Phobos stiffens to my abrupt contiguity to him and takes an apparent step apart from my heat as I wince at his immoral action. He is truly ruthless with his ways, he does not care if it bites me.
"Your female?" Deimos questions with stupefaction as I chew into my lower lip. I wonder if he shall be perturbed with me that I hid this from him or would he think that I merely found out about it recently as well? I wait tenaciously for my mate to answer but startle as I sense the flame of his blues upon me.
Meek eyes rise to behold his only to gawk in perplexity. Why do you look at me like that? As though I have committed a trespass against you and the moon. As though I have done something shameful and corrupt. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I shall be marked down by you this way.
Ripping my eyes off him I pray that I can disappear beneath the storm, this position I am in is not of happy one but a gut-wrenching on
I did not expect it from him either. Yet the open display of his attitudes towards me was unpleasant to handle and I did my best to conceal it as I bit my lower lip firmly to feel pain from elsewhere rather than my heart.Some unmated males of Deimos's pack view me with lecherous eyes browsing down my morning attire, I am quite used to it but knowing that my male is next to me has me feel guarded.They noticed his blatant disregard of me, that is why they possess the cockiness to gawk at me this way. I do not like it, the way they look at me for it is as though they are undressing me and visualizing me bare.If Aegeus or Orien were here these males would be pummeled to the ground bleeding. The need to be shielded ignites from within and I unknowingly shuffle closer to him seeking his possessiveness of me.Yet he startles visibly and so do I, he halts his every action as though registering
Eighteen days.Eighteen days of sheer absolute torture I endured travelling from Deimos's pack to my moon blessed's.The first few evenings, I persevered with faith and heart yet what came after made me wish to suffocate myself in deep waters. It was my first time journeying far from home and what truly tested me was that I was the sole female in a galactic group of burly males.No, not one dared to look at me inappropriately that was not the issue rather I possessed no choice but to wear the same sweater and skirt I left with for the entirety of those days. When I had questioned Drakho, he frowned with bemusement and said it was natural for them to not change clothes during travel and therefore was not directed to take any from my room for my departure.But I am a female and I despise being unclean. Therefore, I was compelled to scrub my clothes by the most proximal river to each location we were stationed
A long-drawn, fluctuating vocal sound that resembles a howl and is produced by discharging a high pitched loud voice followed by a rapid back and forth movement of the tongue and the uvula. The combined sound of it weakens my knees, it is too overpowering.(Our Queen has set foot on our soil!)Phobos and I trudge up the trail paved for us, torches mounted high on either of our sides. He treads with confidence on my left his head raised spine upright the Alpha accompanies me through the masses as they bow and kneel upon the soil in honour for us.Two thrones occupy the space in front of us, thrones made of bones and skulls of animals. It instils terror within me whilst my moon blessed stands in front of his seat as I scramble to settle by his right.His wolves arise to turn to us their faces coated with white paint, I can only discern their radiant eyes as they examine me. Phobos seize my lef
"It is as though I am holding a strand of gold." She chuckles as I smile at her words. I find their amazement quite adorable."Jak dobrá je krása? Musí to být opravdová královna. Please remove your undergarments as well." The leader's eyes are narrowed with a sort of a reprimand sent to the female behind me whilst she instructs me again as my orbs broaden mildly to her words. Does she wish for me to be naked? No wolf has ever seen me bare, no even my mother after I became a juvenile.(What good is beauty? She must be a true queen)Yet before I could discourse of my unease the female who stands behind me unfastens my bra as I startle to her actions. I am not entitled to protest as my breasts and cunt are instantly bared to them. The female seizes my hand and leads me to the steaming tub as I stumble after her.The water is warm soothing my cold skin,
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 ve
"Luna Theia." A faint delicate voice calls me with a softness drawing me out of my peaceless slumber as I promptly awaken to the soothing sound of the female.Frowning with perplexity that bounds me I take in my surrounding, I am not in the same place I achingly slept in last night by the frigid corner of the tent rather I am nestled upon the feather mattress embraced warmly beneath the velvet blanket and the fur quilt. How did I get here? Had I crawled here amid my sleep seeking heat?"I trust you rested well considering it was your first night away from home." The female who kneels by my right addresses gathering back my attention to her as I gaze up at the red-haired beauty."Yes, thank you. Your name is Moira yes?"Her eyes widen with awe as though she is pleased that I remembered her name. "Yes, Luna." She answers bowing lowly with reverence as I sit up screening my breasts with the blanket.
Sitting by his side has him visibly stiffen as always, I do not understand why he does this as though his senses are constantly aware of my existence. As though my presence tortures him.I study the copious dishes on the table, it is all shared with an eagerness to provide for every wolf. Yet I find no breakfast meals rather all I can decipher are a variety of meat. Fish, pork, chicken and lamb. Some are cooked, rather burnt I would say and the others are raw. A sudden need to gag is set forth within me, how do they eat this so early in the morning?An unexpected memory lights up and I smile faintly peering down at my skirt. I remember perching next to Cronus where he would always place fresh bread, pancakes or waffles on my plate knowing how much I adored them. He would always advise me to eat more and to finish everything on my plate. Truly a devoted brother.I take a glimpse at the platter lying in front of me upon th
"Narozen z popela, hořet popelem." The elder roars as she smears the thick liquid over the tender flesh of my right palm whilst I flinch at the abrupt sensation, it is a cool paint-like substance that sends shivers down my spine.(Born from ashes, burn to ashes)"Měsíční dar, který jsme krváceli přijmout, a teď pro nás bude krvácet." It is then smudged on my left palm whilst the rhythms of my heart quicken to the power this female wields in her voice as though she is commanding the vast skies to yield.(The moon's gift we bled to receive and now she will bleed for us)"Její krev, která nás všechny osvobodí." She dips her fingers in the jar once more only to kneel by me and coat it over both my feet. Does this all signify something?(Her blood that shall liberate us all)