The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

Millicent's POV

I was sobbing in my room, not really understanding my feelings. I was angry that Sylvester had tried to molest me sexually. How could he do that? Maybe I shouldn't be shocked, he still saw me as the maid he could treat as he so deemed fit, including relieving his sexual tension in even if she was unwilling. After all, he had tried this in the past, but for the timely intervention of Cathania.

I was also furious with myself for feeling for a moment there, a stab of desire for Sylvester when I should have been furious with him for touching me without my consent.

I felt like I had betrayed Christopher, my love but at the same time grateful that he had come at the time that he did. Who knows what would have happened if he hadn't. I would have tried to fight him off, but what was my training to his strength?

I was still sobbing and thinking about all this, when someone came into my room and I would have jumped had I not smelled Christopher.

He came to me, trying to console me, telling me it was okay and that no one was going to hurt me anymore because he was there.

I sobbed harder, my guilt overpowering me. 'Oh Christopher, I have betrayed you', was my blurted response when he asked me what it was that was causing me so much distress.

He asked how I had betrayed him and I told him about the stab of desire I had felt for Sylvester when he had roughly touched my breasts.

'It's okay. You are a living being or are you dead?' he asked. I shook my head.

'See? And anyway, you are mated to him as well, so you are bound to feel desired for him'.

I didn't want to be like those female who go about with every male they come across, I thought and voiced them to him.

'No, you won't be', he said as though he was confident I wasn't like that or that he won't allow me to be that. 'Or you could be on heat - that is when your sexual appetite is more than usual, when it is at its peak', he explained further.

Wanting to wipe the memory of Sylvester's molestation and feeling our chemistry - our bond - drawing me to Christopher, once more, I threw my arms around him, opening my mouth, I wanted him to kiss me. He must have read it in my eyes for he obliged me.

I lost it then. I just wanted him to continue, and he wanted it to for we couldn't stop.

When we came up for air, 'Not like this! Never like this! I did not feel this strong pull with Sylvester. You are the only make for me!' I said, meaning it.

He kissed me deeply then and once again, we didn't want to let go of each other. I wanted for. I found that my desire for him was heightened.

My hands found their way nder his shirt, caressing his ribs and chest.

'Ohhh, my love ', he said huskily, 'where did you learn to do that?' he asked as I kneaded his nipples.

'I learnt from the best, I'm sure!' I said, meaning him, batting my eyelashes at him to indicate the person I meant.

'You vixen!' he groaned, kissing my neck.

'Should we stay here or should I carry you to my room?' he asked.

'Do you even need to ask?' I countered 'I'd rather it be in your room than a place where unwanted memories would besiege me!'

He opened the door and looked out, probably to see if there was anyone about. I didn't want our love to be one done in secret. I was not stealing from anyone but we both knew that Sylvester would not allow us be, so he was taking the necessary precautions to counter that and I had one of mine planned as well.

He came back in after satisfying himself that the passage to his room was deserted, and carried me into his room. It was so large and airy and I at once felt at home in it. He placed me on his gigantic bed and locked the door.

I quickly executed my plan of keeping Sylvester out, by masking our smell. I found out during my exile that I had that gift and I had not been able to do that in the garden, that day that now seemed so long ago, because I had been distracted.

'What are you doing?' Christopher asked, when he came back from locking the door.

'Masking our scent. Sylvester has a keen sense of smell. But he won't be able to smell us now!' I said and he smiled, gratefully.

He started removing his clothes and I felt shy, and a rush of desire as I saw his bare chest. I looked away, before he read my thoughts.

'Keep your eyes trained on me!' he ordered. Look at me as I undress!' He threw his shirt away carelessly and it fell somewhere. I could not take my eyes from him and the contact was getting me wet as hot desire coaxed through me. He started unbuttoning his trousers and my eyes moved lower, following his movements. The trouser fell to his knees and then his ankle, he kicked it away. He did the same to his boxers. But when he started taking off his boxers, I was shocked and aroused my the sight before me. He had an enormous dick. And it was growing larger as he walked towards me, nodding uncontrollably, and I could feel hot fluid slipping from my cunt into my inner thighs. I felt ravenous for him, Milky was agitated, and I could not blame her. I felt like leaping on Christopher, he was being slow in discarding this clothes or maybe that was the idea, to get me insane with lust.

