Dominate the little bugger

Hmph! Much as you disdain the thought of coupling with a greasy little tidbit like this chaun, you're feeling quite randy (aren't you always?) and could use something to take the edge off after your dramatic arrival on Monster Island. Besides, you think, as you set aside your weapons, the chaun might know something about where you crashed.

Seducing monsters is all about knowing what they want. Chauns are notoriously horny and always thirsty for blood. The chaun seems stunned by your approach. He giggles loudly and hops up and down. You sway your hips and turn, bending to show him your shapely vinyl-clad bum. As you shake it from side to side you slowly open your corset. When you turn back you've pricked your finger and you smear the drops of blood across your expose cleavage.

The chaun leaps at you like an excited puppy and you let its momentum carry you onto the ground. It begins licking your breasts and tearing at your corset to expose more of your flesh, its long, probing tongue snaking into your warm cleavage. You unzip your pants - especially zippered for easy on and off - and slide them down over your arse and past your boots. You roll the excited chaun onto his back and before he knows what's happening you are squatting above him, his hard cock in your hand and aimed at the dripping mound of your bare quim.

His red eyes bulge in surprise as you sink down onto his cock, moaning as you impale yourself on his bumpy length. You've had much bigger, but it feels amazing after the stressful landing, like a warm bath.

You tear open the rest of your corset, your big, pale breasts bouncing free, your pink nipples fat and erect and you begin to ride him. It only takes a few strokes and you feel the pressure building inside you. His cock brushes your straining clit one last time, his filthy pubes tickling your sensitive bud, and you cum, moaning, throwing your head back as your thighs and mound smack down again and again on the chaun's hips.

You feel the explosive pleasure and the gasping release of your juices, saturating the wee vampkin's lap with your potent fluids. When you open your eyes he is staring up at you with love, his mouth hanging open. You ride him until the last shuddering wave of orgasm and then lift off of him, his cock popping free with a slurp, still hard and unsatisfied.

"Close your mouth, you look foolish," you scold the chaun and it immediately obeys. "Can you speak?"

It shakes its head. Of course not, that would be too useful, but at least it understands you. You reach for your pants to put them back on. The chaun whines pathetically and looks up at you from the ground, its red eyes darting from your dripping slit to the straining head of its unsatisfied cock. English or not, it clearly wants you to finish what you started, but it's no position to be demanding. Perhaps it thinks you are a charity for horny monsters.