Vivienne's Point of View "You still mad at me, Vivy?" Nick taunted me as we attended to our last patient of the day. A golden retriever that got stung by a bee and is allergic to the sting; the swelling was ugly. "The sexual frustration has done a number on you," Nick continued, and I slammed the syringe on the tray. "It's making you more bitchy than usual." I fell silent as I examined the dog. "Still can't cum, huh?" He teased further. "You don't have to be such a dick all the damned time." I snapped, and his grin widened. "But a dick is what will fix you." He winked; his eyes flickered towards the dog on the tray. "Danny, you're fine now." Danny whimpered, and a smile reached my cheeks; at least today was a success. "Say the word," he murmured, peeling off his gloves, "and I'll find you someone who'll fuck the attitude right out of you. Or hell... I'd do it myself if you asked nicely." I shot him a glare, but the heat pooling in my core betrayed me. "I told you, I'm not fucking a random guy." "Your dildos won't do much, and your social battery is about to run out." He pointed out. He was right...how long has it been since I've had a good fuck? Six months? Or maybe more, ever since that jerk, Daryl, my ex-boyfriend, left me for his 'female' bestie. He took away my ability to cum as well. I've been with a few men, and no matter how big the dick is, no matter how skilled the user is... the vibrators, the dildos, my fingers... nothing seems to ever stop the aching. It was like an inextinguishable flame... The pleasure just builds, but never crashes in a way that makes my body thrash. My body gets so worked up, my pussy gets swollen and dripping wet, my clit throbs like it's on fire, and I feel this pressure building deep inside me... but I never actually cum. The frustration ate deeper into me, and now it's made me so cranky that even Nick notices it. "Anytime you need some real help, just call me." He offered with a genuine smile. He might be a jerk sometimes, but he was only trying to look out for me. I got into my car. My eyes flickered towards the clock; it was almost 11 pm, I let out another exhausted sigh, tired. I just want to go home, eat the leftover popcorn and soda I have in the fridge, and probably try to masturbate again. "Oh shit!" I cursed as I slammed hard on the brakes. The car stopped abruptly, my body jerked forward, a strangled hiss echoed in my ears, and I jumped out of the car. "Shit! Shit!" I slammed the car door shut and rushed into the road. There was a black cat, lying helplessly on the floor, its fur glistening with blood. My heart lurched in my chest as I reached for it-there was a pulse; even though it was weak, it was still there. Its golden eyes cracked open, weakly, gazing at me, calling to me... and then they closed again. Its breathing was strained...was it a hit and run? It was common in this area. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." I picked it up gently and took it back to my car. I settled it in the passenger seat and drove as fast as I could to the house. "Your limbs are broken, but with this treatment you will be better in a few weeks," I muttered as I treated it in my home clinic. The poor cat purred weakly. I gave it some pain relief and kept it on IV fluids. "What's your name, little guy?" Of course, no answer except for the constant and non-stop purring. I wrapped the cat in the blanket and carried him to my room. Now that I have treated it, I might need to keep an eye on it through the night. "I guess I'll just call you Purry," I muttered as I set the black cat on the slipper chair next to my bed. "I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow." Big golden eyes opened, gazing droopily at me, and a calm smile reached my lips. ***** I stepped out of the shower, with the thick towel wrapped around my chest-my eyes flickered towards the cat that seemed to be sound asleep. "Aww...Purry is sleeping already." I muttered as I changed into my silky sleepwear. "Sleep tight, Purry." The heaviness in my clit was about to drive me crazy, but I'm too tired to try to masturbate. Maybe I'll try again in the morning. I jumped onto the soft mattress of my bed, my gaze falling on Purry, before I drifted off into deep slumber. A warm, large hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over my stiff nipple. My eyes flew open. A man was hovering on top of me; he was devastatingly beautiful and terrifyingly huge. His long, jet-black hair cascaded over pale, flawless skin. Sharp golden eyes glowed faintly in the dark; his lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. That was enchanting. I should have screamed. Instead, my back arched as liquid fire melted through my veins. His touch burned most deliciously, sending jolts straight to my core. "Oh... fuck," I whimpered. Why the hell am I so aroused by the way a stranger was touching me? My hips jerked forward as a finger pressed hard against my core; my clit pulsated and throbbed hard, aching and begging to be touched. "Please..." I whispered like a prayer. Unsure of what I was asking for. My orgasm for the