Denied Cum, Starving Succubus

Succubus getting denied cock by a dom who only pleasures her and fingers her and uses toys and makes her have multiple orgasms. He won’t fuck her no matter how much she begs. His cum is what fuels her so she’s starving, always dripping with lust and need for more.

Her thighs trembled as his fingers curled inside her, pressing just deep enough to make her back arch off the bed. The slick sounds of his relentless strokes filled the room, her desperate moans pitching higher every time his thumb swiped over her swollen clit. “Please—” she gasped, hips bucking, nails scoring the sheets. “Just fuck me. I need it—” His free hand clamped around her throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to hold her still. “No.” The word was final, his voice rough with amusement. “You don’t get my cock. You get this.” He thrust three fingers deep, crooking them to drag against that spot that made her vision whites out. The vibrator buzzing against her clit didn’t let up, pushing her toward another orgasm she didn’t want—wet, shuddering relief without the thick pulse of his cum she was starving for. She sobbed as it ripped through her, body clenching around his fingers, thighs shaking. He didn’t slow down. Didn’t stop. Just watched her fall apart with dark, satisfied eyes. “You’re greedy,” he murmured, dragging his soaked fingers out of her, glistening under the dim light. “But you’ll take what I give you.” Her chest heaved, skin feverish, every nerve still alight. The ache between her legs was deeper than pleasure now—a gnawing hunger, desperate and unsated. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of her own sweat. “I’ll be good,” she whispered, voice wrecked, reaching for him. His low laugh was her only answer before he pushed her back down.

Make it more explicit and add more dialogue of him teasing her. Have him make her go on a date with him with thrusting vibrators in her ass and pussy that he controls under her clothes.

His fingers trailed down her stomach, just shy of where she ached for him. "You want to be good?" he murmured, tilting his head. "Then prove it. You're going out tonight—dressed pretty, legs shaking, dripping around the toys I choose." He reached for the nightstand, pulling out a sleek black remote. Her breath hitched as he slid a thick vibrating plug between her cheeks, the stretch sharp before settling into a deep, insistent pressure. Another buzz pressed against her clit—a small, wicked bullet, secured snug beneath her panties. "You'll walk," he said, tightening the remote's grip in his palm, "you'll smile, and you’ll come when I decide." His thumb flicked the controls, and both toys surged to life, making her gasp. "Begging won't change a thing." She arched, biting her lip hard as the vibrations pulsed deeper. "Fuck—" "Ah-ah." He dragged a fingertip over her damp lower lip. "Save that voice for when I ruin you in public." The vibrations spiked again, relentless. "Let's see how long you last before you're on your knees." Her thighs clenched, already slick with need. "You're cruel." His grin was razor-sharp. "And you love it."

Describe him putting the thrusting vibrating dildo in her pussy and putting the vibrating plug in her ass. Then have them go on the date together.

--- Her breath came in short, uneven gasps as he pinned her hips down with one hand, the other holding the thick, ribbed dildo slick with her arousal. The cold silicone made her flinch the second it pressed against her entrance. “Relax,” he commanded, thumb circling her clit with just enough pressure to distract her before he shoved it deep in one brutal thrust. The vibration kicked on instantly, a relentless pulse against her swollen walls. She choked on a moan, her cunt clenching around the intrusion, but he didn’t stop—just reached for the plug next, stretching her ass open with slick fingers before working the tapered tip inside. The moment it seated fully, the dual vibrations synced, drowning her in sensation. “There.” He patted her thigh, admiring the way she writhed. “Perfect. Now get dressed.” He tossed her a short, tight dress—something flimsy enough to show every tremor. She barely managed to fasten the zipper before he flicked the remote again, the toys thrusting in staggered pulses. A broken whimper escaped her lips as she swayed, thighs trembling. “Eyes forward,” he murmured, gripping her elbow as he guided her toward the door. “And remember—everyone can hear how wet you are.” The vibrations surged harder, dragging a desperate moan from her throat. He smirked. “Good girl.”

Her knees nearly buckled on the gravel path, the relentless thrust of the dildo inside her matching pace with her steps. The plug buzzed deeper with every incline, her dress clinging to her sweat-slicked thighs as he steered her toward a secluded trail. He trailed a finger up her spine, the wand in his other hand glowing faintly. “Watch,” he murmured, and with a flick of his wrist, the toys surged—harder, faster—until the vibrations blurred into one continuous, punishing rhythm. Her vision swam. “I—I can’t—” “You will.” He pressed the wand’s tip to the small of her back, and the sensations amplified, the dildo pistoning brutally as the plug twisted just shy of painful. Her pussy clenched, dripping down her thighs, but the orgasm hovered just out of reach. “Mmm. Not yet.” He dragged the wand lower, tracing her slit through the damp fabric. The vibrations stuttered, teasing, before slamming back full force. “Let’s see if you can make it to the overlook before you scream.” She sobbed, stumbling forward—every step a torment, every breath a plea.

Have him suddenly stop the vibrations and edge her before making them fast again over and over. When they make it to the overlook have him put the vibrators on max and give her a front and back wedgie and make her squirt from it.

The vibrations cut off abruptly, leaving her gasping—empty, desperate. He smirked and let her take three shaky steps before flicking the wand again. The toys roared back to life, brutal and unrelenting, her cunt clenching around the sudden onslaught. Then, just as her breath hitched, he stopped them again. "Fuck—" Her voice cracked. "Walk." He toyed with her like this, turning the vibrations on and off with sadistic precision, each reprieve a fresh torment. By the time they reached the overlook, her thighs were slick, her dress soaked through. "Here we are," he purred, spinning her to face the view—then yanking her dress up, fingers hooking into her panties. The wedgie was ruthless, the fabric biting into her swollen clit as he dragged the thong up tight in front. The plug shifted deeper from the pressure, and when he did the same to the back, the stretch was unbearable. "Now." He thumbed the remote, maxing both toys at once. Her scream echoed off the cliffs as her body locked—then shattered, gushing over his hand in pulsing waves. The vibrations never stopped.