#hopefully i’m tagging right…

i’ve . been thinking about being owned by a demon queen lately…

maybe i got sacrificed to her (or maybe i offered myself up to her) but she saw me as a pretty little thing and decided that i would look perfect on her cock, and chose to keep me..

i’d ofc be a good toy for her!!! she’s my queen, after all, i’ll be a nice warm place for her to keep her cock in when she’s sitting on her throne. her cock is so huge for my little body and i barely fit on her, and you can see a clear outline through my tummy of how far she’s in me, her entire shaft pushing my body to its limits. every single movement she makes makes me whine and squirm on her, desperate for friction, but she ignores my mewls and just pets me absentmindedly as she focuses on whatever she’s doing so i be quiet. she’ll play with me when she wants to.

and how she loves playing with me!! she loves just touching me even slightly and watching me start mewling again, words long having since left my brain. she makes sure i’m constantly on edge so i can be as sensitive as possible, and she finds it entertaining when she just has to rub her thumb over one of my nipples to get me to cum. her laugh is low and growly when she sees how desperate i am. sometimes she’ll pick me up effortlessly off her cock and instead make me worship it instead, make me kiss and suck at it and drink up any drop of cum she feeds me. she sometimes tries to ask me about my life before i was her toy, and my brain feels fuzzy and i can’t remember, but she just chuckles and pets me when she sees me struggling to remember. all i care about is being good to her now, anyways, who cares about who i was before. i’m happy and content worshipping and serving my queen.