first time seemed just within my reach. "Touch me." Another desperate request escaped my lips. The burning sensation overwhelmed me. "You've been suffering for months, haven't you, little mortal?" He purred, voice laced with mocking pity. "That greedy cunt dripping for release it can never reach. How many nights have you cried into your pillow, humping your worthless toys like a bitch in heat?" His fingers pressed hard against my core, and I squirmed hard against him, my legs spread instinctively, and I clutched the bed sheets. Desire burning into my body. He leaned down, lips brushing my throat. I felt sharp teeth graze my skin. "I smelled your desperation from the moment you picked me up. So much hunger burning inside you-" His fingers reached my hair. "-so much pent-up sin, and I love sin." He yanked my shorts down roughly and settled between my thighs. The first slow, filthy lick on my dripping pussy made my eyes roll back. "F-Fuck!" Another unfiltered scream tore out of my throat. His tongue was inhumanly long; hot, wicked, curling around my swollen clit before spearing deep inside me, reaching places my fingers could never dream of. He devoured me, sucking hard on my clit while two fingers thrust into my aching hole, hitting that spot no one had ever found. Pressure built faster than it ever had, and my thighs shook. My soul tethered to the edge of my body, I could feel the orgasm was terrifyingly close. "You're going to cum for me tonight," he growled against my pussy, golden eyes locking onto mine. "And when you do, you'll belong to me. Your soul. Your body. Your pleasure. All of it... mine." He sucked my clit hard, fingers fucking me deeper, faster. "Arghh!" My scream shattered the night as the orgasm crashed through me like lightning-violent, shattering, endless. My pussy gushed around his fingers, thighs clamping around his head as wave after fucking wave ripped through me. A gasp escaped me, and my eyes snapped open; sunlight filled my room. My breathing was ragged, and my eyes searched the room desperately for the man, but he was... gone. I jumped out of bed, missing a footing and almost falling to the ground. My body whipped around violently, still searching the room desperately. I only confirmed that I had been alone the entire time... and now, it was morning. Wait...no, that can't be a dream. It felt too real; my eyes flickered to the bed, and it was completely drenched. My shaky hands reached down to confirm that it was indeed the juices of my pleasure. Did I just have a wet dream? And I cummed from it. "Meow." "Argh!" A scream escaped my parted lips, and my eyes snapped in the direction of the sound. The cat. Staring at me with those big golden eyes. But instead of the slipper chair where I had kept the almost-dying cat, it was on top of my dresser, standing on all four of those legs that were broken just last night. "Purry?"

Makhavah's Point of View "Purry?" the fragile little mortal whispered, her lovely blue eyes widening with surprise as she reached for me on the dresser. "How did you even get up here?" I let out a soft hiss before breaking into a low purr, allowing her to scoop me into her arms without resistance. Her touch was surprisingly gentle; her warmth seeped through my fur as she cradled me against her chest. Then there was her scent. The delicate fragrance of flowers clung to her skin, enveloping me like a trap. It tickled my nose, yet, strangely enough, it soothed something restless deep within me. "How are you even walking?" she murmured, knitting her brows together as if she was questioning my very existence. As though a mere mortal like her could possibly comprehend the things I was capable of. Although I had regained the ability to move around in this temporary body, my magic remained frustratingly weak. I still couldn't shed this pitiful feline form and return to my true self. The human settled me on her lap, her delicate fingers wandering over my body as she searched anxiously for my previous wounds. Then her scent changed. A faint, intoxicating sweetness drifted from her, something far more intimate than her floral perfume. My senses sharpened instinctively, and an unfamiliar restlessness stirred within me. I licked my lips, my purr deepening as an inexplicable urge took hold of me. I wanted to bury my nose against her and lose myself in that maddeningly sweet fragrance, to understand why her scent affected me so profoundly. What an infuriating little mortal. "What in the world..." Her soft voice broke through my thoughts, filled with raw surprise. "You're completely healed." She stared at me as though I were a miracle, her blue eyes went wide with disbelief. "No, that can't be right," she argued with herself even harder. "Your limbs were clearly broken-the bones should still need time to fully mend." The only reason they had healed at all was that I spent the entire night feeding on her lust-her tightly bottled, pure, unrefined sin. She was starving for something dark and dangerous. Starving for me. Taking more of her lust would have finished restoring me completely, but the