by Cara Wylde
“So… mmm,” Avelyn hesitated. “How are we going to do this?”
Christine chased away the painful regrets that had just been brought back to the surface, and turned to Avelyn. “I will prepare an herbal mixture that you will have to put in your tea every day, until you feel ready to… take the leap. It will be very concentrated, so three drops will be enough.”
“An herbal mixture?” Avelyn was a bit disappointed, but she tried not to show it. What was this? The Middle Ages? She was hoping for contraceptive pills. Surely, Christine had her ways of reaching the nearest city in these godforsaken mountains and make a stop at the pharmacy. “I was thinking of… something else?”
Christine laughed at her dumbfounded expression. “Don’t worry, it won’t taste so badly.”
“That’s not what I meant,” she thought, frustration building up in her chest. “No, no, it’s not that,” she said out loud. “It’s just that… I was thinking something like contraceptive pills would work better.”
“Nonsense! Those can be really harmful for your body. They mess with your hormones and cause changes you can’t even begin to imagine. Haven’t you heard of women not being able to have children because they took contraceptives for too many years.”
“No…” It wasn’t like Alma Venus had ever taught them about these things. The shifter brides never had to worry that unprotected sex would lead to nasty things. The strong, healthy metabolism of a shifter was able to crush any human infection in seconds. The only thing unprotected sex with a shifter could lead to was pregnancy, and that was more than desired.
“Believe me, you don’t want those awful chemicals in your body. My herbal recipe is completely harmless, and very effective. You’ll see.” Christine gave her another bright, reassuring smile, and reached across the table to squeeze her wrist. Avelyn glanced at the old woman’s calloused fingers, noticing how much her skinny hand looked like a claw around her own white, smooth wrist. She had no other option but to trust her. She smiled back and allowed her whole body to relax on the sofa. Finally, she had solved this nagging problem and found a solution. She could breathe easier now.
***
Avelyn eyed the phone nervously. Max had warned her in the morning that he wouldn’t make it for lunch, but he hadn’t said anything about dinner. The uncertainty was killing her, making it impossible for her to focus on anything else. After her conversation with Christine, the only thing she could think of was that she was finally free to claim what she had wanted for so many painfully frustrating nights: everything her hot, fiery Alpha had to give. Christine had prepared her the herbal mixture, as she had promised, and Avelyn hurried to take her first three drops with her tea. Now, there was one last thing to be done: regain her freedom. She was almost sure Max would allow her to leave the room if she gave herself to him. The fact that she had pulled back every time in the past few days had made him suspicious.
“To call or not to call. That is the question,” she whispered to herself. “I know: I’ll message him.” Avelyn grabbed the smartphone and opened a new text. It was the first time she was contacting him. He would sometimes call to check on her, or for some small talk when he had five free minutes, but she had never returned the gesture. What would she have told him anyway?
“So far so good, but what do I write?” she asked herself. “Have to make it sound seductive…”
“Hey, sexy…”
“What? No, no, no. I don’t talk like that. It sounds fake.” She deleted “sexy”. “Gorgeous? Should I use gorgeous? No.” She looked at the silly, impersonal “hey” for a long minute, then tapped backspace. “I’ll just skip the hey-part.”
“Will you make it for dinner? I have dessert… *wink*”
“There, that should do it. It’s simple, yet suggestive.” She tapped “send” then waited nervously for his reply. After two minutes of squeezing her phone and staring at the black screen, waiting for it to light up, Avelyn sighed and set it on the bed. “Maybe he’s in one of those important meetings I’m not supposed to know about. Whatever.” She went to her laptop and turned it on, but before the system loaded, the phone buzzed and Avelyn jumped from the chair and ran to the bed.
“Yummy… I’ll be there.”
