DARK ONE SHOTS | 18+ - Chapter 2: Chapter 2

That night sleep never came, the current plot was too interesting to be pushed forward to tomorrow. She lied stomach first on the bed with a book pressed in the cushion, crushing the poor nail of her thumb in between her teeth. A candle burnt on the table next to bed, offering itself as a source of her dirty read. She hadn't realised the book on "Prince of Perth" contained a tempting Princess, nor had she realised the detailed description of their wedding night was going to be the highlight of the book.
In the twenty two years of her life, she had never received time to indulge in matters that didn't concern collecting wood, cooking meat, gossip or philosophical reads. So when for the first time she let her imagination travel to the bedroom of two fictional characters, putting herself in the shoes of submissive princess, she felt a gush of slick oozing out of her pussy, creating a titillating discomfort.
She had no idea every morsel of her body belonged to someone else too, just as she was unaware that the scent of her arousal was now travelling to the destination that longed for it the most.
The thin paper somehow held its strings together under the pressure of Alpha's aggressive scribbling, his day far from over even at such time of the night. The meeting with his pack replayed, their absurd demand of mating with human girl echoing in his head. And just through the battle of his mind and heart, his actions seized, his heart stopped. He took a deep breathe, not mistaking the compelling smell of her arousal for anything else. He could sense it from miles apart. During her last heat, the same scent had sent him into a wild battle with his wolf.
But her heat is due till tomorrow. How is she aroused tonight?
The question seemed horrifying first, and later, just angering. The idea of another man seducing what was his, made his hands twitch in anger, instigating the claws inside. He stormed to the other side of the wing, the intoxicating smell of jasmines soothing his rage and evoking it all the same.
Even though he reached more closer to her room, he felt the scent fading, as if her arousal was being satisfied.
And that could mean only one thing.
She is touching herself
His wolf scratched his insides in anger, blaming him for not satisfying her in time that she had to take care of her needs herself.
He didn't care for the locks of the poor door, pushing it open in a single thrust, barging in as if he owned her personal space.
The sudden intrusion caught her in the most immoral position possible. She was lying on her stomach, a hand inside her blue gown tracing the sensitive nub she had discovered just minutes ago. She flinched so unexpectedly, hurrying to cover herself that the hard cover of "Prince of Perth" fell on the floor with a thud, setting the premise of silence down.
It only lasted for a moment, gulping her half breaths out of fear and his ragged breath out of rage down. She watched frightened as he stood in his place, dwarfing her entire little room simply with his presence, looking at her in a hard gaze. Her heart beat quickened when he continued to look at her while slowly closing the door, sliding the lock in, walking towards her in menacing steps.
"What were you doing?" he asked, stunting her height with his own, her head hardly reaching his shoulders, his body thrice as hers.
She only gulped, looking down in shame, intimidated by the beast in the room.
"When I ask you something-" his hand, for the second time, snaked around her neck, pulling her eyes to his, gaining dominance with a single hold, "You look at me"
A gush of scent hit his senses, indicating that another ooze of release had released itself from her pussy, that his words had an effect. Her thighs clenched to hold the secretion in, but before she could, it was already trickling down her thigh.
And with that stream of slickness, the last thread of his patience unshackled from its hinges, his wolf took over sinisterly, throwing her on the bed like a rag doll.
She gasped in shock, unable to comprehend the momentum of action and yet she couldn't complain, not when her legs were roughly pulled open to their limit, when the thin layer of fabric covering her intimacy was teared to shreds.
She saw his features briefly in the dwindling light offered by the trembling candle light, his veiny arms, bulging muscles and a gaze that she could only put as disastrous, utterly, insanely disastrous. And just as reflectively, he watched her, like a predator did its prey, before coming face to face with the sensitive wet folds in between her legs, the source of her wakening scent.
His wolf already wanted to take his manhood out, to plunge inside the magically scented flesh and mark what was his. But he wanted to take his time.
"What were you doing?" he asked the second time, his voice now hoarse.
She gulped the embarrassing voice down her throat when his giant thumb gently stroked her pussy, not applying any pressure, admiring the wetness.
"Reading a book" she managed to mutter, unable to keep track of what was happening.
"Did you touch yourself while at it?" he whispered ridiculously closer to her pussy, the hot vapour of his speech tickling the wetness gathered, erupting goose bumps on their wake.
"No" she almost cried, too many feelings clogging her senses, lust, hate, anger, joy.
"No?" he moved his gaze up to her eyes, halting his caressing of his hand, hovering exactly above the nub, witnessing her black orbs staring back at him, scared like a rabbit.
"No" she repeated, shaking.
An unexpected hard slap landed over her pussy like a punishment, erupting pain and immeasurable pleasure at the same time. She terribly flinched in her place, screaming in ecstasy, eager to close her legs before a rough pull opened them again. Another gush followed.
"No?" he asked her again, stroking her pussy, welcoming the recently oozed secretion as if he hadn't slapped it seconds ago.
"No" she cried, not understanding the gravity of her lies.
Another slap followed, this time sharply on her clit, sending a wild sensation up her spine. His grave expressions remained, taking every bit of her reaction in, counting her tears as the tears of pleasure.
"No?" he asked again, not responding to her struggles as she vigorously tried to wiggle out of his hold.
"Yes" she confessed, giving in, "I touched myself"
She couldn't breathe through the tears, the beat in between her legs pulsing stronger than her heart. One moment he was on his knees admiring her wetness and the next second he was hovering over, entering through the door of her opened legs, ensuring that when he leaned, his manhood would align exactly where it wanted to be.
Her small bed creaked in discomfort as his weight shifted, his shadow leaving her bereft of all the light, her vision offering all but darkness except for the speck of gold shining in his eyes, the battle with his wolf clearly visible.
