One

LAURA

The night came with a sensuous breeze, the sort that touched the skin with care and seer deep through the pores, arousing the nerves, the veins, the arteries, clenching the muscled walls of my vagina, and causing it to drip rivers of pleasure, wetting the thighs and craving a touch.

It was the night I had always dreamt of. The night I wished to have Ricky with me but unfortunately he rejected me and disappeared as the weak Lycan King that he is.

It was the full blood moon night.

As custom demanded, I wore a silk gown that could be browned off by the breeze, and within the silk gown were my lace underwear, while I lay in wait for the new Lycan king.

I had been told earlier that he was off with his friends, having fun over bottles of Swedish champagne supplied by Andy.

That was what most males do before meeting with their mates in the room. They take champagnes for the night’s merriment, and bitter herbs for the night’s business with the wet mates.

I had oiled my body with sweet smelling lotions and oils that made my body soft and gleaming, and I had circled my lips with wet candy to make them taste really good.

The breeze blew up the curtains shielding the window, revealing a large, full blood moon, staring at me, and popping up the soft and loud moans of those mating in behind closed doors in the pack.

I felt a rush of pleasure, running down my veins and clenching the walls of my pussy, making me twig my thighs as I lay in wait for my mate.

Truth was, I never want to have my clothes taken off by Killian, but I’ve been plunged into what I never dreamt of, after Ricky rejected and abandoned me.

Killian wasn’t my type of man, and I could tell he’d been staring at me with lustful eyes the day he marked me on the stage.

I knew he wouldn’t take it easy on me, tonight that he was to have me drilled either from the front or from the rear, till he fills me with his warm seeds.

My body was ready, the night had made it so, by my heart I was unwilling to yield.

But, what choice do I have?

I remained pinned to the bed, till the door crackled, revealing a totally naked Killian.

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“Laura.” He whispered as he shut the door and strutted towards the bed.

I was told he was out to have fun, but seeing him walk in naked, roused weird thoughts in my unseen mind.

What on earth is this?

Where on earth is he from?

His dick was long and pink at the cap, and his pubic hairs were curled like wet furs.

I liked the sight of it, but I hated the waist bearing it; he wasn’t Ricky, I never dreamt of doing this with him.

“Seems you are ready for me.” He crawled up the bed, running his tongue around his lips as he did so.

I inhaled as his hands laid sensuously on my soft skin.

“You are just as beautiful as the moon goddess herself.” He slipped his hand into the silk gown I wore, and gently, his hand got my breast, squeezing them with ease.

I felt a rush of pleasure well up in me, but I tried to remind myself of the humiliation I faced the day I was rejected by Ricky.

I remembered feeling so downcast that I thought of nothing but to kill myself when everybody must have left the hall.

His fingers seared into my lace pant, and with a force induced by lust, it ruched into my wet pussy, making me choke in pleasure.

“How best do you want it done?” his face was red with lust, and his fingers were busy dancing in my wet hole.

I didn’t know what to say.

I was gradually going bling with the height of pleasure in my hole.

“Tell me, how do you want it done.” He posed the second time.

I pretended to have lost my senses.

I didn’t want to be touched by him, but it was his call to duty, and I have no choice but to lie on the bed and ready myself to be mated.

“Can’t you hear me.” He turned me over and spanked my behind, making me let out sensuous screams that went off with the wind.

He mounted me, and raised my body such that my behind touched his lower abdomen, then he held up his hard dick, massaged it for a swift second, and gently, he located my pussy and thrust it into it.

The feeling of him entering me from behind was head swelling. He was hard like rock, and he was wide enough to brush the walls of my hole, and long enough to go deep enough.

“Scream my name you bastard daughter of bastard parents.” He slapped my eyes and glided in and out with such demonic speed.

“Scream my name!”

His hand went up my neck, and he held my head down to the bed, nearly suffocating me.

“Scream my name!”

I clenched my teeth with all the strength I could gather, but even my strength was failing me as his thrusts were hard and fast.

“Scream my name!”

“Killian!”

I didn’t know when that name escaped my lips.

He held me up and grabbed my nipples which had hardened with pleasure.

“Scream my name, you pale looking weakling.” He jabbed me with his rod and tossed me over.

Memories of my past left my head as he rough handled me, but I still had a bit strength to resist the weight of his pleasurable rod, until he went down on me, drooling his tongue over my clit.

“Hold it, shitty little thing. Hold it.”

He went on, making me wriggle in utter pleasure.

“Hold it!”

He mounted me once more, and resumed the gliding, till I felt him whimpering on top of me, and then came his warm semen in me.

He was done mating me.