Rising to the top with my three hybrid mates Chapter 24: Cum for you

Scarlet’s POV

"You’ll never be able to resist , 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 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 ," I whisper, my voice hoarse with desire. "I know you want to fuck raw, to pin down and take until I scream your na. You want to feel how tight I am, how wet I get just for you."

I add another finger, curling them inside as my face twists in pleasure. There’s no sha 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 however you like—rough, slow, deep. I’ll take it all. I’ll take you. I’ll make you co 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 , filling 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 ."

The doll’s dick is fully erect now, a throbbing, veiny testant 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 . 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 eting 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 consud by the fantasy, by the thought of him—how he would dominate , how he would fill 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 , use , make yours. And you’ll be a slut for too, won’t you? You’ll let take control, let 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 , 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 . Moan louder, baby. Let 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 . I’m all yours. Use , please!"

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

"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 harder, baby. Make co for you!"

The doll’s cock seed to pulse inside 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 . The doll’s voice growled back through the speakers.

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

I wailed as my climax ripped through , my pussy clamping down hard on the silicone length inside . 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 monts, 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 , Keith," I purred, grinding slowly against his cock, still buried deep inside . "What can I do to speed things up? I need the real thing. I need your cock inside . 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 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 ti 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 ."

The doll’s cock twitched inside , 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 mont. Perfect. Just like everything else about . 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 ," the doll’s voice purred. "Let see that lust in your eyes. Let 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 movents, 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 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 . 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.