The Beast's Virgin Claim

He merely boosts it to his nose taking a long sniff of it showing me how precisely he used it to relieve himself uncaring to how I may feel or think. This male is truly dirty. "It belongs to me now, Theia." Opposing this I stand on my tiptoes hopping on the pads of my feet with my right limb elevated to capture it from him but he only lifts it higher and higher further away from my reach.

Knowing my subsequent efforts shall only go to waste I give up slackening in his hold to meet his eyes yet he seems rather engrossed for I discover where they linger. On my bouncing breasts, they rashly seduce him urging him to suck and sample.

"Feed me, my female." He groans as though the torture of his body is unbearable as though only I can ease his bodily discomfort.

He wants what I want. I do not wish to obstruct this, I will not do so. Timidly clasping his wrist startling him in the process I lead him towards my voluptuous chest laying his palm over my right breast. His eyes broaden by my lewd action, it is a sign of confirmation he was seeking for which I readily gave to him.

The beast suffers the reigns of control as it slips and falls from his claws as he brutally pinches and kneads my tit. He is not gentle with me in any way his need to immorally devour prominently exhibited to me.

There is an excessive sexual tension that sparks to life between us. My soggy cunt discharges fresh spurts of thick fluid as it tantalizingly glides down my inner thighs to my ankles to lure my male into my sinful den.

My mate's eyes dilate with a voracious necessity nose tilted into the air he sniffs seeking the variation in smell only to land on my weeping pussy obtaining the source. Our eyes clash and his cock hardens further to our impact it looks as though it shall shatter very soon if not tamed either by my ravening hands or my...dry mouth.

"Phobos." I do not recognize my voice. It is rawly perverted and immoral the way I summon his name knowing very well the consequences. He is the type of male who is not kind when provoked or tested.

With a turbulent gnarl inflated with deep-felt greed to ravage me, he stoops down grasping my flesh encircling my legs around his waist to transfer me into his dim candlelit room which ends up being an ideal setting for what shall transpire between us. For what we shall do to the other.

The way his hooded eyes continually peer up at me to lock with mine whilst he shifts us into the room has my cunt crying for him further. This male wields the power to make any female writhe beneath him with just this untamed appearance. A vehement look of carnal desire is what he openly gives me and I am spellbound by my moon blessed.

He perches down on his bed spreading his legs leaning his back over the headboard whilst he positions me in a way so I straddle him our faces resting very imminent to the other. My dress is hoisted up to the peaks of my thighs my panties in sight for him to relish on and this is what procures the totality of his attention.

"P-Phobos this position is a bit-" A sharp jolt of sheer pleasure is shipped straight to my pussy for his ardent tongue laps up the surface of my throat, he is inspecting his prey checking if he is starved enough to gorge me up till my bones or merely taste until his excitement subsides.

"Is what, Theia?" I quiver at the richness of his voice when he calls my name. His arousal for me is sinfully explicit in his tone yet the huskiness of it I seem to be powerless against.

His right palm sneaks up the disrobed flesh of my thigh whilst his left rips away my hairband freeing my locks as it slips down my shoulders. Phobos clings onto one of my strands only to move it to his lips an affectionate gesture from his side but for me, the entirety of my awareness lies on the outline of his cock formed by the thin towel.

But as he hobbles around to get comfortable his towel unfastens from around his waist to drift down to the mattress whilst I inwardly suffocate for this is the first time I see my male fully bared to me.

I was not able to see his penis properly the past two times but today I wish to memorize it with all my senses. But first...touch.

"Can I touch you?" I request chewing on my lower lip with awe as his eyes bulge slightly by my wish. Rather he hadn't expected me to be so outspoken with it.

He abruptly leaps forward to crush his heaving chest against mine as I alarm and retreat only for him to haul me back to his passion by my waist. "Where do you want to touch me, Drah?" I boost my eyes to coincide with his horrified by his question only to realise what this male is doing. He knows accurately what it is I want to hold he merely wishes to hear it out of my mouth.

"Y-You know where,"

"No, I do not. Tell me." The soft pad of his right thumb is laid over my plump lower lip drawing on it as he waits for me to utter filthy words of my truth.

I lean forward to envelop my limbs around his shoulders screening my face away from his prying orbs into the warmth of my neck. I cannot face him when I tell him.

"Your...c-cock," I murmur my words muffled by his being. Phobos takes in a shaky deep breath as though he is finding it strenuous to restrain himself.

My right forearm is quickly seized by my male as he deposits it over his throbbing fully erect penis. "Feel me, my female."

I do not know how to relieve a male I have not been advised about it or spoken about it to any wolf. He is the only male who can guide me with this.

"Show me how you like it," I mutter and my male closes his eyes a dark frown set amid his eyebrows. Perhaps I must cease talking for every time I open my mouth to ask him something the fire in his eyes flashes and his expression of trouble arises.

Is it meant to be this humongous? I am unsure if I would be able to retain its fullness in one hand it would be best to use both. His balls look bulky rather overfilled with fluid is that what I must fondle instead?

I clamp my palm around his mass and my male lets out a frenzied grunt his head dropping back to relax on the headboard once more. Such a masculine object it truly is so long and insanely thick there is no way I can take him down my throat this shall leave me mute for a few days.

Phobos works to lead me with his fist guiding me how to caress him showing me the pace of how he prefers it. His rousing leaking precum coats my hands adding to my intoxication it feels like I keep all control of him this moment, not the other way around.

Legs spread darkened hooded blues watching me with fervour, his wet mouth open slightly allowing grunts and low moans of pleasure to depart with his cock kept safe in my hands. I am the cause of this he is immobilized because of me and that fact makes me want to be a pervert.

My male lunges forward to uncover my breasts to feast on, I am not wearing a bra underneath and this he finds sensuously tantalizing for as soon as he freed the front buttons of my dress he was met with the sight of my ripe bosoms.