The sister of the bride

Whitney thought her sister's wedding reception was going wonderfully. The ceremony had been beautiful, Renee and Victor looking like the perfect couple as they took their vows and shared a kiss, after which everyone came to the hotel for the party, which Whitney had put every effort into making perfect. She was proud of what she had put together for her sister's big day, tasteful decorations, a delicious meal, dancing, and an amazing cake. The only thing that bothered her through the reception was an itch under her skin, persistent and, if she was honest, feeling kind of good. That feeling came to the forefront when she was chatting with her sister and some of their friends and saw a pale man seemingly cloaked in shadows walk across the room towards her. She wasn't the only one to notice either.

"Renee, who is that?! Why have you never introduced me to him?!" one of their friends, a girl with short blonde hair named Valerica, asked in a mock whisper. Renee and their other friend, the short brunette Addison, turned and saw the man as well. All four women's eyes went wide as the tall, subtly muscular man stalked forward.

"I don't know who that is, I've never seen him. Victor said he was only inviting his friends that we both knew," Renee said with confusion, finding herself unable to look away from him. "Wait, why is he shirtless?"

"Oh, he is, isn't he?" Addison said, only now realizing the fact. "I don't know, but I don't care, a body like that has no business being covered up."

"Whitney, he's looking at you, do you know who he is?" Renee asked her sister, who hadn't moved a muscle since she saw him, staring straight at the pale man. The plump blonde was overwhelmed, both by the aura of the stranger and by the itch under her skin, which had gone from mildly annoying to oppressive. It pricked at her, sending tingles all over, but particularly concentrated on her chest and between her legs. It was only when the man stepped fully into the light that she realized what she was feeling. She was horny, painfully aroused, aching for sex for the first time in her twenty-eight years. She had never had time for such things in the past, but now it was all that mattered. And the perfect cock to satisfy her was right there.

The other three women murmured in shock when they saw that the man wasn't only shirtless, but entirely naked too. It wasn't shadows clinging to him, but rather massive wings growing from his back. Pointed horns sprouted from his head and curved upwards, while a sharp tail waved behind him. Renee, Valerica, and Addison all backed away in time with the man's steps forward, but Whitney was rooted to the spot. Her mind and body were overwhelmed by the masculine beauty of the man and the urges of her own flesh. Her legs were shaking too hard for her to stay standing, dropping her to her knees, hands idly rubbing her large breasts in an **** effort for relief.

"Good, you already know your place," the man said, his voice a deep timbre that promised a night of pleasure and passion. He came to stand in front of Whitney, who was staring at him with wide, **** eyes. "What is your name?"

"Whitney," the blonde said, her voice shaky with arousal. She could vaguely hear the other guests taking notice and backing away from her and the man, but they no longer mattered.

"Good, Whitney. I am Aiden, but you may call me 'Master' or 'Lord'. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"I'm so fucking horny, I need someone to fuck me. Please Master, please fuck me," she whined, her unruly body trembling. Aiden looked her over, a small part of her mind reminding her why she had never pursued sex in the past. She wasn't necessarily overweight, just naturally thicker, which gave her some delightful breasts and an ass that all her friends said they were jealous of, but when she was always surrounded by slimmer girls like her sister and friends, her insecurities grew into shame and embarrassment. Now though, she didn't care what anyone thought of her body. All that mattered was that the horrible emptiness in her core got filled.

"No," Aiden said, shattering all of Whitney's sex-fueled hopes. She needed to be fucked so badly, and this hunk of pure sex wouldn't even consider it. She hung her head, her breathing getting heavier as the lust threatened to destroy her. "I'm not going to fuck you," Aiden said, looking down at the panting blonde. "You're going to fuck me." Whitney's eyes shot back up to his, lust, desperation, and joy swirling in them. "Embrace your lust and take what you want. You'll never get anywhere just asking. You have to take what you want."

Aiden's words resounded in Whitney's head, her shrinking inhibitions withering to nothing in the face of her desire. Her eyes snapped to Aiden's cock, long and erect between his muscular thighs. She could have it. No, she would have it. It wasn't up to this man whether she had sex with him anymore, she was going to take what she wanted. And at that moment, she wanted to take a cock to her virgin cunt.

Whitney's eyes went wild as she lunged for Aiden, her dress tearing at the seams as she tackled him and straddled his waist. She reached down and tore her undershorts and panties off, removing any barrier between their sexes. She relished the feeling of his hard length rubbing against her wet folds for a second before reaching down, lining him up, and burying his fuckstick in her cunt.

Whitney's shriek of pleasure, tinged with pain, echoed through the room as she finally got filled. She nearly came too, but held back. Still, she could feel that it wouldn't be long. Encouraged, she started riding Aiden hard, his towering shaft pulling out of her tunnel briefly before filling it again, each stroke sending her to further and further heights. She could feel his cock stretching her exquisitely, her muscles coaxing drops of precum out of his flared tip, their heat sending bursts of raw pleasure through her overcharged body. Her body was screaming for orgasm, encouraging her to seek even more pleasure. She viciously tore off the dress she had spent hours finding for the occasion, freeing her heavy breasts and exposing her plump waist, which Aiden eagerly grabbed hold of, thrusting harder into the woman. Whitney felt her body lock up as a torrent of feeling welled up from her core, sending small spasms through her body and cunt.

"Yes yes, make me cum! I'm so close, come on!! Shoot your cum in my twat so I can finish!" she screamed, slamming Aiden's dick as far into her as she could. It seemed to do the trick, Aiden's muscles tensing beneath her, cock throbbing, before spurts of jizz splashed against her inner walls, giving her the last jolt she needed.