Chapter 50
FIFTY
VIVIENNE
The huge, hairy hand around my waist lifted me off my feet as though I weighed nothing.
I was carried, dangling, back to the exact center of the Moon Glade, the cool night air rushing past my skin.
When he set me down, my legs refused to hold me.
My knees turned to water, buckling, and I sank into the cool, damp grass. I couldn’t run. I could only stare.
The Beast stood before me, a silhouette against the rising moon. He wasn’t a wolf—he was a wolf-man. Over eight feet tall, he stood powerfully on two thick, fur-covered hind legs.
A shaggy pelt of jet-black fur covered him from the neck down, rippling over ridges of muscle that moved with a terrifying, predatory grace.
His face was a nightmare blend of human and wolf—a long muzzle lined with sharp teeth, but with a brow and a jawline that still held a ghost of Kor’s handsome features.
His eyes glowed with a fierce, intelligent gold, pinning me in place.
My breath came in short, sharp pants. This had to be a dream. A horrible, vivid dream. I was sure of it—it must be!
Then I saw the furry pouch between his powerful thighs. It twitched…then it opened.
The Beast’s cock slid out—long and thick and impossibly red—a stark, shiny contrast against the black fur. It was massive—a brutal length of flesh that tapered to a broad, blunt head already glistening with moisture. The moonlight caught it, making it look wet, alien, and terrifyingly real.
Horror locked my throat. But beneath the horror, a traitorous, mesmerized fascination took root. I found I couldn’t look away, even when I tried. It was so big…so impossibly huge. How could he ever use that on anyone?
He’s going to use it on you if you don’t get away from here! shouted a little voice in my head.
I started to move…but then his scent hit me. It was wild and musky—a dark spice that was nothing like Kor’s clean, masculine smell… and yet everything like it. It was Kor, amplified…untamed…stripped of all restraint. It poured over me, into me, and my body responded instantly, traitorously.
A deep, aching throb began in my breasts. I felt them swell, heavy and tight as my nectar began to rise, making my nipples hard, sensitive peaks against the rough canvas still wrapped around me.
Worse, a hot, slick rush of wetness flooded the V between my legs. My pussy clenched around nothing—a hollow, aching emptiness that suddenly begged to be filled.
Suddenly, I understood what was happening—my Heat Cycle, staved off and denied for so long—was peaking with a vengeance. Kor had never gotten to finish breeding me last night. Now my body was demanding it—begging for completion…
And the source of that completion—the thing my body was begging for— was standing right in front of me.
No. No, I can’t. I have to get away, I thought frantically.
But the instinct to run was now nothing more than a weak spark in a storm of instinct. Still, I tried. I turned, scrambling to my hands and knees, and began to lurch towards the tree line.
I only managed one stumbling step before those huge hands were on me again.
The Beast lifted me like a doll, bringing me up to his chest. One hand, tipped with razor-sharp black claws that could have eviscerated me with a twitch, hooked into the stained drop cloth I had wrapped around myself.
He gave a short, sharp tug and the fabric tore like tissue paper, falling away in shreds.
“Oh Goddess,” I whispered unsteadily, too afraid to move. “Please…please don’t hurt me!”
I was utterly naked, shivering in the cool air, cradled in his monstrous hands. He brought me close to his muzzle, and I could feel the heat of his breath—smell the wild, dark spice of him even more strongly.
He sniffed me—a deep, rumbling inhale that traveled from my hair, down my neck, and over my trembling breasts. A low, approving growl vibrated through his chest and into my bones.
Then he lowered his head. His long, pink tongue, shockingly soft, slid out and curled around one aching, nectar-swollen nipple. He licked—a slow, deliberate motion that made me cry out with mingled fear and pleasure. Then he sealed his mouth over it and began to suck.
The sensation was electric. It wasn’t the gentle suction of a man—Kor had always been so gentle with me when he eased the nectar from my breasts. The Beast was more direct. His mouth on my breast was powerful, demanding, and possessive.
He drew the sweet, rich nectar from me in deep pulls, and with each pull, showers of sparks cascaded through my body, pooling in a molten ache between my thighs. A moan was torn from my lips.
Oh God, this can’t be turning me on. It can’t, I moaned inwardly.
