SAMANTHA
I was now exposed to the lizard Alpha.
Not just him, all of them. Some other lizard shifters had gathered round. All looking at my pussy like it was some kind of trophy.
Humiliation burned through me and the Alpha rose from his throne and walked towards me.
His dick bobbed and shocked like it was too heavy for his lizard body.
No way he was going to penetrate that inside me!! Absolutely no way!!
He then knelt between my legs, his cold, dry fingers tried to slip into my vagina and surprisingly….it couldn't enter!!
He asked me to use my hands to finger myself, which I did shamelessly and all my fingers could easily slip in.
When he was in his stone form, his dick was the size of my pinky finger. That's why it could enter easily. I thanked the goddess for the first victory.
"What's happening?" He mumbled and I felt the strange, rough texture of his skin rubbed against my clitoris.
Fuck!! This was so good. I closed my eyes and a moan almost escaped my lips.
He rubbed it in a circular method and then shifted the skin covering my clitoris with his claws, careful enough not to wound me.
This revealed the very tender spot and he continued to rub on it, trying to stimulate me. I was responding to this sweet feeling and my pussy dropped and dripped.
Why was I enjoying this? I was too frozen in fear, too disgusted, too terrified for me to be getting wet to this.
Samantha!! Get a grip of yourself.
He then positioned himself in between my legs and I felt the blunt pressure of him trying to enter me.
His rough dick positioned at the entrance of my core. He pushed many times, trying to enter. He even wounded me and I could feel my body bruise.
His dick was too foreign, uncomfortable, and I knew that penetration would be utterly impossible. My body clenched tight with terror and would not yield.
Finally, he gave up!!
"Werewolf pussies are always too tight. It would take three days to a week for me to enter that pussy even halfway," he said and sat back on his haunches, a frustrated hiss escaping his lips.
He stared at me for a long, unnerving moment, then stood abruptly and walked back to his throne.
The young human girl was still kneeling there, waiting and he ignored her completely.
"This one," he said, gesturing vaguely at me, "leave her for now. Take her to the dungeons. I have to decide what to do with her."
The guards released my legs and I curled back into a ball, my mind filled with a fresh wave of prayers, thanking the Moon Goddess.
The Lizard Alpha began to speak to his gathered servants, his voice carrying easily in the hushed clearing. I was still trembling but I listened, latching onto every word.
"For three centuries, I have pursued the legend," the Lizard Alpha began, his voice dripping with disgust. "The werewolf female. A sage told me they hold the key. Some of them have good blood and that blood has the ability to temper the beast within us. I have raided their borders. I have tortured their males. I have spent a fortune on spies and informants." He glared at me. "And for this? For this, I have risked my warriors, broken the old treaties, and brought the wrath of the northern packs down upon us?"
Korvus, the grey lieutenant, stepped forward. "My Alpha, the ritual was specific. The sun's zenith, the touch of the stone, the purity of the moment…"
"Purity!" The Alpha spat, the sound a wet, angry hiss on the moss. "Do not speak to me of purity, Korvus. I am surrounded by it! Do you know what she is?" He pointed a claw at Samantha. "She's a virgin. An untouched, untried and worthless virgin!"
Murmurs rippled through the gathered lizard folk.
"A virgin?" one of them hissed in disbelief.
"How is that possible?" another asked. "She is of age. She carries the scent of a noble house."
"Exactly!" the Alpha roared, slamming a fist on the arm of his throne.
"I thought she was a noble, maybe some Alpha or Beta's daughter. I just found out that she's a runt. A runt cannot give me what I want."
"Alpha, how do you know she's a runt?"
"My third senses tell me. I can smell it. She's of no use. She'll be better off as a sex slave or mistress to some Werewolf Alpha."
"Hmmm….."
"Her blood will be thin and her wolf will be latent. I didn't risk my existence for a breeder! I needed a warrior! I needed a female whose blood is direct from the lineage of the moon goddess, whose passions could ignite and consume! I need a lycan, not a lady!"
He stood and began to pace, his tail lashing behind him. "Do you have any idea what I went through to obtain that statue? I killed a priest of the old gods for it. I bartered my own brother's life to a swamp witch to have it enchanted. The spell was clear: at the moment of a werewolf female's deepest pleasure, under the full sun, the beast within the stone would awaken and claim her. But her 'pleasure' was manufactured! A crude imitation sparked by a cousin's prodding! There was no true desire, no real fire behind it! It was of pure lust, and it summoned a caricature of what I needed!"
He stopped pacing and turned to face his men. "There are textbooks and scrolls that speak of werewolf females whose very touch could calm a raging beast. Whose blood, when consumed, could burn away the savagery and leave the man whole. They were creatures of fierce passion and untamed power. Their mating cries could shake the mountains. Their anger could scorch the earth. And I get... this." He waved a hand at Samantha with utter contempt. "A trembling, praying, untouched little girl who probably thinks the worst thing in the world is a lizard's penis."
Korvus shifted nervously. "Perhaps, my Alpha, the blood could still hold some power. A trace, at least. It might be worth testing before—"
"Before what, Korvus? Before I waste more time and resources on her?" The Alpha sighed, a long, weary sound. "No. You're right. We will test it. We will drain her and test every drop. Perhaps there is a spark. Perhaps the lycan bloodline is so strong it cannot be completely bred out. But I hold little hope."
He looked at her again, and this time his gaze was calculating, mercenary. "However. A virgin werewolf of noble blood, untouched and terrified? That, gentlemen, is a commodity. The wolf packs to the east still pay fortunes for such things. And the darker markets, the ones who deal in... specific tastes... they would fight each other for the chance to own her."
A cruel smile spread across his reptilian features. "If her blood proves useless, she is not a total loss. She is an investment. I will sell her to the highest bidder. Perhaps to the triplet Alphas of the Blackmoon Pack. I hear they are looking for sex slaves. They are notoriously brutal and their reputation ensures no one will question where she came from or challenge their claim. She will be used, broken, and discarded, and I will be paid handsomely for the privilege of providing her."
The gathered lizard men nodded, their expressions shifting from disappointment to greedy anticipation.
"Korvus," the Alpha commanded, his voice businesslike once more. "Take her to the medical hut. I want a full bloodwork done immediately. I want to know every component and every property in her blood. Test it and compare it to the samples we have from the captured males. I want to know, definitively, if there is even a single drop of the ancient lycan blood left in her veins. If there is, we revisit our plans. If there is not, we prepare her for transport and contact the Blackmoon Pack's trade envoy."
He looked down at the young human lady still kneeling by his throne, as if just remembering she was there. "You, join them in taking the girl to the healer. Then report to my chambers." The young lady nodded silently and rose.
As two guards roughly pulled me to my feet, my prayers finally stopped. There were no more words left.
There was only a cold, hard knot of something forming in the pit of her stomach.
It was the realization that I may never see my fiancé again. I may never reunite and get justice against Amanda. I was going to be sold off like meat and used till the day I died.
The guards dragged me away from the clearing, towards a cluster of smaller pods. The human young lady walked silently behind them.
'I pray they test my blood and find nothing,'
I prayed, tightening my jaw.