Possessed by His Mark

Aira’s POV

"I-I can't take this anymore, I have to get out of here," I whispered to myself, my voice trembling.

I hurried away, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, every beat echoing in my ears. My entire body felt restless, consumed by an intense, fiery sensation I couldn’t escape. It was as if my skin was too tight, my nerves too sensitive, and no matter how much I tried to shake it off, the discomfort only grew worse.

Each step I took was fueled by desperation, the overwhelming need to get away from everything. But deep down, I knew exactly what was happening to me. The undeniable truth burned within me—I was in the peak of my heat cycle.

"Aira! You can’t ran away from us! Find her!"

My skin prickled at the sound of my parents calling out my name. I froze for a moment but quickly shook it off and ran. I had to get away. I couldn’t let them control my life anymore. This was my life, and I would do whatever I wanted with it!

But it wasn’t just their demands suffocating me. The discomfort from my heat only made everything worse. My emotions were all over the place, like a storm I couldn’t calm.

I ran as fast as I could, determined to put as much distance between us as possible. I didn’t even realize where I was going until I stumbled into a quiet, tranquil forest. It wasn’t familiar to me, and I didn’t care.

Panting heavily, sweat dripped down my face. I wiped it off and looked around, trying to take in my surroundings. The forest was eerily peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos in my mind. How did I even get here? I thought to myself. Maybe I’d run so fast and blindly that my feet had brought me here without me realizing it.

As I tried to catch my breath, a voice suddenly broke through the silence.

"What are you doing here in my territory?"

I spun around, my eyes widening as I saw him.

He stood there, tall and commanding, with a presence that demanded attention. His aura was powerful, almost overwhelming. But instead of feeling scared, I froze, captivated by him.

His figure was strong, almost regal, and his eyes—his eyes held something that made my heart skip a beat. He was intimidating, yet I couldn’t look away.

For a moment, he seemed frozen too, staring at me like he couldn’t believe I was there. Then, as if snapping out of it, his eyes shifted, darkening with something I couldn’t quite read.

"W-Who are you? W-What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling with fear. I stammered as I spoke, my mind racing with questions.

His presence was overwhelming—intense and unfamiliar. It terrified me, especially since I hadn’t even sensed him earlier. It was like he appeared out of nowhere, silent and swift.

He noticed my reaction, the fear etched on my face.

"I asked, how did you get here?" his voice was deep and magnetic.

I froze the moment his voice reached my ears. There was something about it—an odd, unexplainable charm that seemed to wrap itself around me. Even though he looked so dominant, I couldn’t run away from him. I was rooted to the spot.

He moved closer, but cautiously, keeping some distance between us. His eyes studied me carefully.

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself despite the turmoil inside me. The heat cycle was wreaking havoc on my body and emotions, making everything harder to handle.

"I... I ran away from my parents," I finally admitted, my voice shaking. "They wanted to sell me to an old man... as a slave."

Tears pricked my eyes, but I held them back as I stared at him. "Please, you have to help me. I can’t go back. I won’t go back!"

His jaw tightened, and he nodded slowly, almost as if he was processing my words. His gaze shifted slightly, something unreadable flickering in his eyes, but I didn’t think much of it. Desperation clouded my thoughts.

"I don’t know what to do," I whispered, my voice barely audible now. "I don’t know where to go."

He nodded again, his expression unreadable but steady, “I understand.”

Despite everything, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something about him was... different. But I ignored it for now. I didn’t have the luxury to overthink—not when I was running out of options.

For a moment, I thought he was going to help me. I really believed he would do something good, that he would show kindness. But I was wrong.

Before I could process what was happening, he suddenly closed the distance between us. In one swift motion, his hand was around my neck—not in a way that hurt me, but in a way that felt disturbingly sensual. His grip was firm, almost possessive. He wasn’t choking me, but the weight of his hand sent a shiver through my entire body.

He pushed me back against a tree, his movements rough yet calculated. His intense gaze pierced into mine, locking me in place.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice low and commanding. "Do you really want my help?"

I swallowed hard, my throat tightening as I struggled to form a response. My body was frozen, caught between fear and something I couldn’t quite name. His eyes held me captive, as though they could pull me into another dimension.

After a few moments of silence, I nodded shakily. "Yes," I whispered. "I’m certain. I need your help. Please…"

But what he did next stunned me.

The moment I affirmed my plea, he moved abruptly. Without warning, he tore my dress apart, the fabric ripping harshly in the stillness of the forest. Cold air lashed against my nakedness, making me gasp.

I was exposed. Completely naked before him.

"W-What are you doing?!" I cried out, my voice laced with shock. But despite my words, my body betrayed me. The heat surging within me burned even hotter, like an inferno threatening to consume me entirely. The intimate tension between us, amplified by the fact that we were utterly alone, made the fire inside me rage uncontrollably.

He leaned in closer, tilting his head slightly, as though teasing me with the idea of a kiss. But he didn’t follow through. His lips hovered mere inches from mine, the space between us charged with unspoken intensity. His breath mingled with mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

His eyes burned with a raw intensity, full of hunger and something primal.

"I’m going to fuck you," he said, his voice low and dripping with certainty.

My whole body shivered, every hair standing on end. The sheer heat of his presence and the unrelenting pull of my own heat cycle were too much to bear. I felt completely overwhelmed, overtaken by instincts I could no longer control.

Before I even realized what I was doing, the words slipped from my lips:

"Please… be gentle with me."

Instead of listening to me, he responded coldly, his voice devoid of any warmth.

"You need my help, so you have no right to make demands."

Before I could think, his hands grabbed me firmly, spinning me around so fast that I barely realized what was happening until I was facing away from him. My chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, my heart pounding as a rush of emotions took over—fear, excitement, and a raw, unshakable need I didn’t want to admit.

His body was right behind me, solid and hot, pressing against me in a way that left no room for guessing. His arousal was undeniable, hard against me, making his intentions clear without a single word. A mix of panic and wild desire coursed through me, my body betraying me as the heat inside me grew stronger, impossible to ignore.

"You are now bound to me," he growled, his voice a dark promise.

And then, without hesitation or warning, he entered me.

“AHHH!”

Pain shot through me like lightning, sharp and overwhelming. He was rough, unyielding, and merciless. He pounded inside me, hard and fast. A scream tore from my lips as I felt the full force of him inside me, my body struggling.

“P-please…!” I cried, but he didn’t listen to me. I moaned when he spanked my butt, pulled my hair, and kissed the back of my ear.

“You’re mine. Remember that.”

The forest around us seemed to disappear, swallowed by the intensity of our bodies slapping against each other.