But it was. My body arched into his mouth, seeking more. He emptied one breast, then moved to the other, repeating the process until both felt light and relieved, the desperate pressure gone, replaced by a deep, throbbing need of a different kind.
But the Beast wasn’t done with me yet.
He lifted me higher, making me gasp with his effortless strength, and pressed his muzzle between my thighs.
“Hey!” I gasped, wiggling helplessly in his powerful grip. “Hey, you can’t just…”
And then his long, hot tongue parted my pussy lips and slid over my aching clit.
“Goddess!” I moaned as he did it again and again.
His mouth was so hot—his tongue rough and gentle at the same time.
It was clear he was trying to be gentle with me, but he was too big to manage it effectively.
He licked me over and over, sliding his thick tongue deep inside me in a way that made me remember Kor stretching my pussy on the nights I needed to be filled.
Had it been his Beast’s tongue opening me?
It must have been, I thought. Oh God, if only it didn’t feel so good…
if only it didn’t make me want even more…
Just when I was sure I was going to come, The Beast set me down on the grass again, his glowing eyes never leaving mine.
I looked up at him, towering over me in the moonlight.
“What…what do you want from me?” I asked, my voice trembling and uncertain.
I wasn’t sure if he understood me, but then he pressed forward and I felt it—the thick, hot length of his cock rubbing against my belly—branding me with its heat.
I looked down at the massive shaft. He was at least twice as big as Kor had been in human form. Thicker, longer—a terrifying instrument of pure male potency.
There’s no way, the little voice in my head insisted. There is no way you can take him.
I thought of running again. I thought of the Pack—dozens of eyes watching from the shadows, witnessing my shame. But it all felt distant somehow—dreamlike and unimportant next to the primal reality of the Beast and the urgent needs of my own body.
The Beast didn’t wait for an invitation—he pushed me forward, onto my hands and knees.
“Please…” I whispered, trembling, my breasts hanging down like ripe, heavy fruit, the last drops of nectar beading on my nipples and falling to the cool grass below.
Then I felt him kneel behind me, his massive presence blocking out the moonlight and casting a shadow around me as his heat enveloped me.
Get away! Run—crawl—do whatever you have to but don’t just stay there! screamed the voice in my head.
But I felt frozen in place—unable to move.
I waited on my hands and knees for the tearing pain—the sensation of being split in half—knowing there was nothing I could do to stop what was coming.
I made no move to escape because it felt inevitable.
My body was begging for it—begging to be bred, to be filled, to have this burning, empty ache finally put to rest. The huge, hairy Beast behind me was going to give me what I needed—whether I wanted him to or not.
And then I felt it—the blunt, slick head of his cock nudging against my slippery, swollen pussy. His precum was so hot it almost burned, and I shied forward instinctively. Then I remembered—Kor’s words echoing in my head.
“My precum… my cum… it has compounds that will help you open. It’ll help you take me.”
Maybe the Beast had that same ability—at least, I certainly hoped he did.
Trembling, I pressed back against him. Instead of shying away, I opened myself for the broad head as it rubbed against my entrance, spreading my own wetness and his. And when it found my opening, I spread my knees wider, lowering my chest to the grass, presenting myself…helping him.
The Beast made a low, rumbling sound of approval and one big, warm, furred hand stroked down my spine. Then he pushed forward, into me, entering me for the first time.
The stretching sensation as the massive head began to push inside was almost too much to take.
“God—oh, God!” I gasped as I felt my inner walls straining, burning as they were forced to accommodate his impossible girth. I felt his big, hairy paws reach forward, his claws carefully sheathed, to palm my swaying breasts, his thumbs rubbing rough circles over my sensitized nipples.
Then, to my utter surprise, he spoke.
“Hold…still.”
His voice was low and rough—more of an animal’s growl than human speech—but I understood the words. They vibrated through me, making my whole body tremble.
“I… I’m trying,” I panted into the grass, my fingers clutching at the roots. “You’re so big!”
“Come… in you,” he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. “Help… you… open.”
“All right,” I whispered, squeezing my eyes shut. “All right—do it.”
I held as still as I could while he stroked and tugged my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through me. And then he began to move—just the huge, slick head of his cock sliding in and out of my tightly stretched entrance, an inch at a time.
