The Beast's Virgin Claim

Chapter 62 - Distasteful - Part?5?

"Spread your legs, Theia."

Gulping tensely I abide by his command parting my legs to his tempestuous eyes. His dominance over me his pheromones which steamily leaks from each of his pores is truly mouth-watering.

Just his thick thumb he inserts into my panties as my breathing grows to become unsteady and when he thrusts hard against my swollen aching clit a full moan of euphoria is shamelessly released from my open mouth and he watches it all. From the provocativeness of my expression, the bounce of my breasts to the way I stir my cunt further onto his indecent thumb.

Slow deliberate circles he commences as I plant my forehead upon his shoulder my hips buckling to the felling of his finger on the most sensitive part of my body.

"Hold me harder. Like this." He groans straining my hand to clutch him more roughly as my pumps hasten and harshen simultaneously. He likes it the way I jerk him off.

The beast opens his mouth wide to gorge my right breast my entire areola and my nipple disappears into his hole the tip of his slippery tongue lapping up and flicking my sensitive bud whilst he lightly pinches my clit with his fingers.

I mewl like a female in heat my hips continuously grinding over his knee bone which he raises and lowers to produce a thrusting motion to satisfy my pulsating needy pussy. He gives me pleasure from every part of my body.

"Theia." He grunts setting his forehead against mine as my strokes get faster his cock growing fuller in my hands telling me how close he is to his release. We cannot seem to last for a long time this way, just a few minutes of stroking each other has us at the finish line.

He coils his hand within my locks yanking me closer to his face his canines out sunk deep into his lip as his lower body jerks upward leaving the softness of the mattress.

His knee stabs faster and harder onto my sodden pussy his thumb circling my clit at a brisker pace as a faint scream of delight leaves my throat. My left nipple is snugly caught by the predator's mouth as he bites into the tender flesh only to return and suck it releasing the nub with a loud pop. "Phobos I-I am-" I am unable to my sentence for never in my life have I encountered such immense bliss.

Together we reach rupture as one Phobos frees spurts of thick white semen all over his belly whilst I ooze upon his knee that never for even a second paused thrusting onto my cunt. My bodily fluid trickles his leg but he does not mind as we both take in deep breaths our eyes tied coming down from our high.

Next time I want to feel him inside me. This is not enough I am not satisfied.

My male extracts his hand from my panties hoisting it to his lips licking his fingers clean tasting my nectar his eyes locked with mine. "Desert." He states as I hit my closed fist on his chest playfully to which he merely lets out a crisp laugh.

Lifting my palms towards his flesh I hold his face in my hands thumbs massaging his temples as his body slackens and with a sigh of contentment he relaxes with my touch. My finger sinks onto his lower lip tugging it down as he does with me a need to kiss him erupts into flames within me.

The last time we kissed I was eighteen I wonder how we never tasted each other's mouths after that. In my mind, it seemed as though our lips caressed the other plenty of times but thinking about it now Phobos has never kissed me since he claimed me as his back in my old pack.

His eyes are locked he is relishing in my touch enjoying it which supplies me with the perfect opportunity to devour his mouth. Mustering courage I timidly dip forward my globes set on his two fleshy red pieces of meat partly opened for me to ram my tongue in.

An inch remains between us and as I try to close it his eyes snap open staring straight at me in shock he promptly aims his face away from my emerging mouth his chest heaving rashly breath harshening. Confusion strikes me as I frown scrutinising his antics. This is the second time he has done this when I tried to kiss him and this fact bothers me.

Fury with this male consumes me. Is he playing games with me? Grasping his face overpowering him into position I launch my mouth closer to his once more only for him to spin to the other side. Not losing determination I redo my action over and over again with him a tug of war I give birth to between us only to be steadily denied and with each trial, he had begun to get further and further infuriated. Enraged because I wish to kiss my male.

Why? Why won't he kiss me? Why is it every time my lips near his a look of revulsion crosses his features as though he wishes to retch?

What am I to this male? How can he treat his moon blessed this way? I-I do not understand how he never fails to rip apart my heart with his reckless ruthless actions.

"Enough, Theia. I do not wish to kiss you." He declares with annoyance ultimately losing his patience with me shoving my hands away from his face. I always knew in a way I suppose...how he truly deems of me on the inside. Sullied, used, without virtue.

Despite Lumina directing me to speak with him about certain matters of my past I merely denied it thinking he had overcome those assumptions of me for Phobos showed me in many ways how much he treasured me. In a matter of three months, he had somewhat reverted to the male he once was in a way and opened up to me, took care of me. It was like we were the female pup and male juvenile once again.

Actions speak louder than words in a relationship they say but in our case, I do not know which to believe. My heart...it aches.

As he moves to eventually face me now having revealed his feelings. Ocean blues broaden when they regard the anguish of my features my red tear-stained cheeks, my quivering lips that strive to restrain my heavy sobs and my quaking body. He perceives what his words have done to me.

"No, I-" He springs up quickly scrambling to reason with me hoisting his hand to stroke my cheek only for me to reflexively dodge his cruel touch to fasten my dress and unmount his body. I slip out of his room wordlessly without another glance. "Wait Theia." He frantically calls after me grappling to flee the bounds of his bed tossing the blankets away following me like a lost pup.

Entering the sanctuary of my chamber I slam the door shut on his guilty face locking it not permitting him to speak with me. He is guilty for he has made me cry again.

Weakly I climb onto my cot dragging the covers over my head I weep faintly beneath his shielding dome clutching onto my chest wishing my touch would alleviate the intolerable pain he has induced. "Theia. Open the door." He urges me tenderly accompanied by a few brisk light knocks which I coldly neglect.

Moira told me to understand you, to give you time to realise my emotions. To talk with you and solve problems rather than running away. But how can I do so when I witnessed the truth of how you find me first hand?

Tell me Phobos. How can I when you find me so undeniably distasteful?