The Beast's Virgin Claim
It is as though I am given an aphrodisiac my being sways and my eyes flutter close to the feeling of utter bliss that bewilders me.
Ocean blues dilate with amatory gluttony and there is a need to flee that envelopes my being. Yet I cannot move. I cannot speak. He possesses absolute control over my heart and mind as though I am a puppet. His puppet.
He kneels by my feet with torturous slowness as I strive to shuffle away from him but he desires for none of that. Calloused palms lunge forward to clasp around my under thighs as I unblushingly whimper audibly to the feeling of his ardent fingertips that melt my skin.
In one fluid yank, he lays me flat beneath his herculean body as he hovers over me. His fervent globes begin their wicked path down from timid eyes to my throbbing lips, my neck and my covered ample breasts.
He engraves it, the rise and fall of my bosom hidden under the thin velvet blanket with a carnivorous need that inflames him from inside. My every action seems to tease him and he succumbs to its summoning.
Without faltering or warning, he tears the blanket away from my body exposing what I wished to hide. His breathing harshens and shifts to one of heaviness to what he is seeing for the very first time. My rousing naked flesh that once tantalized him.
He has been starved, I can see this for he reveals it to me. I cannot handle this, the way he is looking at me is so sultry I am unable to endure it. I cover my breasts and my hairless cunt with my palms glancing away from him, my cheeks flare with vigour but he savours it the way my pale skin crimsons and flushes to his open display of unfathomable desire of me.
My moon blessed strikes forward to seize my wrists and cage them above my head, he does not like it when I hide from him. It taunts him further. I tightly close my legs praying to the goddess he cannot smell my insatiable thirst for him that drips down my inner thighs erotically spit out from my dampened cunt. I am horny, so very horny.
I unknowingly begin to rub my thighs together as a means to calm my sorely throbbing pussy that weeps and implores him to deflower me and the beast discerns it with clarity, there is no movement from my side that goes unnoticed by him. He sees all, he senses all and he imprints all.
My ripe rosy hardened nipples are unblushingly erect standing up in attention, demanding to be sampled by his tongue. "Phobos." An uncontrollable wanton whine leaves my lips and his eyes widen at what I have done.
It is as though I have switched on something that lingered patiently within him. There is a variation in his aura as dominant pheromones drip rawly from each of his pores to saturate the air around us, the beast collapses and gives up his mastered control to surrender to my bait.
His mouth opens wide as he leaps down to suck on my right nipple teeth tugging at the sensitive nub whilst my head slumps back onto the mattress a vulgar moan parting my lips. The wet lusty sounds of his sucks intrude my ears whilst his palms grab my thighs spreading them apart with vulgarity to accommodate him.
My male promptly unzips his pants releasing his straining cock to my widened eyes, this is the first I have beheld it. I always shied away from speaking of it or heeding pictures of it for I wanted all my firsts to be with him. It is truly humongous and long, I regard the protruding veins that traverse up to the head of his mass and the heaviness of his balls that dangles to his every movement which he exposes for me.
I choke on my breath to what my eyes engrave in the abysses of my mind from his pubic hair that that litters above his penis to how rock-hard and extravagantly swollen he is just paining for a release. His antics are fast and frantic as though something within him demands that he fuck me as soon as possible, there is no love in his ways it is sheer lust this is all I see and it...it kills me.
He hauls my dress upward bearing my weeping sex to him, his mouth salivates I view this bright as day. Gripping his cock in his hand he settles it over my cunt right above my clit and labia and I wheeze to his agile ruthless movements.
"Phobos wait I am not certain of this." I begin to protest yet he pays no heed to my unease that begins to surge of our current situation. My passion evaporates to death and is replaced by the emotions of my heart and the doubts of my mind.
He clutches my legs and coils them firmly around his waist, his palms lay flatly on either of my sides as he hoists his body positioning himself above me. Slow febrile thrusts he begins over my healthy virgin cunt coating his cock with my thick fluid, the feeling of it is indescribable as it provides me with pleasure far better than what I dreamed I shall receive with him.
