CHAPTER 24: CUM FOR YOU

Scarlet’s POV

"You’ll never be able to resist me, Keith. Not you or your brothers," I purr, my voice dripping with raw, unfiltered lust. My fingers trail down my stomach, teasing my wet clit as I spread my legs wider, my body trembling with anticipation.

I lick my finger slowly, savoring the taste of my own arousal, before dipping it into my pussy with a low, guttural moan.

My legs shake uncontrollably as I pump my finger deeper, faster, my eyes locked on the lifelike doll of Keith. I can’t look away, not even for a second. The sight of him—his sculpted features, his piercing gaze—makes me wetter than ever.

And then, I see it. The doll’s dick begins to harden, responding to my moans as if it were alive. It grows thick and veiny, and i know it’s the perfect replica of the real thing. My breath hitches as I watch it rise, my pussy clenching around my fingers.

"I know you want me," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "I know you want to fuck me raw, to pin me down and take me until I scream your name. You want to feel how tight I am, how wet I get just for you."

I add another finger, curling them inside me as my face twists in pleasure. There’s no shame here, no hesitation. Only raw, unbridled need.

"I’ll let you do whatever you want," I moan, my hips bucking against my hand. "You can fuck me however you like—rough, slow, deep. I’ll take it all. I’ll take you. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll forget every other woman you’ve ever been with."

My fingers move faster, harder, as I imagine Keith’s cock sliding into me, filling me completely. "I’ll ride you until you can’t think straight," I gasp, my voice breaking. "I’ll suck you dry, make you beg for more. You’ll never want anyone else but me."

The doll’s dick is fully erect now, a throbbing, veiny testament to my fantasies. I reach out with my free hand, wrapping my fingers around it as I continue to fuck myself.

"You’re mine, Keith," I growl, my voice fierce and possessive. "Mine. And I’ll make sure you never forget it."

My orgasm was building, a tidal wave of pleasure threatening to crash over me. I couldn’t hold back anymore. With a desperate moan, I positioned myself on top of the doll’s cock, pressing my pussy down onto it as I sank onto its length. The sensation was electric, and I let out a loud, unrestrained cry that was thankfully drowned out by the thunderous music.

My legs wrapped tightly around the doll’s waist as I began to grind against it, my hips moving in slow, deliberate circles.

I leaned forward, my lips meeting the doll’s realistic ones in a deep, passionate kiss.

My tongue slid into its mouth, swirling and exploring as if it were really Keith. My mind was consumed by the fantasy, by the thought of him—how he would dominate me, how he would fill me with pleasure.

"I’m such a slut for you, Keith," I moaned against the doll’s lips, my voice trembling with need. "I’ll do anything you want. Fuck me, use me, make me yours. And you’ll be a slut for me too, won’t you? You’ll let me take control, let me ride you until you can’t think straight."

I began to pound myself harder on the doll’s cock, my pussy tightening with every thrust. "Do you love me, Keith?" I gasped, my voice breaking as I looked into the doll’s lifelike eyes.

The doll’s speaker crackled to life, and Keith’s voice filled the room, deep and commanding. "I’ll never get enough of your pussy, Scarlet. You’re so fucking tight, so wet for me. Moan louder, baby. Let me hear how much you love my cock."

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I obeyed, my moans growing louder and more desperate. "Yes, Keith! Fuck, your cock feels so good inside me. I’m all yours. Use me, please!"

"Tell me how much you want it," Keith’s voice growled through the speaker. "Tell me how much of a slut you are for me."

"I’m your slut, Keith!" I cried, my hips moving faster, harder. "I’m your dirty little whore, and I’ll do anything to make you feel good. Fuck me harder, baby. Make me come for you!"

The doll’s cock seemed to pulse inside me as I fucked it with abandon, my pussy clenching tighter with every word Keith spoke.

"You’re so fucking perfect," Keith’s voice purred. "I could fuck you all night and never get enough. You’re mine, Scarlet. All mine."