transformation didn't last long enough to complete the mating process...after which I would devour her soul. A soul as filthy and ravenous as hers belonged with me in Kavalah, the demonic realm. I had been mortally wounded in a duel with my half-brother Kaelrh, sparked by a treacherous uprising meant to steal the throne that was rightfully mine. Just one wrong move... a stupid miscalculation that almost claimed my life; I had to escape to the mortal realm, hiding in the body of a cat-and that was when this human found me. She took me in, cared for me, and even nourished me with the sweet essence that leaked from her body, born from all that pent-up sexual frustration. I'm one very lucky demon. I need to feed more of her essence if I'm going to fully mend this wound, reclaim my true form, return to the shadow realm, slaughter my brother, and seize my throne once more. ***** "Are you certain this cat was hurt?" a mortal man asked this time, studying me through some kind of machine. "The X-ray looks fine, there are no fractures, nothing." "That can't be right," she said, fingers raking through her hair and tugging hard. "He was covered in blood last night. I was terrified he wouldn't survive." "You're probably just exhausted," the man replied. "Go home and rest, Vivy." "I'm not crazy!" snapped the human whose name I had just learned was Vivy. "I never said you were. I said you were tired." She pressed me against her chest again and carried me toward her car, muttering under her breath the entire way. "Was I hallucinating last night?" She lifted me higher, those bright blue eyes searching mine. I answered with an innocent meow. Makhavah, Emperor of the Seven Realms... how far you have fallen? The once-mighty ruler now trapped in the body of a lowly beast, handled and fussed over by a human woman. "Well... I suppose I do need to rest." A soft sigh slipped from her lips. She took us home, and let me on the floor, and I sat watching her intently. I could smell the dampness, and I could taste her aching in the air; it was almost physical. How can someone walk around with such frustration? It's a miracle she hasn't gone crazy yet, from how much she is throbbing. She disappeared into her room. Silence settled in for a while, I was certain she had fallen asleep, until the first unhinged moan reached me. "Ugh... hghhn..." Her desperate, quivering pleas spilled out as she worked that same spot again and again, never quite finding release. The scent of her need flooded my senses, and something in my body went rigid. Fuck. Even trapped in a cat's form, I hardened almost instantly. I clawed frantically at the door, desperate to get to the other side, but it wouldn't yield. With the last scraps of magic I still possessed, I teleported into the room because the door had been locked. There she was. Her legs sprawled wide across the bed, she was bare from the waist down, while the tight bralette clung stubbornly to her full, promising breasts, refusing to let them free. I leapt onto the slipper chair for a better view. My gaze traced slowly downward from her face, half twisted in frustration, half lost in pleasure. Her dark hair, soaked with sweat, clung to her face. Her mouth hung open as she cried out in mounting pleasure. The purple dildo drove deep into her tight opening, each thrust sinking farther than the last. The bulb-shaped tip glistened with the slick evidence of her arousal. "Fuck," she cursed, folding her legs higher to take it even deeper. "Yes... um... yeas, fuck." Her hips rolled upward, and her eyes rolled back. Something was building, she began slamming the dildo faster, harder. The wet, slick sound of plastic plunging into her pretty pink pussy filled the room, mixing with the desperate, horny noises spilling from her throat. A deep growl rumbled from my chest. My true form strained against the tiny body that confined it, aching to tear free and replace that worthless toy with my cock. Fuck her senseless until she screams for her master. Just a little more... and I would have enough of her essence to feast on. Keep going, little human. That's it. Accept me, accept Makhavah into your soul. Let the demon of lust devour everything you've kept bottled up... yes... she was getting closer. I could feel every wave of pleasure as it rippled through her body. I could see it. "I'm almost there..." she groaned again, her legs quivering faintly but never fully shaking. "Don't stop, Daryl." Something twisted sharply inside me-was it anger? A head-splitting, primal feeling. And it was aimed straight at this Daryl, whose name now lingered on the sinful lips of my Vivy. A sharp gasp left her as she suddenly stopped thrusting the dildo. Her free hand pressed hard against her mouth, as though she had made a mistake. She clamped her thighs tightly around the toy. Her body went limp against the mattress. Then I heard it, a raw, frustrated cry tore from her throat. She was sobbing, but why? If she had only kept going, she would have released herself from this torment... and freed me along with her. Forget it. I'll just have to finish this myself.

