STORY 2: WHAT A CRAZY ROYAL FAMILY!! Part 1

Some say pleasure is sinful. Others call it divine. But no one escapes it. Because pleasure doesn’t ask for permission — it invades, it consumes, and it teaches. It reminds us that to be human is to crave, to surrender, to be undone.

STORY 2: WHAT A CRAZY ROYAL FAMILY

~ Eliara ~

They say an Alpha's heart belongs to his pack. I just never realized that meant there'd be no room left for me.

Keidō was gone. Again. The scent of him, sharp pine and damp earth, still clung to the silk sheets, a cruel mockery of his presence. My body pulsed with a desperate heat, a fire he had ignited and then abandoned, leaving me to burn alone. My heat had arrived yesterday, a tempest of desire crashing through my veins, demanding release, demanding 'him'. But Keidō, my stoic Alpha, saw only the pack, the looming threat of war. His touch, when it came, was brief, a fleeting brush against my cheek before he turned, his gaze distant, already on the horizon.

“Eliara, I must go.” His voice, a low rumble, barely reached me. He stood by the door, his silhouette framed against the pale morning light, a warrior already armored for battle.

I pulled the furs tighter around my shoulders, the luxurious weight doing little to quell the shivers. “Must you? Now? My heat… it just began.” My voice was a raw whisper, laced with a plea I knew he wouldn’t hear.

He turned then, his eyes, the color of stormy skies, meeting mine. A flicker, perhaps of regret, perhaps of obligation, passed through them, too quick to grasp. “The scouts returned. The Bloodfang pack moves closer. I cannot delay.”

“But you are the Alpha. Your Luna needs you.” I pushed myself up, the silk sliding down my bare skin, exposing the curve of my hip, the swell of my breast. My hard and aching nipples, peaked against the fabric, yearning for his mouth, his touch. The scent of my arousal, sweet and musky, filled the air, a siren call meant only for him.

He took a step towards me, his gaze dropping to my body, lingering for a moment before snapping back to my face. His jaw tightened. “The pack needs me more. Their safety is paramount.”

“And what of 'my' safety? What of my sanity?” My voice cracked, a desperate edge sharpening each word. “You bind me to you, then leave me to writhe in this agony alone. Is that the Alpha’s way?”

He reached the bed, his large hand brushing my cheek, a touch devoid of passion, a gesture of duty. “You are strong, Eliara. You always have been. You will endure.”

“Endure?” I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “Is that what you call it? This gnawing emptiness? This constant hunger that only you can sate?” My hand reached for his, clutching it as my fingers dug deep into his palm. “Please, Keidō. Just a moment. Just a touch. I need you.”

He pulled his hand away gently, his gaze unwavering. “There is no time for moments, Eliara. Not now. The war will not wait for my Luna’s heat to pass.” He moved away, his back to me, already donning his thick leather tunic, the scent of his own rising tension, sharp and metallic, mixing with the earthy musk of his fur.

“You always choose them,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “Always the pack. Never me.”

He paused at the door, his hand resting on the wooden frame. “You are part of the pack, Eliara. My Luna. My responsibility. But my duty extends to every single soul under my protection.” He didn’t look back. “I will return when I can. Be safe.”

Then he was gone. The heavy oak door thudded shut, a final, definitive sound that echoed the emptiness in my chest. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the frantic thrum of my own blood, the insistent pulse of my heat.

My body screamed. Every nerve ending vibrated, a frantic symphony of unfulfilled desire. The air that was thick with my scent, felt suffocating. I threw off the furs, the cool air that hit my skin offered a fleeting, agonizing relief before the inferno within me flared hotter. My heavy and swollen breasts ached. My clit throbbed, a relentless drumbeat demanding attention.

He always did this. His pack always came first. From the moment he claimed me, I knew this was his truth. But knowing it didn't make it any easier to bear, especially not now, when my body was a tempest, when the primal urge for union consumed me. I paced the room, like a caged animal, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug. The walls of our chambers, usually a sanctuary, now felt like a prison.

My now trembling hands went to my breasts, cupping their fullness, rolling my thumbs over the distended nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips, a sound of desperate yearning. The friction, though minimal, sent a jolt of pleasure, a tiny spark in the vast darkness. I squeezed as I imagined his mouth, his tongue, suckling, teasing. My fingers dragged downwards, tracing the line of my ribs, across my belly, flat and taut, until they reached the delta of dark curls between my legs.

My pussy throbbed, a swollen, sensitive mass of flesh, slick with my own juices. I pressed my palm against it.

"Oh, gods!" A small whimper escaped my lips. The pressure I felt was a sweet agony, a tease that only intensified my craving. My fingers delved into the wetness, finding my clit, already hard and protruding. I rubbed it gently, then with more urgency, a soft rhythmic motion that sent waves of heat through my core.

“Ah…” A soft gasp escaped my lips. The pleasure was sharp, immediate, but also hollow, a pale imitation of the real thing. It was a desperate attempt to quell the fire, to find some release, any release, from the relentless ache. I closed my eyes, picturing my mate, Keidō, his strong hands on my hips, his thrusts deep and powerful, filling me, claiming me. But the image was fleeting, replaced by the stark reality of my solitude.

My fingers continued their work, circling my clit, then sliding lower, seeking entry. My pussy was open. It was eager, practically begging to be filled. I tried to imagine his cock, his thick and hot member, sliding into me, stretching me, burying itself deep. I pushed a finger inside, then another, the slick warmth a poor substitute for the firm press of his shaft. My hips began to move in a slow, unconscious grind against my hand as if seeking deeper penetration, a more profound friction.

“Oh, gods…” My ragged breath hitched. The pleasure built. it felt like a tight knot in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. My whole body became tensed as it arched slightly. But it wasn't enough. It never was. Self-pleasure, in the throes of heat, was a cruel joke, a brief respite before the hunger returned, fiercer than before. I needed more. I needed to be taken.

My eyes scanned the room, landing on the small, velvet-lined box on my bedside table. Inside lay a collection of toys, gifts from a previous Luna, a woman who understood the unique torment of an Alpha’s wife. My still slick fingers, reached for the box, fumbling with the latch. It clicked open, revealing a vibrant array of silicone and glass. My gaze settled on a long, thick dildo, veined and realistic, designed to mimic a powerful cock. It felt heavy in my hand, cool and smooth against my skin.

This would have to do. This had to do. I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs as my breath came out in short, sharp gasps. My pussy pulsed, a silent scream for release. I positioned the toy, its blunt head pressed against my wet folds, ready to plunge into the depths of my yearning. My hips lifted, a silent invitation, a desperate plea.

Just as I was about to push down, to claim the fleeting relief this cold object offered, the door burst open.

“Eliara, have you seen Keidō? The scouts returned with urgent news, and he’s nowhere to be found, the fool always disappears when he’s needed most.”

My eyes snapped open, wide with shock, my body freezing, the dildo still poised at the entrance to my aching pussy. Selene. Keidō’s sister. Her voice, usually a bright, melodic chime, was filled with concern as her gaze swept the room, searching.

Oh, no please, no, don't look here... I practically begged her in my head, knowing it was of no use.

Her eyes landed on me.

My breath caught in my throat. I lay there, exposed, vulnerable, my legs spread, my hand clutching a phallic toy, my pussy glistening with arousal.