The Beast's Virgin Claim

"You cannot expect me to simply sit back and rest every day, Phobos. I do not like not doing anything." His eyes narrow even more as he considers my words and they relax as a sigh of resignation leaves his mouth. He knows he cannot fight me on this.

"The soles of your feet, do they hurt? Shall I massage them for you?" He clads his lean fingers around my right slender ankle and raises my leg to get a good look at the sole of my foot. Once he has inspected it he performs the same evaluation with my left.

"I am fine, I merely sat down on the couch while the cake was baking. But my arms seem to be hurting now." I laugh as he quickly snatches the cake from my hands setting them free while delivering a devoted kiss over my forehead.

"Thank you for the cake, my female."

"I have three presents for you today."

"Three? I am being too spoiled by you arent I?"

"And I will keep spoiling you till the end of your days just as you pamper me, my barbarian. Now come, let me give them to you. I have been desiring to witness your reactions that I cannot wait anymore for this." I excitedly toss my legs over the bed while capturing his wrist and towing him behind my flesh as he stumbles after me with his unclothed being.

"I see you will not give me time to dress either. I wonder whose birthday it is today that my queen is this eager." He chortles the sounds of his heels colliding with our timber floors tailing after me.

I steer him towards the living room and shove him upon the couch as he collapses onto it with wide yet mischievous eyes while bending forward to place the cake upon the table opposite to him. I wonder why he is not tasting it for this male of mine adores sweets yet here he is carrying it around like it is a plaything.

Phobos tilts his head upward to relax it against the headrest of the couch and sensually parts his legs for me gazing into my dilating orbs with a raging heat that engulfs me whole.

He is bare from head to toe nothing concealing even an inch of his burly enticing flesh and my ravenous globes slurp up his masculine being from his fleshy pecks to the ridges of his protruding abs that flex wickedly to even the tiniest of movements and ultimately to his veined thick cock that is gradually stiffening under my gaze.

He likes it the way I am openly salivating after him for this he finds tantalizing. "I would have awoken much earlier if I knew my female was going to take initiative and dominate me this way."

My cheeks flush heavily to his intentional teasing as a knowing smirk lingers upon his enchanting face.

I scurry into the study room and quickly pick up two of his presents that I had hidden there and scamper back to where the beast is seated waiting patiently so he can entice me into the trap he has laid bare and when I am finally hooked into it he would undoubtedly drag me to his body to scarf down my flavoursome meat.

"Three presents," I inform him once again my voice shaky and I shall admit that I sound utterly breathless this moment. The rhythms of my heart quicken as I behold the fierce raw desire that he refuses to mask but shows openly for me to detect it. He wants to eat.

"Three presents." He nods confirming that he has understood yet his blues are distracted for they slither down my neck to gaze at the outline of my voluptuous breasts that have once more grown enormous in size. He never fails to ingest every inch of my being over and over for every night yet his belly is never satisfied, his hunger never sated and his thirst to sip my cunt never quenched.

He is and shall always be in need of me.

I slowly draw out the bouquet from behind me and offer it to him, his eyes shifting from my inviting tits to peer at the fresh pony of wild freesias. "First gift," I murmur bashfully as the tips of his lips twitch to draw out into a broad smile. I gasp as he deliberately skims his avid fingertips against mine when plucking them from my grasp.

My male steers it up towards his nose and takes a long whiff while closing his eyes appreciating its intoxicating scent. "All I smell is my female." He utters his voice low and immensely gruff permeated with his dripping desire for me. "You are the only wolf to ever gift me flowers since you were a pup."

"Do you remember what I told you the very first time I gave a bouquet of flowers to you?" I ask with a tender smile as my mind sends forth beautiful images of that day. Phobos had been very surprised but he was also pleased by my thoughtfulness.

"I shall bring you flowers every time I come to visit so wherever you are or go flowers with their looks and scents shall remind you of me. This is what you said." My smile softens as he whispers the exact words I conveyed to him, it was sort of an informal oath that came from my side I suppose for I indeed gifted him flowers whenever I could and each time he would accept them with delight.

"It is quite amusing I must say."

"What?"

"First you smelt like a sunflower to me void of any scent then it transformed into one of freesias. Always a flower, my flower." He rasps and my heart swells to his truth. His flower. Always his. Raising his serious hooded eyes to regard me he beckons me closer to him gesturing me forward with his forefinger. "Come."

Without another word I take tiny yet cautious steps towards him and bend down to his eye level as per his indirect instruction. Phobos plucks out the loosely hanging freesia from the bunch only to guide it towards my locks and insert the stem into the silky thickness forcing it to sit upon my ear.