I understand it now, he is pursuing what they demanded him for. He shall give his wolves an heir by filling me up with his seed tonight. My heart tears but he cannot hear the gut-wrenching sound of it.
His vigorous forceful thrusts, his rumbling grunts of pleasure and his filthy blues I take snapshots of them with my mind. Do you like it? Do you like the way I make you feel? Is it far better than anything you imagined as it is for me?
I mewl...he moans.
I sob...he shudders.
I drown...he exists.
Look at me. Look at me, my male. How shall you know it is your female whom you are caressing if you won't even spare me a single glance of affection?
Where is my kiss, Phobos? The first and last time you kissed me was when I was eighteen and since then I have yearned for it, to feel your lips on mine with every breath I took. Where are my words of assurance or love? Why won't you say you missed me or how delighted you are that I am yours?
Why won't you speak to me? Why won't you show me your emotions? Can't you see you bring me endless suffering, confusion and uncertainty? What won't you pacify me, just hold me in your arms and ease my fears? Why?
"Is this all you want from me? To solely fuck me? Then do it, I shall stay still for you." I whisper feebly into the night as I turn my head to the side remaining as still as I can as my grievous tears soak the pillow.
He halts and for the first time, his eyes settle on my face.
There is a tension-filled silence that consumes us, the passionate mood has perished. The only sound that can be heard is my faint sobbing. This is not what I wanted for when he would take my virtue everything of my mate bond is grim and painful. It tests me with each birthed day.
Wicked palms grab my shoulders as he elevates me to sit up, his fingers grip my jaw with crudity as he directs my face to meet his.
"Why act this way when you are quite used to having a male between your legs?" He questions boldly his eyes plunging deep into my soul.
I do not think twice as my right palm is speedily raised to slap his cheek with a fury, the sound of it resonating through the silence. His face is propelled to the side as he calmly registers what I had just done. The first few words he addresses to me in years and this is what he declares, the audacity of this male to slay me this way with his words and actions is unbelievable.
"Get out." I spit achingly glowering at him as depressing tears spew down my red cheeks whilst my soul bleeds to the words he uttered remorselessly.
Phobos rises as well but he does not depart the tent as I dictated for him to rather he assuredly saunters towards me whilst I shuffle further away from him.
Squatting down by my side, a faint sigh is passed by him. "Come here." He utters with a softness his palm reaching out to embrace me.
"No do not touch me, ever." I holler at him my blurry eyes scrutinising him with rage as he withdraws from me.
"Give me your dress."
"No."
"Then I shall take it off you."
"Do not come near me or I shall slap you again." I threaten him as I attempt to escape his scalding being. It is as though needles are penetrating deep within my heart, it stings.
"All I require is your dress."
"For what?"
"For evidence for my wolves."
"And why should I present that to you?"
"Because you are their Luna."
I look away once more from him weighing hard whether to abide by his request or not. I do not wish to deceive them, but I do not wish to disappoint or upset them either just because of my trials with my male. They deserve some light in their life, something to look forward to.
So, I do it. Shielding my body beneath the blanket I strip myself of my dress hurling it without another glimpse at him as he catches it swiftly with ease and with a nod of gratitude he takes it towards the entrance of the tent.
Sharpened claws emerge and he purposely shreds the dress to a few lone parts scattering the pieces outside the tent upon the grass floor. He wants to show them we had a vehement mating and there is a high chance I shall bear his pup.
I blanket my eyes with the tender flesh of my palms, rocking myself on the pads of my feet as I attempt to move in a way that can relieve the anguish of my soul.
How shall I live now for my male has conclusively shown his true feelings for me? How shall I breathe for my moon blessed finds me abominably impure?
~~~
A/N
Hello, my little wolves,
Hope you enjoyed this chappy! Just to evade confusion, both Phobos and Theia's virtues are still intact, he did not penetrate her.
The five-stage welcoming tradition:
1. The welcoming ululation
2. The slaughter of the sheep
3. The offering of gifts
5. The cleansing of the Queen
The second day of their welcoming tradition shall take place next chappy! Which of the five stages did you like?
