The Rejected Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

'Oh, Christopher', she wailed, looking at me imploringly. 'I have betrayed you!'

'Betrayed me?' I asked, wondering what she was talking about. What did she mean by having betrayed me? Had I not judged the scene I witnessed, accurately? I tried playing back the scene in my mind as I held her tightly, awaiting more explanations from her.

'Can you forgive me?' she asked and I was sure she was going to tell me she had decided to choose Sylvester over me. Oh, moon goddess, you cannot do this to me, I silently prayed for not now that I have started believing in you. I decided to ask her outrightly.

'What have you done and what should I forgive you for?' I asked, my voice steady.

'Is it possible to desire two men at the same time?' she asked and my heart gave a big thump.

'What are you trying to say?' I whispered hoarsely tilting her face up so that I could look into her eyes.

'Oh, Christopher, I do not understand it myself!' she wailed, using the back of her hands to wipe her eyes.

'Then describe it to me and perhaps, I can explain it to you', I said in a firm voice.

'I left you and came here to relax and was thinking about you when Sylvester barged in and we exchanged a few words in which I told him I was not to blame for the strong bond between you and me', she said and paused.

'Of course you are not responsible for that!' I said encouragingly.

'He was angry at those words and accused me of not being able to stand his touch and he was going to take it by force'.

'I heard that part. That was when I rushed in', I said, heaving a sigh of relief. Was that how she had betrayed me? I thought with a smile. Millicent was really naive.

'Not then, something similar had happened before then and when I tried to fight him off, I found to my shock that I felt a rush of desire for him!'

I was silent. I felt numb. I didn't know what to think or say. She felt desire for Sylvester? I'm the only one she should desire and no one else!

'Say something!' she urged.

'What would you have me say?' I asked, finding that I was getting angry, not at Millicent but at Sylvester for touching my mate in such a way as to excite her. 'Go on', I urged her.

'I was shocked that for an instant, I felt desire for him and then I pushed out of his embrace and after exchanging more words with him, about my father, I was reminded of his ruthlessness in his treatment of my father and the fury flared in me again. I felt revulsion for having felt any desire for him no matter how minute. Then I tried to put ony shirt be ause he pulled it of the first time and he caught me again and started touching me forcefully. He was going to force himself on me. I was so scared but thank goodness you rushed in at the right time.

'It's okay', I said. 'You felt desire because you are a living being or are you dead?' I asked, trying to reassure her.

She shook her head and blew her nose into her handkerchief.

'There! You see?' I said triumphantly. 'And it is possible you were on heat as well'.

' Is that how you desire other women too?' she asked, bemused. 'Is it not supposed to be a male to a female?'

'Different strokes for different wolves. Everyone has their preferences. Some female can mate with several male and vise versa. But rest assured I am a one female - male! I am satisfied with a female at a time and now that I have a mate, there is no other female for me!' I said sincerely.

She smiled but grew serious. 'Does it mean then, that I am one of such female who mate with several male?' she asked sadly, the idea apparently not sitting well with her.

'I didn't say that. Those female enjoy messing around with the male folk. Your case is different. You are mated to Sylvester as well and it is logical that you feel some attraction for him', I said but found that I was far from being happy about that.' And if you were on heat, your sexual appetite will be much more heightened'.

'Whatever be the case, I assure you, I did not feel it as strongly as when you were the one touching me', she said thoughtfully. ' I even thought that it was because you had touched me previously that made me feel weird when he later touched me because I have never felt desire for him before that moment!' she swore.

'And when he touched you the second time, before I came, how did you feel?' I had to ask. I was dying of curiosity. I knew her answer could hurt me but I just had to know just how strong my competition was.Even if she were on heat, I didn't want her desiring any other!

'I only felt revulsion and didn't want his hands on me!' she said fervently. 'Do you suppose it will happen again? Me, desiring him when he touches me?' she asked.

'I said it's ok. I believe you, seriously', I said drawing her close. Thank goodness it was just that and nothing more serious. 'And concerning how you will feel if he touches you again, that is for you to decide. It is totally up to you. You could decide not to feel anything when he touches you!'

'I do not think I could feel desire for him again. I do not hate him, but neither do I love him and he has wronged me in so many ways that my feelings cannot really be romantic towards him. I believe what happened was an isolated incident'.

'I believe so too', I said, trying to convince myself that it was indeed so.

She lifted her face up and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue and I could see what she was asking and kicking the door shut, for we had been standing since I got in, I obliged her and soon, she was moaning. When we came up for air, she said the words that gladdened my heart to no end. 'Never like this! I did not feel it as strongly as this, with Sylvester. Christopher you are the one for me, ever!'

'And you're my one and only for all eternity', I said meaning it.

I kissed Millicent deeply and we just couldn't stop. I was getting out of control and from her response, so was she.

I had come to console her for the ordeal I believed her to have suffered from Sylvester's molestation and return to my room. I had had no intention of being romantic. I felt that she would not be in the mood for that in any case but obviously I was wrong and I knew that no one could make her feel the way that I did just like I could not feel this strongly for any other woman. I had not been lying when I told Millicent that she was the only female for me.

Her hands were inside my shirt, caressing my ribs and then my chest, her hands were so soft.

