DARK ONE SHOTS | 18+ - Chapter 3: Chapter 3

She retracted her fingers instantly, suddenly frightened. Now that he was here, every speck of her bravery evaporated into thin air, leaving a thorough layer of fear behind. She pressed her body further into the wall, wondering if she tried hard enough whether the wall would dissolve her into its concrete.
It did not, all it did was made her fear more visible, his anger more conspicuous.
"Now what did I warn you about Jasmine?" his deep voice moistened her pussy. She clenched her thighs, an act that did not go unnoticed by his eyes. The golden haze played in his eyes.
In a second, her legs were being dragged out of her hiding place. She heard the clank of boots as the maids came running to the place, their lungs out of breath, a glimpse of worry dancing on their features.
Nothing mattered anymore, his wolf had already taken control, adamant on marking his defiant mate. Maids watched opened mouth as Alpha Draven effortlessly slung her body on his shoulder, earning a gasp from their Luna as she tried to struggle on his broad shoulder, swinging her legs to achieve some dominance. But as it turned out, Alpha held nothing back to discipline his mate in front of his pack members, delivering a hard slap on her covered ass, bringing her futile struggles to an unfortunate end.
Maids immediately looked down in respect, their eyes embarrassed at having witnessed such a private moment. They watched him carrying her slowly in the direction they very well knew resided his chamber.
She didn't notice the magnificent chandelier hanging on the roof, nor did she notice the humongous pieces of furniture organized in his chamber. All that she saw was the bed that she was carelessly thrown on, the cushions that weren't arranged in the type of nest she preferred.
Her hands instantly got to work, pulling the pile of cushions, arranging them in a rectangular form, the strange excitement of mating doing its magic. She oddly enjoyed the aroma of the room filled with his manly scent, teasing her body in more than one ways.
He patiently waited when he most couldn't, as she moved around to form perfect rectangle with cushions on his king size bed. Her incredible enthusiasm confounded him, compelling him to believe that the vigor of red moon was more powerful than hatred on any day. She had as if forgotten her identity, her only goal as if to make a nest for her and him. He had heard to the woman, her nest mattered the most, so before you ravish her, marking her skin and engraving your scent, you let her create her comfortable space to mate.
He couldn't exactly complain while in await, the sight of her ass, the outline of her chest only intensified his imagination, inadvertently listing the positions his prey was going to bend into, taking him inside like a good little mate.
His possessiveness yet again boiled, remembering how she was rubbing herself openly in the palace. What if he hadn't vacated the entire premise because she was in heat? What if another wolf had caught the hint of her scent?
Only a moment after her nest for prepared she found herself pinned by the neck.
"You did this on purpose didn't you?" His hot breathe fanned her features.
She watched his lips moving. That's all. His. Lips. Moved. The well shaped, pink flesh- framing his perfect teeth, moved. No words were heard.
She was sure unless he spoke the language of touch, she would hear nothing. In the moments of such vulnerability, words held no value, only carnal desires did, of touch, of caress, of thrust.
"Open you legs" he ordered, his voice doing no holy things to her body.
And she did like an obedient mate, eagerly waiting in anticipation, the disappointment of not having a final look at her nest still stinging.
His hands yet again found the sticky flesh. He sat on his knees on the floor, dragging her body to the edge of bed, observing her pussy in the light of candles, the faint red light of moon now seeming insignificant.
She took a deep breath when he took a sharp inhale just near her clit, leaving a chill memory behind.
She let her head fall back on the mattress when his face came attacking on her flesh, diving in her pussy, his tongue darting in between her folds, flashing the strings of sticky discharge like an award. A foreign noise saturated his chamber as she moaned deliciously, unnoticeably quivering.
Three of his fingers moved up and down her pussy, her left leg resting on his shoulder as he witnessed more fluid flowing out of her pussy, wetting his fingers. He played with the slickness, licking the source of juices, slurping on them like a thirsty animal. She wanted to scream on top of her lungs when she couldn't fathom the feeling of him softly kissing her folds, sucking the little flesh in between his lips before letting it pop out.
He didn't limit the feel of her pussy to his lips, it seemed unfair to other parts of him. So he let his sharp nose swipe in between her folds, giving him all the more reason to smell her again. His cheek adoring the edgy stubble brushed against her sensitive flesh, creating a weird coil of tingles in her lower stomach.
She jerked when his fingers roughly flicked her clit, one time and then again and again and again. She groaned, pulling the sheets in her fists, not stopping the assault of his fingers till he delivered a final hard slap, making her forcefully close her legs, her thighs visibly shaking in uncountable pleasure.
He hovered over her again, her delirious state far from fading. She felt a jerk on her neck as he made her stand on her feet, pressing her back on his chest, his face entering the crook of her neck despite the massive height difference. But that was only a ploy to keep her distracted while he teared her gown apart, getting rid of every piece of fabric adoring her skin. His nostrils flared in hunger, devouring the smell of her hair as his head moved up and down in her neck, attempting to not waste a molecule of scent radiating off her body, particularly feeling the sensitive skin which would bear his mark, the stamp of his ownership.
His hands indulged in another play, aggressively grouping her breasts, crushing the nipple between his middle and ring finger, circling the pebble with his thumb. When his giant hand managed to fit both of her breasts in a single hold, his other hand roamed around her body aimlessly, pinching her soft flesh.
