9. Chapter Nine

Chapter nine

I pace around my room, unable to contain my impatience for nightfall. All day I have been aroused, desperate to rub one out, but I'm saving myself for Kruk and our moonlight ritual.

The throbbing sensation between my legs grows stronger with each passing minute. I’m desperately trying to ignore it but the thought of Kruk's colossal cock penetrating deep inside me is too much. Fuck it, I can cum twice in one day.

I slip a hand under my spider silk dress and slide my fingers along my slick folds. I shudder at the contact, stroking myself faster. I’m so close. I’m right on the edge.

Wait, is that footsteps?

I whip my hand back and smooth my dress.

Stripe stands in the doorway, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. He tilts his head back, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. A rumbling growl emanates from his broad chest and his lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth in a predatory grin.

I can smell your desire, my queen , he says, his cock swelling ever so slightly. But you must wait for your king. Tonight, Kruk will fill you with his seed until your womb swells with new life.

My breath catches at his words and my body clenches in anticipation. He’s right, I need to wait. Tonight, I am Kruk’s.

Just then, Kruk appears in my chamber. His fur is adorned with intricate gold markings. They appear to be some kind of runes. His manhood, already semi-erect, is frighteningly large.

Are you ready, Emily?

I nod mutely, unable to form words as I take in the sight of him. He extends a hand towards me, and I place my trembling one in his warm palm.

We make our way through the dimly lit tunnels of the Eldruk territory until, in the distance, I see moonlight. We continue walking until the underground passageway opens onto a glade in the Payette National Forest. A silvery glow bathes the clearing, cast by the full moon above. The trees around the clearing seem to sway in time with my racing heartbeat, their leaves rustling like whispers of excitement. I can feel the Eldruk's eyes on us, their presence electric in the air. There is no turning back now.

A sacred circle has been laid on the ground, at its edges I can see intricate runes that glow with an ethereal blue. Kruk leads me into the center. He turns to face me, his eyes burning with a primal fire that both terrifies and arouses me. His hand trembles ever so slightly as he brushes a lock of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

Are you sure you want this, Emily? he asks, his voice husky with barely restrained desire. Once we begin the ritual, there is no turning back.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm sure."

Relief and lust mingle in his eyes as he nods.

Very well. Lay down.

I comply, the ground is soft against my back. Kruk kneels between my legs. Slowly, he trails one claw down my body, slicing through the fabric of my gown. I gasp as the scraps of white material fall away, leaving me exposed.

Kruk's eyes devour my naked form hungrily.

So beautiful.

He runs his hands along my inner thighs, parting them. I whimper in anticipation.

The Eldruk stand around us now, forming a circle, their feral eyes fixated on our every move. I can feel their lust and anticipation as if it were my own.

With a primal growl, Kruk's beastly form takes over completely. He rears back on his hind legs and roars. His massive cock, now fully erect, juts out from his hairy abdomen, glistening in the moonlight. It's even more monstrous than I could have imagined, easily the size of my forearm, if not bigger. A thick line of precum oozes from the swollen purple head, tinting the air with its musky scent.

Lifting his hulking form over me, Kruk lowers himself carefully onto all fours. His mass is astounding, but I feel no pain as his clawed paws support his immense body. He brings his muzzle close to my face, our noses touching.

Tonight, I claim you as mine.

A deep-rooted part of me thrills at the idea of being claimed by this magnificent beast. I nod vigorously in agreement, my heart pounding in anticipation.

The Eldruk around the edges begin to sing again, their haunting voices echoing through the forest. The melody is primal, ancient — it seeps into my bones and resonates deep within my core. Kruk's claws trail down my sides, his eyes burning with feral intensity as he gazes upon my naked form.

My breath catches in my throat as I feel the tip of his cock brush against my entrance. I am helpless, surrendering myself fully to the ritual and the beast above me. Slowly, agonizingly, Kruk pushes forward, stretching me wider than I ever thought possible. I cry out, back arching, toes curling into the soft earth beneath me. It won’t fit. There’s no way I can take it.

