Betrothed to the Moon

by Wynter Boudreaux

  Jared came in Serena’s mouth hard; he came so hard that he involuntarily picked up speed, thrusting deeper into her throat, slamming past her pink lips, her sweet little snorts and gags signaling that he was filling her with white, sticky fluid. Oh my god. Serena... As soon as the high from his orgasm abated, Jared sat down on the bed next to her and stared, making sure she was still breathing, making sure she didn’t wake up, making sure everything was just like it had been...

  Serena smiled. Dead asleep, with ropes of his hot cum painted on her perfect mouth, she actually smiled. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, and licked her lips, tasting Jared.

  He flinched. This didn’t tell him what he’d done was wrong; it wasn’t what he was expecting, he realized, even in a fantasy. It didn’t do anything, besides give him the biggest hard-on he’d ever had. And at this point in Jared’s life, that was really saying something. He was briefly ashamed, but the deed was done, right? Was Serena really present, in some form? Or was this only his own head, his own fantasy, no harm no foul? At least he could take this moment to mean she’d enjoyed something about it, even if... And then, she sighed, licked her lips one more time, and said, “Jaaaarrred,” in the softest, sweetest whisper he’d ever heard.

  He watched as she arched her back again, her knees now completely splayed apart, and all of her weight on her chest and belly. Her soft dark hair fell in tumbles around her shoulders and face, her arm dangled helplessly off the edge of the bed. But that ass... Serena’s perfect ass was arched into the air. Just enough to tell him that maybe, just maybe, she was dreaming about Jared. Fucking her.

  No way. Is this how the magic works? For a second he wondered why she couldn’t just wake up and tell him—why was she still asleep? Jared stood up, looking down at her perfect, helpless body. He took a couple steps back towards his original seat; he’d never planned to do this. He’d never done anything even close to it in real life; nothing about the experience was familiar—having a woman he wanted this much, the sleep sex, how nervous and anxious and just out of control he felt. Jared hadn’t wanted to do it, even, it just... Happened. He should sit right back down and watch the movie he didn’t care about and wait for the fantasy to end. He should apologize, he should do anything, anything but touch her... Serena’s hips silently rose and fell in one, listless motion; the fabric clinging to her pussy lips was soaked through, and her thighs glistened with wet from her arousal. Even the sheets beneath her shone. It wouldn’t hurt anything if he...

  Jared kneeled behind her, one hand massaging his swollen cock while the other one reached over and slowly ran a fingertip over her pussy lips. Sure enough, Serena moaned, her hips bucking once. Jared used both hands to reach over, placing his palms on either side of her asscheeks and gently separating them. The fabric from her negligee slid between her swollen, soaked pussy lips; they were flushed pink and damp. Her clit was easily visible through the fabric. Very gently, Jared ran his thumbs back and forth over her exposed lips, then down to her clit. He massaged it in small circles as she moaned, her back arching towards him even more. The fabric from her shorts was probably hurting her, it was digging in so much; Jared gently lifted her leg and slid it over the edge of the bed, then gripped the waistline of her lingerie. Ever so slowly, he slid it down over her ass, slipping it from between her soaking pussy lips, and then down over her thighs. In front of him was the most perfect ass in the world. Totally bare, unprotected, and for the taking. “Mmmmm,” Serena softly moaned. Jared couldn’t help himself; he had to touch her. He was on his knees in front of that ass and he just had to; his wolf roared to life and it was everything he could do not to drive himself in to the hilt. His thumbs once again separated her asscheeks, and he watched as her tiny asshole puckered. She’d liked being touched there. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he... Jared leaned down, possessed by lust, and stroked her tiny shivering asshole with his tongue. “Mmmmm,” she moaned, her legs opening in response. Her tiny, delicious pussy was exposed, the delicate petals surrounding it open. Jared couldn’t help himself. He licked it. She bucked into him, coating his face instantly with her sticky nectar. His hands slid around and gripped her hips, pulling her onto his tongue; he felt her shudder with pleasure as his hot lips touched down on her perfect, tight hole. Jared’s tongue sank inside of her as she moaned in ecstasy again, and then, once more, she cooed his name. “Jared...” That was it. He couldn’t stop myself; his wolf was taking over. Pressing roughly down on her back for leverage, Jared anchored his knees between hers and pressed the tip of his cock against her tight opening.

  “Uhh!” Jared grunted as he slid inside of the hot, wet hole. All the way in, one brutal thrust, to the base of his cock. Serena listlessly squirmed beneath him, but he had her pinned, and in her state she wasn’t going anywhere anyway. Jared heard her exhale in a rush as his cock filled her up, and then he pulled all of the way out, letting his tip catch on the tight entrance as the reality of what he was doing once again slapped him in the face. She was unconscious. He was pumping her full of cock. He should stop. His dick was so stiff inside of her he could feel it bending against her insides from the angle of her dead weight. When Jared tried to pull out, to stop, the heat and wet made him plunge right back in; the wolf had them both now. Before he knew it, he was fucking her so hard he heard her teeth click.

