You look down at the object in his hand, confusion etching its way across your features. "What's that?" You manage to ask between heavy breaths. "It's a plug," he says simply, his voice already growing distant as exhaustion begins to claim him once more. "It'll keep you nice and full until I can see you again." A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. "I don't want anyone else touching what's mine."

His words send a shiver down your spine, both in anticipation and in fear. You nod mutely as he positions the plug at your entrance before pushing it slowly inside you. The foreign sensation of something so large filling you up causes you to gasp, but he doesn't stop until the bulbous end presses firmly against your inner walls.

"There," he says, sounding satisfied. "Now we're really connected." He reaches out a hand to stroke your cheek once more before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

You feel him shudder beneath you as he comes, his hot seed spurting deep inside you. He collapses on top of you, panting heavily for several moments before finally pulling out and rolling off to the side. You lie there, spent and sore but oddly satisfied despite everything that's happened. The man rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, his breathing slowly returning to normal. "That was...intense," he mutters after a moment, almost as if he can't believe what just happened. "

You remain silent and still for several long moments, trying to process everything that just happened. Then, carefully and quietly, you manage to slip out from under the bed and make your way towards the door. Once outside, you run as fast as you can until you're certain that you've put enough distance between yourself and that...that monster. Shivering uncontrollably now, you duck into an alleyway and use your sleeve to wipe away the tears that have formed in the corners of your eyes.

The man grins wickedly at your admission, his eyes flashing with cruel satisfaction. "That's right," he purrs darkly, leaning down to bite sharply at your earlobe, "you're nothing but a desperate slut for it."

His hips slam into you harder than ever before, his heavy balls slapping obscenely against your ass with each brutal thrust. The wet squelching sounds of your combined fluids fill the room alongside your strained whimpers.

The man's hips stutter and then he's coming too, flooding your convulsing pussy with his hot seed. He stays buried deep, riding out the aftershocks of his orgasm as he watches the evidence of your joining leak out around him and onto the couch beneath.

When he finally pulls out, his softening cock slips free with a gush of fluid. He looks down at the mess they've made with a grimace, wiping his spent member on your thigh before standing up and adjusting his clothes.

"You okay?"

The figure continues to search around the room, eventually coming close enough to the bed that you can see them through a crack between the floorboards. They kneel down and peer underneath, their eyes locking onto yours for a moment before they gasp in surprise and reach out to grab you.

The figure's grip is surprisingly strong as they yank you out from under the bed, pulling you up into a sitting position with them. You try to struggle free, but they only tighten their hold on your wrists, pinning your arms behind your back. "What are you doing here?" They hiss in anger and shock.