The Beast's Virgin Claim

There are several tall jars filled with water to drink. It shall last us for days but why would we even need so much? It is not like Phobos would eat me for three nights straight it is only for tonight and then we shall return home tomorrow after daylight to continue with our duties. I take a peek at the bedding encased with fur for comfort and the crackling fire lit right in the middle. It is a cosy place I like it.

Phobos kneels upon the mattress loosening the strap of his loincloth clutching a bottle of a clear liquid that holds the density of oil.

"Come Theia." He commands turning those stormy eyes to peer up at me.

"Already? J-Just like that?"

"Yes just like that."

"I-I wish to talk."

"Talk?" He questions with bafflement to my wishes. I nod in response for I am too nervous at the moment and conversing with him shall definitely calm me. He stares at me with narrowed eyes for a few seconds as though contemplating whether to follow through with my wish or simply yank me there and rip the dress off me. He shifts to a sitting position and pats the vacant space in front of him obliquely telling me that he will do as I ask.

Once I am seated he is prompt to grip my right ankle setting it over his thigh to gently unlock the anklet and put it away to the side beside the lantern.

"Why did you not tell me that you would chase me?"

"Because it would spoil the fun." He answers whilst carefully removing my left anklet.

"I-I was taken aback you know? It was not enjoyable for me." I huff folding my hands across my chest a small pout on my lips. He does not reply to me merely crawling forward closing whatever distance is left between us to turn slightly and discard the remaining freesias from my hair. Each male chose the flower they would like their females to wear and mine chose freesias of course for it is my scent.

Phobos runs his fingers through my hair untangling my braids setting my long locks free to slip down my shoulders. He is very withdrawn he usually isn't this silent and it enhances my nervousness. Dilated ocean blues commence their wicked path down my body examining my naked flesh for I have worn the attire of the females of this land.

"I was caught off guard. To see you in that dance wearing...this." A single claw of his is set free to rip down the lace from the centre of my breasts all the way down to my moistening cunt splitting the dress into two. The tip of his claw gingerly feels up my swollen clit with a fleet upward stroke and I gasp with shock at his antics whilst I lift my wide doe eyes to meet his perverted ones.

Cunning fingers clamp around my slender ankles roughly yanking me down a minute squeal leaving my mouth in the process as he lays me beneath him his brawny being hovering over mine. This crafty male laid the prey net and I innocently walked right into it, he lured me in with a naughty plan already registered in the depths of his mind and I foolishly fell for it.

"You said we would talk," I whine my palms resting against his chest endeavouring to create space between us.

"Did you honestly think I would simply sit and talk with you on the mating mattress Drah? I do not possess that kind of patience anymore I have spent it all. I have waited enough don't you think?" He asks as his eyes dwell on my heaving breasts for he is distracted by them by the hypnotizing way they move every time I breathe. When he unites his orbs with my shy ones his own darken further revealing to me the height of his lust.

"Do not look at me like that." I gaze away from him turning my face to the right my limbs covering my breasts from those thirsty eyes of his.

"Like what? How am I looking at you?" His voice is getting hoarser with each passing minute and I seem to be the cause. He presses the pad of his thumb upon my lower lip rubbing against the smooth moist surface only to sensually tug it down and let it leap back to its place.

This sly male is aware of the answer to his question but he simply wants me to say it he wants to hear the truth from my mouth. "L-Like you want to swallow me up," I whisper shyly.

"That is true. That is what I desire." He utters loosening the lid of the bottle to slide in his first two fingers deep inside coating them all the way up to his knuckles. "This will be a little cold, Theia."

He does not give me time to pay heed to his warning for he slowly impales his middle finger into my soaked cunt spreading the oil all around the tight band of my vaginal hole. He is so focused on his task that he does not regard the way my hips indecently buck and quiver to his gentle thrusts just begging him for more.

When he casually injects his forefinger inside me to accompany the first I cry with delight my head collapsing upon the feather pillow for I have never felt such pleasure before not even when I touched myself. He is relaxing my pussy to feast on what he shall provide I understand this yet I am also conscious of the intense pain I must undergo whilst he stretches my famished doused cunt. I involuntarily hoist my hips for him so he can proceed deeper with those long fingers of his, I am so shameless.

Phobos is rushing, in no way is he seeking to take it slow between us or let me adapt to the strange feeling of having something inside me. His eagerness I behold with clarity as though every drop of his control has been drained and now all he is left with is a raw carnal need to satiate his craving of my flesh.

"This won't do. I need to get you wetter." He speaks as I boost my head slightly to regard him. Wetter? I am literally flooding the place with my bodily fluid why does he wish for me to leak even more?

My filthy male wrenches open my legs and I gulp immediately shutting them back protecting my soggy pussy from his salivating mouth. Hushed flustered whimpers depart my mouth for I know exactly what he wishes to do to me. He wants a drink.

"Theia." There is a hint of a warning in the tone of his croaky voice.

"Anything but this. This is too embarrassing."

"Spread your legs or I will force you to."

"You cannot push me, Phobos," I grumble baring my canines to him in a challenge. He takes in a deep steady breath calming himself to the storm I am causing within him by my stubbornness. I am deliberately keeping away from him what he desperately wants and this he finds tantalizing.

"I shall count to three. You either do it on your own or I make you, my freesia. One."

I sit up wriggling backwards away from him shaking my head side to side with disapproval of this unyielding male. "No."

"Two." He propels himself forward slithering towards me like a serpent chasing after a mouse his ardent globes following the trickle of fluid leaking out from my pussy which wickedly trails after me.

"I said no, Phobos! I-I cannot do it why do you even wish to taste me down there?"

"Three.." This male does not listen to me as though his ears have been blocked for he hastily shoves his palms into the minute crack amid my quivering thighs forcing my legs open despite my endless struggle.