“Yes!” Her own scream of excitement took her by surprise, and she covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe her reaction. She stopped to think for a moment, trying to pin down the exact reasons for which her heart jumped like that and her enthusiasm seemed to peek its head only when Max was involved. For two days, she hadn’t been able to read, do origami, watch movies, or simply waste time online. She thought hard about everything that had happened in the last week, and bit her lip in fear that she wouldn’t like the answer to her introspection. She considered all the possibilities. Yes, Max had treated her like the most treasured person in his world since the night he had brought her here and she had yelled at him to leave the bedroom. He had been kind, loving, and attentive. But, did that mean he loved her? He had never said it in those exact three words. “I. Love. You.” Avelyn whispered them to herself, but they sounded strange to her ears. Did that mean she could love him? Maybe she was falling for him and she wasn’t even aware of it. The thought made her stomach tighten in panic. No, that couldn’t be it. It was impossible. She was only excited because she knew she was getting closer to regaining her freedom, because she couldn’t bear being locked in the bedroom for much longer, and the thought of getting out of there made her pulse rise with enthusiasm and impatience. She’d do anything to get out of the room. Anything.
“Yes, that’s it. I must get out.” Avelyn breathed in relief and headed right to the dressing room to choose an appropriate outfit. Later, she’d call Christine and tell her to ask Harold to prepare a delicious dinner for two. And bring candles. Yes, candles were in order.
***
Max couldn’t take his eyes off Avelyn. The red dress was hugging her body in all the right places, and the bra was pushing her breasts just enough to remind him how round and full they were. He wondered what color it was. She was sitting across from him and her skirt had ridden up, revealing the entire length of her leg, from her creamy thighs to her cute feet, secured with the thin straps of the red sandals. She had painted her fingernails and toenails burgundy, and the bloody red lipstick fit the whole image perfectly. Her wide curls covered her back and shoulders, bringing out her pale complexion and blue eyes. She looked like a goddess of love and sensuality, and Max could hardly wait for dinner to be over. Then, he’d be allowed to worship every inch of her spectacular body. His cock was already painfully hard, making it difficult for him to relax. It had been like that since he read her text, the first one she’d ever sent him, and started anticipating what she might have in store for him. Needless to say he had cleared his schedule and made sure he reached the Schloss before dinner.
“So, how was your day?” she asked, snapping him out of his thoughts. Avelyn was enjoying the way he was looking at her.
“Same as any other day. Frustrating and boring. It’s incredible how boredom can make you more tired than being active.”
“I’d be happy to give you a massage if you want,” she said, giving him a lascivious smile.
Max’s cock twitched. “That sounds… wonderful.” He wondered what had happened that caused this change in Avelyn, but the thought didn’t last long, as she raised her glass of wine to her lips, and he was entranced by the slight movement of her long neck as she swallowed the dark liquid.
Avelyn had had no idea that a game of seduction could be so fun. Suddenly, she wasn’t hungry anymore, and she noticed that Max had stopped eating minutes ago. The candle between them lit his handsome face in a gentle, subtle way, giving him an air of mystery. His black hair was slightly disheveled, and his green eyes sparked with desire. She stood up and went around the table. He was looking up at her, his eyebrow cocked in a silent question. She smiled and put a hand on his chest, gently pushing him away from the table. When his back touched the backrest, she
sat on his lap. His hands immediately went to her hips, and she leaned in for a hot, wet kiss.
“Mmm… the wine tastes even more delicious on your tongue.”
“Is that so?” Avelyn reached behind her, took his glass of wine, and raised it to her lips. She leaned in to slip the cold liquid between his lips. Max drank it greedily and sucked on her tongue. His hands were now exploring her generous ass, squeezing it gently here and there.
“You naughty, naughty girl,” he whispered huskily in her ear. “Let me take you to bed.”
“No.”
Her answer threw him off guard, but the slight pang of disappointment turned into anticipation and curiosity when she stood up with her back to him and leaned over to blow the candle and sweep everything off the table with both her hands. The dishes clattered loudly, and the glasses fell on the thick carpet, the wine spoiling it beyond repair. Max’s eyes grew wide with perplexity. He had no idea how he should react or what he should expect. This woman was the most unpredictable being he had ever seen. She turned back to face him, and straddled his hips, rubbing her pelvis against his painful erection. She attacked his mouth with her lips, tongue and teeth, her palms holding his face, her fingers massaging his scalp. All he could do was hold onto her.
