Kurt and Cindy have been “steadies” for three months. Lots of petting, but no sex, yet.
Tonight, they drive up onto the bluffs overlooking the city, secluded but well-known as “Love Ridge”. The sky is darkening. The moon is just appearing on the horizon. A breeze slightly cools the summer heat. Bats flit through the air. Crickets chirp in harmony.
They’ve both agreed that this evening is it, their first sex. He parks in one of the turn-offs and kills the engine. The convertible top goes down and they start kissing. Soon each is feeling the other up. Hands slither over wanton bodies. Within minutes they’re both hot and horny for each other. Clothes begin to be removed as lips and tongues explore fervently. Soon, Kurt and Cindy are each half-clothed, half-naked and fully aroused.
They pause for just a moment as another car glides by on the road. Necking etiquette up on “The Ridge” says no lights and the dark, rumbling silhouette fades away in seconds. They notice a wisp of fog suddenly settling in but ignore its presence as hands begin to grope genitals. They both feel so incredible carnal and ready.
Without warning, Kurt abruptly begins shivering. “Ohh,ohh, I’ve gotta pee,” he moans, “I’m so sorry.”
Cindy replies breathlessly, “I’m so wet. Hurry back, baby”
Kurt jumps out and staggers into the darkness. He feels so confused. He’s never had a sensation quite like what he’s experiencing now. His balls are aching like they’re being squeezed, his cock is throbbing like a vibrating drum being beaten. He doesn’t need to piss, he needs to cum, but strangely not for Cindy. He needs it badly, more badly than any blue balls he’s ever had. ‘What is happening to me,’ he frantically asks himself.
He keeps wandering farther from his car, his girl, seemingly pulled by an invisible force. The rest of his body follows the head of his cock which is sticking straight out, stiff as steel, swollen as an overblown balloon.
‘This is crazy, this is not happening, is it?’ he startles, approaching delirium. His bare feet just slide across the ground now. He’s not walking, ‘I’m, I’m…he can’t finish his thought, as a vision explodes into his mind. It’s detailed and oh, so real. Then his eyes begin to see the vision in the distance.
It seems like car taillights; none that he recognizes, but he is advancing on them quickly. He’s being pulled along and not able to comprehend why he can’t seem to resist. Suddenly a field of glowing light begins and quickly intensifies. Within a few seconds, it reveals a figure. An obviously female figure. A slender, towering mass who is posing defiantly. She stands against the rear of a gleaming white supercar, which he knows is a Lamborghini.
Now, Kurt senses himself actually levitating like…like on a sci-fi tractor beam. He can’t look away from the female. She is impossibly gorgeous. Long, straight platinum tresses frame mouthwatering tits, which are barely contained in a lowcut catsuit of shiny gold. A white sable fur stole clings to Her arms. A pair of studded thigh-high boots elevate Her to nearly seven feet of majestic height. His brain suddenly swirls in uncontrollable desire. This magnificent siren invades his entire being. She is the ultimate beauty who he instantly believes he must revere. Cindy is erased from his mind.
The rising moon begins to blind him to everything around Her. The sensual curving shape of Her colossal body is the limit of his vision. All he sees is Her. All he ever wants to see is Her. She is all he has ever craved, ever desired.
She gives him a sly, seductive smirk as his feet touch the ground again. She is but a few feet away now, and Kurt is consumed by the intense sexual power of Her being. She extends an arm; points to his tented boxers which seem to melt away as if they had never existed. Now, he’s completely naked.
She rhythmically undulates Her fingers and Kurt’s cock expands with each movement. He gasps for air feeling his seven inches, grow to eight, nine and beyond. His ball sac bloats out as if a year’s worth of semen suddenly fills it.
“My pet,” a low, sultry voice drawls. The sound is not carried on the warm evening air but enters the innermost depths of his mind, nonetheless. “I want to play with you. Feel the energy boiling inside you. The earthly yearning that only I can sate.” The thought patterns She places in his head coaxes his torso to bend upward towards Her outstretched hand. He is suspended on his tiptoes as Her fingers now wrap around his enormous shaft. She pivots and pulls his willing body to the car.
