Deeper. Demi Sutra Just Wants 

In the sultry warmth of the night, Demi Sutra found herself craving more than just a goodnight kiss. Her appetite, insatiable as ever, yearned for the filling comfort of a throbbing member to gorge on. Slipping away from her snoozing partner, Demi tiptoed into the dimly lit living room, her mind already racing with debased thoughts of penetration.

She had no intention of remaining faithful to her current lover. For Demi, sex was a transaction- give and take- but never settle. To do so violated the very foundation of her existence, and she refused to allow even the most devoted of men to subjugate her wild urges.

The pulsating glow of the television cast an ethereal shadow across Demi’s succulent curves as she sprawled herself out on the sofa. With delicate precision, she began to massage her apple-sized breasts through the silken fabric of her pajama top. Each caress ignited a spark of desire within, a longing that could only be satisfied by human flesh.

A wanton moan escaped her lips as the sordid memory of a recent lover flooded her mind. He had been the right kind of monster- dominant, virile, and unwilling to settle for missionary missionary missionary sex. His tantalizing touch had lifted Demi to new heights of pleasure, and she knew she had to relive that euphoria once more.

Deftly, Demi slipped out of her pajama shorts and discarded them across the room. Now clad in only a scrap of black lace, she nestled herself between the cushions and let her fingers roam free. It was time to summon the beast within.

With a steady hand, Demi peeled back the scanty fabric of her panties and exposed her dripping sex to the cool air of the room. Her fingers ran across the outline of her swollen lips, each stroke sending a shockwave of pleasure rippling through her core. She could already feel her arousal beginning to gush forth, coating her digits and moistening her inner thighs.

As her fingers plunged deeper into her velvet folds, Demi’s mind conjured vivid images of her lover’s hulking form looming over her. The way he had ravaged her, claiming every square inch of her body as his own. The memory drew a guttural moan from Demi’s throat as she asserted more pressure, pumping her fingers at a swift, punishing pace.

Her other hand descended upon her breasts, kneading and tugging at her erect nipples. The sharp pinch of pain mingled deliciously with the sweet building pleasure of her first climax, and Demi felt herself ascending faster than ever before.

She could feel her orgasm approaching swiftly, like a tidal wave that threatened to engulf everything in its path. Her hips bucked erratically as her hand continued its frenzied assault on her weeping slit, each movement bringing her closer to that sweet release.

Finally, with a keening cry, Demi erupted. Her juices gushed forth in a flood of ecstasy, drenching her hand and the cushions beneath her. The sensation was all-consuming, a white-hot blaze that seared her very soul. She rode out the aftershocks for what felt like an eternity before, spent and satisfied, she collapsed onto the sofa.

But even as her breathing returned to normal, Demi’s mind was already consumed by fresh desires. She would need more than a single climax to sate the beast within. Rising from the sofa, she sauntered over to the television, her movements fluid and sensual.

A few clicks of the remote later and Demi found herself staring at the pulsing member she craved so desperately. Her lover from before, immortalized in pixels and ready to serve his mistress once more. With a wicked smile, Demi nestled herself against the cushions, ready to recapture the orgasmic bliss she had enjoyed at his hands.

As the camera panned across Demi’s glistening sex, she could feel the stirrings of a second climax already beginning to take hold. She knew it would be a long night of self-indulgence, but she couldn’t possibly ask for a sweeter ending.

Hours later, with her body wracked in the aftershocks of countless orgasms, Demi Sutra finally allowed herself to drift off into a deep, sated slumber. The beast within had been fed- for now.

But even as she dreamt, Demi’s mind was already racing with thoughts of tomorrow’s hunts. The thrill of the chase, the heady rush of conquering a man’s body- it was all part and parcel of the divine game she played. And she would continue to play it, relentlessly, until she had ravaged every cock in the land.