“Take me here, on the table.”
She stood up again, this time pulling at his shirt to make him follow her. When her butt hit the edge of the table, she pulled herself up on it, her legs urging him to settle his hips between them. Her skirt had completely ridden up her thighs, revealing her red lace panties, which were already soaked with her juices.
“Avelyn, baby…” These were the only words he could manage. He had wanted to say more, but it was impossible to think when her expert hands had already found his fly and were working to unbutton his trousers and pull his cock out. The moment she got to her prize, she started stroking him firmly, showing him she wasn’t joking. She was done with the games and teasing. She wanted the real thing.
“I want to feel your cock inside me…”
He moaned, and recaptured her lips with his, muffling those sinful words which had left her mouth. He pulled his trousers down, and then his hands went to the strips of her dress. He pulled them off her shoulders and down her breasts, interrupting the kiss to admire her red lace bra. He massaged her breasts, feeling her nipples grow hard underneath the thin lace. A second more, and his fingers fumbled on their way to her back to unclasp the bra.
“No, just pull the cups down,” she said, and removed his hands to pull the straps down her shoulders, just enough to release her breasts from their confines. They popped out right in his face, and he immediately took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. She moaned shamelessly, and he could tell she was ready to beg and scream tonight.
Avelyn was growing impatient. Her pussy was wet and ready, and she couldn’t wait for that thick, long cock to be inside her. She pushed her heels into his butt, urging him to press his whole body against hers. Max took the cue, and his hands left her breasts to travel down her sides, grope her hips, and rip off her panties. The sound of ripped material made her clit throb with desire.
“Please… Please take me hard and fast,” she begged.
Max couldn’t say “no” to that. He positioned himself at her entrance, and when the head of his cock parted her folds, he looked into her eyes. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
She placed her hands behind her on the table and leaned her body back to steady herself better. His cock pushed in slowly, almost teasingly. A sharp pain made her squeeze the muscles in her abdomen, and she struggled to relax and breathe evenly.
“Shh… the pain won’t last long. I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
He pushed deeper, watching mesmerized how her pussy swallowed first the head, and then the whole shaft inch by inch. When he was buried to the hilt, he stopped and looked back up at her face.
“Are you okay?”
Avelyn’s eyes were closed tightly, her brows furrowed. She nodded her head. “Mhm…”
He started moving slowly, tentatively. He grabbed her hips with both hands and leaned in to reclaim her mouth. They kissed feverishly. The table started squeaking in time with their lovemaking.
Avelyn broke the kiss. “Harder, please give it to me harder.”
“Gladly.”
His hips slammed into her, making her moan her approval. “Oh yes, like that.” His cock stretched her pussy and stuffed her so well, making her feel complete. It was like a void inside her had just been filled, and the thought that his hot cum would soon coat her insides made her stomach contract in anticipation. Sweet pressure was building in her belly, threatening to melt her legs and her body, leaving her a writhing, horny mess on the table.
Her pussy was so tight that Max could hardly concentrate on what he was doing. To make things worse, her full breasts were bouncing on her chest, right in front of his eyes, and her plump lips were parted, the red lipstick smeared on her chin and cheeks from their wild make-out sessions. Her body moved in sync with his, and his hips slamming against her wet folds made a loud, dirty sound. He couldn’t last long in these conditions. He had no doubts now: Avelyn was made of sex. She was made to be kissed, eaten, fucked. Her curvaceous body was an altar onto which he would happily bring his offerings to his goddess for the rest of his life.
“So close… touch me,” she moaned.
His right hand went to her hard, swollen nub. He was determined to make her orgasm before him. He rubbed the piece of flesh fast, and he couldn’t help looking down there, even if the sight of his cock moving in and out of her pussy almost made him lose control.
“You’re wonderful, you’re so wonderful. I love you.”
The words barely registered in her clouded mind. She was so unbearably close. Her pussy squeezed his cock, eager to take all of it in, and her clit throbbed with the need for release. “Oh, Max! Fuck me!”
