Betrothed to the Moon

by Wynter Boudreaux

  “I just…” She bit her lip, and he was startled to realize the beginnings of tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes. “I’m happy to be here. I’m happy with you.”

  “I’m more than happy with you, Serena,” Jared told her, his voice dropping into a huskier register as he pulled her even closer. “I’m… I’m obsessed. Addicted. Magic or not, I’ve never felt this way about anyone. Let alone so quickly.”

  “The man said you wanted to claim me. To bind me as your life-mate.”

  Jared took a long breath, his heart racing. He slowly drew her body against his, then forced her chin up so that they could look each other in the eye. “I do. I barely have control over the way I touch you. I want to do things to you I would never have done with someone I barely knew, I want to do them in ways I never would—I want you so bad it makes me crazy.” He gazed into her eyes. “I want you, Serena. I want you more than anything.”

  She flushed with pleasure and he kissed her again, running his fingers through her dark curls. After a moment, she leaned back to meet his eyes.

  “Okay.”

  “Okay what?”

  “Okay, I want to be your life-mate,” she said softly. Jared’s heart seized; he knew he’d needed to hear it, but he hadn’t realized how badly. Everything was upside down; his entire life was a dream, now. If he had to be a werewolf, and this feeling of overwhelming love was part of the deal, it couldn’t be so bad. He squeezed her against his chest so that he could feel her heart beating against his own; his cock grew stiff and uncomfortable between them, and he automatically moved to slide inside of her, pulling her onto his lap. It took him a long time to realize she was quietly resisting him.

  “Serena—“ He could barely speak. The need to take her was overwhelming.

  “—There’s something I have to do first,” she said, a tiny quirk in her lip as she saw his frustration, written all over his body. “My turn,” she said simply, and the pent-house swirled around them and disappeared.

  Chapter Twelve

  Serena wasn’t sure where her fantasy would take place, but she wasn’t surprised when it turned out to be back in the chapel of the House of Victory. The big room stretched out in front of her, the folding chairs that made up the pews lined up in perfectly strait rows. Shaun’s pulpit sat in front of her, but it was empty; as far as she could tell, the whole place was. Nobody was here. She abruptly stood up and yelled “hey!” Nope. Just her echoes.

  The thing about escaping a cult, she thought, is that you never really escape. It’s like abandoning your family, but even—if that weren’t bad enough—a little worse in some ways; they had taken all of her money, they’d even picked her major for college, and they’d taken her time. So much of her time. She couldn’t believe that she’d slept in a shared apartment here for two years—that she’d actually paid to do clean this place, to cook and care for it. She couldn’t believe she’d thought Shaun was the only one for her, when his whole philosophy demanded that she acquiesce to the idea that she’d never be his only one.

  He’d strung her along, to make sure she kept giving. Women who were waiting to be recognized would do anything to feel like they were worthy, she knew now; wives expected things in return.

  Serena sighed, feeling the pit in her stomach, and wondered if this was a good idea after all. She was even dressed in her uniform, the same clothes all of the girls engaged to Shaun wore: the long, rough fabric skirt, the starchy white collared shirt. Little bits of lace on the wrists and neckline. Her hair loose, because Shaun had said he liked it that way. No make-up. No underwear.

  He’d liked it that way too.

  It was hard to admit to what he’d done, now that she had some distance. It was hard to admit to herself that he’d blatantly used her—her, more than the other girls—and in such ways. She knew now what he’d been doing behind her while she prayed, her head bowed; she knew what his quickened breathing meant, why she was made to raise her skirt for the belt and lift her shirt for the lash on at least twelve occasions, while no other girl had been required to repent so much, or in so degrading a fashion.

  The part that was hardest to admit, the deep-down rotten part, was that… He’d done it at least partially because she wanted her body to be used. She was filled with the demon of lust; he saw the shame and desire in her and used it to punish her, enjoying it and using it for his own ends, without even asking her permission.

  But Serena didn’t feel the shame of that any more. This gift, the loss of inhibition? It made everything so clear.

  It wasn’t wrong to want to have sex. It wasn’t wrong to have it, either, if everyone involved was in on it—it wasn’t wrong, she told herself furiously, to enjoy things that felt so good and so right and made your whole body and soul shake with joy and ache with pleasure. It wasn’t wrong to want Jared—

  Jared. Just his name made her shiver now. The way he’d… And then he’d… Her heart burned in her chest like a star.

  She’d never felt that way about Shaun. Never.

  Now, she firmly told herself, she needed to find her wolf, and leave this part of her past behind her. And she knew just how to do it.

  Chapter Twelve

  Serena opened the front door to the odd little building and gestured Jared inside. Somehow, he knew he wasn’t supposed to go anywhere; he’d found himself standing on the curb of a dead end street, in what looked to be a formerly industrious mid-size city. He couldn’t see the name of the place, but he knew, from the temperature and the color of the sky, he must be back in his old home-town. A grey periphery touched the edges of everything, and working people waited for the bus on the broad cross street north of him. Yep, he said to himself, this was definitely down-town Madison.

