The Beast's Virgin Claim

"It hurts when I touch them, I thought when Tadeas feeds later today the pain will be alleviated."

"Does it hurt too much?" His voice is filled with concern his eyes softening to my truth.

"Yes."

"Why did you not tell me of your discomfort earlier on, my freesia? I occasionally feel that you do not wish to take support from me." There is a profound upsetness that he does not disguise both in the tone of his voice and his facial expression.

"It is not like that, Phobos. This is a female's matter I cannot tell you of such things."

"You know in our pack we do not care for these things. I detest it when you abide by your mother's upbringing in certain matters as such. I am your male, I do not wish for us to keep things from each other anymore no matter how small or how big. You can tell me anything and I will stand by you."

I chew into my lower lip working hard to reign in my stretching smile. His words hold his true feelings and I cannot help but feel a wave of warmth drowning my heart in crystalline waters for I love it when he opens himself up to me.

Laying my palm over his tattoo of my essence I make a pledge to him and our bond. "I will never again hide anything from you, be it big or small. I promise."

"Good this is what I wanted to hear. Come now, I shall do it for you then." He says casually whilst capturing my wrist and ushering me towards the washroom. My eyes enlarge at his words and I drag my feet behind him shaking my head in protest seeking to stop him.

"Must you embarrass me like this?"

"There is nothing to be embarrassed about, Drahá. They are not something I have not seen before or...tasted." The way he states it has me tremble with an ungraspable feeling that confines me as my mind sends forth vulgar pictures of the way he audaciously suckled on my lactating breasts.

"This is different, Phobos. It is not a sexual thing, it might disgust you."

"Nothing about you will ever sicken me. Moreover, my touch will only alleviate your pain." Yes, but it will also make me uncontrollably horny you silly barbarian, goodness why cannot he see this?

Phobos moves me to stand in front of the sink my uneasy yet excited orbs plastered on his serious face. He is doing this out of care and responsibility but I find his fiery touch upon my keen flesh extremely...arousing.

Ardent fingertips yank down the straps of my lavender coloured dress and I gasp breathlessly leaning rearward to press my back against his scalding front that radiates tremendous heat.

When his vibrant orbs meet mine in the mirror I gulp with anticipation. "Tell me what I must do." His voice is resonant and throaty as he battles for control, a bloody war has abruptly begun within him to the enticing sight of my voluptuous dripping bosom.

"You need to massage and...pump them."

"I need you to let me know if I am hurting you, Theia. Am I understood?"

"Yes."

My male unhurriedly folds the long sleeves of his shirt exposing his protruding veins to my arid eyes and I clench my quaking pale legs shut, my fluid-glazed inner thighs commence rubbing against each other in a necessity to decrease the aching throbbing of my cunt. I feel it, my gigantic appetite rising at the pit of my belly.

His meat I want to gorge up ruthlessly without even a single spark of reluctance. We both agreed that we will start having sex again so why is he not taking initiative? Usually, this male pounces on me the first chance he gets so why hasn't he still sought after my flesh.

We have begun to sleep together on the same bed with my body crushed to his chest every night but he refuses to make the first move. Does he perhaps want me to do it? I have only ever done so a few times with him but goddess I am not sure if I can ever do so at this moment, I feel too bashful for that kind of boldness but what if.

What if I got to my knees and sampled the meat that hangs seductively amid his thighs?

Sensing the avid pads of his fingers that evoke goosebumps across my skin I startle awake from my thoughts and once more meet those gleaming eyes of his. He then begins to palm both my bouncy breasts his fingers fondling them in circles towards my bloated areolas and a sensual audible whimper vacates my lips. "Painful?"

"No."

"What about the pressure? Should I go stronger or lighter?"

"Rougher." I pant watching him feel up my boobs with dilated half hooded eyes, the back of my head rests against his chest whilst my ears listen to the hammering of his heart.

"That was not an option, my freesia." He laughs throatily but I vividly discern the immense arousal in his dimmed eyes that linger on my teats that are already leaking droplets of milk that mercilessly tempts my male.

My moon blessed positions the pad of his thumb and forefinger at the edge of the areola of my right breast to compress them together and I wheeze as my back arches into him my globes fluttering close whilst a blissful moan of relief and pleasure tears out my throat. The excess milk that my pup rejects to consume pours out into the sink and I catch the thirsty swallow of my mate from behind.

I too swallow with a keen desire when I feel my male's painfully erect cock nestled against my ass pursuing a way inside my succulent cunt where it could attain release.