There it was. The way she screamed his name almost threw him over the edge.
“Yes, faster. Please…”
He picked up the pace, barely holding himself back. If he were to use all his speed and power, he’d hurt her. Her soft, fragile body had not been made to take the mad assault of the beast inside him, the beast that was now lurking so close to the surface. The wolf could almost howl at the sight of the willing, fertile body spread beneath him, ready to take all he had to give, ready to explode under his touch and melt the moment his seed would fill it.
The table was moving dangerously now, but they were both too far gone to worry that it might break. An orgasm like she’d never had before took over Avelyn’s body, forcing her to arch her back almost painfully. Her toes curled as much as they could under the restraint of the sandals. She screamed her release and her walls clenched on the huge cock still pounding her pussy erratically.
Avelyn’s orgasm sent Max over the edge. “I. Love. You,” he marked each word with a long shot of cum, squeezing her hips, thrusting a few more times, riding his own orgasm, eyes closed, chest heaving with the effort.
They were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily. Avelyn had opened her eyes first, wanting to see his face while he orgasmed, and when he opened his, he got lost in her lazy, satisfied gaze. They smiled at each other. Max’s shirt was stuck to his back, and the sweat started to cool on his skin. He gathered Avelyn in his strong arms, and left small kisses on her neck.
“My… my butt hurts,” she said reluctantly.
Max broke into a laugh. “Of course it would. This is not the most comfortable of positions.” He let go of her, and pulled his cock out gently. Avelyn dropped her legs to the floor and stood up, massaging her sore backside. She felt his seed run down her thighs and smiled at the dirty sensation. She loved it. She rose on her tiptoes and pecked his lips.
“We should take a shower.”
Max looked at her thoughtfully. Her dress was crumpled, her bra was still gathered under her breasts, pushing them up, and her hair was tangled. She was the most beauti
ful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
“Yes, let’s take a shower. Then, I have a surprise for you.”
***
Feeling the touch of the cool night air on her skin was like awaking from a deep, paralyzing slumber. Avelyn finally felt alive again. She stretched her arms above her head, and spun in place.
“This is amazing!” she told Max, who was a few steps behind her. She ran to the first beech tree, pressed her palms on its cold, wrinkled bark, laughed, and then ran to the next one. She ran from one tree to another and stopped in front of the first flower bed. The courtyard was huge, she could see it better now. Of course, the view from her window told her the same thing, but now that she was down here and could explore it with no one but Max around, its size made her feel small. The castle rose above her like an ancient guardian of the mountain.
“Can we go into the forest? Pleeeeease?”
“Sure,” he said smiling, and took her hand in his. He tried to warm her cold fingers, but she didn’t seem to mind the cold. She was wearing a light coat over her pullover and jeans. After they had taken a shower together and he had told her they were going out for a midnight stroll, she had been so excited that she didn’t have the patience to look for warmer clothes. She had thrown on the first things her hands had grabbed from the dressing room.
Avelyn allowed him to lead her through the tall gatehouse which was flanked by two stair towers, and they followed the path that led deep into the forest. He walked slowly enough for her to have time to steal a glance or two around her, but, to her chagrin, she couldn’t see much in the dark. Max’s private jet was on the short runway to the left side of the castle, on the second road which circled the entire structure and led to the city of Dunkelstadt. The lights were off and the runway was dark and quiet. They left it behind, started on the road to the right side of the Schloss, but after a minute, Max pulled her between the trees. The terrain was quite steep, so she grabbed his arm to keep her balance. Soon, they reached a glade, and Avelyn let go of his arm to explore her surroundings, breathe in the intense smell of pine, earth, and grass, and listen to the faint whisper of the trees, birds, and small animals. It was probably the first time she actually enjoyed being in the forest. After being trapped in a room for so many days, standing in the middle of the nature made her feel free and confident. Confident that one day, sooner rather than later, she’d claim her right of going wherever she liked, whenever she liked. Things were about to change. She could feel it in the night air.