The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

"No more…"

He did not listen. Part of me did not want him to either.

He grabbed my hair and pulled it back as he moved his hips. My knees shook, but I kept my balance somehow.

"Dem… Please…"

My insides stiffened and my legs started to shake. Just a little more. I wanted more. I wanted him to move fast and drive me crazy. I needed him.

But he gentled just then. The crazy feeling inside me subsides. Frustration. Once again. He had been doing it at least three times today.

"Dem! Not again…! Please…"

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice husky, not playful at all. It was like he was punishing me. But what for? What did I do?

"Take me. Do it… properly."

"What is 'properly', my wife?"

"Just… take me and make me… come, please, Dem… I want to. Please."

I was completely begging. I did not have any shame. I just wanted to feel good. I wanted to release, let go. But he was not letting me.

These days, whenever Dem met me, whenever he got the time, we would do it. It did not matter where. He was really desperate. And I did not hate it either. He would stop only after I felt too exhausted to move. At least, I made sure to take contraceptive pills after every time we did it.

It was a necessity. We had a child too little. We could not bear to have another one just yet. Besides, we had not talked about it either.

He pulled my hair once again and started moving once more. He was not slow this time. He was pounding inside me. I came almost instantly.

The intensity only increased as he went in and out of my overly sensitive part. I screamed and my mind was in chaos.

"Stop…"

"Stop?" he repeated, his voice dangerous and filled with desire.

"No… More… Please… I want more…," I mumbled.

He groaned against my hair and bit onto my shoulder. I threw my head back as pain and pleasure overtook me. I wanted more. Only more. It was too much. I knew it.

But I still wanted more. I was greedy. I had always been greedy.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

"Ugh!" I moaned as he now pushed my head on the pillow and pounded relentlessly inside me. "Ahh… Ah! Dem!"

I reached a climax once again. He did not stop this time. Only moments later, he called out my name as he finished inside me. He collapsed on top of me, however, did not put all his weight on me. I would get crashed.

He kissed the side of my neck and my sweaty face and lips.

"Dem…"

"We are not done yet."

"You are so needy…," I mumbled.

"Why? You hate it?"

"No…"

"Then, it's fine," he said and suddenly, got up and pulled me up by my arm. It was sudden and I was surprised.

He grabbed my chin and gave me a sloppy and long kiss before pushing it in my mouth. I almost gagged on it as it was quite unexpected.

He was not treating me quite nice, was he?

Whatever. I liked it when he treated me roughly in bed. Something was hot about it. I was not entirely a masochist as I did not like all the things that took place in BDSM. I just liked the primary part about it- being treated like a slave. That was all.

Nothing more.

He pushed it deep inside me. It was more like he was moving my mouth by holding me by my hair than me moving my mouth myself like I was supposed to. He was not giving me any rest.

"Ah, that feels good," he moaned.

I slapped his hand from my hair and rather, started doing it myself. This time, I went slow. I was not tentative anymore. I knew what I was doing.

I took it in my mouth and then licked it like a lollipop. He groaned and sighed. I felt more encouraged and started going fast now. Just the moment, he was going to reach an orgasm, I stopped.

"Damn it, Blue!"

I grinned at him and bit my bottom lip.

"You are damned!" he growled, his black eye burning with desire.

He grabbed me by my chin and pulled my face up to kiss him. I tried to balance myself on my weak knees. His hands grabbed my bottoms and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he immediately pushed it inside.

"Uhn…," I moaned into the kiss.

He bit my bottom lip painfully and I tasted blood. He gave me a hard slap on my butt cheek before starting to pound inside me.

"Ah…! Dem…!"

"You are playing with me, darling?" he asked. His voice playful and he was smirking while I had my arms wrapped around him, holding onto him for my dear life.

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"I just love to see you begging me," he whispered into my ear as he thrusted hard.

"Ahh! Shit!"

He grabbed my hair with one hand and pulled my head back, just enough to kiss my neck. I loved the feeling. It was too much, but I was addicted to it. I reached yet another climax. This time, he did not stop as he was about to reach a climax as well.

A scream left my mouth as his hips moved faster and more ferociously, leaving me breathless and possibly soulless as well.

"Oh, damn, Blue," he groaned as he sucked on my neck. He was sure to leave marks.

My legs were shaking. Even after he stopped, I could not unwrap my legs. They were shaking too badly. I held onto him, hugging him tightly as I panted. No matter what, I could not bear more of this. It was my limit.

We had been doing it for too long. We had started right after coming back from our afternoon walk which was at least five hours ago. We did not stop in the middle.

He kissed my hair and ran his fingers through my hair. Oh, how much I loved this guy! I just could not get enough.

"I love you, you know that?" he asked.

"Yeah… I love you too," I whispered.

Something about his voice just did not seem right. Maybe it was just my imagination.

He hugged me tighter and did not let go. It was as if he had no intention of letting me go ever.