The forest felt different now. [Primal]

It once was a place of silence and shadows, whispering of vast, untamed dangers in the dark. It was his domain, and I was a part of it. His scent clung to the earth, the trees, and even me. I was claimed beneath the full moon. Marked forever. My body still ached from his possession. I remembered the fear of the act, the ache in my stomach that told me to run. It was still there, settled as a reminder that I was owned by the wolf. A tether binding me to the beast who made me his own.

And I wanted more.

I stood at the river's edge, our wedding bed, bare feet pressing into the damp soil. My toes curled as the cold night pricked my skin. The moon was whole again, giving the forest a cast of silver light. I knew it was an eerie brilliance reflected in my mate's eyes. I shuddered at the thought of that night, my hand rubbing my bare arm as I waited for him.

Somewhere in the distance, I could hear the rustle of movements. It was something large and powerful running towards the river as our blood called to each other. I felt the yearning between my legs for him. He was near. He was watching me. I smiled.

I wanted him to watch.

Slowly, deliberately, I slipped my fingers beneath the hem of my dress. The thin fabric was lifted inch by inch, exposing my bare skin to the night. I wore nothing under it, knowing that my mate needed me naked as he was. Already, I could feel the wetness between my legs and the heat curling in my belly. My pulse quickened as I brought my hand down my stomach towards my sex, rubbing my bundle of nerves.

I knew he could scent it. My longing. My need. My desire.

I heard a low growl rumble through the trees. I bit my lip in anticipation, which was thrumming through me like a live wire. “Come to me, my beast!” I pleaded to the air as I spread my stance, knowing my scent would catch the wind.

Rolling my shoulders allowed the dress to pool at my feet. I was bare beneath the moon. Silver light bathed my being, the cool night pebbling my nipples, but it was neither of these that made my body shiver.

I sensed him.

The shadows moved between the trees. They stood like silent soldiers watching me. His glowing eyes of molten silver peered out at me, filled with a hunger that wasn’t for his belly. “Do you want me?” My voice was a whisper of a tease. I took slow steps forward, baring myself to him completely. “Come take me.”

A low and guttural snarl echoed through the woods as he lunged forward.

Before I could draw another breath, he was upon me. The sheer force of his force knocked me back against the damp earth. His heat surrounded me, his scent flooding my senses. Musk, wild world, power, and possession.
His muzzle brushed my throat, his breath hot and panting. He trembled with excitement, barely holding himself back. His control was slipping.

He rutted against me, the heated cock of his rubbing my nude form, leaving a trail of precum that glistened in the night.

I spread my legs beneath him, arching my lips and letting him feel my need. It was an invitation for him. “I’m yours,” I whispered. “Retake me,” I begged.

His deep growl vibrated through my bones. His tongue flickered out, dragging over my sensitive skin along my neck to claim me, taste me, making me his once more.

And then he moved lower.

The hot breath of the beast skimmed over my breast. His tongue washed over my nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure to spur through me. I whimpered out with pleasure as he took his time, savoring and teasing me as he pressed his hardness against me.

But I needed more.

I squirmed beneath him, whispering and spreading myself wider to him. “Please!” I begged urgently to the beast, my fingers tangling in his thick fur, guiding him down.

He owned me.

His powerful form shifted, and his mouth was on me. His tongue slid between my folds, just as slow and deliberate as I while he watched. He drank in my taste, sending pleasure through me like a roaring fire. His tongue was relentless, stroking, curling, and teasing me. He’d growl against me, sending vibrations in shockwaves through my core. I withered, lost to the sensations, my cries swallowed by the night as he feasted on me like I was his last meal.

“Yes,” I moaned as my fingers tightened into his fur, my hips rolling to meet each stroke of his tongue.
He pinned me down with his weight, his hunger insatiable. His tongue lowered, flickering over the tight ring of muscle, a wicket tease that surprised my body. I should have been shocked or embarrassed, but all I could feel was desire and a primal ache for more.

He held me there, slow and possessive, his breath hot against my skin. My body responded with an instinctive shudder as I surrendered to him, my body offering itself to him in every way.

It was his. I was his. He owned every inch of me.

I felt the shift in him before he moved. His body coiled tight on top of him, and his growls deepened into something darker and more final. I barely had time to brace myself before he mounted me. I gasped sharply as he filled me in one swift, claiming thrust. The stretch burned me raw and overwhelming, but it only heightened the pleasure spiraling through me.

He owned me.

His body moved over mine in a powerful, unrelenting way. Each thrust drove him deeper into me. His nails on either side of the earth dug it up and bit into it. My cries were swallowed by the wind as he rutted into me with his entire force, his maw coming back to my neck to bite along the flesh.

The pleasure was blinding and too much and not enough all at once. I clung to him, allowing my nails to drag through his thick fur as my body trembled beneath his. I was surrounded by the sheer wildness of it all. I may have seduced the beast, but he had broken me.

His pace grew frantic and desperate. His growls vibrated through me as he drove us both toward oblivion. I could feel the tension in him building and the way his body coiled against me, that he was on the edge as close as I was.
He bit me.

It was a sharp, possessive clamp of his teeth against my shoulder, and I shattered against him. Pleasure tore through me like a storm over the eldritch forest, my body convulsing and tightening around him. My climax crashed down in waves, and I could feel myself tightening against his rigid cock, milking it.

He snarled against my skin as his thrust turned brutal. Erratic, rutting, and pure primal until he found his own release. He buried himself deep inside of me, marking me inside and out as his cum filled me in ropes, his knott kissing just inside of my feet, refusing to waste a drop.

The pain and pleasure tore through me like a storm. My body was still convulsing in its own pleasure as my body mended together. We lay there, tangled, panting, our bodies slick with sweat. The scent of sex claimed the woods around us, filling the night air.

I stroked his fur, feeling the tremble in his muscles as he relaxed, allowing his breath to return to his heaving chest.

“You’ll never let me go now, will you?” I asked softly, teasing, but I already knew the answer.

A low, content growl rumbled through him as he nuzzled against me.

I was his.

Forever.