The Beast's Virgin Claim

"M-Moira? I do not think this is something he would like." I stutter gawking at myself in the mirror wide-eyed for the lace cloth that clings to my flesh is too...transparent. One can see everything from my ample breasts, my uncovered stomach all the way to the sheer black thong like panties that barely cover my mound.

"You look lovely, Luna. Your male would prefer to see you wearing the attire of our lands." She utters whirling me around to regard her whilst she dips her forefinger into the brass bowl that contains black ashy powder only to smear it over my eyelids and beneath my orbs. "This shall highlight your stunning eyes."

"I feel naked. Why must the females wear this?" I ask uncomfortably pulling at the loose strings of my dress. I will not be displaying my body to merely my male but to the entire pack.

"So that their males can effortlessly shred it off them." Her honesty makes my cheeks flare wildly. So many females will have their cunts fed tonight and I shall be one of them.

Yet for me, it is different for I am going to lose my virtue to not one but two distinct males. One is the male I grew up with and adore and the other a...monster. "I am very nervous," I utter whilst she paints my lips with a dense dark red liquid that smells sweet.

"Well considering your male is Phobos I suppose it is natural you would be." She chuckles fixing my braided hair that is adorned with tiny freesia flowers. "And if you are worried about the dance there is no need for you to be. You have trained for it devotedly till the start of spring and the females loved practising with you."

I know this but it is the fact that the males join in the dance halfway for we entice them and they submit to our spell. I hid my participation in this from my male for three months thinking he will simply watch but Moira told me he knows the dance well for all males learn when they are juveniles and that he will certainly join.

I have memorised the steps in terms of how to move with a partner to the beats but somehow everything that shall occur today both thrills and scares me. Phobos had familiarised me with all the events that will unfold between mates tonight like the formal actions that will take place before we head into our designated secluded tents.

I slightly stretch open the flap of the tent I had been getting ready with Moira for the past few hours to take a quick much-needed glimpse at my male. My eager eyes locate the rugged male relaxing on his throne dressed in merely a tight loincloth his hair unbound set loose his body and face enhanced with electrifying designs drawn from white paint like the rest of the attending males.

He chats amiably with Drakho and Awan his chin laid over his knuckles whilst pointing at the topic of their conversation. He looks...different. Wilder more alluring. I do a sensually slow sweep of his body from his bare calves up to his muscled thighs lingering on the outline of his cock that protrudes sinfully from underneath his loincloth. Teeth sink into my lower lip and I swallow what pools thirstily in my mouth soothing my parched throat. The rhythms of my heart quicken and I startle when my male frowns raising his nose into the air inhaling the cool breeze, his stormy ocean blues shifting instantly to where I am lurking.

I gasp sealing the flaps instantly hiding myself from him attempting to catch my breath. That male how did he know where I was? There are plenty of tents with distinct scents yet he detected my exact location with ease as though something was giving me away.

"Luna you are...leaking," Moira says her eyes dazed as she follows the trail of my creamy fluid running down my inner thighs making a minute puddle by my feet staining the tent floor whilst my cheeks burn with embarrassment. This is why he discovered me for he smelt my desire.

"I apologize, I seem to have no control over this. This has been happening quite a lot during the past days."

"It is natural Luna. Your body has been expecting what is to come. Most females mated to Alpha males tend to leak yet this is the first time I have witnessed it firsthand. It is quite interesting I must say." She speaks her truth for I tend to drip more than normal females and it worsened after I began to be touched by that selfish teasing male of mine.

The thunderous sounds of the drums commencing their beats have my heart hammer faster and I take in a deep unsteady breath clenching my fiercely trembling palms into fists. "Enjoy your three nights Luna. And please...bless us." She whispers her eyes peering at my belly a fond smile on her face. Shuffling closer to me she hoists the lace fastened around my neck to screen my nose and mouth so only my eyes remain in sight.

Moira draws open the flaps fully in time along with the rest of the tents and we females pace towards the bonfire lit in front of the two thrones. To each slow strike, we take a step forward as we practised the rackets of our anklets accompanying the drums.

A sudden awareness of my nude flesh apparent to every wolf here consumes me yet no male is looking at me their eyes are only meant for their females as they explore the crowd for their moon blessed. Phobos is restless a troubled frown settled amid his eyebrows staring unwaveringly at my tent for despite it being open he thinks I am still inside somewhere. He does not care for the dance he is hunting for his meal.

Stupid male look here. No, do not look at me I feel too exposed. But I did all this for him he must at least take a quick glimpse. I am fighting a damn war within myself his presence makes me feel so bashful more than the situation itself. As though sensing my inner fight Moira makes the final decision for me.

She casually creeps in the shadows of the night to stand behind my male's throne. Drakho and Awan seem confused by her abrupt appearance but she does not seem to mind them. She summons my male and he turns his attention to her and as soon as she has it she guides him directly to me with that mischievous finger of hers.

His frown deepens whilst he browses through the group of newly mated females listening to her revelation. My mouth is partly open and I pant like I am in heat for those wicked eyes to land on my quivering flesh. For him to find the most succulent prey meant purely for his belly among the rest.

When my male does locate me his eyes swell with profound astonishment and his body involuntarily lunges forward his fingers clutching onto the handles of his throne for dear life whilst his knuckles turn white to his immense self-control as he does an immorally sluggish but steady scan of my nude body beneath the lace from head to toe. I cannot breathe this is pure sizzling torture.

The fire blazing in front of us is nothing compared to what is raging within our bodies.

The dance commences my hips rotating in a circular motion my hands locked above my head has my male's breath hitch. The visible tremors that overtake his flesh reveal to me the surge of his boundless lust.. His darkened blues are bolted firmly on my breasts as he absorbs each naughty bounce that tantalizes him.