Chapter 3
Her hands braced against what felt like stone pectorals while her hips began to move, searching for friction against her clit.
Odette couldn't think clearly anymore.
There was nothing left inside her except that filthy, desperate need to chase pleasure, to rub herself harder against that shape beneath her until the fire in her body finally eased.
Her pussy lips spread against the hard bulge as she rode the stone like a needy woman.
She leaned forward, her body arching in a shameless curve, her ass tightening every time her pussy ground down over the swelling between his legs.
Her clit throbbed and pulsed, begging for more speed, while her wetness soaked the stone and rolled down, slicking everything beneath her.
If Odette could've seen herself, she would've seen a small, nearly naked female fucking the massive stone body carved over an imposing throne.
An enormous lycan carved from obsidian sat in the shadows of the cave, surrounded by a crystal-clear underground lake.
And she was riding him now with lustful cries and clumsy, inexperienced rolls of her hips, too lost in the drug, the pain, and the heat to understand what she was doing.
She tore the fabric from her tits and touched herself urgently, twisting her nipples while her hips rocked back and forth, chasing that pressure building under her belly.
But her pussy wanted more.
It wanted something inside her, something filling her, stretching her, thrusting into her with real force.
"Aahh, yes, yes, more, more..."
With her head tipped back and her tongue slipping out between moans of lust, Odette's virginal body rocked again and again.
She didn't realize that the overwhelming pleasure ripping through her was coming from something growing beneath her pussy.
Her pussy lips suddenly stretched wider, and something very hard began to push slowly into her small opening.
Odette loved it.
She wanted it deeper, much deeper.
"Ssshh, give it all to me, yes, yes, please, fuck me, breed me... Aahh, so hard... Push it deeper, more, more..."
Her back arched, and her hands flew behind her, bracing against those powerful thighs as she felt that thick cock pushing into her pussy from below.
Her legs tensed as she lifted herself and sank again.
The cock should have been solid stone, but an impossibly thick, flushed shaft was emerging between her thighs.
Only its swollen head was exposed, as if the rock had opened like a sheath to release that delicious prize.
Odette threw her head back in a cry of pain and pleasure when she dropped down hard and one deep thrust tore through her hymen.
But she couldn't stop.
She didn't want to stop.
That pain was nothing compared to the frantic need eating her alive.
So she took every inch of that monstrous cock as it kept growing, getting bigger, harder, more aggressively delicious inside her.
Thick veins throbbed along its length, and her juices rolled down the shaft every time she rose and sank again in those obscene, desperate bounces.
Odette felt her untouched vagina stretch as far as it could go, filled over and over until she thought that thick, precum-slick head would push straight into her cervix.
It was enormous, filling every inch of her tight sheath and making her cry from pure ecstasy.
"Aaagg... Give me your seed... Ah, ah, ah... Breed me, my male... Fill me... I want your cum, give it all to me, my wolf... Aahh, yes... So good... So fucking good..."
She lost her mind completely, arching her ass and riding the huge black-stone lycan as if he were her male and she were his woman in heat.
Pleasure coiled low in her belly until she couldn't hold it back, too sharp, too deep, too much for her inexperienced body.
Odette sank her claws into the beast's chest as she lifted her head, and a rough, broken scream tore out of her throat.
Her vagina convulsed in an orgasm that wiped her mind blank, while a heat she had never felt before flooded her insides.
Hot jets shot against her cervix, the beastly cock buried all the way to the base, and she rode him slowly through it, trembling and milking every drop of pleasure from him.
She came harder than she ever had, and at the same time, some impossible part of her swore she heard a wolf howling inside her mind.
The image of an enormous black-furred lycan with red eyes and a body radiating power broke through the fog in her head.
He was howling beneath the moon, radiating raw sex and lust, and then he seemed to find her there.
To see her.
To look at her with a hunger that made her tremble and ache all over again.
Odette clung tighter to that solid chest as she sobbed from too many feelings at once.
She never saw the statue's eyes flash for a second like two rubies.
She never saw the cracks spreading across the hard stone that had seemed impossible to break.
Between her legs, that reddish length remained buried inside her, too large for any ordinary wolf, and an enormous knot swelled beneath it, straining to push into her sex and claim her completely.
Milky cum leaked from her spread pussy and rolled down the dark stone, leaving white streaks behind.
More cracks opened across the statue of the gigantic lycan submerged in that underground cavern.
And while Odette's mind faded again, overwhelmed by the powerful energy pouring into her through the cock still buried inside her, she heard one last thing.
Words she would later dismiss as nothing more than another delirium.
"Wait for me, my little mate. When the moon turns red, I'll come to you."