  The building itself was square and short, as if it’d been put up in a hurry with intentions of growing sometime in the future. It was industrial looking; sections were previously partitioned off into what could have been dentist’s offices or call centers, and the parking lot next to it was awkwardly misaligned with the street, repainted to make room for more cars whether or not they would actually fit.

  The sign next to the door was dignified, with modest gilding in the engraved letters. “’House of Victory,’” Jared read aloud; the name rang a bell. When Serena appeared, it all clicked together. “So this is your…” He didn’t want to say cult. Last time she’d said it herself and still jumped.

  “Yes,” Serena said softly, dismay dimpling her cheeks. Jared fought the urge to grab her. It wasn’t as hard, in her fantasy; being inside of her reality dulled his wolf, as he wasn’t able to run the show and—once he checked himself, interested in the change—he didn’t necessarily want to. Not yet. He was curious about her plans. “This is the place.” She gave a jaunty little wave of her hands and smiled, but Jared saw the tremor in her fingertips. When he walked through the door, into the modest sanctuary behind it, looking out over the home-made church, her pulled her close. He had to.

  “Tell me what you need,” he whispered. She shivered in his arms and leaned back to look up at him.

  “I have to say good-bye to the man I was engaged to,” she said slowly, as if nervous about his reaction, “and I have to do it the right way.”

  “Alright,” Jared said, careful not to show how the idea she’d been engaged to someone in her cult made him feel. “So.” He yanked her tightly to him and grazed her collarbone with his teeth. “Tell me.”

  “I want to do a little role-play,” she said, gasping as his hands began to roam over her hips, his body drawn to hers like a magnet. “I want you to pretend that you’re coming here for the first time—a new recruit. And I’m showing you the building but I” –she gasped again, then pushed his mouth off of her throat, a smile on her lips—“I’m overcome with desire. You’re overcome with desire.”

  “Done and done,” Jared growled, but she only pulled away further.

  “Come on,” she said, and the plaintive wish in her voice told him she was serious. She needed to
do this.

  Jared understood closure. “Let’s get started,” he said briskly, putting on his business manner and walking towards the front door. He turned his back for just a second as she readied herself, then he quickly opened and shut the front door again, as if he were just entering. “Hi,” he said, attempting a friendly voice. Something that didn’t indicate that he was already sporting a rock-hard cock. “My name is Jared. This is my first time here.”

  His first time. They locked eyes for a brief second, and he wondered if she would break character; she didn’t. “Hello Jared,” Serena said in her smooth voice, and he remembered the first time he’d smelled her, sitting in the damp basement of the cottage, and wished he could touch her already. “I was told you’d be joining us today—unfortunately our leader, Pastor Shaun, isn’t here. He asked me to show you to your room.”

  This surprised Jared a bit, seeing as how the building looked barely large enough to have a second floor, let alone bedrooms, but he discretely tucked himself to one side as best as he could and began to follow Serena across the floor.

  He hadn’t put together the ensemble she was wearing until just this moment. It was almost stereotypically pious. Not quite Amish inspired, but definitely a prairie virgin vibe—something out of Little House on the Prairie, but without the dash of pioneer spirit that made that fresh and appealing. This was more… Serena’s beauty was almost deliberately hampered by the unflattering cut of her shirt and skirt, hiding her curves, and the colors weren’t ones he would choose for her. Only the scant lace at the collar and cuffs gave a hint of her flowering femininity.

  He couldn’t wait to tear those clothes apart.

  He couldn’t wait to desecrate whatever weird, misogynistic impulse had forced this group to wear them.

  Jared suddenly found he was getting in to the spirit of things.

  When Serena lead him towards a hidden staircase, he deliberately overstepped his bounds and came close enough to bump into her; she was one step above him, his face suddenly level with hers when she turned towards him in surprise. His body brushed hers, and hers his; only their most sensitive parts reached out. It would have been slightly embarrassing to happen with a stranger—or exciting, Jared thought, if the stranger was Serena. “Excuse me,” he said softly.

  Her pretty skin colored pink once again as she blushed, and she quickly turned her back and began going up the stairs again. Having her so near his swollen member did nothing, of course, to reduce its size.

  Jared’s cock was extremely long: about ten inches in length, which seems like a bit of a curse. A vagina's not that damn long! But there are apparently the marvelous few who can handle it, as he’d learned; he was grateful, even in situations like this when it is cruising in front of him where-ever he went. His pants were tented so badly they buckled his waistband a bit by the time he reached the top of the stairs. He tried to hide it , but that wasn't working out so well, and he wondered if it was necessary. Serena turned towards him at the top of the stairs and gave him a very shy smile; with his height, they were face to face once again. "Um," she breathed, "I don't actually know which room is supposed to be yours," she stammered, her pretty cheeks still that gorgeous shade of pink. "I have one in mind. Can you tell me what you think?" She pointed directly to the left, at a door that stood immediately by the stairs.

