The leeching Girlfriend

Ryan rushed out regardless of how his day had drained him. He was both immensely happy and terrified; which matched the usual feeling Becca gave him, she'd drop feed him female attention through her monthly texts; building her presence in the back of his mind and interjecting in his fantasies that would make him so stoked for them to come real/ if whenever she'd grace him with her presence. She'd terrify him by always demanding he live up to that fantastical standard to always be so caring and devoted to deserve her and to be so unquestioningly free to assist in her every indulgence.

To get to see her, they'd go on shopping trips to the most popular stores to find gimmick items to show off to her friends, and would go to suddenly popular and ludicrously expensive restaurants just so she could share pictures of the food to add to her shadowy illusion of a high life of sophistication that was draining Ryan with little support given.

This highly fancy steakhouse seemed to be no different, but the usual panic he had to act his best was magnified a few times over by all his recent affairs. She looked at him like he was a loyal dog come to heel, and she clutched both of her hands over her pouch held at her waist; pressing her massive breasts together with her arms. This is a trap, if Ryan stares she'd pay more attention to him for weeks, but exclusively threatening to cut off things with such a disgusting pervert like him, and to even inform his family to get help for their horridly perverse son.

Ryan bowed down with his eyes locked to the floor as he knelt down trembling, seemingly aware of the place he had as he kissed her knuckle and slowly raised his head in a wide arc around her.

Her long black hair fluttered in the breeze, and he more than accepted the sight of her ginormous tits within his peripheral vision. She gave him a cold knowingly superior smile and led him into the restaurant.

After Ryan pulled out her seat for her, she verbally interrogated the waiter; finding out the place's best dishes and what people had to say about them.

"I'll order all these ones" she informed with her finger trailing around the already expensive menu. Despite how thick taking a cursory bite of everything was making her thighs, she'd only do this to back up her first-person account; truly she didn't care about food waste and only wanted a few pictures to spread out like she went to a place like this daily.

Ryan squirmed at the confident request "b-but my boss already garnished my wages due to a recent project slow down-" She silenced him with a deeply piercing glare.

All the stress of today, no the stress of just how he was allowing his life to be lived, broke through: "Y-You've just been leeching off me like a fuckin' vampire" He shouted, making a scene, briefly throwing her off as he finally felt all the passive wounds built over his heart.

Reality flickered and she regained all her calmness and poise with a blood thirsty twist.

He was put off guard seeing so much of what he was trained to love be unchanged, but was equally rooted by the sharp presence she now had; not even including the ever familiar pointed ears she now bared. Her eyes glowed a fierce red that seared into his soul; looking him into to stare at her face and its sharp fangs.

"Leeching?, No that's far too low for me. I am served" she commanded, loudly echoing in his head as he felt mesmerized. Ryan hid his shame by crawling under the table and submissively stripping himself.

Becca's legs spread as she called the waiter aside to order a nice vintage drawn from a local hospital, her black talon'd fingers gripped Ryan by his hips, and through her superhuman strength raised him into a wheelbarrow position.

Ryan struggled to keep quiet as she lowered him to start pressing into her leisurely seated pussy. It was soooo fucking tight and highclass; bring a pre-cum filled tear from Ryan's cock right into it. This was the 2nd time she'd let him hit, the first being to give something to demoralize her ex- that had been pleading for her.

She was even stronger than the Orc, using barely a hand to lift him in this upside-down doggy-style like position; indulgently pressing him in deep with her clit soon rubbing against his balls as she shook him and his tip across the bottom of her depths. She almost let out a moan, but muffled it; still giving her thrall so much pride. Becca smirked at how hard she got him, and continued to work him even harder into her with the pride of keeping her act in the shadows.

When her wine glass full of red got to the table, she was worried about Ryan's folded-over legs knocking it over by bumping the table at his every rise out of her. Lightning fast she grabbed and went to savoring her drink alongside her entertainment, fighting to stop any slight tremble from making her spill; she slowed as she sipped, her hand tightly gripping Ryan and pressing against his flesh with her claws. For a few short gulps his cock was locked pressing deep into her tightly pulsing cunt and fighting to expand anymore against her dominating vaginal walls. He struggled not to cum, but even cumming didn't feel like an option with her overwhelming ownership filling his heart and leaving him thrashing in intense sensitivity, merely being savored without full release.

Eventually setting her glass down, she sent an entitled gaze around the restaurant, and palmed onto Ryan like she was quickly dribbling a basketball and roughly *plapping* him into her like a cheap dildo; quite shamelessly when surrounded by high society for more than a couple minutes, but her ego argued that she was entitled to such pleasure regardless of the mortal ants around her. Becca seized in her seat and avoided her fangs as she bit her lip; chills rocked her body and jiggled her tits a bit as her nipples stood hard and sensitive through her dress.

She struggled a bit hiding her last moan when she gripped him two-handed for one last deep push to fully feel him on the edge of release; staking into her pussy. The pulsing vitality and sudden warmth of his cum shots was too much for her, causing her pussy to give the same treatment as it throbbed and clenched to suck as much of him as possible into her. Her grip eventually released on him, leaving Ryan nude and flopped down under the table.

"Feeding here was fun, let's do it more often" She coldly greeted farewell, opening a small umbrella, sticking him with the bill and the understanding that she'd now have a greater presence in his life now; draining him like this for her ego and potentially in other ways as well.

Ryan quickly got dressed and sat alone in his daze at the table. A lot had happened in total recently, and honestly put, everyone in his life personally had been affected; this would become his routine, his life.... that of a?