In his reeling fervor, he thinks he sees two small curving, pointed objects just slightly project from the mass of blondeness around Her deeply bronzed face. Her fingers close around his thick member, and She effortlessly forces his knees to buckle.
As he helplessly descends downward, a fleeting image of the back of this glamorous creature flashes through his brain. There is a fluttering movement under the cascading mane over Her shoulders causing a fleeting view of shimmering wing-like structures. There is a nudging of Her white sable stole as a slender object snakes in a curving arc, before disappearing down into Her rear cleavage.
This display dissipates as quickly as it appeared, to be replaced by the view of Her golden body dazzling his eyes. The catsuit’s prominent zipper moves downward mimicking his downward crumpling form.
His knees and hands hit the ground. The zip closure disappears and the metallic latex separates to unveil ripe, lotioned flesh within.
Simultaneously, his gaze takes in Her car’s license plate, framed between Her splayed boots. Instantly, he translates DMNGDSS. His consciousness screams, ‘She… Demon Goddess” and he’s abruptly filled with debilitating horror.
But this revelation is totally overwhelmed when Her rippling fingers bring him up on his knees and the vision of Her glistening voluptuous temple is all he sees. Her quivering outer lips are like the Gates of Troy, thrown wide and impossible to resist entering. Her clit stands like the Tower of Babel soaring into the sky. Drawn forward by a force so strong his athletic physique cannot deny it, Kurt dives into Her sea of oozing sex. His tongue thrashes at the gates and climbs up the tower. Time ceases as he worships.
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The river of fragrant juices splashes over his face, runs down his neck, his chest, his abs, his groin and coats his impossibly hard member. The sensation is way beyond mind-blowing. The gnawing need of his cock pulls the rest of him upwards. Her voice is in his head purring, “I am The Goddess of all Mankind, you are but one of My minions. I feed off your nurturing cum.” This wicked beauty leans back over the deck of Her supercar, arms gripping Kurt’s bare ass. Effortlessly, She pulls him to Her.
His offering stands tall, throbbing and gushing pre-cum. The head of his erection seeks, enters and ascends upward in an ever-tightening tunnel of warmth. He feels the pleasure of paradise. In a mere second, his length is fully consumed by Her ravenous pussy. Then the extraction begins. Her powerful legs wrap around his waist and trap him from moving. Her boots scrape back and forth, sharp studs furrowing red tracks in his flesh.
She is ferocious. She breathes wickedness into his withering body. He is no longer able to sense his genitals. His brain is swirling with a mission of which he’s never conceived. He realizes that he is merely sustenance to Her. He is Her vial of delicious life-enriching fluid.
Kurt wails as She mercilessly empties him, pumping every last drop of jizz from the depths of his scrotum. His cock shrivels, having served its sole purpose. His mind blurs, his strength fades. His knees buckle but She grips him with tremendous strength. He feels himself being tossed into the adjacent tall grass. He can now only focus on Her radiance.
She is illuminated in the mysterious, ambient light; zipping closed Her catsuit, fluffing Her slightly tousled hair. Little does he know that impotence, forever impotence, will be his new normal for all females but Her. Kurt will only swell and grow and harden and produce for Demon Goddess, and absolutely no one else.
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Vision of tomorrow, and tomorrows yet to come. He will be Her’s to use. There will be no higher purpose than to live to give to his Goddess what She demands of his body: his precious sexual nectar, Her necessity for existence, Her life.
Whenever She needs his supply, he will be summoned to provide. He will be emptied and cast aside until his reservoir is replenished and he is summoned again, and again for the rest of his potent life. Cindy’s former boyfriend will be one of Her many, many providers. She has taken on the perfect human female form and will never be denied what She needs. Kurt and any, and all other male specimens She desires will be Hers. She is “Demon Goddess.”