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Chapter 24: Impure - Part【4】
Ocean blues dilate with amatory gluttony and there is a need to flee that envelopes my being. Yet I cannot move. I cannot speak. He possesses absolute control over my heart and mind as though I am a puppet. His puppet.
He kneels by my feet with torturous slowness as I strive to shuffle away from him but he desires for none of that. Calloused palms lunge forward to clasp around my under thighs as I unblushingly whimper audibly to the feeling of his ardent fingertips that melt my skin.
In one fluid yank, he lays me flat beneath his herculean body as he hovers over me. His fervent globes begin their wicked path down from timid eyes to my throbbing lips, my neck and my covered ample breasts.
He engraves it, the rise and fall of my bosom hidden under the thin velvet blanket with a carnivorous need that inflames him from inside. My every action seems to tease him and he succumbs to its summoning.
Without faltering or warning, he tears the blanket away from my body exposing what I wished to hide. His breathing harshens and shifts to one of heaviness to what he is seeing for the very first time. My rousing naked flesh that once tantalized him.
He has been starved, I can see this for he reveals it to me. I cannot handle this, the way he is looking at me is so sultry I am unable to endure it. I cover my breasts and my hairless cunt with my palms glancing away from him, my cheeks flare with vigour but he savours it the way my pale skin crimsons and flushes to his open display of unfathomable desire of me.
My moon blessed strikes forward to seize my wrists and cage them above my head, he does not like it when I hide from him. It taunts him further. I tightly close my legs praying to the goddess he cannot smell my insatiable thirst for him that drips down my inner thighs erotically spit out from my dampened cunt. I am horny, so very horny.
I unknowingly begin to rub my thighs together as a means to calm my sorely throbbing pussy that weeps and implores him to deflower me and the beast discerns it with clarity, there is no movement from my side that goes unnoticed by him. He sees all, he senses all and he imprints all.
My ripe rosy hardened nipples are unblushingly erect standing up in attention, demanding to be sampled by his tongue. "Phobos." An uncontrollable wanton whine leaves my lips and his eyes widen at what I have done.
It is as though I have switched on something that lingered patiently within him. There is a variation in his aura as dominant pheromones drip rawly from each of his pores to saturate the air around us, the beast collapses and gives up his mastered control to surrender to my bait.
His mouth opens wide as he leaps down to suck on my right nipple teeth tugging at the sensitive nub whilst my head slumps back onto the mattress a vulgar moan parting my lips. The wet lusty sounds of his sucks intrude my ears whilst his palms grab my thighs spreading them apart with vulgarity to accommodate him.
My male promptly unzips his pants releasing his straining cock to my widened eyes, this is the first I have beheld it. I always shied away from speaking of it or heeding pictures of it for I wanted all my firsts to be with him. It is truly humongous and long, I regard the protruding veins that traverse up to the head of his mass and the heaviness of his balls that dangles to his every movement which he exposes for me.
I choke on my breath to what my eyes engrave in the abysses of my mind from his pubic hair that that litters above his penis to how rock-hard and extravagantly swollen he is just paining for a release. His antics are fast and frantic as though something within him demands that he fuck me as soon as possible, there is no love in his ways it is sheer lust this is all I see and it...it kills me.
He hauls my dress upward bearing my weeping sex to him, his mouth salivates I view this bright as day. Gripping his cock in his hand he settles it over my cunt right above my clit and labia and I wheeze to his agile ruthless movements.
"Phobos wait I am not certain of this." I begin to protest yet he pays no heed to my unease that begins to surge of our current situation. My passion evaporates to death and is replaced by the emotions of my heart and the doubts of my mind.
He clutches my legs and coils them firmly around his waist, his palms lay flatly on either of my sides as he hoists his body positioning himself above me. Slow febrile thrusts he begins over my healthy virgin cunt coating his cock with my thick fluid, the feeling of it is indescribable as it provides me with pleasure far better than what I dreamed I shall receive with him.
I understand it now, he is pursuing what they demanded him for. He shall give his wolves an heir by filling me up with his seed tonight. My heart tears but he cannot hear the gut-wrenching sound of it.