'Ohhh, my love ', I said huskily, 'where did you learn to do that?' I asked as she kneaded my nipples, causing a hot burst of pleasure to coax through my veins.

'I learnt from the best, I'm sure!' she said, eyeing me seductively, batting her eyelashes.

'You vixen!' I groaned, kissing her neck and wishing to go lower.

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

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

There was no argument on my path. I needed her to focus on me as I ravish her as I intend to. Oh God! The thought alone set my blood boiling. My beast was growing impatient.

I opened the door and looked out, no one was about. I came back in and carried Millicent into my room. Not that I didn't want anyone to see me with her. On the contrary, I wanted the whole world to know she belonged to me but I didn't want any interference or interruptions from Sylvester.

When we were safely settled in my large room, I placed Millicent on my double size bed and locked the door. I came back to see that Millicent was waving her hands about.

'What are you doing?' I asked.

'Masking our scent. Sylvester has a keen sense of smell. But he won't be able to smell us now!' she said and I smiled. My mate had lots of gifts I am just discovering.

I started removing my clothes. She felt shy all of a sudden and wanted to look away but I wouldn't let her.

'Keep your eyes trained on me!' I ordered. Look at me as I undress. After unbuttoning my shirt, I flung it carelessly away and it fell down somewhere. While still looking into her eyes, I started unbuttoning my trousers and I saw her eyes move lower. I allowed the trouser fall to my knees and I wriggled out of it never removing my eyes from her and then I kicked the trouser away and I did the same with my boxers.

When I started pulling my boxers off, her eyes went wide. And her lips formed a big circle. I knew what she was awed about. My shaft was a very big one. Sylvester had once joked that I was born with the cock of three large men in one. And it was growing larger as I walked towards her, nodding uncontrollably. I knew there was no turning back tonight. She looked at me and I could see desire in her eyes and smell her need.

She got up from the bed and started removing her clothes but I placed my large hands over hers, halting their movement. Then I proceeded to remove every item of clothing from her very gently, my hand grazing her body and I saw her tremble. Her shirt went first, then I unzipped her shorts and it fell to her ankles and she kicked it away. All this while, our eyes were locked. My hands, held both sides of her shapely butt and I bit back a groan for I nearly came from the exquisite pleasure I felt.

I started caressing her butt, still looking deep into her eyes and seeing her glazed eyes and open lips, I raised one finger and moved it over her trembling lips. My hands were not steady as well. I dipped my head and our lips came in contact again and the both of us trembled from the contact.

'You are exquisite, my love', I murmured, pushing her back into the bed and straddling her. I tried kisses from her mouth to her earlobe, to a sensitive spot behind her ear. She moaned softly. I kissed her neck and the hollow in her shoulder. Then I went lower kissing the line diving her breasts and she whimpered thrusting her chest up, inviting me to take her breasts into my mouth but I continued teasing her. Her legs were no longer raised on the knee but thrown around my waist and I felt how wet she was for me and I had to suck in my breath to restrain myself from taking her there and then.

I took her breasts into my mouth, grazing her nipple with my teeth and sucking alternatively and she threw back her head, arching her chest further up, her hands round my neck pushing my head further down on her breasts, her eyes were glassy with desire and she had never been more beautiful like she was at that instant.

I left her breasts and continued trailing kisses down her stomach to her naval and then I removed her legs from around me and stretched them wide open. I looked into her cunt and my seed nearly burst forth just then, I bit back a groan of anguish, and lowered my head into her cunt.

'Wha... What do you want to do?' she whispered huskily.

There was no need to explain anything to her, it would suffice to show her. I inserted my tongue into her cunt, kissing her clitoris and the opening of her pussy, my shoulders keeping her legs wide open, my hand stroking her breasts. She kept moaning nonstop and I knew she was about to come.

'I want you desperately, Millicent', I groaned, 'but if you know you are not ready for this, tell me now, else I shall not be held responsible for my actions'. It seemed a stupid question to ask now that we have gone this far, and I would go insane if she decided against going ahead, but it was a question that had to be asked.

Millicent was quiet. I kept stroking her breasts, my cock nodding, its tip already at her wet entrance, I was going insane not driving my dick home like my beast was urging me. When I thought she was never going to answer, she arched her buttocks up and my dick slip further into her and I growled in anguish. 'Is that your answer?' I groaned through gritted teeth. She pulled my head down once more, this time to her lips

'Yes', she moaned against my mouth and we started kissing, and my dick found its way into her tight cunt. There was a slight resistance at first but I was able to break through the barrier, kissing her breasts and making sure she felt little or no pain.

I started riding her gently, going insane with pleasure. When her body had adjusted to mine being inside her, I raised myself, causing my dick to slip out to the entrance and then plunging back into her, gently at first but as the intensity of my pleasure increased, so did the thrusts. I felt the tight walls of her cunt clench against my dick, drawing me in, and I groaned, knowing she was close to her peak, I was not far behind either. Soon she was shuddering, her pussy clenching and unclenching round my cock, she screamed out her pleasure as she came. The feel of her pussy contracting as she gave in to her release, drove me over the edge and not being able to hold back any longer, I convulsed after one strong thrust, spilling my juice in her.

I collapsed on her, both of us spent, our breathing laboured, then I raised myself and eased out of her.

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.