Monalisa is Cursed

Claimed and Cursed

Mona POV

I gagged hard, eyes watering, but he didn’t pull back. He held me there instead, letting my throat adjust around his massive Alpha cock, heavy balls resting against my chin.

“That’s my good girl,” he groaned softly, voice thick with lust. “Relax your throat. Let Daddy all the way in.”

I tried. Fuck, I tried so hard.

He started thrusting—slow, deep strokes that stretched my lips obscenely wide and made wet, filthy sounds every time he hit the back of my throat. Saliva poured from the corners of my mouth, dripping onto my tits and the floor in messy strings. My hands clutched his strong thighs as he used my face like a toy.

“Fuck, Mona… your mouth feels even better than I imagined,” he rasped, picking up the pace. “All those nights you were upstairs whimpering my name, fucking yourself with that pathetic toy while your wolf begged for me… and now here you are. On your knees. Choking on your Alpha stepfather’s cock like the filthy little bitch you are.”

I moaned loudly around his thick shaft. The vibration made him twitch and push even deeper. My nose pressed flush against his pelvis as he forced more inches down my throat. I couldn’t breathe. My vision blurred with fresh tears, but my pussy clenched violently, slick pouring down my thighs. The lack of air only made my wolf crazier.

He pulled out just long enough for me to gasp a desperate breath, thick strings of saliva connecting my swollen lips to his glistening cock. Then he slapped my cheek with it again—wet, heavy, humiliating—and shoved back in.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered.

I looked up at him through wet lashes as he fucked my throat harder. His hips snapped forward with raw Alpha dominance. Drool ran in rivers down my neck and soaked my shirt. I was gagging, choking, crying—and my wolf was in heaven.

Downstairs, Mom moved around the kitchen, still annoyed about the burnt eggs. The danger only made everything hotter.

He suddenly pulled all the way out, breathing hard. His massive cock bobbed in front of my face, angry red and dripping. He stroked it fast with one hand while the other kept my head in place.

“Open wide. Tongue out.”

I obeyed instantly, tongue extended like an obedient little doll. He slapped the wet head against it several times, smearing more precum everywhere.

“You’re going to swallow every drop like the greedy slut you are,” he growled. “And then you’re going to thank Daddy for using your messy little throat.”

I whimpered in agreement. He pushed back between my lips and thrust with purpose—short, fast strokes aimed straight down my throat. My gagging grew louder and wetter. I was a complete mess: mascara running, face covered in spit, throat visibly bulging.

His breathing turned ragged. His grip in my hair turned almost painful.

“Mona— fuck, princess— I’m close…”

Just as his cock swelled thicker on my tongue, Mom’s footsteps started up the stairs.

He cursed under his breath and pulled out. Thick, hot ropes of potent Alpha cum erupted across my face and tongue—salty, musky, overwhelming. Some landed on my lips, some on my cheeks, a few drops hitting my lashes. I tried to swallow what I could, coughing and gasping, my wolf purring at the taste of him.

He quickly tucked his still-hard cock away and zipped up just as the doorknob rattled.

“Mona? Are you two up here?” Mom called. “Dinner’s almost ready. Come down and set the table.”

He looked down at me—kneeling in a puddle of my own drool and his cum, face painted, lips swollen—and smirked with dark satisfaction.

“Clean yourself up, princess,” he whispered. “And remember… this is only the beginning.”

He opened the door casually and stepped out, voice perfectly normal. “I already talked to her. She’ll do better.”

I stayed on my knees for a long moment, heart pounding, tasting him on my tongue, feeling his cum cooling on my skin. My pussy ached so badly I could barely stand. I quickly wiped my face, changed my shirt, and tried to look normal.

But the moment I stood up, the window in my room shook violently.

Bang.

It flew open with brutal force, glass rattling, cold night air rushing in like a living thing. I screamed as an invisible force slammed into me. My legs gave out and I crashed to the floor.

Burning pain exploded in my fingers. My nails lengthened into claws, tearing at the wood. Fangs punched through my gums. Fur rippled across my arms and neck in patches while the rest of me stayed terrifyingly human. Half-shifted. Trapped between forms.

Through blurred vision, I looked up at the wall.

Written in dripping, fresh blood were the words:

Forbidden.

The Goddess forbids it.

My heart felt like it had been cut in two. A sob tore from my throat as agony and terror flooded me.

I scrambled to my feet and ran—half-human, half-wolf, claws clicking on the stairs—desperate to escape the blood-written warning.

I burst into the living room… .

Mom and my stepfather were frozen…. they were not moving at all…

None of them move.

None of them talked.

They were like statue

The only sound was my ragged breathing and the distant howl of wind through my open bedroom window.

You are cursed Monalisa…. A voice echoe

My right hand swore in horror and I screamed out loud