His Feasting Teeth

"I would like to be a mother, Cronus."

"You are nineteen, Qiyara!" He spits out almost with exhaustion as though he does not want me to have that. "I understand that there has been immense pressure on you to become Luna; we have spoken about this. And you had to give up your juvenile years to train and become the female to sit at my right but there is no pressure for you to bear my pups right now. I promise. Go enjoy this time you have now, my female; you will not get it back."

"I choose my life, Cronus, not you and definitely not this pack, Luna or not." I speak with a devious confidence my chin jutted out my spine straight I do not stutter. I want him to know where I stand.

Cronus smiles but not out of happiness or joy. It is an uncomfortable smile as though I do not know anything and am merely blabbering here.

"This is what I mean, angel. You are still very young as much as you like to think you are not. You do not understand many things and the weight that comes with being a Luna, but as you grow, you will. I am trying to protect you and give you the space to be who you are. Your wolf is still a juvenile who adores playing. She is not trained to fight or protect. She is not ready to be a mother and so are you."

There is a vile cruelness in his voice that infuriates me. Anger and passion for this male collide with a savageness, my wolf showing teeth as the rythyms of my heart grow harsher and stronger. I sense its confrontational outrage with this male. His words, though they carry truth, do not sit well with me. I will not have him decide for me. I will not allow anyone decide for me.

"Well, those are your opinions, which I can respect, but mine are different. I may not be ready, but it looks like if you had it your way, you would breed me over and over again, Cronus." My confident move on the chessboard has the floor beneath my male collapse; he struggles to stand still on his feet, the truth of my words, treading forward to seize him by his throat. I am insatiable my belly and cunt starved. My mind is in greed of his downfall and I will see to it.

The monstrous storm in my eyes has his sensual gaze turn predatory, stroked by a fiery passion. My body hums with a delightful thrill that slithers down my spine, awaiting the pleasure that can come with adding fuel to the wildfire that is engulfing us both. And I have all the fuel in the world at this moment.

There is an unabashed sensuality that I carry out as I raise my thighs, bending them at my knees to plant the soles of my feet at the edge of the counter on either of my sides. The flimsy straps of my dress slip down my shoulders, exposing the upper swell of my heaving breasts coated with my sweat; my body is hot. Unfathomably hot and as much as I do not understand why I appreciate it. For each drop of sweat that creeps down into the valley of my breasts has Cronus's gaze turn more and more perverted and tainted as though he wishes to wreck the innocence I possess and turn my purity into filth, and for that, I am keen.

My legs are spread wide open, my lace panties doused with my odorous fluid clinging to my sodden cunt bared to him; all he needs to do is push my panties to the side and shove that stout cock of his deep inside.

There is an eerie calmness that pins itself across his features, and it threatens me with a spiteful vengeance, for he knows what I started was done with intention. His chest is not heaving, battling for breath, his palms are not quaking, and his jaw is not clenched. He is relaxed as though his mind is clear, as though he is not drawn to be immoral anymore.

But I am long gone, my mind is foggy, I am fighting for breath, and I am sweating profusely. As his electrifying greens linger on my pussy never wavering, only studying it, my cunt gushes out more and more liquid to the point that it has now begun to trickle down my thighs, falling all over the ground in droplets. I huff and wheeze aloud a debauched feeling to be ruthlessly fucked and bred mixing with the metallic taste in my mouth surging from the rear of my throat.

I look at him dead in the eye and utter with ungraspable conviction, enticing him into the unrelenting trap between my wet thighs. "Come, breed me."

The second those words depart my lips, pin-drop silence follows. Raw prickling tension between us floods the room, and we entirely drown in it, chasing a once-in-a-lifetime ecstasy. Only the noisy sounds of my hectic pants and gasps can be heard, escorted by the muffled ticks of the clock upon the wall. A cunning smile takes over my features, and I grin widely with teeth, for I see it no matter how much he is enduring to disguise it from me.

There shall be no chessboard anymore. His king has fallen, his mighty crown slayed in half, and my queen stands above him, proud in victory. *"Checkmate,*" I whisper, knowing very well that tonight is the night that I have been waiting for. The time has come; I have made the Alpha submit to me. There are no more traditions or choices of honour. All that remains are two mates who have lost the war against the moon and yielded to the pull of the matebond.

Cronus lunges at me with a deafening growl reverberating around the kitchen walls. The bowls beside me tumble and shatter to the floor, pieces of ceramic material crashing everywhere.

I squeal with delight, my cunt throbbing with a ravening excitement as he wraps his large palm around my throat with a steady harshness, mildly choking me as he keeps me still in my spot, his teeth plunged deep into the side of my bared neck, drilling deeper and deeper with every second. His left hand cruelly yanks on my lengthy locks, exposing more of my vulnerable flesh to *his feasting teeth.*

My eyes widen with a deviant high, the iniquitous ache of my cunt intensifying with an incomprehensible urge to devour, more fluid dribbling out the vaginal opening to trickle out. Only this time, it does not dribble onto the floor or the counter. It spills onto the swollen head of my male's cock engorged and thick, lingering at the entrance.