Forbidden Relations

She couldn’t believe she was doing this with all those people just there, in the ballroom down a flight of stairs. Ever since she laid eyes on him, the only thing she could think about was feeling those plump lips against her own. When they danced, her body was pressing into him of its own accord, not really asking permission or bothering itself with who would notice; and she did not mind that at all. Without doing much besides looking at her like that, he made her feel wanted like she had not felt in a long time.

The sensations that ran up the length of her body were driving her crazy. He was everywhere at the same time; his lips kissing her just below her jawline, his right hand playing with her already eager breasts, his left hand on her lower back pressing her into him. He kept attacking her body like a madman, never lingering too much on the same spot, spreading the flames over her skin like fire spreading through a dry savanna, advancing slowly but mercilessly to wherever it could reach.

She reached for the back of his head desperate to taste him again, but he grabbed both of her hands in one of his own and pinned them to the wall above her head, leaving her at his mercy entirely. Securing her to his liking, he used his other hand to rip apart what remained of her golden dress.

Satisfied with what he saw, he spun her around so her front was pressed against the wall, making her nipples harden even more from the cold surface they suddenly got pressed against. His lips and teeth teased her neck while he let his hand slowly, torturously, descend down the length of her spine, sending tingles straight to her core.

As his hand finally reached the curve of her bottom, she felt the featherlight touch of his fingers running that curve down as he suddenly broke the silence.

“I like this,” he said, growling sensually into her ear. “You are completely at my mercy,” he whispered as he continued his journey down and across her hip and under her lace thong, the same shade of gold as her dress, moaning approvingly as he realised she was completely bare down there. This ignited impatience in him and with a sudden move of his hand further down, he started playing with her. No longer gentle, his advances made her legs start to shake, and her pleasure started to build. She kept moaning against the wall, reminding herself she needed to stay quiet but it was hard; thinking was hard, standing was hard, not screaming into the night was hard. Starting to feel close, she freed one of her hands to grab onto his in an attempt to keep him there and quicken his pace even further, but to her disappointment he stopped moving all together and stepped back, leaving her panting and holding onto the wall for dear life.

“Don’t think I’m done with you yet, little one…” he made a promise as he started unbuttoning his white shirt, losing in it one swift move and stacking it neatly onto the antique console table on their right. He proceeded with unbuckling his belt followed by the suit pants, taking his time now and enjoying the view of that hot mess in front of him. Freeing his eager manhood, he stepped closer to her once more letting her back melt with his front, breathing into her ear heavily.

“This won’t do.”

Holding suddenly onto her hips, he swayed her over toward the leather armchair in front of the desk, making her feel as little and light as a doll in his hands; his movements were so sudden she wondered if they flew. Not losing any more time, he grabbed onto her hair, gently but firmly, and bent her down over the back of the armchair; with no prior warning, he filled her up to the hilt. Throwing his head back in ecstasy, he paused there grunting; savouring the heat and the feels her body provided.

She barely held herself from screaming in pleasure that buzzed through her core with the sudden intrusion. He wasn’t exactly gentle and he wasn’t exactly holding himself back, but at the same time she had never felt so full or complete. Her pleasure intensified with each passing second and each confident thrust; knowing he was driving her crazy already, with each move he torturously pulled his c*ck out almost entirely, his tip barely touching her opening dripping with her juices and anticipation, only to slam back all the way in. Leaning down, he growled seductively into her ear.:

“Hold on tight, little one.”

Grabbing onto her hips again he started moving once more, really moving this time. At that moment she realised she had been wrong actually; he had, indeed, been holding back. Letting go, he continued hammering into her with the speed that seemed inhumane even to her; the only thing stopping the armchair hitting the desk being the thick carpet underneath their feet that stopped it from moving and muffled its thumps against the hardwood floor.

The intense sensations she felt made her desperately eager for a release and not willing to let him stop her once more, she muffled her moans to trick him into trying even harder. She obviously guessed right as his grunts got louder as his pace quickened even further, rapidly building up her pleasure toward its peak. Perking her a*s to give him everything she could offer, the next slam of his thick c*ck hit her sweet spot in just the right way, and without another thought she exploded all around his manhood with pleasure rippling through her entire body. Riding out her orgasm that felt like fireworks on New Year’s eve, she slumped down on that armchair barely having strength to hold her head up, let alone stand up on her own. Just as she was coming down from her highs, she heard him grunt and felt him pull out suddenly.

