"Thank you," she said softly, her eyes watering once again, but this time--to Jared’s shock--with gratitude. "I can never thank you enough."
"So now you're all sin free, once again?" He reached down to help her stand, but his own knees were having a little trouble. She clung to him, both of them swaying for balance, and her sticky face peered into his. As Jared looked down at her he saw that her expression had abruptly changed from one of gratitude to fear. Anxiety seized him. Had he read her wrong? Had he misunderstood? "Oh no, I'm so sorry Serena--"
"No, I'm sorry," she moaned, tears openly streaming down her face. "Now the demon is in me--I can feel it! Lust has possessed me!" Her acting was so convincing it didn’t seem much like acting, but Jared held her close for a moment before deciding she must want to continue, or she would say something. Or they would wake up. At any rate, they were still here—she was still his.
"What do you mean?" On the other hand, he was totally baffled. How in the world could this be--he'd just given her a gruesome face-fucking facial, how could she feel any lust... But now he knew better. What turns us on can be really surprising. The tears were real, but the emotions guiding them were too complex and too private for Serena to explain right now. He had to let her guide him. "Wait a second, how do you know what lust feels like?"
"It's just like Pastor Shaun said," she told him, now crying for real. She sat primly down on the edge of the bed, her breasts bobbing in the air. "I can feel it. Here." She demurely slid her folded hands between her legs with those perfect breasts between, so that they squished together. "Down in my private area."
"Maybe that's just natural," Jared tried, shrugging; the tears upset him. He wanted to murder this Shaun prick. But her mouth was doing that thing again, that perfect shape… And Serena was naked. Jared’s cock was once again standing at attention, and when she saw it her eyes widened. "Maybe it's nothing to be worried about."
"You know that it is," she said softly. He tried to turn away, not quite sure how to proceed, but just then she laid back on the bed, slowly sliding her legs apart. Her pussy was a deep pink, the soft, downy fuzz surrounding it the same rich color as her hair. Her milk white skin was like alabaster. He saw the dampness on her thighs that told him she shared his lust for sure. "Please, Jared. Take this lust from me. Can you?"
You know what? "Definitely," he said, not trying to fight it this time. "But..." She was a virgin. How much of their time together from his dream did she really remember? "I'm worried I might hurt you," he said finally. "Aren't you supposed to wait for marriage?"
"No righteous man will want me with this demon living inside me," she said softly, and it was such a pitiful sight Jared didn't know what to do. The mix between reality and fantasy was very hard for him to find. He felt like Serena was exercising a demon, alright, but it wasn’t one that lived between her legs. It lived in her head.
"Serena," Jared said, coming over to sit next to her on the bed, "any sane man would want you no matter what. You're sweet and beautiful. And besides, some men don't think lust is evil. They think it's a natural part of a relationship."
"Really?" She blinked up at him again with those beautiful brown eyes. "You think so?"
"I'm positive," Jared told her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders and giving her a gentle kiss on her forehead.
This did not have the intended effect.
"It's worse now," she whispered, her eyes suddenly widening. "Pastor Shaun says..."
Jared kind of wished she would fantasize about Shaun enough so that he would show up, and Jared could rip him into little pieces for his wolf to eat. But this wasn’t his fantasy. "Do you believe everything your Pastor Shaun says?" He asked her, but she only trembled in his arms.
"You have to remove it from me," she said, pressing her body against Jared. "You just have to!"
He really didn't feel like he had a choice. Her tiny, nubile body was now straddling his; Jared felt his cock sliding along her ass crack, using the considerable moisture from her damp pussy to make the trip. Her perfect white breasts were rubbing against him, and the pink nipples that crowned them were hard little knots. Jared bent his head down to take one in his mouth: sure enough, delicious. Serena reacted immediately, arching her back so that both of her breasts were now in front of Jared’s face. He took turns with each, gathering as much as he could in his mouth and sucking her pink nipples as his hands supported her. Serena softly moaned, her hips making a slow circle in the air. Jared’s cock went along for the ride, damp with her juices and long enough to bow into her ass crack. Finally, he flipped her on her back beneath him. "Serena," Jared whispered, "do you really want to do this?"
"Please," she whimpered, squirming under him. He looked at her beautiful, sticky face and reared back.
"Are you sure?" Jared kneeled between her open legs, looking down at her damp pussy. The sexy little thatch of hair was slick and glistening with her want, and her tiny, unused pussy quivered. He could smell her fresh scent, and his cock was standing straight up at attention.