  "Sure," Jared said, and eased by her; his stiff cock brushed against her belly and they both stood stock still for just a second, frozen by embarrassment. “Jesus," Jared muttered, and just gave up trying to hide it all together and walked across the hall to the guest room. He heard Serena hurry after him.

  "So you are religious," she said, and Jared could hear the smile in her voice as she said it. He placed a hand on the wooden dresser and turned to look at her. "Pastor Shaun said everyone from your church was sure to be a heathen."

  "A heathen, huh," Jared said, laughing a little bit in spite of himself. It's like he psychically knew about their recent activities--if sleep-fucking your beloved in a fairy fantasy den counted as perversions, I’m sure they counted as heathenism too. "I'm not really religious, Serena, I'm sorry. It was just an expression. Are you religious?" Jared tried to keep a straight face; something about her earnestness was a turn-on, and he wanted to respect her dream.

  "I'm alive with the spirit, Pastor Shaun says," she told him, her huge brown eyes blinking furiously. Jared realized she was still trying to avoid looking at his erection. Oh well. If she was going to direct here she'd have to have some plans for it some time. "Pastor Shaun runs this Church, and all the groups that meet here answer to him."

  Shaun, huh. Jared was beginning to really dislike this guy, although he couldn’t be sure this was who Serena’d been engaged to. "Runs it? As in, he's the care-taker or something?"

  She giggled; it was wonderful. "No, silly, he's a preacher. And my fiancée." Holy shit. Serena, the preacher's lover... Fury swept Jared before he realized she was still a virgin—even now, because this was just a dream. This guy had Serena in his life and never… Wow. Disbelief and gratitude filled him, although the fury tingled in his chest; the wolf didn’t like Shaun, or his cultish church, or want Serena near him. But they were here, he told himself, to say goodbye.

  And then she would be all mine.

  Once again, Jared’s cock flooded with blood. Something about a hot preacher's girlfriend getting stuffed every which way by Jared’s monster desires... Just wow. Serena immediately noticed the rejuvenated state of his erection, and the blush she was so easily taken with swept down her throat once more. He wondered if the soft, apple-sized breasts beneath her demure shirt were sporting hardened nipples, if her legs were damp at all. She blinked again, long eyelashes fluttering across her cheek, and then she bit her plump bottom lip.

  "Um, Jared?" She met his eyes. "Do you mind if we keep this... this sin... A secret?"

  "Sure," he said automatically, then shook his head. "Wait--what sin?"

  "Um," she said again, then shyly pointed to his cock.

  "That's a sin?" He was a bit incredulous.

  "I have moved a man to lust," she said, and her lip trembled. "Haven't I?"

  "Yes," Jared said slowly, but shrugged again. "But you can't help how beautiful you are, can you?"

  "What kindness," she said, and smiled a little bit in spite of her obvious trepidation. "Still, you will keep it a secret?" She blinked up at him, then rushed to take a step forward. "I'll do anything you want, if you promise not to tell."

  Oh my god. Jared took a step backwards from her, then placed his hands on each of her shoulders to keep her at least that distance away. She was taking this so seriously that he couldn’t help but do the same. Her smell was intoxicating--like a glorious spring day. "I'll keep it a secret," Jared said quickly--too quickly to be believable, it turned out, because she pushed his hands away and came closer to him once again.

  "Please, Jared, anything. I'll even..." She took a deep breath, her lip trembling. "I'll even... I'll touch it, Jared, if you want me to."

  "I..." Jared was not much of an actor, and not a good liar at all. And he did want her to touch it. But he didn't want to say that--hell, he felt guilty even having this conversation--oh my god. Her delicate fingers suddenly tugged at the waistline of his pants, yanking them down to expose him.

  "I can tell you are a good man, Jared," she whispered, her eyes blinking rapidly up at him. "You want to help my fiancée purge me--but I beg you. Please don't tell. Please-just tell me what you want me to do!" Her hand--so tiny in comparison to his long cock--tightened on the shaft. Jared inhaled quickly; even though it was clear she had no experience, her innocent touch felt incredible to his swollen organ. "Is there anything? Anything a sinner like me can do?" Jared had no idea what to say; Serena didn’t sound like she was acting any more. Pre-cum was once again leaking from his enflamed cock, and her delicate touch did nothing to stop it. She lightly ran her fingers over the shaft, hesitating at the head. All at once she withdrew, taking a step back from him. "I
know what I must do," she suddenly said, shaking her head. Dark tresses billowed out, her long hair falling loosely over her shoulders, as she quickly began unbuttoning her top. "I know that I must repent."