  “Jarrrred...” She moaned it again, louder this time, and just about did him in. Instead, Jared reached beneath her and hoisted her hips in the air, solid dead weight that they were, and sank into her pussy until he felt her tailbone. She was bent at an odd angle, her head to the side and her weight on her chest; he was holding her hips aloft, and used the force of her collapsible weight to slam her pussy down on his cock as hard as possible. He didn’t even care if she woke up now. Serena liked it rough, he knew she did, he could see it, feel it in the thin layer of sweat that appeared on her soft skin as her body unconsciously worked with him to accept the heat and depth of his stroke. Jared’s cock was so long it wasn’t able to drop to the base each time, but that didn’t stop him from trying. He wanted her so bad he could feel his body clenching with desire that worsened with each moment he sank inside of her unresisting body.

  “Mine, mine, mine, mine,” Jared panted, planting himself inside of her. He was going to cum as deeply in her as he could; he was going to claim her. She was his. Serena felt amazing, her tight, hot flesh squeezing every inch of him with exquisite resistance as she landed on his cock. Jared reached around and roughly grabbed her tits, using them as holds as he reorganized his weight onto his knees. Serena’s face was twisted into the pillows, her hair thrown everywhere. “Mine, mine, mine, mine!” Jared grunted as he fucked her, harder and harder, watching her back bend with each thrust. She was so helpless. He pulled all of the way out, all ten inches, and slowed down to watch his cock slip inside of the tender pink hole bit by bit. His inhibitions were completely gone. He realized she could take it, all of it, and easily, if he just stood up.

  So he did. Jared stood on the bed and gathered Serena’s legs in his arms, using their limpness to spread them into a wide split. There. She was completely open before him, her weight awkwardly pushing her neck to one side, but now he could see her perfect tits, her beautiful cum-coated face, and easily slide his whole cock in her body. Mmmm... Just like that. Jared held her in place as his cock slipped between those beautiful pink petals, her clit the size and color of a pencil eraser. Could she cum in her sleep? He watched her eyelids flutter and sank his cock inside of her hole, using his thumb to circle her swollen clit, feeling her slick, pink walls instantly shudder with pleasure. Jared pumped into her, again and again, watching the petals swell and redden; he felt his balls getting ready to burst again, and picked up speed. “Mmmmm,” Serena moaned, the corner of her mouth opening. Jared was getting ready to cum, and he knew she was too, her beautiful pussy shivering all around his cock as he thrusted in and out of her. Serena belongs to me. She was upside down, getting stuffed balls-deep with cock, when her eyelids fluttered again
--but it was too late, Jared was just about to cum, and he was taking her with him.

  “Mine-mine -mine!” Jared grunted into her sweet pussy, then watched as her eyes completely opened. His heart dropped into his stomach just as the first wave of his orgasm filled her pink canal with sticky cum.

  “Jared!” She gasped, her dark curls sticking to the white fluid on her cheeks, and blinked. He felt her pussy tremble and squeeze as his thumb continued circling her clit. “Oh, Jared!” She was cumming with him, waves of his thick cum filling her delicate, slender center as she squeezed every drop out of him. As Jared shuddered his final release, her body seemed to wake up a little more too, and she pushed back into his thrust. They met in the middle, him sliding all the way inside of her as she moaned.

  When they were both finished, Jared gently guided her legs closed and moved her hips back down onto the mattress. Lust abated, he thought he might cry; his attachment to her, he suddenly realized, was stronger. Fucking her did nothing to abate it. It made it worse, and now she wouldn’t want him. I did the worst thing in the entire world. And I deserve any awful punishment she might dish out. The fact that this was a fantasy didn’t help; his love for her—yes, it was definitely love, magically induced or not—was very real.

  Even if she rejects me now, he thought, she’s still mine. I may never touch her again… He shook the thought off. He had to touch her again. He had no choice.

  But he wanted another chance with her.

  In real life. Not in fantasy.

  Serena just sat up, sleepily shaking her head, and leaned over to kiss him. “I was so tired,” she said, smiling, “thank you for waking me up,” and then she curled up in a ball and fell back asleep, her body pressed tightly against his.

  What did it all mean? Jared didn’t know. He cradled her, kissing the top of her damp head, and sighed. He might require her to belong to him—his wolf certainly did—but the truth was that he belonged to her. He always would, in this world or any other.

  Chapter Eleven

  They slept. The dreams within the dream, Jared had hoped, his arms wrapped around the sweet woman whose scent drove him wild, might continue this adventure, but instead he dreamed of his transformation. Wild fears gripped him. He shook himself awake, and found Serena sitting next to him, stroking his forehead. “Are you alright?” Her voice soothed him, and his heartbeat slowed.

  “I’ve never been better,” he answered truthfully, and raised himself up on one arm to kiss her, slow and deep, his fingers running through the dark, silken tresses that framed her face. The room smelled like their sex, her hair even more so, and it relaxed and aroused him. He pulled back to take her in.

