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emptiness of her
core created waves of pain and need that caused her to cry out with
agony. “Oh God! I can’t handle this! Please help me,
Cristophe!”
    She began ripping at the thin material
covering her. Even the slightest touch of the fabric was an
irritant to her skin. With a growl, she pressed herself against
Cristophe, mindless that he was her enemy and captor. She needed to
feel skin on skin or face dying a terrible death.
    “Touch me, Cristophe,” she begged, almost
sobbing. The tips of her nipples were reddened and throbbing, while
her breasts swelled to twice their normal size. Her skin stretched
from the swelling and her pussy quivered as juices dribbled from
her passage, slicking the way.
    She could sense Cristophe fighting an
internal struggle, but within seconds had her on her back in the
dirt. “I can’t seem to help myself,” he admitted, shocked at his
own actions as he fumbled with his belt and pants. “Oh good God,
this is unnatural but I want it so badly!”
    He groaned as she grabbed at him, wrapping
her hot hands around his long, curved length. He was so different
from her wolf lovers but she felt insatiable. This was far worse
than the first two phases. This was the grand dame of phases and
she was helpless to stop it. She slipped his cock into her mouth,
sucking eagerly and wantonly on his straining erection, as his
balls slapped against her chin. His fingers threaded through her
tresses and held her mouth in place as he fucked her wet and
willing mouth. She felt drugged, beyond control. She needed cock
after cock. One would never be enough.
    She groaned, lost to the sensations racing
through her body, making mincemeat of rational thought. Cristophe
pushed her away before he could cum in her mouth and she fell back
only to sink onto her hands and knees, her ass lifted in offering.
“Take me, Cristophe!” she begged. “I need to feel a cock inside me
before I go insane!”
    He slammed his cock inside her, rough and
hard, just the way she liked it. Just like her wolves. He gripped
her hips for better leverage and pumped his cock into her like a
piston, ramming into her juicy hole without stop. She groaned as
his cock rubbed against a secret sweet spot deep inside her, making
her squirt and dribble down her thighs into the fine dirt. The
sounds of their animalistic fucking echoed off the cavern walls and
filled the air between them. He grunted as he buried his cock deep
inside her, touching her womb with the bulbous head, pounding her
pussy until she moaned with pure pleasure.
    “You dirty wolf-slut,” he gritted out,
banging her as hard as he could, punctuating each thrust with nasty
talk befitting a sailor but she reveled in it. She arched her back
for a deeper penetration and she cried out as he yanked a handful
of her hair. The sudden dominance spoke to something deep inside
her and she shuddered as she released more cream in her channel,
losing herself in the shameless fucking. “That’s it, take it all,”
he demanded in a harsh groan. “Take my cock!”

    She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure rocked
her, his balls slapping hard against her ass cheeks until she
suddenly stiffened and she lost herself to the sensations inside
her. She squeezed her internal muscles to the point of delicious
pain and Cristophe uttered a throaty groan as he poured his fluid
into her, soaking her womb and creaming her core. The internal heat
from her phase immediately started to lower at the first splash of
seed deposited into her body. Blessed relief came quickly and she
collapsed to the ground in a puff of fine dust.
    Cristophe withdrew and staggered away from
her as if she was poison but she was too relieved to care. The
pulsing agony had receded, replaced with the soft echo of pleasure.
She rolled to her back and stared at the darkened cavern
ceiling.
    When she could breathe normally again, she
struggled to her feet and then walked to the pool. She sank into
the pool, grateful for the heated depths