"You never touch yourself" he rumbled, his deep voice threatening to secrete another surge of scented secretion, his face threateningly closer to hers, studying her features like a painting in the museum.
In fear she couldn't speak, so a vigorous nod followed. The question of how had he known of her activities remaining unanswered.
"This pussy, my Jasmine-" his hand moved in between them, softly resting on the little flesh of her pussy, caressing it like petals of flower, "Is mine", his growl left a layer of goosebumps on the skin that wasn't already awoke.
"I will touch it, lick it, finger it or leave it all alone", his caressing continued, "No one-" his voice raised, reflecting in the stroking that now appeared rough, "And I repeat no one, not even you, would touch what's mine, is that understood?"
She couldn't focus on his words when his hand was performing an act all too distracting.
"Yes" she whispered when she realised his mumbling ended with a question mark.
"The next time my Jasmine-" she felt his middle finger trying to enter her tightness, "I realise you are rubbing pussy that belongs to me" she hissed when his giant finger felt resistance, his expressions remaining unchanged, pushing the finger in while caressing the nub with his thumb, sending a wave of mixed emotions up her spine, "I will tie you to my bed, and fuck your tiny pussy till you pass out, how does that sound?"
She didn't answer, her eyes watering at the intrusion, her pussy tightly clenching his finger inside.
"How does that sound?" he asked again, pushing his finger a little more, testing her depth, extracting a gasp from her delicious lips.
"Yes" she breathed, not knowing what he expected her to say.
He retracted his finger, slowly standing up to admire the view of her body spread on the small bed, her legs wide open, featuring the most tempting folds of flesh to exist. It made him wonder whether her tiny pussy would ever be able to fit what held inside his pants.
And just with the thought of mating, his true self surfaced, pushing his wolf instincts of fucking at bay. He left just as quickly he had entered, leaving the flustered human to wonder what in the world was happening, why had he claimed her his, and how had he known at all what she was doing.
She looked down at herself, witnessing the mess her juices had made on the bed. And when her gaze flickered to her little folds that were now neatly opened by his fingers, she felt terrified of touching them, afraid that it would make him come back once again.
The night following started with a feverish feeling. She had spent the entire day reminiscing about the beast, but as the evening started to bring the sickening feeling, she forgot everything, focusing on her current condition that seemed to worsening.
Just like the time before, she wolves seemed to be ready with their stuff, wet wipes, massage oils, piles of clean napkins and dozens of fan hands to evaporate the sweat. Only the idea of suffering like the last time made her nauseous. She looked around her bed as tens of maids ritually arranged their stuff, which she now noticed included a coil of rope, no doubt to tie her when she'd try to soothe the ache between her legs herself.
The maids stood in front of the bed as Jasmine arranged the cushions across the bed. Jasmine didn't know why she was doing it, but she was, as if making a safe place on the bed for her and him to mate. She wolves very well knew the instinct to build a nest on heat, which is why they had done the courtesy of bringing the extra cushions for their Luna. They watched pitifully as she made it, knowing that her mate wasn't going to bless her little space with his presence.
With the passing hours her heat worsened, the urge to have last night's beast came alive in volcano. If anything, his visit to her room had only exaggerated her condition. Now she exactly knew what to expect, how his touch would move across her pussy like magic of the night.
She wanted him, and if her body had an opinion, she needed him. She screamed in pain, crouching herself to ease the ache, but didn't make the mistake of touching herself again, knowing the maids would become hasty to tie her again.
She now knew why the maids tied her hands to the bed, it wasn't because she would hurt herself, but rather end up summoning the beast of her nightmares, something that she exactly sought at the moment.
"I want to relieve myself" she cried, trying to get off the bed, the maids helped her walk to the washroom in her room as suddenly she wiggled out of their hold.
"Not here"
She wolves knew the kind of tantrums women in heat could throw, especially if their mate had failed to satisfy them.
"Okay we'll help you-"
"No, let me walk by myself" she demanded for the first time. A few brows raised as their Luna's voice raised on them, she had never portrayed disrespect before, in pain or not.
And so they allowed to let her walk herself, carefully monitoring her stumbling steps. But one hard gaze from her and they realised Jasmine wasn't in a mood of intervention. They watched from the doorframe as she walked out of the room by herself, tracing the path of where they knew closest washroom was. The idea that their Luna will try anything suspicious didn't even cross their mind, knowing that she knew nothing about heat, nor what could soothe it.
Much to their unfortune, she did. She might have not known where he was in the palace, but she knew exactly how to summon him. Just when she was out of eyesight of the maids, she ran as fast as she could to the other side of the palace, hearing her heart wildly thudding inside her ribcage. The entire premise seemed to be empty, bereft of any presence. As soon as she found a cozy place below the stairs, she ran to it, easily fitting inside the safe hiding space from she-wolves.
She didn't waste a second before pushing her hand inside her gown, bypassing the already drenched panty to rub the slickness of her sensitive flesh, pressing the moan inside her throat. Her head fell back to rest against the wall, her eyes closed, the euphoric feeling of flicking the nub briefly soothed the pain, the back of her mind well aware that he would be on his way to her, to complete the promise he had made yesterday,
I will tie you to my bed, and fuck your tiny pussy till you pass out
The promise sounded too pleasing, her juices surged in anticipation. Her fingers moved over the little nub, remembering the way he had. A soft smile pressed inside her cheek at the memory of the beast, relaxing as the ache in between her legs alleviated with rigorous movements, creating a sinful noise of flesh rubbing across her slippery flesh.
Her eyes only halfheartedly opened, but as they did, a look of dread crossed across her features. He was watching her for minutes now, as she leaned on the wall, her eyes tightly closed, enjoying her fingers flicking her clit.