His vigorous forceful thrusts, his rumbling grunts of pleasure and his filthy blues I take snapshots of them with my mind. Do you like it? Do you like the way I make you feel? Is it far better than anything you imagined as it is for me?
I mewl...he moans.
I drown...he exists.
Look at me. Look at me, my male. How shall you know it is your female whom you are caressing if you won't even spare me a single glance of affection?
Where is my kiss, Phobos? The first and last time you kissed me was when I was eighteen and since then I have yearned for it, to feel your lips on mine with every breath I took. Where are my words of assurance or love? Why won't you say you missed me or how delighted you are that I am yours?
Why won't you speak to me? Why won't you show me your emotions? Can't you see you bring me endless suffering, confusion and uncertainty? What won't you pacify me, just hold me in your arms and ease my fears? Why?
"Is this all you want from me? To solely fuck me? Then do it, I shall stay still for you." I whisper feebly into the night as I turn my head to the side remaining as still as I can as my grievous tears soak the pillow.
He halts and for the first time, his eyes settle on my face.
There is a tension-filled silence that consumes us, the passionate mood has perished. The only sound that can be heard is my faint sobbing. This is not what I wanted for when he would take my virtue everything of my mate bond is grim and painful. It tests me with each birthed day.
Wicked palms grab my shoulders as he elevates me to sit up, his fingers grip my jaw with crudity as he directs my face to meet his.
"Why act this way when you are quite used to having a male between your legs?" He questions boldly his eyes plunging deep into my soul.
I do not think twice as my right palm is speedily raised to slap his cheek with a fury, the sound of it resonating through the silence. His face is propelled to the side as he calmly registers what I had just done. The first few words he addresses to me in years and this is what he declares, the audacity of this male to slay me this way with his words and actions is unbelievable.
"Get out." I spit achingly glowering at him as depressing tears spew down my red cheeks whilst my soul bleeds to the words he uttered remorselessly.
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His jaw clenches and his enclosed fist trembles but he does not utter another word. I unsteadily stand up from the bedding fixing my dress and taking the velvet blanket with me whilst marching to the other side of the tent, slumping down to the hard floor I draw my knees to my chest and disregard the entirety of his existence.Phobos rises as well but he does not depart the tent as I dictated for him to rather he assuredly saunters towards me whilst I shuffle further away from him.
Squatting down by my side, a faint sigh is passed by him. "Come here." He utters with a softness his palm reaching out to embrace me.
"No do not touch me, ever." I holler at him my blurry eyes scrutinising him with rage as he withdraws from me.
"Give me your dress."
"No."
"Then I shall take it off you."
"Do not come near me or I shall slap you again." I threaten him as I attempt to escape his scalding being. It is as though needles are penetrating deep within my heart, it stings.
"For what?"
"For evidence for my wolves."
"And why should I present that to you?"
"Because you are their Luna."
I look away once more from him weighing hard whether to abide by his request or not. I do not wish to deceive them, but I do not wish to disappoint or upset them either just because of my trials with my male. They deserve some light in their life, something to look forward to.
So, I do it. Shielding my body beneath the blanket I strip myself of my dress hurling it without another glimpse at him as he catches it swiftly with ease and with a nod of gratitude he takes it towards the entrance of the tent.
Sharpened claws emerge and he purposely shreds the dress to a few lone parts scattering the pieces outside the tent upon the grass floor. He wants to show them we had a vehement mating and there is a high chance I shall bear his pup.
I blanket my eyes with the tender flesh of my palms, rocking myself on the pads of my feet as I attempt to move in a way that can relieve the anguish of my soul.
How shall I live now for my male has conclusively shown his true feelings for me? How shall I breathe for my moon blessed finds me abominably impure?
~~~
A/N
Hello, my little wolves,
Hope you enjoyed this chappy! Just to evade confusion, both Phobos and Theia's virtues are still intact, he did not penetrate her.
The five-stage welcoming tradition:
1. The welcoming ululation
2. The slaughter of the sheep
3. The offering of gifts
5. The cleansing of the Queen
The second day of their welcoming tradition shall take place next chappy! Which of the five stages did you like?
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