Nikolai? That nasty creep Mal met with at the restaurant? This is his club? That is rather unsettling. Though the human seems to find it reassuring. He is not glaring quite so much.
“You want to be here, kid?” he asks me.
It is sweet of him to be concerned. He thinks I am an innocent young human. He is a good man, but he doesn’t need to worry about me. I am not what I seem.
I let my demon nature show in my eyes. I allow this stranger to see my true age. My malevolence. My hunger.
His face drains of all color and he turns and flees into the crowd. Mal laughs with glee, but I feel bad. It took over a hundred years before anyone helped me. The world would be a better place if more people stood up when they saw something wrong. I hope this human hasn’t been discouraged from doing so in the future.
Mal gestures at a small stage. He appears to have forgotten the human already. I look over at the raised platform. A device of straps and ropes hangs on it. Is it a true sex swing? The thing Mal mentions sometimes when we are using the hammock?
“Are you shy, Little One?” asks Mal.
I shake my head. I’ve never been that.
“Want to give them a show?” he grins.
My pulse quickens. Go up on that stage and have Mal fuck me while all these people watch? That would truly be a feast. If their desire and lust are for me, it will be much easier to absorb. Is this Mal’s idea? Make all these humans crave me, allowing me to feed from them without being touched?
I don’t think it will work. I need actual seed inside me to truly feed. But this sounds like fun. It certainly won’t hurt to try.
Mal smiles. He leans forward and brushes his soft lips over mine. Leaving me tingling all over. Then he turns and leads me up to the stage.
The audience quiets and stills. I swear even the music lowers in volume. It feels as if all the attention in the room is on me. It is mine alone.
Mal places me in the swing. I’m face down with my legs spread. He lifts up my tiny skirt, baring me to the eagerly watching crowd. Mal oiled and opened me just before we left. He slides into me with ease and the hot weight of him feels so good. I adore the feel of him inside me.
His strong hands take a hold of my hips and he moves me. Swinging me forward and up his cock, nearly off of it, before pulling me back towards him and down the length of his cock. He repeats it. Sliding me up and down his cock while he stands still.
I moan in delight and give a little wriggle. Pleasure is already igniting within me. My audience’s arousal and appreciation is a heady aroma wrapping around me. I’m going to get drunk on this desire.
Another delicious slide up and down Mal’s hard cock. He is wide enough to stretch. Long enough to feel deep inside. These long, slow, languorous strokes are exquisite. Mal is skilled in the art of giving pleasure.
He shifts his angle ever so slightly, and as he pulls me down, his cock hits my sweet spot. Sparks of ecstasy sizzle through me. The noise that just came out of me can only be described as a mewl. I don’t care. I want Mal to know what he does to me. I want this crowd to know too.
And they do. It’s driving them near feral. So much hunger and lust. It is gliding around me like silk, caressing me. I breathe it in and taste it on my tongue. Sheer decadence and joy.
My pleasure rises and rises. It crests, and I peak. My glorious orgasm rolls on and on. My audience salivates. They adore that I came hands-free. It excites them even more. I had forgotten that it is somewhat rare for humans to do so.
Mal holds me flush against his groin, grunts, and paints my insides with his seed. I moan in satisfaction. I really am high now. Floating.
There is movement and talking behind me. But I don’t mind. Hanging here in this swing is comfortable, and I trust Mal.
A delicious orgasm fills the air. I stick my tongue out to taste it better. Wonderful.
Now Mal is pushing something inside of me. It feels like a warm glass vial. Smooth and hard. He moves something and suddenly fresh seed is pouring into me. It is not Mal’s. I moan loudly. I can’t help it, it feels so good. Like a cold drink of water when you didn’t realize how thirsty you were.
I want more. I need more. I’m starving.
Another orgasm wafts in the air. Swiftly followed by another vial in my ass and more fresh seed.
Oh my. This is euphoric. I am being gifted life-force. Fed concupiscence. All without being touched. Mal is a genius.
Men are lining up to see their cum poured into my ass. Many other people are drooling over the sight and enjoying the spectacle. It is all nourishment and nutrition for me. A banquet of different dishes. I am going to be so sated and so full. I can’t wait.
Someone calls out a bet on how much I can take before my belly bulges or cum leaks out of my hole faster than it can be stuffed in.
I moan again. This is going to be the best night ever.