Kruk begins to sing too, his deep baritone joining the haunting chorus of the Eldruk. The melody seems to emanate from his very soul. His voice reverberates through my body as he continues his slow advance, filling me deeper and deeper with his mighty dick. I gasp and moan, overcome by the intensity of the sensation. My inner walls stretch to accommodate him, slick heat enveloping inch after inch of his throbbing shaft. Above me, Kruk's expression is one of ecstasy, his eyes glowing with fiery possession.

The singing swells, voices intertwine in a hypnotic tapestry of sound. Kruk draws back slowly before thrusting forward once more, eliciting a strangled cry from my lips. He sets a steady rhythm, each powerful stroke going deeper than the last. I cling to his fur desperately, lost in a haze of pleasure.

There is a flash of pain as my body struggles to accommodate his girth, then an overwhelming sense of fullness as Kruk sheaths himself fully inside me. We are connected now, beast and woman, our energies mingling and coalescing. The Eldruk's song crescendos, fueling the primal magic that binds us. Kruk begins to move, rocking his hips in an ancient rhythm. With each powerful thrust, he touches something deep within me, a part of my soul I never knew existed.

The Eldruk's song shifts, the tempo increasing to match our frenzied coupling. Kruk's eyes blaze with feral lust as he pounds into me, my body rocking beneath him. I'm lost in ecstasy, tossed about on waves of pleasure so intense they border on pain. My fingers tangle in Kruk's thick fur, holding on for dear life. His hot breath gusts against my neck and shoulders as he drives into me over and over. I can feel every ridge and vein of his monstrous cock stretching my tight passage.

The Eldruk's song reaches a fever pitch, their voices rising to a crescendo that seems to tear at the very fabric of reality itself. The runes etched into the ground beneath us glow brighter, casting shimmering lights that dance across our entangled bodies like phantom lovers. An incredible heat begins to build deep inside me, coalescing in my womb, and I know that the time has come.

I claim thee as mine.

"And I thee," I manage to gasp in response, my voice hoarse with need. "I claim you as my own."

As our climax approaches, I can feel the ancient magic uncoiling inside me like a coiled snake, seeking release. The runes around us glow brighter still, casting strange shadows on our entwined bodies. The very air seems to vibrate with power.

Bound body and soul. Through space and time, I am yours. I accept your claim.

As the words resonate in my mind, the world seems to explode into a kaleidoscope of colors. The forest around us shimmers and warps, as if it were no more than a reflection on the surface of a pond. The Eldruk's cries of ecstasy reach an ear-splitting pitch, their forms blurring into one undulating mass of energy.

The orgasm hits me like a freight train, tearing through every fiber of my being. I arch my back, my nails digging into Kruk's fur as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. His gargantuan cock pulsates deep inside me. His hot seed fills me in long, powerful spurts. I feel a searing heat in my core as if my very essence is being rewritten.

As our orgasms subside, the world around us begins to settle. The ripples in the fabric of reality calm. The runes on the ground fade away, leaving no trace of their existence. The other Eldruk disperse into the trees, leaving Kruk and me alone in the clearing.

Kruk withdraws from me slowly, and I whimper at the feeling of emptiness that washes over me.

It is done. The ritual is complete.

Slowly, I sit up, my body aching in places I didn't know existed. My eyes meet Kruk's, and in them, I see a depth of emotion that takes my breath away.

We are now bound , he says quietly in my mind. From this day forth, we are one.

I nod, unable to find words to express the connection I feel with him at this moment.

In the flickering light of the forest, just over Kruk's shoulder, I see a figure in the shadows. I assume it's a lingering Eldruk, I barely give it a second glance until a trembling voice cuts through the night air.

"Emily?"

My heart stops. That voice. I know that voice. I turn, my stomach clenching with sudden dread. It’s Mark, my boyfriend.

Horror washes over me as I see the confusion and fear in his eyes. He steps out into the clearing, looking between me and Kruk.

"What are you doing?" he asks, his voice shaking.

Fuck, how am I going to explain this?