Try to tackle your problem guardian mouth... errr head on first

The compliance pollen still fogs your mind, but a new idea forms through the haze—perhaps you can turn the Temple Beast's hunger against it. With your transformed body's heightened sensitivity and your natural talents for seduction, you might be able to make the creature finish before it can claim you completely.

You turn away from the golden phallus altar, facing the prowling beast directly. Its massive erection pulses between its legs—half-feline, half-human, with a frightening bulge at its base that you recognize instinctively as a knot, designed to lock inside its mate.

"You want this, don't you?" you coo, running your hands over your transformed body. Milk leaks from your swollen nipples as you cup your heavy breasts, offering them to the beast.

The creature growls, its emerald eyes fixed on your display. The robed figures watch from their stone thrones, murmuring amongst themselves.

"The vessel challenges the Guardian," one whispers. "Unprecedented."

"Let it play out," another responds. "The outcome remains the same."

You drop to your knees, crawling toward the Temple Beast with exaggerated movements, your enhanced breasts swaying heavily. You reach for its shaft with one hand, surprised by the warmth pulsing beneath your fingers.

"I'll make you feel so good," you promise, your voice husky with artificial desire.

The beast stands motionless, allowing your touch. You wrap both hands around its massive girth, beginning to stroke. Your transformed body gives you new instincts—you know exactly how to touch, where to apply pressure, when to speed up or slow down.

But the Temple Beast isn't a normal animal or man. Its supernatural stamina means your hands alone won't be enough. Realizing this, you lean forward, taking the creature's tip between your lips.

The beast growls in pleasure, but remains disciplined. Your enhanced senses detect its control—it's holding back, pacing itself. You work desperately, taking more of its length into your mouth, your transformed body responding with waves of pleasure at your own submission.

Your jaw aches as you struggle to accommodate its size. Minutes pass as you work frantically, but the beast shows no signs of climaxing. Instead, it grows more aroused, more determined. The knot at its base begins to swell further, preparing for what's to come.

Finally, with a growl of impatience, the Temple Beast pulls away from your mouth. Before you can react, it circles behind you, nudging your shoulders down until your face presses against the cold stone floor, your ass raised high.

"The Guardian cannot be so easily manipulated," Dr. Vashi's voice echoes through the chamber. "It was created to ensure vessels fulfill their purpose."

The beast mounts you in one powerful movement, its massive shaft pressing against your transformed sex. Despite your intentions, your body betrays you—your pussy clenches with need, producing copious slick moisture to welcome the intrusion.

"No," you gasp, but the word lacks conviction as the beast pushes forward, stretching you beyond anything you've experienced before.

Your enhanced body accommodates its size perfectly, your transformed vaginal canal gripping and pulsing around the invader. The beast begins to thrust, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through your fertility-enhanced nervous system.

"Accept your defeat gracefully," Dr. Vashi advises as the Temple Beast's pace increases. "The knot will ensure its seed reaches your waiting womb."

You feel the bulge pressing against your entrance with each thrust, growing larger by the second. Your plan has backfired completely—instead of making the beast finish quickly, you've only heightened its determination to breed you thoroughly.