me,” I
hesitantly order him.
“Oh, I will do
more than that,” he says temptingly. “I have missed you so much.”
He lifts my
dress and lowers my panties to my thighs. He takes me while we are both
kneeling, his hands outline my breasts, my buttocks, my hips, my belly and my
clit, leading me to ecstasy. He controls the rhythm of our erotic dance as
always and I relinquish myself to his knowledgeable guidance. His lips ignite
my flesh. His teeth bite delicately my lips, my back and my neck. Every time he
lifts me over his cock and glides me on it again, I feel him deeper, filling
me. It’s torturous, but it’s a pain I yearn. I need to feel him in the core of
my existence. So that no doubt regarding his love for me remains inside me. The
soreness that he will imprint on my body will be a testament to this moment we
make love. The moment we are one.
I spasm wildly to the most intense orgasm I have ever had until now,
bowing my body in front, helpless. He still thrusts in me until his
overpowering climax and crumples over me.
After we catch
our breath, we disentangle and lie on the ground cuddled. We are both too
exhausted to do anything else.
I can finally
caress his chest and explore his body freely. I look at him, smiling.
“What?” he asks.
“I love looking
at you. I know I haven’t asked for your permission, but I can’t help myself. I
could look at you forever.”
“You have earned
my permission, my baby. And the admiration is mutual. I could spend the rest of
my life gazing at your beautiful face.”
I blush and
lower my eyes.
“Calista…I want
to ask you something.”
“What?”
“I hope it’s not
too soon…But, well, since we both want to spend our lifetime looking at each
other...”
“What do you
mean?”
“There is a
ritual that binds a shapeshifter to a human. It has to be performed in the
presence of other shapeshifters. Would you like this?”
A grin is drawn
on my face.
“Are you asking
me to marry you, my Lord?”
“Something like
that. But I don’t know if you would want this. It’s a totally different ritual
from the one in your world.”
“How so? What do
we have to do?”
“I’m afraid I
can’t tell you. You will have to trust me on this one.”
“I do trust you,
my Lord.”
“Are you sure
you want to be bound to me, Calista? Do you want to be my wife?”
“Nothing would
make me happier.”
“Even if I am a
wolf who has nothing but a small hut by the lake? And even if I will always
demand your obedience and respect?”
“You already
have them and I offer them willingly, without you even asking for them. As for
the hut, it may be small, but I have had the most euphoric moments of my life
there.”
A beam of
satisfaction unfolds over his face.
“I am sure there will be more notable moments,” he whispers to my
ear and starts worshipping my body and soul once more.
No matter how
much I insist, he doesn’t reveal anything about the ritual. I am really
curious. He has only told me that there will be other couples of shapeshifters
who will be attending. Two of them have already come for dinner to get to know
them. They are really kind and down to earth. Nothing to do with the people of
my social status. I never got along with the nobles. So much judgment and
gossip is not my thing.
I am sad that my
parents won’t be attending my wedding. Then again, I don’t think they would be
so pleased to know their daughter is getting married to a poor wolf. Actually,
they would disown me if they ever found out about us. It would be a dishonor
for our family.
He has set the
date of the ritual three nights after he proposed. He has only told me that I
am to choose a beautiful dress from the ones in the closet and wear it. And
that whatever I am told I have to obey. Even weddings are a test in this forest.
Three girls
arrive early the afternoon of the wedding, so that they can help me prepare
myself. I protest saying I am capable of putting on a dress on my
hesitantly order him.
“Oh, I will do
more than that,” he says temptingly. “I have missed you so much.”
He lifts my
dress and lowers my panties to my thighs. He takes me while we are both
kneeling, his hands outline my breasts, my buttocks, my hips, my belly and my
clit, leading me to ecstasy. He controls the rhythm of our erotic dance as
always and I relinquish myself to his knowledgeable guidance. His lips ignite
my flesh. His teeth bite delicately my lips, my back and my neck. Every time he
lifts me over his cock and glides me on it again, I feel him deeper, filling
me. It’s torturous, but it’s a pain I yearn. I need to feel him in the core of
my existence. So that no doubt regarding his love for me remains inside me. The
soreness that he will imprint on my body will be a testament to this moment we
make love. The moment we are one.
I spasm wildly to the most intense orgasm I have ever had until now,
bowing my body in front, helpless. He still thrusts in me until his
overpowering climax and crumples over me.
After we catch
our breath, we disentangle and lie on the ground cuddled. We are both too
exhausted to do anything else.
I can finally
caress his chest and explore his body freely. I look at him, smiling.
“What?” he asks.
“I love looking
at you. I know I haven’t asked for your permission, but I can’t help myself. I
could look at you forever.”
“You have earned
my permission, my baby. And the admiration is mutual. I could spend the rest of
my life gazing at your beautiful face.”
I blush and
lower my eyes.
“Calista…I want
to ask you something.”
“What?”
“I hope it’s not
too soon…But, well, since we both want to spend our lifetime looking at each
other...”
“What do you
mean?”
“There is a
ritual that binds a shapeshifter to a human. It has to be performed in the
presence of other shapeshifters. Would you like this?”
A grin is drawn
on my face.
“Are you asking
me to marry you, my Lord?”
“Something like
that. But I don’t know if you would want this. It’s a totally different ritual
from the one in your world.”
“How so? What do
we have to do?”
“I’m afraid I
can’t tell you. You will have to trust me on this one.”
“I do trust you,
my Lord.”
“Are you sure
you want to be bound to me, Calista? Do you want to be my wife?”
“Nothing would
make me happier.”
“Even if I am a
wolf who has nothing but a small hut by the lake? And even if I will always
demand your obedience and respect?”
“You already
have them and I offer them willingly, without you even asking for them. As for
the hut, it may be small, but I have had the most euphoric moments of my life
there.”
A beam of
satisfaction unfolds over his face.
“I am sure there will be more notable moments,” he whispers to my
ear and starts worshipping my body and soul once more.
No matter how
much I insist, he doesn’t reveal anything about the ritual. I am really
curious. He has only told me that there will be other couples of shapeshifters
who will be attending. Two of them have already come for dinner to get to know
them. They are really kind and down to earth. Nothing to do with the people of
my social status. I never got along with the nobles. So much judgment and
gossip is not my thing.
I am sad that my
parents won’t be attending my wedding. Then again, I don’t think they would be
so pleased to know their daughter is getting married to a poor wolf. Actually,
they would disown me if they ever found out about us. It would be a dishonor
for our family.
He has set the
date of the ritual three nights after he proposed. He has only told me that I
am to choose a beautiful dress from the ones in the closet and wear it. And
that whatever I am told I have to obey. Even weddings are a test in this forest.
Three girls
arrive early the afternoon of the wedding, so that they can help me prepare
myself. I protest saying I am capable of putting on a dress on my
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