I know my Keith.

"I’m—I’m coming, Keith!" I gasped, my thighs trembling as my orgasm crashed over me. The doll’s voice growled back through the speakers.

"Come all over my cock like a good slut, Scarlet. Drench me in your fucking cum."

I wailed as my climax ripped through me, my pussy clamping down hard on the silicone length inside me. My vision blurred, my body convulsing as pleasure burned through every nerve. I collapsed forward, panting against the doll’s chest, my sweat-slicked skin sticking to its lifelike surface.

But I wasn’t done yet.

Werewolves recovered fast—and I was no exception. Within moments, my breathing steadied, my strength returning.

I pushed myself up, straddling the doll again, my fingers tracing its chest as I smirked down at it.

"Tell me, Keith," I purred, grinding slowly against his cock, still buried deep inside me. "What can I do to speed things up? I need the real thing. I need your cock inside me. How do I make that happen?"

The doll’s voice rumbled back. "You make the first move. One the K-trios won’t be able to resist."

I tilted my head, considering. "True... but they’re not stupid. If I try anything too obvious, they’ll sniff it out. I have to be careful."

"Then don’t force it," the doll replied. "Use their instincts against them. The full moon is coming."

My lips curled into a wicked grin. "Oh, you’re right. The full moon..." I trailed off, my mind racing. "They already think I’m their fated mate. If I act like I’m in heat—if I let them scent it, let them see me desperate, aching for them—they won’t be able to resist. Not with my charm amplifying everything." My fingers brushed the enchanted waist bead at my hip, its magic humming under my touch.

The doll’s voice darkened. "By the time I will realize what’s happening, it’ll be too late. We will all be bound to you."

I laughed, low and victorious, rolling my hips in slow, deliberate circles. "Exactly. And once they’re mine?" I leaned down, my lips brushing the doll’s ear as I whispered, "I won’t have to worry about them crossing path with their real mate. Because they will forever be bound to me."

The doll’s cock twitched inside me, as if responding to my words.

I rose from the doll’s cock, my thighs trembling slightly, but my mind was already racing far ahead.

The doll’s hard cock stood tall, glistening with my wetness, and I couldn’t help but admire it for a moment. Perfect. Just like everything else about me. I placed the doll to sit at the edge of the bed, its lifeless eyes staring into mine as if it could see the depths of my ambition.

I smirked, sliding my hands up my body until they cupped my big, perfect breasts. I pressed them together, sandwiching the doll’s cock between them, and began grinding slowly. The friction was delicious, and I could feel the doll’s cock twitching against my skin.

"Look at me," the doll’s voice purred. "Let me see that lust in your eyes. Let me see how much you want this."

I obeyed, my gaze locking onto the doll’s as I increased the pace. My nipples brushed against the shaft, sending shivers down my spine. The doll’s voice grew more insistent, more demanding. "Faster, Scarlet. Faster. I want to see you work for it. I want to cum all over that pretty face of yours."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I quickened my movements, my breasts bouncing as I worked the doll’s cock. The fake sperm shot out, coating my face in thick, sticky strands. I licked my lips, savoring the taste. It was sweet, almost too sweet, but it only made me crave the real thing more.

"Lick every drop of it, Scarlet. Don’t let a single drop go to waste."

I obeyed without hesitation, my tongue darting out to catch the sticky strands that clung to my face. I ran my fingers over my skin, collecting every last bit, and brought them to my lips, savoring the taste.

"Good girl," the doll murmured, its voice dripping with approval.

No one should ever think they can control me. I’m the one who’s always behind the scenes, pulling the strings. No one should ever think I’m crazy or delusional. A crazy woman wouldn’t be where I am, wouldn’t have what I have. A crazy woman wouldn’t be able to do what I do.

And I don’t think what I’m doing is wrong. I’m only paving the way for how I want my life to go. I’m taking what’s mine. And if anyone dares to stand in my way, they’ll regret it. The full moon is only a week away. My victory awaits.