  She was still wearing the top to her negligee; the bottom had been pulled off, gently torn and removed, to expose her. The look she gave him now, beneath her thick lashes, stirred him to distraction. He’d already forgotten his dreams when she placed her palm on his jaw and said, “is that really how you like it?”

  “What?” He stopped moving, frozen by a new fear.

  “Me, asleep?” She blinked at him, all innocence. “Is that how you… I mean, I understand—I could tell that you knew what you were doing—“

  “—No, no, I never have done that in real life, ever, I promise,” Jared stuttered through the beginnings of his apology, watching her eyes widen. “I just, I get so—something about you—“

  “—It’s okay,” she said softly, “if you do like it like that. I liked it.”

  He gulped for air. “You did?” He hadn’t realized how badly he’d needed to hear that.

  “Yes,” she said simply, and ran her fingertips over the back of his hand. “He told me this would be different. He said I wouldn’t be afraid, and I wasn’t. I think I would’ve liked anything you did, anything you could do…” She gazed shyly into his eyes. “I think I would like it all, if it were you. But I very much enjoy...” Serena paused, a lovely blush rising on her cheeks. “I enjoy it when you decide how to do it. How to use my body.”

  “I’m really happy to hear you say that,” Jared told her, and cradled her face for another kiss. He leaned back after it was over and looked at her beautiful eyes, her mouth flushed. “You’re tempting me to use it again.”

  “Please,” she said softly, and leaned in to kiss him again, but something she’d said registered with him and made him stop her.

  “Wait—you said ‘he told me this would be different.’” Jared frowned. “What does that mean?”

  “This is the spell, right?” Confusion briefly crossed Serena’s face, then left. “This is your fantasy?”

  Jared swore. She sat back and stared at him. “Yes, I guess,” he said, and shrugged his shoulders, giving up and sitting back against the headboard. “I wouldn’t have… I mean, Kelorian, that prick, said that because I wanted…” He found it hard to say the words. “That is, the wolf in me wants to claim you, Serena. Apparently werewolves don’t do a lot of dating. And he wants me to join his freak army, or whatever, and he knew… In real life, I’m apparently pretty dangerous.” He smiled sheepishly. “Who knew? Anyway… He said this was a safe way for me to… To be with you.”

  “And that when your fantasy was over, I would have one of my own, right?”

  “Yes,” Jared blinked, then looked at her. “Wait—when did he talk to you?”

  “He walked into the dream I was having,” she said slowly, trying to remember the intangible details of her dream’s reality. “It wasn’t a good dream, except…” She sighed, her cheeks reddening. “Well, it felt good. It felt very good, and I didn’t understand what was happening to my–to my body. I’d never felt anything like it before—there were all these monsters swirling around me, dancing lights of millions of different colors, like stars, and then in the darkness these monsters…” Jared grew angrier and angrier with each word, knowing full well what her body had been trying to tell her mind. “And then it stopped. And a tall, beautiful man appeared out of nowhere and said that I should be calm, not to worry—I was under a powerful sleeping spell so that the magic around me couldn’t hurt me, and I wouldn’t remember it. He told me he was sorry—he didn’t say why—and then told me that you were very important to his people, and that you wanted to be my…” A new, lovely shade of crimson stained her skin from collarbones to cheekbones. “He said you wanted to marry me, basically, but that the way wolves did it was very different, and there wasn’t an option for divorce.” Gentler wording than he’d used with Jared. “He said it was very… physical. And that he wanted to give us the chance to try it out, in a harmless way, while I was still asleep.”

  “Still asleep?”

  “Not literally. I didn’t have control over that,” Serena said and smiled slowly, “not in your dream, anyway. I think, Jared, that you wanted me to be asleep.”

  “No.” Jared was genuinely baffled. “Why?”

  “Because… I think you like being in control. And maybe you were worried I’d say no.” A worried look crossed over her features. “He said you didn’t want to hurt me.”

  “I don’t feel like I’m in control of anything,” Jared muttered, gazing at her. Was she really so perceptive? Or was this a magical version of her, nothing real after all? It was entirely possible that he’d made her sleep until he could be sure she wanted him, just because of the fear of making her fuck him anyway. He’d lost control as soon as he’d seen her.

  “I wouldn’t have said no,” she said softly. “He told me he would make me unafraid. He said I would be ‘uninhibited,’ and that there weren’t consequences like there would be in real life. It’s just a spell, he said. Just a dream.” Her voice sounded a little sad by the end of her speech, and Jared couldn’t help but pull her towards him. She seemed surprised.

  “I don’t know who I am right now,” he admitted. “I hate to say it, but that guy seemed to know a lot more about what was happening to me than I did.”

  “You don’t like him?”

  “No,” Jared said angrily, but it was hard to stay
that way when she was so close. Jared gingerly took her hands in his again, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of her palms. “No, I don’t.”

  “You don’t want to be here?”

  There was that sadness again. Jared peered into her eyes. “What do you mean? What’s wrong?”