The friction was maddening—stretching me a little more with each shallow thrust. Oh God, would this never end? I wanted it to be over…and yet my body never wanted it to stop.
Then the Beast grunted again, and I felt it—a hot, wet spurt deep inside me. A moment later and a scalding gush of his cum flooded my channel.
I gasped and arched my back, opening even more for him. I had never felt it when Carter came inside me—he never left more than a trickle of cum when he took me.
It was different with the Beast. He was flooding me—pumping so much of his cum into my trembling pussy that it ran out again, making hot rivulets down my bare thighs. And as he came, he tugged my nipples, making me moan for him…making me want more even though I knew I shouldn’t.
But though he came and came, he never softened. He remained rock-hard and thicker than ever. I could feel it in the way he was nudging deeper inside me.
“Now,” he growled in my ear, the word a promise and a threat. “Now is time to fuck you…breed you. Keep your pussy open…for my cock.”
“I…I’ll try!” I moaned.
“Good,” he growled. And then he pushed forward.
I cried out, a sound of mingled pain and blinding pleasure, as the enormous shaft plowed into me, filling me relentlessly. The burning stretch was still there, but it was changing, melting under the heat of his seed. My inner walls, slick with his cum, began to give way, stretching to take him.
I moaned and held still for him, submitting just as he had ordered. I knew it was his seed, helping me open. His cream filled me, making the invasion of his thick cock possible.
And then the Beast gripped my hips in his huge hands and began to fuck me.
It was a slow, deep, powerful rhythm. Each thrust drove him deeper, until I felt the head of his cock kissing a place inside me I’d never known existed.
“Ah…ah…” I moaned, unable to be silent as he plowed me.
My breasts swayed heavily with each powerful drive of his hips, his rough palms never leaving them, pinching and rolling my nipples until they were exquisitely sore.
His hot, panting breath washed over the back of my neck and shoulders—a constant reminder of the wild thing that had me.
The sounds we made together were audible—the wet, rhythmic slap of his furred hips against my ass…
our combined ragged breathing…my own soft, involuntary cries as he filled me over and over.
I thought again of everyone in the Pack watching me—watching me get fucked by the Beast. I should care about that—I should be embarrassed—ashamed. And part of me was—but another, bigger part, didn’t care. My Heat Cycle was peaking—urging me on—making me want this, even though I knew I shouldn’t.
“Oh God, please…please!” I panted, but I didn’t know if I was begging him to stop or to keep going.
His heavy balls slapped against my sensitive, swollen clit with every deep thrust, the impact sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
Soon, even shame and humiliation were distant memories.
There was only this—the overwhelming fullness…
the deep, internal frictio…and the building coil of pleasure in my belly.
Despite everything, my body was betraying me, climbing towards the peak.
“Close… I’m so close,” I sobbed, my head dropping. “Oh God, please, I need to come…make me come!”
The Beast seemed to understand me.
With a final, deep roar that shook the ground, he drove forward one last time. I felt a huge, thick bulge—his knot—press against my stretched entrance, and then, with a sudden, shocking motion, it slid inside me.
That was all it took.
A long, low moan was torn from my throat as an orgasm of seismic proportions ripped through me. My body trembled violently, my inner walls clamping and milking the massive shaft inside me in frantic, rhythmic pulses, as if my very womb was begging to be flooded with his cum.
The Beast gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and growled, a sound of pure, possessive triumph.
“MINE!”
And then I felt him begin to swell. His knot expanded impossibly huge inside me, locking us together—a thick, throbbing fist that stretched me even further, sealing him inside me.
He began to come again.
This time it wasn’t a gush—it was a torrent. A scalding, endless flood that erupted from him with such force I could feel it hitting the deepest part of me.
The head of his cock was pressed directly against the mouth of my womb, and with each powerful jet, I felt a second, deeper yielding happening as my body opened, welcoming him in.
He was coming directly into my womb—filling me, breeding me, claiming me in a way I had never been claimed before. It was a violation and a completion—a horror and a blessing—all wrapped in a scorching, endless wave of release.
I lost track of time, of the crowd, of everything. There was only the Beast locked inside me, the heat of his seed filling me to overflowing, and the stunning, soul-deep knowledge that I had been thoroughly, and irrevocably bred.