“You didn’t need to do that, handsome! I am on strong birth control…compliments of a certain witch in a coven nearby, actually. Ivan has no idea naturally, but I do not need pups ruining this body,” Renee said and giggled as she pushed off the armchair and stood with her hands propped on her hips as if trying to prove her point; acting as if what she said was somehow truly funny. Hendric was no daisy himself and even though he was glad that was the case right now, even he could not help but cringe at the cocktail of traits this female oozed with; disdain, selfishness, haughtiness and vanity among many others. Thank gods old and new Gaia paired him with Zoelle, Hendric thought; even she, lacking the suitable bloodline, name or the rank, had more integrity then this trollop right here, and he was sure Zoelle would be a wonderful mother to their children one day.

Luckily for Hendric, it was not beneath him to pick up the trash off the floor someone else used or have a donut for a treat when it keeps rolling under his feet. Or balls in this case, Hendric laughed to himself internally. It’s not like he was planning on marrying the she-wolf, but she might yet be put to use…so why not have some fun in the meantime. Right?

“Oh I’m not finished with you yet,” Hendric smirked while grabbing her again, and pushed her towards the bed, stalking her as she landed on the soft mattress with a squeal. Climbing on top of her equally slowly, like a tiger playing with his prey, making her eyes go wide with anticipation, he finally smashed his lips into hers in a rough, demanding kiss sending a river of her female juices pooling down at her entrance immediately. Breaking the kiss only seconds later, Hendric straightened himself up and positioned himself on his knees. He lifted Renee’s legs one by one, kissing each one seductively from her ankle to her knee, never breaking eye contact as he did so. Once both her legs were propped securely on his shoulder he kept nipping on Renee’s skin, driving her crazy, at the same time taking his thick hardness into his own hand and stroking himself in long firm moves just the way he liked it. When he was sure she was eager enough for the second round, Hendric positioned himself at her entrance and slammed into her with everything he got, maintaining the pace for goddess knew how long, because both of them lost any sense of time. When she was sure she could hold no longer, Hendric slammed into her one last time and stilled with a heavy grunt as he exploded within her, spurt after spurt of his cum, making Renee grasp the black silk sheets he so loved on his bed as she followed him into sweet abyss of thought as all sense left her once more.

As they laid on the bed, heavily spent out from indulging in carnal knowledge, Hendric was the first one to speak. Turning toward Renee and propping himself on his left elbow, he used his right hand to play with an amulet of sorts, tugging it over her still bare breasts.

“I must say, Renee, this was fun, but I’m afraid the potion I gave you will wear off soon so don’t you go perking that tight a*s of yours around thinking you can use it with anyone else tonight. It effectively blocks your mate from feeling the pain of your betrayal, but it doesn’t last. Now, you are welcome anytime for how many reruns you’d like,” Hendric said as he was circling her nipple with the necklace. “In fact, I might have to come and visit your pack a lot more,” he suggested with a shameless smirk.

“Oh Hendric, you are welcome anytime. Just say the words and I will reject that sorry excuse for an alpha and we can overtake both my pack and your coven and rule them together,” Renee replied seductively, almost hopeful. Feeling strangely at ease with Hendric after what they just did, she let herself vent.

“If you’re wondering why I agreed to this,” she gestured to their intertwined naked bodies, still sweaty from their recent activities, “in my defence, I must say I never held much belief in fated mates anyway. My mother was right, now I know that for sure. She told me to reject Ivan and let my father find me a true alpha match. I was only ever interested in one man, but he would never look at me and even when he absolutely had to, his eyes showed he never felt that way for me. My mother instructed me that fated mates are a weakness and to never give into the bond, so that’s what I’ve done. My witch friend who provides me with the pills also helps to make sure the bond can never control me. Poor Ivan thinks I love him, but I was taught not to ever let my true emotions show, like it is only fitting for a true Luna. I would in fact happily reject him and rule my pack by myself if the council would allow it. If he’d so wished, my stupid father could have easily overruled them and allowed me to take the mantle, but no… I swear to Selene herself that man was so overjoyed with Ivan being mated to me that it would have been enough for the both of us. I just know he saw the son he never had in Ivan, but I would have been the better choice to get that pack in line,” she said with resentment oozing out of every word she uttered.