"Please, Jared," she begged, her hips bucking slightly; he caught her around the waist as she came down, positioned his cock at her small entrance, and in one, violent thrust, took her virginity. "OH!" Serena was so tight he gasped. She was definitely a virgin in this fantasy. She squealed as his cock pinned her; he was only half way inside of her damp, swollen canal, but he knew he'd just felt her hymen snap. Tears ran down her cheeks. "Oh Jared," she said, "I knew it would hurt like this--Pastor Shaun warned me--"
Jared didn't want to hear what that motherfucker said, so he quickly withdrew his cock and slammed it back inside of her moist walls once more. "Oh!" This time there was more pleasure in the sound. He did it again, and again, withdrawing almost the entire way and pulsing in about five inches deep. His cock was getting stiff from the tightness, and he could feel himself splitting her dainty pussy with each blow. "Ooooooh," she finally cried, pleasure rippling through the sound, and then he knew he could do what he liked with this untouched beauty. Jared bent down and lightly bit her pink nipple, making teasing thrusts so that just the head of his cock ebbed in and out of her. She writhed beneath him in pleasure, panting for more, so he held both of her breasts in his hands, mashing them together, and sank his cock in deeper. Serena cried out; Jared pulled all the way out, then slid all the way back in. He could feel the head of his cock hitting the end of her canal, so he tried to go a bit shallower; as he mastered the depth of his stroke, he began to feel Serena's body shaking beneath him. Was she actually going to cum? "Jared?" She sounded afraid. He reared back to look her in the eye.
"You're going to have an orgasm, Serena," he told her, his voice a low rasp, but she just bit her lip. "Can you cum like a good girl?"
"Yes Jared," she whispered, tears once again in her eyes. She moaned and arched into his stroke. Jared felt her quivering around his shaft and picked up speed; the heat and wet of her pussy urged him on. He gathered her waist in his arms and sat back on his calves, so that her thighs were now slamming into his. "Oh, Jared," she said, her tits bouncing in every direction. He captured one in his mouth and fucked her tight pussy even harder. He could feel her damp little asshole squeezing and the thought almost sent him over the edge--almost. Instead, he concentrated on opening her tight hole, sliding her up and down the shaft, her body so light all it took was a bit of gravity and strength. Over and over Jared thrusted into her swelling canal, feeling it get tighter and tighter, gripping the head of his cock so that he could no longer pull all the way out. "Jared!" Serena screamed his name as she bounced on his hard dick, cumming in hard, spasming bursts. He pumped into her relentlessly, filling her with his cock as she came, and she bucked into every thrust. Finally, as he felt the waves of her orgasm ebbing, Jared knew he needed to cum or he would lose control.
Something struck him. Should he cum inside of her? She was a virgin; they hadn’t talked about it. He wanted to—he wanted to push his cum into her so deeply it would embed and grow. He felt the need
in himself like a hunger, a pang that echoed inside and couldn’t be abated any other way. His wolf wanted that. But this was Serena’s fantasy—what she was thinking about?
No. Not yet, anyway—and he could feel that. She needed something else…
She needed to feel used. Sexy, dirty, naughty, used.
"Did you finish?" Jared asked her, and she nodded, her cheeks inflamed. Her dark hair was in curls and tangles everywhere; he'd fucked it into a mess. "Is your lust gone?"
"Mostly," she whispered, and then smiled. He wondered if she'd been teasing him all along, but then shook off the feeling; of course she was teasing him, but when the time was right they could talk about this fantasy, what it represented, where they were going now. In her mind, she'd definitely been a virgin until he'd plunged his cock in her hole.
"I need to finish too," Jared told her, "and I can't keep this in here. Do you really want to get rid of the demon?" She blinked up at him, nodding. "Okay. This might hurt, so we're going to go slow." Jared flipped her over; she had a gorgeous, milk white ass. Her crack, hidden from the world, had a slight rosebud tint, and as she arched her back he got a great view of her beautiful pink pussy. It looked thoroughly fucked at the moment. Her asshole, on the other hand, was the same tight hole he'd felt clenching as she came. "Okay," Jared said again, licking his palm and making sure his cock was extremely wet. "Hold still." He stood up on the bed, leveraging himself with one hand on her back as he used the other to slowly force the tip of his cock into the tiny, slick asshole. She groaned, a rough mix of pleasure and pain, and Jared took that to mean he should gingerly push harder. Gently, slowly, carefully, he pushed his cock deeper in her asshole. There was almost no resistance, because of the amount of moisture on his dick, but the friction was incredible. She was so tight. "Oh my god, Serena," Jared moaned, and then began slowly thrusting in and out, puckering her pink hole with his long cock. He couldn't pull all of the way out, her asshole was so tight. He stroked in deeper, then deeper still, listening to her groan and feeling her fight the urge to squirm away; she couldn't move, with his weight pinning her hips and his cock anchored inside. Instead, he pumped her asshole, feeling her slick insides urging him to cum, and when his balls clenched, ready, Jared filled her. "Uhhhhhh," he grunted, deep in her body. Serena whimpered as he came, pleasure and relief in the sound. When he finally pulled out, she couldn't move for a minute; thick, gooey cum gushed out of her delicious, tiny pink hole. He'd left her with a very sticky creampie. "Good girl," Jared said softly. "You are now completely lust free."