Only after he was satisfied with the fondling, she found herself pushed on the bed face first, his manhandling percepted by her body as far from disgusting, already accepting the twisted ways of Alpha. She wasn't allowed time to breathe as he pulled her ass up in the air, delivering a spank that she was sure would leave his fingerprints behind.
"This is what you wanted ain't it?" he whispered, hastily unbuttoning his pant, taking his painfully hard manhood out, aligning it with her pussy, "Hmm?"
His hand intertwined in her scalp, pulling her head, every skin cell of her back touched his front, their sweat intermingling.
Her lust started to fade when she felt something bigger than she had imagined, hovering over her hole, pushing itself in.
"Slowly" she pleaded as not even an inch of him had entered, and just as he had anticipated, she was too small to take him fully.
"Has anyone touched you this way before?" he whispered in her ear, holding her left breast like an apple, admiring it, continuing to push himself inside her tiny pussy.
It didn't take a genius to tell that she was a virgin. His wolf took an odd pride in that and yet he wanted to hear it from her, to know if she had even thought of another man.
She only shook her head, focusing on the pain that was intensifying where he entered.
Her breath hitched when he suddenly moved several inches inside, almost tearing her sensitive flesh.
"Words" the husky voice echoed in her ear.
"Nooo" she moaned, hiding her frustration.
"Good girl, aren't you Jasmine?" his raspy tone rumbled, "Do you know who I am Jasmine?" question followed another inch of flesh inside her,
"No" she whispered, too scared to disappoint him.
"I...my Jasmine... am your mate" his hand traveled up to grasp her neck, his another hand holding her waist so she wouldn't dare distance herself from him.
She had heard that word, mate, she always thought in wolfs it meant partner, life partner.
"Do you know what mate means Jasmine?" she felt him slowly taking himself out from her, letting her tightness relax.
"It means I am your partner" she whispered.
"Wrong"
She screamed when in a single thrust he was inside her, completely embedding himself.
"It means you're my property" he remained inside her, "Mine to fuck-", he retracted, "Mine to ruin" - thrust- "Mine to do whatever I please".
"Gentle" she pleaded again when she sensed the roughness scratching his insides, letting her hand travel back to his neck, gently holding it to support her weight.
She wondered whether she was asking for a quality that was beyond his capacity, whether he even knew what 'gentle' meant.
Her question was answered when he thrusted inside her again, jerking her entire being, sending her entire body into frenzy, doing the exact opposite of her demand.
The slow deep thrusts only became faster, his hands ensured she stayed glued to her place, screaming and moaning as wave after another, unimaginable emotions surged across her body, confusing her whether pain was mixed in pleasure or pleasure in pain, the boundaries between them fading like the shades of setting sun.
Her orgasm approached unimaginably faster, hitting her like tsunami, leaving her stripped out of words, tightly clenching his manhood insider her.
He gently let her go as she slumped on bed, already dwindling on energy. He effortlessly flipped her on her back, slowly entering inside her again.
It was the first time she had seen a dick, and if it was how every man's dick was, she wondered how women were alive in this world.
The mere sight of it made her recoil in fear, it was covered in her blood, her legs trembled in fright, wondering how in the world her body had space for that thing.
He watched viciously as she moved back on mattress, keeping distance, looking at his manhood as if she had seen a ghost.
His wolf couldn't but feel rejected, and with the feeling of refusal came the depth of infuriation.
She winced when he pulled her thighs closer in a jerk, bringing her back to edge of bed, where his girth awaited to enter back again.
"Ahh Nooo..." She screamed when he tried to align it to her pussy, thrashing in his hold.
Her shrieks only paused when her neck was threatened to be snapped, when his hand engulfed it, tightening his hold.
"Its not going to fit...please" she cried.
"Oh it is" he whispered, aligning it once again, the golden haze palpable in his orbs, "Take a breath, and watch"
And watch she did, witnessing as the girthy monster somehow managed to enter inside her tightness, evoking the similar heavenly thrill she had experienced minutes ago, his thrusts were slow, letting her adjust to the new angle, as he felt her insides only slightly relaxing, not fully letting him in but not denying either.
"You see how I fit inside you?" he asked coming awfully closer to her face, his lips hovering over hers.
She had stopped looking at the sight that almost looked impossible, the uncomfortable screams were replaced by moans, the thrashing had turned into the soft creaking of bed, the once slow thrusts now becoming a full blown pounding.
She moaned within the little space between them, blessing his ears with her sweet voice, engulfing his existence in the intensifying scent of her juices.
He felt his manhood being gripped inside her for the second time, her breaths becoming short,
"I think I am going to...I am going to..."
And she came for the second time, then third and then fourth till she lost the count of how many times he had thrusted inside her, kissed her, licked her, properly fucked her.
It had to be somewhere along the border of dawn and morning that he had finally grunted the way he never had, halting inside her, the girth of his manhood increasing if it was possible. And she felt the loads and loads of his seed, filling her entirely till she felt full of it.
His soft kisses found her in exhaustion. She breathed as a trail of kisses traced her forehead ending on the sweet spot on her neck,
"This is going to hurt Jasmine" she barely heard, her fever finally resting down after hours of mating, "I want you take a deep breath and trust me" his whisper confused her, but just as she had learnt over night, that not listening to him invited greater consequences.
So she had taken it, the deep breathe, welcoming the sharp pain that he had promised, embracing the after care that he had promised too.
Alpha Draven hadn't realised when his wolf had taken the back seat, letting the human part of him lead his way, but as it happened so he realised, the elders had won.
The Red Moon had done its magic.