Forever My Queen Novels & Stories

Queen asked as I pounded into her. Queen has always been a good fuck, I have been fucking her since ages. But I had to call her in today, because I couldn't get enough of Mary. She was intoxicating and addicting, she is always leaving me unsatisfied. Queen was just a spare for me, I do not love her or anything. My nostrils flare in anger and I felt fury brewing inside me like a storm as queen kept talking, hearing her voice was annoying me but I didn't stop pounding into her.

She ain’t mine and I am definitely not hers. I should start giving a chance to people who I deserve and who deserve me. She kissed me some more before parting. There was a tear in her eyes. “Dove, why--” “Finally, Max” she said, in her beautiful voice. “Finally you are mine” “Yeah I am” I smiled. She smiled and blushed. She hugged me and I hugged her back. It felt good. I felt like I was alive again.

She was just a mere human. Even if he did mark her then, the chances of her surviving the bite would be unlikely. He pulls back and solemnly stares at the mark engraved on her neck through teary eyes. There's a birthmark there, symbolizing her reign over her King. He belonged to her, just as much as she belonged to him. A tear manages to escape his eye as he delicately caresses a thumb along the rose-shaped mark that had bounded them together now. And would even in their after lives.

As long as their little princess was happy, what was there to object to? The days ahead were still long.

Asher had difficulty forming the words he wanted to say as anger, disappointment, fear, disbelief, helplessness battled all at once! "Eric is one of us now, and I want you all to treat him with respect. Do I make myself clear?" ". . ." ". . ." "Yes," Asher said after a long silence. "Your wish . . . is my command . . ." D shivered upon hearing Asher's grudgingly gritting voice. It was ear piercing, spine cringing than the ones made by claws scratching against metal plates. He eyed the gorgeous lady beside him. This was the first time that their Queen defended someone to this extreme.

But then, watching the same people over and over again gets boring overtime. Diving into the book, I reopen to one of my favorite parts of the lycan battles. It is the chapter where the lycan king was brought to his knees by the queen, and makes she him beg her for his life. He wasn’t expecting her, or that she would even do something like that. It is what makes me like it more. I feel like I relate to the queen well. She has always been undermined and underrated, then she wound her full potential and—

She says with a small giggle. "You will stop second guessing your abilities to lead and you will rule right beside your mate. That is an order." She jokes with a hint of seriousness. I nod and smile up at her. She holds her hand out and a golden staff apears. I immediately bow down and she dubs me Queen of werewolves by tapping the staff on both of my shoulders. "I now dub thee Mackenzie Roseline Lathen as Queen of werewolves and Luna of the royal pack. Do you accept?" She asks and I look up at her.

He waits with bated breath for what will come next. Then she hits him with the ultimate question. "You know sweetheart I was wondering if maybe you could tell me something." "Sure what is your desire my queen or is it mommy now." "Hmm back to Mommy I think. I love both of little role playing games so much I can't decide which one to stick with." "Maybe this will let you decide. You by some odd quirk of fate could somehow cease being queen, but no matter what fate bestows us you shall always and forever be my most beautiful mommy. That is forever."

“You’re mine. My queen. And you’ll carry every heir I put in you.” I was owned. Forever.