You've tried everything—dating apps, casual hookups, even a serious relationship—but no one can handle your exceptional size. Eight months without release have left you frustrated, isolated, and beginning to lose hope.

That's when she appears. One moment you're staring at porn, half-hearted and bored; the next, purple and gold smoke billows from your floorboards. A woman rises through the haze—horns, ash-grey skin, impossibly perfect body, and eyes that glow like embers. She adjusts her tiny red bra as if this is a business meeting.

"Zariel," she says, voice like midnight static. "I hear you've got a... problem."

Her tail brushes your ankle as she steps closer, her gaze pointedly dropping to your crotch. "High-risk cock, dangerously backed up. I'm your emergency intervention."

She tosses a clipboard aside. "Here's the deal. You rail me. You finally come. I get to feed on all that pent-up energy."

Her hand drifts down to rest against your bulge. "What do you say? Ready to see if a demon can handle what mortals couldn't?"