Mera.As I walked out of the classroom, I sighed deeply. The conversation with Mistress Hawthorne had drained all of my energy.I was very afraid that if I said a wrong word there would be serious consequences. Luckily, I had done pretty well and hadn't let her find out my secret.I leaned against the wall, my hands over my chest, my heart still pounding.Slaves can't fall in love with their masters, that's the rule of the castle. But I had fallen in love with my master, that was irrevocable.He doesn't love me. What's the point of me loving him? I want to cry again. I quickly blink away the tears in my eyes. I can't cry again unless I want my eyes to swell to the size of eggs for two days in a row.I've been distracted and sullen today. I was in a bad mood and I had to make an adjustment.I decided to hide my feelings and pretend that I never liked him. From today on, I would only think of him as my master, not my boyfriend.I can't let anyone find out about my love for him, especial

Garyson.I flopped my mate onto the bed. Her legs were spread out towards the sides, with a beautiful little bud growing in the center. I'm going to make her little bud start to bloom."Our mate is just so beautiful!" My wolf said in ecstasy."She is beautiful. Everything about her is so perfect." I responded to my wolf as I massaged her clit.Her tiny clit was hidden inside the bud and I quickly found its exact location. I knew her body like the back of my hand. I knew all her sensitive spots. As soon as I rubbed her little clit, she couldn't help but let out a pleasing moan."What are you waiting for? Don't you want to fuck her?" My wolf urges anxiously. He couldn't wait to enjoy our lovely mate.I parted her thighs, spreading them wider apart. Her little bud was like a stream and the sheets under her ass were already soaked with water.I grabbed my cock and placed it at her entrance and watched as my cock filled her blossom. I let out a low whimper and quickly leaned down to take h

Mera. Mistress Hawthorne had us wiggling our asses and moaning at the same time. Without much hesitation, the girls started doing it right away. I've learned to do these things with no expression on my face. These tricks are just a means to impress the Alpha. No tricks are needed when you really like someone. "Right. You're doing a great job." "The sluttier you are, the more Alpha will like you." "Your moans are making me wet." She nodded her head in satisfaction, then ended the day's lesson. "Check your panties, they must be soaked with your juices." "I can already smell your rutting. You had better wipe your little pussies with a tissue." The she-wolves were always more open and would speak flirtatious and teasing language. The girls, on the other hand, were generally more shy, clamping their knees together and rubbing their inner thighs slightly. "Tomorrow you will need to take some pictures that will be sent to the honorable Alpha to enjoy. Your beautiful bodies will su

Mera.The last thing I realized was that I let out a loud moan, clenched the huge inside of my pussy to reach a stimulating orgasm, and then fainted in his arms.What happened after that, I don't know anything about.When I woke up, it was early the next morning.Sex with a werewolf is just too physically demanding. I fell into a deep sleep after every sex.A werewolf's penis is thicker and longer than a human's, and sex lasts longer than they do. Sexual prowess is one of the most important indicators for girls to evaluate a man. I'm sure there are plenty of girls and she-wolves who like my master.I like him too.I find that I feel happy after every sex with him. I have loved him too much. I couldn't pull away anymore.I rolled on the bed twice then decided to get up.I put on my shaping underwear, which makes my breasts look a little fuller. I suddenly realized how smooth my skin had become, smoother than the most expensive silk. There wasn't a single blemish on my skin, it was as b

Mera. I stared in wide-eyed amazement at the necklace in front of me, which had two rings hanging in the center. One ring was large and the other was small. My eyes move back and forth between the rings and his face. He grabbed my hand and placed the necklace in my hand. "Mera, don't cry." He wipes the tears from the corners of my eyes and carefully pins the messy strands of hair behind my ear. "Do the necklace and ring make you happy?" He asked, rubbing my face. His hands were on my waist, pressing me tightly against him. I preferred the ring to the necklace. But why would he give me a ring? He picked up one of the smaller rings and then gestured me me to look at its inner circle. There were two names written on the inside of the ring - my name "Mera" and his name "Garyson". In the middle of the two names was the shape of a heart. I stared at it for a few seconds, then quickly looked up at him. "Like it? I wrote it on myself." He said. I nodded, a faint smile on my face