck him in. It was a stretch. Too much. But she didn't stop.

Couldn't.

She needed his cock more than she needed air.

Her throat flexed around him, spit pouring down her chin as she gagged and forced herself deeper. Stefan watched her intently, one hand in her hair, his other stroking his shaft where her lips couldn't reach.

She choked. Whimpered. But refused to quit.

His groan was a thunderclap. "Fuck... I forgot how tight your mouth is."

She looked up at him through wet lashes, drool bubbling at the corners of her mouth as she pumped both hands up and down his spit-slick cock.

"Good girl," he growled. "You want this cum, don't you? You want to milk me?"

She nodded furiously.

And with a savage grunt, he came.

It hit her like a fucking tsunami.

Rope after rope of thick, scalding cum splattered across her face, her chest, her tongue. She gasped and swallowed what she could, but it kept coming coating her cheeks, her tits, dripping down her belly.

And she was so wet. Her thighs were a mess. Her pussy drooled onto the floor.

She looked up, dazed and proud. "I made you cum," she whispered, glowing. "I milked your monster cock."

But he was still hard.

Stefan grinned, fangs glinting. "You're not done."

He snapped his fingers and she flew upward like gravity forgot her. Flipped in midair, dangling, breathless. His hand caught her by the throat gently, but with power that made her body lock up in raw anticipation.

His cock nudged between her dripping lips.

"Now it's time I fuck you, don't you think?"

She choked out a laugh. "I was born for this."

He slammed into her with no warning.

Her scream split the room.

And then the fucking began.

He took her every way. Bent. Folded. Standing. Flying. Pinned. She didn't know what position she was in half the time just that his cock was inside her, stretching her, bruising her, making her cum over and over and over. Her body was no longer hers. It was his toy. His hole.

He flipped her onto her side, lifted her leg, fucked her sideways until she sobbed. Then bent her over, held her arms behind her back and pounded her until she soaked the sheets in another squirting orgasm.

"Please," she cried. "I need"

"You need me," Stefan growled, biting her neck. "Say it."

"I need you," she sobbed. "I can't cum without your cock"

Her words triggered something. Her body tensed. Her pussy clamped down. And the orgasm that ripped through her was cosmic. Violent. Endless. She came like she'd never come in her life screaming, twitching, drooling as her vision went white.

Stefan groaned and came deep inside her, slamming her down onto his cock as his seed erupted, flooding her.

Then, without a word, he tossed her onto the bed like a used cumrag.

She hit the mattress in a daze, body spent, soaked, twitching with the aftershocks. Cum leaked out of her, smeared across her stomach and thighs.

And as the shadows closed around him, Stefan turned and vanished.

Leaving her alone.

Breathless.

Wrecked.

And smiling like the happiest little cum-drenched slut in the world.