33. I shouldn't provoke him in the eve of the full moon

"Are you in this shape every full moon?" I asked to try to divert my attention from his virility, I even licked my lips, suddenly having a dry mouth with thoughts coming to nothing and having a sudden urge to suck his penis.

"Apparently yes," he said, answering my question. "Since I came back... once a month I've been out of control of my body, and well... my senses have been heightened, very violent and naughty," he said, sighing. "But don't worry about that; every month that passes, I've been recovering better, and I've been more and more in control; besides, if I find myself in a bad state, I'll disappear into the woods for a few days, and when I come back, I'll be better."

"Is that what you did last month when you disappeared for a week?" I asked, remembering that he had disappeared, and when he returned, he said that he had traveled to resolve family business in another city. Another sigh is coming from him.

"We were newly married, I didn't want to scare you by turning into a fucking feral werewolf right here in our bed." He explained himself, and I understood his point, and knowing that he was telling me this a month later indicated that we were progressing well in our relationship.

"I understand, love, but isn't there anything I can do to help you?" I wish I could take some of the edge off what he was feeling.

"Don't beat yourself up, you're not to blame for any of this." He passed his hand over his face and head to ward off the heat, so, filled with desire, I did what I wanted so much. I was almost always bold in bed, but today I was following my husband's prep sex. I reached out and grabbed the manly member that was lacking attention. He groaned and looked at me in surprise. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing my job as a wife." I spoke with my hand closed on his cock, starting to make back and forth movements with my eyes without leaving his face. I saw his shoulders tremble in excitement, although his mouth was trying to stop me.

"My love, you don't have to do this... Argh…!" I had silenced him when I brought my face to his erection and swallowed his dick with my mouth. That member was big. I was a little scared at first, but I forced myself to continue and started sucking, opening myself up more to the sensation. As it was my first time, it was normal that I bit him a few times, but nothing stopped Lucca from running his hand through my hair, adjusting my strands, and encouraging me to continue with the blowjob while he enjoyed himself.

"That's better?" I asked slyly, licking the length of his dick and then going back to swallowing the rod and sucking it eagerly.

"It's excellent, baby. Keep going, just like that. Suck your big wolf, suck it... Oh, yes..." he moaned, moving his hands down to my breasts and caressing them, making me enjoy it too. He adjusted my body on the bed and slid his hands down my back until he reached my ass, where he squeezed with desire. Meanwhile, I couldn't stop sucking that dick. "Tonight is going to be long, my little flower. So be prepared." His words had such power over me that my little flower involuntarily contracted just imagining how much I would be punished today.

I didn't stop sucking him, running my hands over his broad back with my head going in repeated back and forth movements while I got the hang of it. His fiery hand squeezed and caressed my ass, and I lifted my back when I felt him giving me a hard slap on my buttocks. “Awr. .!" I moaned at the slap, unable to speak because of the size of his dick in my mouth.

“Do you like it when I slap your ass, you fucking hottie? Suck that thirsty cock, suck it, my bitch." He had my hair in a tight bun in his hands and proceeded to literally fuck my mouth straight down my throat, completely possessed by his overriding instincts. "Good mouth, so delicious that it makes me addicted. Argh!" He panted as his fingers worked on my intimacy, rubbing and caressing there, preparing me to receive him once again. He deposited his own saliva on his fingers and returned them to my little flower, which was already all wet for him.

The work he was doing in my mouth was so exceptional that it almost left me breathless. I felt jets of his milk invading my throat and almost making me choke. He removed his member from my mouth, and a good amount of slippery semen escaped. Together. "So good, love. Fuck more…" I started masturbating him again with my hands while catching my breath with my head up, looking at him, and smiling at him with my mouth all wet from his cum. Lucca panted heavily, completely groggy, fucking my hand. He held my face with both hands and lifted me up. He was also leaning in to give me a possessive kiss, there was no decency in that kiss. I could see that his eyes were becoming faintly golden and his canines were appearing slightly; he even hurt me when he bit my lips in the middle of the kiss, but I didn't care. I hugged his shoulders, getting closer and wanting more and more, his arms were intertwined with each other, and my back and kiss were covered with desire and madness.

"I fucking love you... I love you so much, I'm crazy about you." He practically carried me by the thighs with one leg on each side of his hips, sharply dragging my sex to collide with his erection. In the middle of the kiss, as our tongues battled each other and the iron taste of my blood covered our mouths, Lucca was fucking my belly completely, like an impatient animal in heat. To help him, I took my hand to his powerful dick and aligned the glans at my entrance with my vagina receiving it as well as a house sheltering its owner, creating feelings of pleasure that spread throughout my entire body.

"Lucca, fuck... awn!" I was practically hanging from him with my arms resting on his shoulders while he held my legs and fucked me with such desire and precision. In that position, I could feel him punching the inside of my belly without mercy. I scratched his shoulders and back, trying to alleviate the pain and pleasure of being fucked so precisely by him, and I was mentally thankful that the castle's stone walls were soundproof, so other castle residents couldn't hear me moaning loudly and shamelessly. How I was moaning.

At least that was what I expected since they were all paranormal beings, with most of them having heightened senses. Once, a living dead person even told me that I moaned very loudly and that I even controlled myself, but I simply couldn't. Avoid when my husband is fucking me like this.

His testicles hit my ass violently, making the sound of our bodies colliding louder and louder in the room. "Fuck!" He growled as he fucked me and enjoyed my body. He climbed into bed with me still hugging his body and his cock still in my pussycat. I was thrown over the pillows, and he went back to fucking me, hard and deep. I held the bed bar with one hand while the other was still scratching his back. Lucca was looking at me with his yellowish eyes, completely groggy and out of touch with reality, with his teeth grinding as he growled, his canines sticking out, and the veins in his neck so thick and tense that they jumped out and went up to his forehead.

His damp hair was wildly disheveled; he was all wild and primitive; his appearance became that of a monster, but I didn't have an iota of fear but only desires for my monster. I even wanted to be with him when he turned into a wolf and his part was lupine-dominated. I wanted to continue serving him, even though he was a complete monster. The truth was that it didn't matter who Lucca Moretti was, the only thing I knew was that I was crazy about him.