  "What are you--" Jared couldn't even get the words out; suddenly, right in front of him, was a pair of perfect tits. Marble orbs with delicious pink nipples bobbed in front of him, taking his breath away. Jared wanted to taste them, to squeeze them, to force his cock between them. And she didn't stop there.

  "Please Jared," she breathed, her skirt falling to the floor. In two small steps, she was completely naked, her shoes kicked off and her clothes in a heap. "Please let me repent. Guide my sinner's penance, and vow your silence." Once again, her tiny delicate hands played along the shaft of his cock. It was so much pleasure he felt his eyes roll back in his head.

  "I promise I won't tell," Jared told her through gritted teeth. She nodded, eager; Jared sighed and tried to pull his cock away, but she held on fast, making him gasp. "I promise, Serena," he said, "I would never--"

  "--Please," she begged, her lower lip trembling. "Please tell me what I have to do."

  Fine. Jared felt like there was nothing he could say, and here they were, two naked, willing adults... Just fine. "Can you fit the tip in your mouth?" He heard himself ask the question, and tried not to wince as he remembered his own fantasy.

  "All at once?" Serena solemnly asked, then got on her knees. Jared wondered if he might cum right there, as she blinked up at him, trying to navigate his cock into her willing but untrained mouth. Finally, using both hands, she was able to guide it into the tight, warm cavern, moisture teasing him to the brink as her pink lips touched down on his cock's head.

  "Can you suck it?" Jared gently reached down to hold her hair back, letting his fingers trace her rosy cheekbones as his thumbs slid along her hairline. Very light suction greeted the tip of his cock, and he felt her teeth catch on the thick skin of his head. "Mmmm," Jared groaned, unable to stop himself; the encouragement increased the suction, and soon he was trying to dip more of his cock into her mouth. "Just relax," he told her, "and I'm going to do some of the work for you, okay?" Serena blinked up at him, her eyes already watering, as he slowly pushed more of his cock inside of her mouth. He knew it would fit; she just didn’t quite remember. "It's going to go back towards your throat--that won't feel good if you squirm, okay? So just relax--" Jared pushed his cock deeper and deeper into the wet cave of her mouth, watching her jaw stretch wider and wider, her eyes filling with tears as he slid further in. Finally, he stimulated her gag reflex; in one thrust he passed it, arcing down into her throat as her tears spilled over and she made little noises, uncomfortable and used for his pleasure. He could see how much that turned her on. "It'll be quick if you relax," Jared promised, and she tried to nod as he pulled back out. This, he realized, was what she’d meant about his needing control; he wanted to use her, as badly, he saw, as she wanted to be used. Thick ropes of saliva and precum attached her violated mouth to the long cock lurking in front of it as she gasped for air. "Have you ever done this before, Serena?" Jared asked her, although he already knew the answer. She shook her head no, her nose now starting to run a little bit. "You're a very good girl," Jared told her. "I'm going to do this with your mouth, so I don't have to do it anywhere else." He gave her a knowing look over the rest of her body. "Okay? And then my lust will be removed, and your sin will too, and no one ever needs to know, okay?" She nodded again, her face flushed, salty pre-cum and spit coating her lips. "Now just relax, alright?" Jared slid his cock into her mouth again, holding her head steady with his hands; this time she tried not to struggle as he sank past the opening to her throat, her eyes once again watering. He withdrew, then felt her choking as he moved in again, slightly faster; the squeeze did nothing to stop him from wanting to fuck her face, but he pulled out, watched her catch her breath, her perfect, white breasts slowly gathering a glistening pool of her saliva, then let her take it in her mouth again. Maybe he should just get it over with? Her virgin mouth couldn't handle the length, but Jared needed to fuck it to cum. "We're going to go faster, okay?" He warned her, then angled his hips with his knees slightly bent; when she opened her plump, pink lips this time Jared didn't hesitate. He held her head fast by the thick brown tresses in either hand and pumped his cock into her mouth, slipping in and out as fast as he needed to. She'd begged him to use her; now he was going to. Jared fucked Serena's gorgeous face, her cheeks red, her mouth raw and slick with spit as she sucked. "Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh!" Jared grunted into her, thrusting with more power now; her pretty pink nipples were coated in the spit she couldn't keep in her mouth, thick ropes of it running down her chin. "Oh my god, Serena," Jared moaned, sure he was about to finish; her eyes were wide as he pulled all the way out and then back in, over and over, slipping down her throat with ease. Just as he was about to cum he pulled all the way out, placing the tip of his cock right in front of her gasping mouth, and watched as long, salty streams shot across her perfect skin. She blinked up at him, gasping for air, her lips bright red, and licked them to taste him. The preacher's fiancée looked completely used, panting on her knees, covered in Jared’s hot cum.