Chapter 7: The Second Night

The metallic sounds of the wall opening announced that my torment was about to begin again. On the other side, the same luxurious room, this time already with women.

One, two, three…

More kept arriving, I think there were about seven in total. Apparently, Rayan wanted to make it clear that he could have as many as he wanted.

This f*cking inflated ego… He was ridiculous.

Ridiculous and despicable.

Attributes that only made it even more repulsive that my body screamed for him at every moment.

I knew that that night was going to be even harder; I was weak from not having eaten and still under the effects of the arousal from the previous day. I was constantly living on the edge with no relief at all.

Rayan walked toward the mirror, shirtless, his abs on display. I rolled my eyes in anger, already knowing what was coming next, but it was different from what I expected. He stopped and placed his hand against the glass. “Girls, what if I told you there’s someone watching from the other side? Someone who would really, really love to be here with us.”

So now he was going to speak to me? Great, my situation just got even better.

“Are we going to put on a show tonight, alpha?” one of them asked, approaching from behind and sliding her hands along his arms.

Toned arms, kissed by the sun, which could surely hold me against the wall for as long as he wanted as he pounded into… D*mn, I was noticing every detail of his body and imagining scenarios even when I didn’t want to.

“Come on, let’s show this person what they’re missing.”

I did my best not to look, to stay detached from that lascivious display unfolding in front of me. But it was impossible.

My body had a goal, a target, a single desire, a single someone who could satisfy the hunger consuming me. And that someone was right in front of me, on the other side of the glass, with a woman kneeling before him.

The woman lowered his pants, but since she was in front, I could only imagine how hard his d*ck must be. She began moving her head back and forth; I imagined how her tongue must be dancing around the tip, how her mouth must have felt full of that virility, and how wet she must be getting.

Rayan kept looking forward as if he could see my eyes absorbed in frustration. Occasionally, he threw his head back, feeling the hands of the other women crowding around him while one of them devoured him, swallowing his length again and again.

Soon another joined her in that ritual of profane worship, now there were two sucking him. I felt my fists clench, crossed my legs seeking some kind of stimulation, and realized how drenched I was.

I tried to ignore it, but the sounds of pleasure and desire penetrated my ears even with my eyes closed. I felt my head start to spin, the later the night went, the more their pleasure grew and invaded the room in front of me, and the weaker I felt.

It was as if I had been walking for days in the desert, and someone poured a bottle of fresh water in front of me. My body began to ache; the chains rubbing my wrists and ankles made my skin protest, reminding me that I couldn’t go anywhere.

I thought about everything Rayan had done to me: kidnapping, betrayal, violation. That kept me more grounded, more capable of ignoring.

Hours and hours passed. Rayan fucked them all; each one of them got on all fours in front of the mirror. He was amazing in bed, I couldn’t deny that, but I would never admit it out loud.

When the steel curtain finally began to close again, the last thing I saw was Rayan’s face, with dark eyes with lust and scorn. The women scattered across the floor and bed slept, tired and exhausted, while he remained standing.

Of course; it was me he really wanted. The Wave would keep his body active, ready to breed any female until he finally did it to his Luna. He took a sip of wine before the curtain blocked my view of the room entirely.

I leaned my head against the wall, unable to do anything to relieve myself, unable to move freely. My mind started to wander… I missed running free through the mountains, on all fours, feeling the wind kiss my snout and brush through my fur. I missed having peace, not feeling constantly on edge, having a full belly, seeing the sky.

It hadn’t been that long since I’d been there… or had it? I don’t know; my mind was already clouded and my body was weak. All I wanted was a break during sleep; so I secretly prayed to the Moon Goddess for a quiet night, without images that could ignite me, without Rayan.

And she granted me that grace.

The next day, I woke up on my own. My body still ached from the uncomfortable position I had been forced to sleep in, but my mind was calmer. I hadn’t dreamed; I had just blacked out. And that was exactly what I needed.

I didn’t know if I would receive anything to eat or drink today, maybe yes, maybe no.

Rayan probably wanted to weaken me as quickly as possible, so I concluded I wouldn’t get anything. And so it was.

There was only darkness, silence, and cold.

Nothing but that and the clinking of chains with every painful movement I made.

When the steel curtain opened that night, I could barely pay attention. My body was too weak. I desired him, yes, without a doubt, but I could barely stay awake. My senses kept my awareness half-alive; the sounds of the women’s moans were a constant symphony hammering my brain. But I could barely make eye contact.

I began having disconnected thoughts, feeling my mind wandering. I wanted sex, food, sex, water, sex, Rayan, sex…

I sighed deeply, throwing my head back.

As soon as the curtain closed, I fell asleep. It was just the time it took for the moans to stop for my body to switch off. The Goddess had blessed me again with some relief.

No dreams, just peace and deep sleep.

When I realized it, my consciousness was slowly returning to my body. I felt something wet on my lips. At first, I thought it was blood, but there was no metallic taste.

It was fresh… it was… water?

WATER?!

I opened my eyes, tilting my head toward the unknown source, quickly swallowing the liquid that slid down my throat like a revitalizing balm.

“Slow down, take it easy. You’re going to choke.” The hoarse, unknown voice whispered with some concern.

I didn’t care to look at him; I just wanted to drink, to quench the thirst of two days without water, constantly sweating from my arousal.

I started coughing when it was too much.

“Please, shhh.” He put a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. “Rayan doesn’t know I’m here.”

“Who are you?” I asked, my throat still recovering and breathing with difficulty.

“My name is Hertor, I am the Arie Captain of the Karin and your guard.”