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His mouth clamps onto my overstimulated clit, his tongue lashing in merciless circles and the torturous pleasure spirals beyond my ability to endure.

My scream is swallowed by the wet, obscene noises of his mouth working against me.

Each flick, each suck sends electric shocks of sensation coursing through me, igniting nerve endings that are already raw and screaming for relief.

But he doesn’t give me relief. He takes everything.

His hands move to my hips, rough and unyielding, as they grip me with a force that leaves no room for escape. His claws dig into the soft flesh of my ass cheeks, pulling me closer, angling me toward him as though he means to consume me whole.

Then I feel shocking pressure against my other hole as his tongue trails lower, probing at the tight, untouched ring of muscle.

My entire body goes rigid as he forces his slick organ past the resistant barrier.

Pain flares deep within me, melding with the overwhelming intensity of the stretch, and I reach a peak that almost feels like I shatter completely.

My consciousness gets murky as he keeps torturing me, his mouth, tongue, and fingers working together, playing with both my virgin holes.

Yet, when I feel him pulling at the chain, lowering me, the rush of adrenaline snaps me fully awake. But there’s nothing I can do to stop what comes next.

His monstrous shaft presses heavily against me, sliding up and down my slick folds with a deliberate slowness that makes me shudder.

Its texture is overwhelming: ridged, veined, bumpy, and velvety smooth despite its alien contours.

I whimper, squirming in the air, trying to twist away from the sensation, but there’s nowhere to go.

My arousal betrays me, pooling shamefully between my legs, dripping down my thighs in warm, slick trails.

“No,” I beg, but even as the word leaves my lips, my hips rock involuntarily toward him, drawn by some idiotic instinct I can’t control. The wetness coats his shaft as he presses forward, relentless and determined. The flared ridge of his head nudges against my entrance, and we both grunt.

“No, don’t do this! It won’t fit,” I yelp, realizing how huge he actually is. There’s no chance he can put that horrendous thing in me. “You’re going to kill me!”

The pressure builds, unyielding and maddening, as if he’s testing the limits of what I can take. I gasp, the air catching in my throat, as the blunt crown begins to stretch me, the size of him pushing my body beyond anything it’s ever known.

“Please,” I whisper, though I’m not sure if I’m pleading for him to stop or to finish what he’s started. My body trembles uncontrollably in a riot of sensations as pain and pleasure blur together.

Then, with a savage roar, he thrusts forward, and the flared ridge inches past my tight opening, breaking through. The sharp, searing pain is the worst I’ve ever endured. My back arches reflexively, and a wave of heat spreads through me as my body struggles to adjust to his immense size.

Or is it blood ?

He holds still for a moment, panting heavily, his hot breath ghosting over my skin as he savors the feel of my body surrendering to him just barely. His claws grip my hips tightly, sharp tips pressing into my flesh, anchoring me in place as he pushes deeper, claiming me inch by agonizing inch.

The pain lingers, but beneath it, something else stirs—a terrible, intoxicating fullness that leaves me gasping for air. Once he edges his first knot inside, my walls grip him so tightly that he has difficulty moving, the thick ridges of his shaft stretching me in ways I never imagined.

He growls, forcing his way in with brutal thrusts, and I’m terrified he’s going to rip me in half. I swear it feels like something is tearing inside when the second knot enters, no matter how many orgasms he gave me, preparing my pussy for this.

He’s so deep, it’s unbearable.

“Too much! It’s too much!” I sob.

He snarls, his massive hands sliding up my sides to steady me as he draws back with maddening friction.

Mine , his primitive growl seems to say as he begins to move, setting a pace that’s both punishing and intoxicating. After a few thrusts, the pain begins to fade slightly, replaced by a growing pleasure that threatens to consume me whole.

His claws slip down again, pressing into the soft flesh of my ass.

The sting of their sharp points blends into the throbbing ache inside me as he rocks forward, his thrusts becoming harder with each motion.

My thighs burn as he spreads me wider, pushing me into a near-split, and I can feel every vein, every grove of his monstrous length as it drags against my inner walls, leaving me raw and trembling.

My pleas for mercy dissolve into incoherent moans, the words stolen from me as he drives himself deeper.

His body radiates heat, and the air is thick with his musky scent, which I can’t resist. My overstimulated body gives in, overwhelmed by the violent pleasure, and I come again—my release gushing out in uncontrollable waves, the shock of it ripping through me like lightning.

He bellows, a deafening roar of satisfaction that echoes in the cavernous space around us, the sound vibrating through my bones and making the chains above my head rattle violently.

His claws dig deeper into my flesh, gripping me so tightly I feel the sting of them breaking skin, the warmth of blood seeping where he’s marked me as his.

He pulls me closer, impossibly tight, until his entire length drives into me with one last brutal thrust.

I feel him pulse inside me, his release rushing forth in a molten torrent, thick and scorching, flooding every inch of me.

There’s so much of him that his seed overflows, leaking out of me in thick streams that slide down my thighs and drip onto the ground below.

My body trembles, overstretched and raw, but he doesn’t pull out.

He stays buried deep, his massive frame pressing into mine as his cock throbs with the force of his release.

His breath comes in harsh, ragged gasps, each exhalation warm against my skin, his chest rumbling with the aftershocks of his carnal roar.

He’s still in rut, his hips jerking forward instinctively, grinding into me even as his release continues to spill, endless and overwhelming.

My legs quiver uselessly in his grasp, and my vision blurs as the sensations push me to the brink of my limits.

The heat of him sears deep into me, leaving no part of me untouched, no part of me unclaimed.