Vivienne's Point of View "Don't stop, Daryl..." The name ripped out of me in a broken, desperate moan before I could choke back on it. My fingers froze mid-thrust, the thick dildo still buried deep in my dripping, clenching cunt. I slapped both of my hands over my mouth, my eyes wide, chest heaving. Six fucking months. Six months of telling myself I was done with that lying, cheating bastard. Six months of trying to fuck the memory of him, out of me with toys and my own desperate hands. Yet, I still moan out his name while I'm on the edge? Tears burned in my eyes, as a shameful sob tore from my throat, I curled in on myself in a fetal position as I cried. "It tastes so bitter when your lust is mixed with regret and betrayal." A deep chilling voice cut through the dark, and I screamed. My body jolting upright, the dildo slipping out of my soaked hole with a filthy wet sound. The sheets beneath me, tangled around my bare ass as I scrambled, I yanked the blanket even closer to my body, trying to cover what was left of my dignity. "Who the fuck are you?" I snarled into the empty room, my eyes searching for the owner of the voice. But I couldn't see anything, there was nothing in sight. But I was certain I didn't hallucinate the voice, I heard it, deep, velvety rough, and right there. "And what the hell are you doing in my room?" My hand shot toward my nightstand drawer, and I grabbed my gun. As a young, helpless woman who lived alone in such a dangerous world, I had my three guns, one in my room, the living room, and the kitchen. My fingers closed around cold metal, as I pulled off the safety off. I stepped off the bottom naked, my cunt still twitching and dripping down my thighs. "Lust is meant to be enjoyed, little mortal." That same low, filthy voice rolled out of the bathroom doorway. "I can take all of that pain away... if you let me." My chest was heaving dangerously now, my trembling hands tightened around the gun as I approached the bathroom. I could see his massive silhouette as it filled the doorway, and then I saw him. He stood at least seven feet tall, his head reaching the door frame, yet he was still hunched. My eyes fell to the broad shirtless chest, and then the thick arms by the sides. His long black hair caught the light of my bed room, it was blacker than the night itself, and those familiar golden eyes bore into my very soul. "Y-You're..." I staggered back, gun still raised, "You're the man from my dreams." He stepped fully into the room, gaze dragging slow and hungry over my bare pussy, that was still glistening with my juices. "I have come to grant your wish." I kept the gun aimed at his chest, because if I let something that size get any closer, I would lose. I couldn't subdue him. Not a fucking chance. He was a mountain compared to my 5'6" frame My assessment was simple; if he moved wrong, I would not hesitate to shoot him. "How the hell did you get into my house?" I demanded. He smirked, taking a slow step forward. I matched it with one back. "Do you really think that useless little weapon will do anything to me?" "I don't want to kill you," I warned, voice tight. "But I will if you take one more step forward." "Tell me your wish, Vivy." My brows slammed together, because how the fuck did he know my name? He closed the distance in one long stride. The gun fire, straight into his chest. My eyes went wide as the bullet blew clean through the center of his chest before it burrowed in the wall behind him. "Oh-" I gasped loudly, not because I had shot him, but because the hole in his chest, sealed even before the smoke cleared. He was as good as new, there wasn't even a scar on him. "I told you," he said, almost bored, "your weapons won't work on me." One huge hand closed over the gun and ripped it out of my grip like it was a toy. The next second my back slammed against the wall. Only then did the cold air remind me I was still completely bare-pussy slick, ass naked, thighs wet from earlier. He kicked my legs apart hard. Thick thighs shoved between mine and ground up against my aching, dripping cunt with deliberate pressure. "What are you-ah-" An unintentional moan slipped out before I could stop it. Fear was still there, but my body was already betraying me, hips twitching against the rough friction. "You want to be fucked, don't you?" His mouth was right against my ear, voice low and filthy. "I can hear it in every sweet little moan you've been making. That desperation is enough to drive me insane." He rolled his hips again, harder. The wet sound of my soaked pussy being thigh-fucked filled the quiet room shamelessly. "Ah-hngh-" I was breathlessly against him. "Who the hell are you?" I managed, even as my cunt clenched and dripped down his legs. "Someone who can free you from the curse that bastard Daryl put on you." His massive hands clamped around my chin, forcing my face up so I had no choice but to meet those dark eyes. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, so deep, that the only thing left in that pretty little head of yours is the feeling of my cock splitting you open. Heartbreak? It won't exist when I'm done with you." I sank my teeth into my lower lip at the promise. My cunt was throbbing, slick and aching, the hard press of his thick thighs grinding mercilessly between my legs sending sparks straight through my clit. My body remembered the way he'd eaten me out until I was sobbing, thighs shaking around his head in my dream. And I want to find out it feels like for real... or maybe this was still a dream. Another pathetic coping mechanism so I didn't have to feel the real pain of losing Daryl. "So, tell me, little Vivy..." He kept grinding against my soaked center. "What do you want?" "I want to cum." The confession tore out of me on a shaky breath, eyes squeezing shut as my hips twitched helplessly against him. "I want to cum so fucking hard I can't think." He went still for a second, then a dark, hungry smile curved his mouth. "Don't worry, little mortal." Those huge hands slid up and locked around my throat, pinning me in place. "You're going to cum so hard you'll be sobbing, begging me to make it stop." With effortless strength he hauled me up off the floor, crushing me against his chest as his mouth crashed onto mine.