Naked, wet and surrounded by Lycans in a sex dungeon.

How had this happened?

Oh yeah.

I paid for it.

I was regretting this so fucking bad.

I watch helplessly wide eyed, my limbs numb – the only true weight I feel is the large gold collar across my shoulders – and my braid behind my back.

Onyx, in charge of this paid punishment, casually reaches behind him – and his claw flicks over the light switch.

Lights out.

I see nothing.

"Punish the bitch."

Fuck!

I immediately tense in the pitch black, hearing the moving wolf-human hybrid bodies.

The Lycans can see but I cannot!

There is a hellish hot breath blasting down my nape.

"Little Lycan bitch," Onyx is behind me – and he's whispered in my ear.

I scream as I'm picked up by the pack's large furry hands all at once, effortlessly launched up and held up – as I'm marched to some leather table and laid out on my back. I feel my arms and legs are spread eagled – as tongues and fangs begin to touch my naked shivering body. They smell me first.

When they have my scent deep in their lungs – the tongues come out.

I feel a wet rough hot tongue lap across my jaw – another between the deep valley of my breasts – while multiple tongues delve and lick straight between my legs, as my butt hangs off the edge of the table.

Sharp teeth bite lightly between my thighs, nipping and leaving small marks. I yelp with every single one. It's tantalising and terrifying. It turns me on!

I hear Onyx's chuckle from my cute little whimpers of distress in the pitch darkness – it's a deep throaty laugh that echoes around the room, from above me. He's watching over me.

Just as the rough vile tongues keep tasting my sweat – I feel a Lycan cock suddenly lie heavy across my lips, side ways.

"Open your small fucking mouth," Onyx snarls over me in the pitch black, but I swear I can see the red glow in his eyes hover above me for a split second, while I dare to look.

I open my lips and my tongue tastes his cock. Weirdly, I taste strength. Pheromones flood through my nose – and I feel my thighs spreading wider before I feel a claw almost cut down the inside of my thigh, as the crack of a whip, blasts through the air and hurts my ears.

I jerk – but I can't move, I'm weighed down by their claws wrapping around every limb, stretching me out.

The tongues leave my pussy. Two lick along my arm pits. Huh!? I'm distracted –

The whip cracks again – and it strikes my clit. Direct.

I scream bloody murder over Onyx's cock, and he slides his cock across my lips and then stands over my neck – to put his cock down into my throat.

I'm gagged by the hellish hot head of his cock first.

Crack!

I'm whipped again. My clit gets a direct touch from that strike a second time. I feel like I can't take another.

Onyx pushes in – and I gag and splutter, as he pushes his cock deeper into my throat. Down. Down.

I suck on him now, almost a comfort to not think about another whip cracking.

But luckily, I can't hear anymore cracks.

But I do I feel other hot shafts suddenly lie across my face.

"Wait your turn," Onyx's voice dominates the room, but the cocks lie across my face regardless as he starts to face fuck me slow. In and out. I swallow him down, trying to ease the load of how wide he is in my mouth.

Two Lycans pull up my legs straight to the ceiling – and I feel chains wrap around my ankles.

A cock slips over my pussy.

My whole body arcs. Then –

"NO! Leave her whole," Onyx snarls over his shoulder at the ones near my pussy, "Tongues only."

I feel all the tongues immediately return to licking my pussy and this time my ass as well.

As one foot is focused on, one Lycan seems to eat it whole in his mouth – pretending to bite down on it, but only tasting it with his tongue.

Now I feel everyone taking turns over my body, licking or biting or clawing into me.

I start to get used to the rhythm but it also feels like an eternity.

My jaw feels like it's going to break.

I hope Onyx can see the pleading look in my eyes.

Just as I feel like I'm going to panic, I feel his hand swipe over my face and whack the other cocks out of the way. So I can focus. And so can he.

"Swallow, you little cunt," Onyx growls over my face, "Or die trying."

He's not lying.

He immediately bursts in my mouth.

His cum pours forth, deep into the back of my throat.

It starts to pulse back out, but I try to swallow as much of it as possible.

Gulp.

Another cock pulse. More!?

Gulp.

Gulp.

I'm going to fucking drown on this disgusting cum! It takes all my will to not puke it back up. Onyx finally takes his continuously pulsing cock out of my mouth, and dumps the rest of his load all over my face.

Before I can even get my breath back – my eyes now blinded by sticky cum – another cock slides over my lips.

Before the new Lycan can push into my mouth – I hear a snarl and a shove.

A fight almost starts.

"Surface only," Onyx commands the others, "I said don't eat her."

The one trying to bite harder onto my foot growls in disappointment but stops chewing.

"Why so gentle with her?" one Lycan complains in an impatient snarl at the back, furious by Onyx's reluctance to tear me to shreds.

"She's a sacred virgin."

Sacred virgin? What does that mean?

All the tongues stop moving across my body... and all the heat moves to my pussy.

They all want to taste me now?

I can feel my sore throbbing clit is assaulted already to the point of no return.

I gasp and pant in a panic. I can't take them all licking me so hard, all at once!

This feeling inside me is so scary and powerful. It's climbing too fast.

"Cum for my brothers' tongues, they wish to truly taste you," Onyx growls in my ear, his teeth scraping my swollen cheek.

The scream I let off next almost makes me hoarse.

My whole body thrashes, but is held still. My climax is so long, my scream so high pitched – I forget to breathe.

It is the best orgasm of my fucking life.

I pass out in the dark, while trying to stay awake, unable to fight off the final exhaustion and the dissipation of adrenaline, leaving with my powerful orgasm.

"You're marked forever. Stupid virgin bitch," Onyx growls in my ear – as I fall into the gutter of a beautiful dark dream – where I imagine myself laying at his furry feet, licking between his toes as he pets my head, growling happily, in his home in the dark of the haunted woods, saying possessively and knowingly, "Good little girl. Mine. Mine!"

Then the darkness finally takes me under, into an ignorant moment of blissful peace.