In All His Glory

I wanted nothing but my male's body to submit to my lewdness, but I stopped myself. It took every last bit of energy I had saved for the nights, my flesh often shattering in his arms, shivering recklessly as though I was unwell as I shut my eyes and pleaded with sleep to consume me. It is torture.

My body is also changing; it is becoming...weird, as though it is preparing for something. Something I cannot put my finger on. I see the way Cronus looks at me, the way his hooded eyes glide shamelessly across my breasts, my stomach and my hips.

Indeed I have put on a little weight my hips are much fuller, there is more fat on my stomach my breasts have become more voluptuous and highly sensitive to my mate's nearness. My lips have turned more of a rosy red with a natural gloss coating, and my cheeks have been painted with a subtle pinkish colour, and I do not understand why.

I am no pup becoming a juvenile, yet I have these peculiar changes I am mildly concerned about, but it comes with its own set of benefits. My moon blessed seems to be utterly captivated with me so much that his control slips through his fingertips inch by inch every day, and I discern it with such clarity.

This has compelled me to torture him more, the way I intentionally dress to sleep at night, the way I playfully stride into our bedroom, my hips swinging seductively side to side with merely an immensely short and wet towel around my chest, the knot kept very loose so it can fall to my feet if it chooses to.

I watched him happily as he clenched his teeth as I entered our shared space. The book he held in his hand shaking with a violentness, his fingers etching so deep into the pages, piercing a gaping hole through the smooth paper as he breathlessly strived to keep his eyes away from my naked flesh.

He never does it he never looks at me when I am not dressed being the male of honour ever so effortlessly that it irked me. It sparked the devil within to ensure he fell on his knees in front of me as a sinner. My sinner.

"Goddess, help me." Cronus snarls his teeth, plunging further into his lower lip. A formidable madness feasts on him from within, a deadly itch that he cannot contain, for only I can relieve him of it.

I am delighted to see the bright greens that I adore morph into something so utterly dark, his hooded orbs caressing every inch of my skin, enraptured by the way my body hypnotizes him. If only I could make him submit to my orders; if I had it my way, my cunt would be licked by his watery tongue right now.

My moist lips part to give way to my high-pitched whimpers and moans as he takes my nipple into his mouth the very first time he is tasting it. He devours the entire erect bud, including my tender areola sucking harshly.

The sounds his tongue makes as he slurps it up discharge me into a euphoric state. My fingers delve into his thick locks dragging him closer to my left breast, my head banging against the wall as he vigorously nurses on my tit. If I produced milk, this filthy male would have drunk it all and that is the way I like it.

I gasp and whine as he grunts and moans, our bodies tangled together, every moment being etched into the deepest cervixes of our mind as we get lost in within the blinding haze of sheer lust. Cronus squeezes my full breast as he sucks, growing harsher more...hungrier as though he is feeding.

He seems almost possessed like something from within has taken over his senses and he does only what he feels with no boundaries or prisons.

The blood within my veins is set aflame to his sweltering touches against my flesh the tightness of his hold on my hips as he sucks and nips at my breasts have me feverish and dazed my knees weakened with the wall behind my back being the only thing keeping me afloat for my body is submerged under water and I am drowning.

"You taste divine, angel. Much better than the sinful thoughts that consume me when you sleep so innocently beside me every night." I am met with fully darkened irisis his beast coming forth to show himself to me wanting to be recognized wanting for me to see him to see how utterly carnivorous he can be.

Yes, this is the male I have been waiting for, the one who takes as he wills and does not surrender to modern laws, for he has no relations with them, and he does not care. Purely animalistic, a barbarian.

My eyes widen as he stands upright in front of me, completely extinguishing the moon's magnetic light from my body as he sheathes me within a circle of darkness like an eclipse. Her light touches all things in our surroundings except me, yet her magnificence exhibits my male as an ethereal presence as she shines her light on his bewitching features.

I shudder under his calculating gaze he sees me for the first time and I see him. I ultimately witness the sheer power, the raw strength this male possesses and I fight to stand still and not kneel to bow before him.

His pheromones leak through his pores to make their way into my nostrils, my mouth salivating at the delectable smell, my own hormones going crazy to the divine scent that encircles my flesh. My knees buckle, striving to hold my weight, for I am unable to remain calm against the presence of a king as he stands before me *in all his glory.*

They look at me as one, the very first time I see them together. His wolf is enchanting, a very calm presence, unlike lighting or thunder.