The Beast's Virgin Claim

Chapter 97 - Miluji T? - Part?5?

"Neither do I. Perhaps it takes time." He is scowling for he is frustrated too just like me. I was taught that as soon as teeth lower to break through the skin there will a rupture of images and bodily sensations that will inundate mates. But with us, we feel nothing yet.

"Did we mark each other in an incorrect spot?"

"Show me." He utters a serious look looming over his features, grasping my jaw turning my face to the side he examines his mark that must have begun to gradually heal. What is this? This is not how I thought it would be like at all.

"Maybe we need to-" My words are cut short by a startled gasp that erupts from within my chest my eyes broadening in shock my cheeks reddening and there is an audible hitch in his breath a hushed inhale that he draws in, an apparent reaction I have earned from my male to what he sees.

We are caught off guard by countless sinful images that pool in our minds to share with each of us our dirty secrets we sheltered from the other, of just how much we desired one another when we were separated. I vividly discern how Phobos envisioned me fully-stripped laid in different positions sprawled beneath and on top of him, all his steamy dreams and the way he touched himself and groaned my name out as he spilt his semen all over his belly.

His eyes enlarge when he perceives all the smutty things I did to myself picturing his hands instead of mine, the way I reached euphoria screaming out his name, the late nights I humped my fluffy pillows pacifying my inappeasable need to have him inside me. I am not an innocent female and it has been finally unveiled to him.

I rip away from his being flinging myself far off to the other side wriggling backwards farther away from him my heart pounding beneath my ribcage and he collapses to the ground grappling to breathe panting fiercely holding onto his chest. I bashfully follow the way his cock swells to protrude from under his loincloth and slowly begins to stand upright to the endless pictures he receives of my thirst.

"Come here, Theia." His voice is so very deep and hoarse but he sounds as if he is in critical agony. He finds it arduous to move as though every fraction of energy he had within him has been sucked dry leaving him immobilized.

"Please Phobos, I am too weak," I beg, my throbbing cunt leaking further and his nose flares to my smell of need kindling his robust lust.

"Theia!" He roars deafeningly wincing in pain for his cock is straining hard his flesh shivering he has never been this aroused before and it is the same for me. I want him inside me but he has eaten so much that the soreness down there is unbearable, my dewy cunt demands rest.

"I cannot. You fed all night, I cannot do it!" I squeal wiping my mouth with the rear of my palm for the lingering taste of his intoxicating blood torches my passion further.

"You are torturing me! Shit." He cusses shredding his loincloth into pieces gripping his swollen cock that oozes syrupy precum just trickling down his veined shaft inflated with his greed. He works to stroke himself to relieve his aching craving and I do the same hauling my dress up severing my legs to uncover my cunt to the light whilst circling my clit masturbating to his spicy nudity, to the sight of him touching himself to me.

"Phobos." I mewl my lips parted to let out my intense cries of pleasure. I have never felt this way before, this sensation is too strong I cannot handle it and neither can he. He rubs his penis faster his hips thrusting upward as though he is imagining he is fucking me.

"Put a finger inside you. Let me see." He groans and I timorously impale my middle digit into my sodden pussy ramming it in deep only to slowly withdraw it and shove it back in. "Goddess." He moans his half-hooded dimmed blues watching the way I fuck myself with my finger. We both are unknowingly tantalising and seducing each other.

"Is this what you want me to do to you? Tie you up and have you on your knees?" He asks seductively kneading the head of cock addressing the dreams I had of him when I was eighteen whilst I tweak my clit my head slumping back onto the grass floor whilst my left palm massages my fleshy breast my thumb and forefinger flicking and tugging my sensitive erect nipple evoking more pleasure.

"Y-Yes." I mewl, I am so close so very close to my release.

"Part your legs further, Theia." Phobos bellows hastening towards me at an incomprehensible speed, seizing my slender waist he elevates my hips up from the grass floor and rams his cock deep into my pussy in one fluid thrust and while I ride my waves of delight my hips sensually bucking he spills jets of his seed inside me for he does wish to waste it not even a drop. I cling onto his forearms for dear life the walls of my pussy clamping around his cock and he lifts me higher to access my cunt deeper my lower body hovering above ground.

Encircling my legs around his waist I tackle him down and he drops with a grunt supporting my weight with his body. Cradling his face in my palms staring into my beloved blues I begin to wail loudly my cries resounding around us my teardrops falling on his cheeks. "What is it? Why are you crying? Have I hurt you?" He asks his voice concerned whilst he worriedly browses my flesh checking to see if he has wounded me in any way.

"N-No my-" My heart feels so full and this male proudly occupies every inch of it, not even a member of my family takes this much space within. I see everything, his overwhelming affection for me, that I am the sole reason he persevered through the disturbing years of his life just o become a vicious Alpha so he can protect me so he can give me a long life filled with laughter and love. Everything he has done, the male he has become today was all for my sake. It is eternally 'My Theia' for this male.

"Miluji t, Drah," I whisper against his lips my endless tears gushing down my red cheeks and his eyes bulge to my truth.

(I love you, beloved)

"You love me?"

"Yes, so so much. I have never loved another as much as I love you, my beast." I laugh through my weeping kissing his forehead, his eyes, his cheeks and lips. "And d-do you?"

"Do I what?"

"Do you love me?" I ask whilst he lifts his hand to place the loose strands of my hair that have escaped the bounds of the braid behind my ear whilst a delicate smile paints his alluring face. He need not tell me anything for at this moment I see it as clear as day in his eyes, he uncovers himself for me.

"I did not think I needed to profess it to you for I thought you recognised it or at least you felt it in a way.. Though the meaning of my love for you evolved each year from friendship to a mate bond what I can say for certain is that I have loved you deeply ever since you stumbled into my garden when you were five, my sunflower."