The Beast's Virgin Claim

Large palms lunge forward to grasp my hips drawing me closer to him so my breasts kiss his toned chest. "This is a more desirable position." He grunts hoarsely and I wheeze for he has seated my cunt right over his solid hard cock. Filthy male.

"You have already eaten today," I whine pushing at his chest.

"I am always in need of you." He utters gruffly not allowing me to retreat backwards I am bound to remain as I am.

With a defeated huff knowing he will not bend to me I commence trimming his beard being aware of the length and the thickness. I mustn't make it too short or too scanty.

"Stop staring at me, Phobos," I murmur my cheeks colouring for his globes are stubbornly adhered to my face not moving away for even a second. I can clearly sense the flame of his orbs on my nose, my cheeks and my lips as though he is engraving my features in the depths of his mind.

"I like looking at you, Theia." I strive to conceal the smile that wishes to unveil itself to him. I like looking at him too but I am not as overt as he is I do it more secretly.

His palm sneakily tries to fondle my breast and I am agile to swat it away continuing to focus on my task. The naughty male aims to do so for the second time overlooking the fact that he was just hit as though my bosom is inviting him and he cannot go against its summoning.

"I simply wish to touch you, I shall not do anything else."

I disregard his words allowing him to fondle them so he shall be distracted and will stop disturbing me. It is like giving a pup candy in a way I suppose. But Phobos is a very horny male and a mere candy is not enough he needs it to be given to him unwrapped and ready to be sucked on.

He kneads my teats as though intimately examining their size and volume whilst playing with my erect nubs from over my sweater as his hips mildly thrust upwards jabbing his full cock onto my moistening pussy. A hushed whimper escapes my throat as I pause and plant my palms on his shoulders for support. This was a dangerous idea I knew it. Nothing can be done with this male without him getting greedy for a piece of my flesh.

"Why have you stopped? I am not doing anything." He utters slowly drawing down the sleeves of my loose-fitting sweater exposing my breasts to his keen eyes and salivating mouth.

The pad of his thumb tenderly brushes against the upright nipple of my right breast and I gasp to the wicked jolt of pleasure it sends right down to my weeping cunt. A sense of panic fills me up accompanied by sheer excitement and he sees each variation of my emotions in response to his sinful touch with clarity.

"I am not hungry, Theia. I promise."

"T-Then why?"

"Because I am thirsty." He declares gazing down at my damp pussy as my eyes widen to his truth. He...he wants to drink me down t-there? No, absolutely not I shall pass out in the middle of it and I cannot face him after without resembling a tomato.

"No." I shake my head in disapproval fighting his hold so I can run to my room and lock it before he can overpower me into spreading my legs for him.

"Just a sip will do."

"Phobos no!" I squeal as he fastens my legs securely around his waist arising to transport me to his room and have his way with me.

"This is nothing to be bashful about Theia. I have sampled your cunt before on your first night here I merely did not get to drink your nectar." He whispers heatedly into my ear as I push my face into his neck burying my flaming cheeks from his teasing eyes. He truly knows how to make me easily flush how can he say such things without a sense of modesty? Such a filthy mouth my male possesses.

"Luna?" Moira's voice which peeks through from outside our cabin has Phobos standstill halfway to his room both of us turning towards the door.

"It is Moira," I utter blessing her on the inside for in a way she has rescued me from the devil.

Phobos sighs tiredly his eyes closed a sense of annoyance filling him up."Tell me Theia would you like to come and dwell with me in the wilderness just for a few days?"

"Why?"

"So I can feed in peace."

He lets me down and I hurriedly comb my fingers through my dishevelled hair tugging up my sweater covering my naked flesh looking presentable. Unlocking the door I smile down at Moira in greeting.

"Luna, I apologize for bothering you. I made this for dinner. I am thankful to you for taking care of my male when I was wounded the other day. I hope you like it."

"This is so kind of you. Thank you, Moira. I am glad you have healed well." I reply politely taking the fresh homemade cheese from her hands. I can cook something for Phobos using this as a prime ingredient for dinner tonight.

"I also wished to ask you if you would like to assist the females with the preparation for the upcoming ceremony which is occurring within the next few months?"

"What ceremony?" I inquire frowning with confusion for I have not been notified of such.

"Now that we have begun a new year we shall have a mating ceremony for three full moon nights dedicated to all the newly mated wolves so they can bear a pup soon." Newly mated? Like Phobos and I?

"I would love to help please count me in. Will there be a dance of some sort performed by the females?"

"Yes, of course, Luna. A dance of seduction meant for their males."

"Do you know this dance, Moira?" I ask shyly my teeth sinking into my lower lip unable to meet her eyes. I wish to surprise him.

"Yes, I do."

"W-Will you teach it to me?" I ask meekly turning around checking to see if that male is overhearing our conversation. Moira grins widely as though she is very pleased to hear me ask this from her.

"I would be honoured. We can begin right away come meet me by the river early morning tomorrow before your training Krlovna." She replies waving her hand in farewell returning to her hut as I close the door peering down at the cheese a sense of excitement filling me up. This cheese will do wonders tonight.

"What did she say?" Phobos questions slumped cosily on the couch warming up by the fireplace.

"She spoke about the mating ceremony and requested if I could help."

"You will not be helping them, my freesia."

"Why? I wish to." I say setting the cheese upon the kitchen counter searching for a knife to cut the wheel into thin slices.

"Because you will be taking part in the ceremony along with me." His truth has me turn to regard him with bewildered eyes.

"I do not understand."

"Those three days my beast and I shall finally feast on your flesh, Theia."

A sinful storm has begun to brew not above within the clouds but within my body and soul one which only the wicked beast can calm.