Chapter 35 My Perfect Luna
Vuk Kael Lasković
Maureen slid off my lap slowly, her slick pussy dragging along my knot one last teasing time before she stood—legs trembling, my seed already leaking down her thighs in thick, white rivulets. She looked down at me with those silver eyes, blown wide with heat and power, and smiled like a goddess who knew exactly how to break a devil.
“Bedroom,” she said, voice low and commanding, though her cheeks still flushed pink with that shy edge I fucking loved. “Now.”
I stood—cock still hard, knot half-swollen, glistening with her—and let her take my hand. She led me through the open arches, her ass swaying under my shirt, every step leaving a trail of our combined release on the white stone floor.
The bedroom was bathed in golden afternoon light—massive bed draped in white linen, glass walls open to the sea, breeze carrying salt and her intoxicating heat scent. She pushed me back onto the bed without a word, climbing up to straddle my thighs.
“Hands above your head,” she ordered, reaching for the silk ties draped over the headboard—soft but strong, the kind made for exactly this.
I obeyed—fangs bared in a grin—letting her wrap the silk around my wrists and tie them tight to the carved posts. The restraint was nothing to me; I could snap it in a heartbeat. But that wasn’t the point. The point was her—my little moon—taking control, making me submit.
She sat back on my thighs, admiring her work, her pussy lips swollen and slick, brushing against my cock. “You’re mine now,” she whispered, voice shaking just a little with the thrill of it. “And I’m going to make you beg like you made me.”
I growled low, hips bucking once. “Then do it, Luna. Make your Alpha cry for that dripping cunt.”
She leaned down, mouth hovering over mine—but instead of kissing, she bit my lower lip hard enough to draw blood. I hissed, tasting copper, cock twitching against her belly.
“Good boy,” she purred, licking the blood away with a slow swipe of her tongue.
Then she started lower.
She slid down my body like liquid sin, nails raking faint red lines over my chest, my abs, until she reached my feet. Kneeling at the end of the bed, she lifted one foot, pressing her thumbs into the arch, massaging slow and firm.
I watched, breath ragged, as she brought my big toe to her mouth.
Her lips parted, tongue flicking out to taste the salt from the sea still on my skin. She sucked it in slowly—wet, warm, swirling her tongue around it like it was my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, head falling back, wrists straining against the silk. The sensation shot straight to my balls, making my knot throb painfully.
She hummed around it, eyes locked on mine, then took the next toe—sucking harder, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Her free hand slid up my calf, nails digging in, while she worked her mouth over each toe, lapping between them, filthy and deliberate.
“You taste like sin,” she whispered against my skin, moving to the other foot. “Like mine.”
I was panting now, cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach in steady streams. “Maureen—fuck—keep going—”
She smiled wickedly, then licked a long stripe up the sole of my foot, from heel to toes, before sucking two toes into her mouth at once. Her tongue swirled between them, wet and hot, mimicking what I knew she’d do to my cock later.
My hips jerked off the bed. “Gods—your mouth—”
She released my foot with a pop, crawling back up my body—slow, teasing—her breasts dragging along my legs, my thighs, until she straddled my waist again. My cock nudged her ass, desperate for friction.
Now her mouth found my nipple.
She licked it first—flat, broad stroke of her tongue—then circled the tight bud, flicking it until it hardened under her attention. Her teeth closed around it gently, tugging, while her hand found the other nipple and pinched hard.
I snarled, arching into her mouth. “Bite me—fuck—harder—”
She did—fangs grazing as she bit down, not breaking skin but close enough to make pain bloom into pleasure. Her tongue soothed the sting immediately, sucking hard while her fingers twisted the other nipple viciously.
I was writhing now, wrists pulling at the ties, the headboard creaking under my strength. “Maureen—your fucking mouth—going to make me come just from this—”
She switched sides, lavishing the same attention—lick, suck, bite—while her hips ground back against my cock, smearing her slick all over me.
Then she slid lower.
Her breasts pillowed against my abs as she kissed down my stomach, tongue dipping into every scar, every ridge of muscle. She bit my hip bone—hard—leaving teeth marks that healed almost instantly but stung like hellfire.
Lower still.
She knelt between my spread thighs, hands pushing them wider, exposing me completely. My cock stood straight up, thick and veined, knot swollen at the base, pre-cum beading at the tip.
She looked up at me through her lashes, silver eyes glowing with heat. “You’re so hard for me… leaking like a desperate slut.”
I groaned, hips bucking. “Suck it—please—wrap those pretty lips around my cock—”
She leaned in, breath hot against the head, but didn’t touch. Instead, she licked a slow, teasing stripe from my balls up the underside—tongue flat and wet—stopping just below the tip.
I cursed, wrists straining. “Fuck—Maureen—don’t tease—”
She did it again—slower—lapping at my balls, sucking one into her mouth gently, rolling it with her tongue while her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, stroking lazily but not enough.
I was panting, growling, begging. “Please—suck me—let me feel that hot mouth—”
Finally, she parted her lips and took the head in—slow, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the slit to taste my pre-cum.
I roared, hips snapping up, but she pinned me down with surprising strength—her heat making her bolder, wilder.
She took me deeper—inch by inch—until half my cock disappeared into her mouth, throat relaxing to take me. She bobbed slowly, hollowing her cheeks, hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.
“Fuck—your throat— so tight—gag on it—”
She did—pushing deeper until she gagged, eyes watering, but she didn’t stop. Saliva dripped down my shaft, mixing with her slick as she worked me faster, head bobbing, free hand cupping my balls and rolling them gently.
I was close—knot throbbing, balls tight—when she pulled off with a wet pop.
“No—” I snarled, wrists yanking at the ties. “Don’t stop—fuck—let me come down your throat—”
She crawled back up, straddling my hips, her dripping pussy hovering just above my cock. “Not yet,” she whispered, voice hoarse from sucking me. “I want you to beg for my cunt first.”
I broke again. “Please—slide that wet pussy down on me—ride me until I knot you—breed you—fuck, Maureen, I need to fill you—”
She sank down slowly—torturously—taking every inch until her ass met my thighs, knot pressing at her entrance.
Then she started riding.
Hard. Fast. Relentless.
Breasts bouncing, head thrown back, nails digging into my chest as she slammed down over and over.
I was a mess—growling, begging, wrists raw from pulling. “Harder—fuck—take my knot—make it stretch that greedy hole—”
She ground down viciously, and the knot popped in—wet, obscene—locking us together.
We both screamed.
Her orgasm hit—walls crushing my cock in brutal pulses, slick flooding around the knot.
I followed—roaring, hips jerking as I pumped thick ropes deep inside her, breeding her full.
She collapsed on me, trembling.
But she wasn’t done.
After a moment, she untied my wrists with shaking hands.
“Now fuck me,” she whispered. “Hard.”
I flipped us in a blur, pinning her beneath me, and did exactly that—until the sun set and she was a sobbing, knotted mess.
My perfect, filthy Luna