Makhavah’s Plaything
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?”