I looked at him and saw the answering lust in his room own eyes. I got up from the bed and started removing my clothes but his large hands halted my movements. Then he started removing every item of clothing I had on, his hands grazing my body and I trembled with uncontrolled lust.

He started caressing my butt, still looking deep into my eyes and then he lifted one finger and caressed my trembling lips, his hands were trembling as well. He lowered his head and our lips met in a searing kiss that caused us to shiver.

'You are exquisite, my love', he murmured, pushing me back into the bed and straddling me. I tried kisses from her mouth to her earlobe, to a sensitive spot behind her ear. She moaned softly.

He kissed my lines and my ear lobes and then trailed kisses down to my shoulder and the hollow there. I could feel my blood burning. Was this what females feel when they mated? I wondered, throwing my legs about him s waist, I could no longer keep my knees raised. I wanted him between my legs, there was a great ache developing there. I heard his sharp breath intake.

Then he took my breasts into his mouth, grazing my nipple with his teeth and sucking alternatively and I threw back my head, arching my chest further up, I threw my hands about his neck, pushing his head further down on my breasts, entrapping him there.

Leaving my breasts, he trailed down kisses from by stomach to my naval, scalding me all the way down.

Then he removed my legs from around his waist and stretched them wide open, his hands caressing the length of my legs. He looked into my wet cunt and I heard his sharp intake of breath.He lowered his head into my cunt.

'Wha... What do you want to do?' I whispered huskily. He did not give me any answer and neither was I really expecting any.

He started thrust his tongue into my pussy, kissing and eating my clitoris, his shoulders keeping my legs apart and wide open. His hand kept stroking my breasts. I moaned. It was exquisite. I could not stop moaning.

'I want you desperately, Millicent', he groaned, 'but if you know you are not ready for this, tell me now, else I shall not be held responsible for my actions'.

I was quiet because I recalled at that instant, Sylvester's threat to kill Christopher if I came close to him anymore. I was too far gone to stop but I was not too selfish that I could not recognize the risk my happiness posed to Christopher's life. I did not know what would become of me if he died, not when I could have prevented it. I also did not want to wonder all my life how this night would have ended if I had given in to my desires. He kept stroking my breasts, his large dick nodding, its tip already at my wet entrance, and I could not think coherently. I just wanted to push him into me and feel him inside of me, riding me to ecstasy.

I reached my decision. Whatever happened,the memory of this night together with my love would tide me through, I thought and arched my buttocks so that his dick slipped further into me. He growled, his body tight with tension from his restraint. 'Is that your answer?' He groaned as though speaking through his teeth. I pulled his head down once more, to my lips, giving my consent.

'Yes', I moaned against his mouth and we started kissing, I tasted myself on his lips and I moaned harder. He thrust into me but there was a kind of obstruction, which he overcame by getting me wetter as he bit my breasts, sucking and exciting me, his dick moving in circles inside me, his pelvic caressing my clit. He thrust again, breaking through the barrier. There was a searing pain, which his expert mating eased and I felt only pleasure as he gently started riding me.

He raised himself, slipping his dick almost out of my cunt and thrusting back in. He kept doing this and I felt like I was going to burst with the pleasure I felt. There was a pressure of some sort building up in me, wishing to be let out. His thrusts became stronger and faster as the intensity of my pleasure increased. I felt myself rolling and rolling through space, I lost coordination, then I burst into tiny sparks, enveloped with an intense pleasure, such as I had not thought possible. It was indescribable. I cried out as I shuddered.

Then I felt Christopher groan as his thrust became insanely fast and with one final thrust, he convulsed, jerking inside me.

He collapsed on me, our breathing heavy and he pulled himself out of me, pulling me to himself as we lay side by side on the bed, staring at each other.