"Yes Jared," she said, rolling over to look at him. He watched as more of his cum oozed slowly from her asshole, realizing this image was part of her fantasy. "Thank you," she whispered. But something in her eye told him this wasn't the end of her lust.
“When we wake up,” he whispered, pulling her body against his and placing his lips on her temple, “you are going to explain this to me. You are going to tell me who you were, and why we’re here, and then you’re going to let me fuck you again, as hard as I want, where I want, and you’re going to thank me, just like this.” He slowly kissed a burning trail down her throat, letting his hands roam over her soft skin, feeling her shake. The air began to shimmer; his wolf was real, and it was asserting itself. Serena’s fantasy had been fulfilled, and now dream-time was over. “But then, you’ll be thanking me for real. Because I’m going to do this to your body, every night, for the rest of our lives. You’re mine, Serena,” he said, and she gasped, arching in to him again, her desires rekindled just as his were. “You’re mine.”
They woke up.
Chapter Thirteen
“Quite a show,” a dry voice said, and Jared was horrified to find Kelorian standing in the middle of the room as if nothing had happened. As if he and Serena had never touched, had never spoken, as if he hadn’t violated her every willing orifice and she hadn’t loved him for it.
And in fact, he realized, he hadn’t. Serena’s beautiful brown eyes were open for the first time as she took in the room around them; it was more of a room now, Jared realized, although it still looked like a dungeon to him. The dark stone walls and floor remained, and the heavy locks on the door as well, but opulent furniture had appeared and a roaring fire filled a pit in the center of the floor. Food sat on a tray between two luminous chairs made of glittering black stone, which matched the over-sized bed. The room was dark as ever, but somehow majestic, if gloomy.
But he and Serena hadn’t moved. He tried, and felt the presence of dried semen on his body with disgust; it was the only thing that had changed. He was frozen against the wall, held fast by the clear, dense wrap.
“Congratulations,” Kelorian said, and waved a finger, “on not killing her.” Serena’s wrap disappeared, and her naked form gently descended from the wall, as if an invisible hand lifted her down. “My dear, have some refreshments.” He raised an eyebrow. “You’ve certainly earned them.”
Serena stood there, uncertain. Jared realized she hadn’t seen this place before, although she’d spoken with Kelorian. He realized she was also uncomfortable. “You don’t happen to have a robe, do you?” Jared glared at the tall man, who still hadn’t set him free. “Can’t you see she’s cold?” She wasn’t; Jared knew her body. But she didn’t feel comfortable, and that was enough to motivate him.
Kelorian seemed keen to make her eat, having maneuvered her towards the tray packed with tarts and creams and fruits in little dishes, but he sighed wearily and waved his hand again. Serena was immediately dressed in a gossamer gown, sheer and shimmering in all the right places; she blushed and sat in one of the high chairs at Kelorian’s silent urging. “Eat, please,” he said again, and smiled.
Jared hated it when Kelorian smiled. And something about the urgency bothered him. And wait—“wasn’t she supposed to be protected from magic? Why did you—“
Serena took a bite of a piece of fruit. A dreamy expression passed over her face. “This is delicious,” she said, and took another.
“You son of a bitch,” Jared said, instantly furious. “You’re not protecting her any more.”
“No, I’m afraid not,” Kelorian said softly, then turned towards him. “Well. Not from us. Not from magic. No point in it.”
“You said she would be—“
“—Wolves are always so… Tunnel vision, I think, is the human expression.” The tall man stared at him. “You wanted her. So you agreed to the exchange of fantasies.”
“But—“
“—It seemed pretty magical to me,” Kelorian interrupted, waving a hand. “I’m just a lowly half-elf, not an insatiable werewolf with a ten inch cock, but I thought—“
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