“You don’t need their respect, just their loyalty and I would have that by force if I had to.” Not yet done talking apparently, Renee continued like she was giving a public speech.

“But with you,” she said and turned toward Hendric again, scooting even closer and looking at him with doe eyes, “we can take it all. Now that I have you by my side we could create the perfect utopia for both species where we’d rule side by side. An alpha female and her chosen sorcerer mate; imagine the possibilities…We would be unstoppable! I would make Damian regret ever thinking I wasn’t good enough for him and for Ivan… the pleasure I would take in destroying his safe little bubble would be immense.”

She continued talking but Hendric’s mind took a halt here. “Wait…she can’t possibly be referring to Shaylin’s Damian, can she?” Hendric thought to himself but Renee continued her monologue and snapped him out of his train of thought. One thing lingered with him though - this woman was both crazy and delusional…a very dangerous combination even for his liking.

“People think I’m just a trophy Luna, whereas my sister…the pack doesn’t love me like they love my sister. I hear them whisper about me, you know. They wish Cain and Neoma were their leaders. I was trained from birth where I had to endure all of my mothers private lessons, and I was punished for not doing the right thing. My mother was a fair but forceful woman, I don’t blame her. She did what she had to do to prepare me. But poor sweet Neoma got to live her life anyway she saw fit. Yes, my parents spoiled me, but I was the future of the pack. Whenever he was away my father would bring gifts for the both of us and he’d get the same things for Neoma as he got for me, but my mother would never allow her to have the same amount as me and she’d take them away the moment he’d leave the room. I always had to have more. I deserve more!!!” Renee all but snarled.

“You haven’t had a very romantic childhood, I see…something we share in common. But ruling together,” he exclaimed with a tsk-tsk sound, “my little Luna, that won’t be necessary…not yet anyway. All in good time, let’s put it like that,” Hendric chuckled and earned himself a pouty lip.

“How very childish,” he thought to himself.

“Now, hold still while I fix this dress for you - can’t have rumors circulating before we are ready.”

Hendric took the same amulet he so conveniently used to produce goosebumps on Renee’s skin just a few minutes before into his hand again, the one he actually got from his grandfather just days before the ball, and held it up front. Making a gentle sweep with his other hand in front of it, the beautiful necklace instantly obeyed and the gemstone in it glowed a bright green light for a few brief moments only.

Before she knew it, the dress was mended and Renee stood as fresh as freshly bloomed rose bud, as far as someone can look like a beautiful little flower with a soul as rotten as Renee’s.

No sign of tear anywhere, the dress was back to its original glory; just a tad slutty but still magnificent, just the way Renee loved it.

It was a gold low back bum ruching mermaid gown made of stretchy charmeuse silk with adjustable criss cross back straps and horsehair in hem that gave the train a special bounce when Renee moved. The ruched part at the bum along with the sleek mermaid cut that accentuated Renee’s behind in all the right ways alongside the low cut padded bust in the front, left way too little for the imagination to anyone looking, and Hendric did definitely look; probably the very reason Hendric did not fight back when Renee openly flirted with him when they danced the official dance earlier in the evening.

Seeing her in that dress again, his c*ck started to twitch once more, but knowing they lost way too much time already and people might be looking for them, he quickly opened the doors for her to get out, before his “other head” made the wrong decision for him.

“There, all set,” he said, and showed her the doors, not quite in such a way that one would expect after having s*x. ”Now out and don’t let anyone see you, otherwise this can’t happen again.”

A little bit surprised with his sudden demeanour, Renee was more intrigued by something else entirely.

“Hendric, how can you do magic already?” Renee quired. “I thought only your father and grandfather could.”

Impatient to get her out already, Hendric answered as short as he could to satisfy her curiosity but also prevent her from asking any more questions. Curiosity killed a cat, after all.

“Ah, that. Well that, shall stay my little secret to keep, but I guess it’s safe to say that it was a little premature gift meant as a reward for my perceptiveness, so my grandfather wanted to give me the opportunity to practise a little before the ceremony. Now, we really need to get you out of my chambers and back to the party. Luckily the potion I gave you earlier and the spell I’ve performed now removed all traces of my scent on you. I think neither of us want that oaf of your mate knowing our little secret, not just yet that is,” he chuckled. “Are you ready to continue your tour of the grounds like an innocent little Luna seeking good allied relations?” The grin on Hendric’s face was a second away from breaking his face.