The Beast's Virgin Claim

The potent smell of a deceased campfire stirs me awake from a deep slumber. Shifting to my right with my eyes still closed I drowsily pat the mattress beside me seeking his warmth only to be greeted by a cold emptiness. Where has this male gone so early in the morning?

Arising to sit up is arduous for my muscles have cramped up in different places my cunt is mildly sore from last night's events. Yet I feel quite refreshed for I am without pain and charged with energy. Are these some sort of after-effects of mating? I expected to be more worn out and weak.

My cheeks burn wildly to the wicked images my mind sends forth for me as a morning present. The way my male mercilessly devoured my flesh, his hot touches and sinful moist kisses. It was a different kind of feeling indeed not solely physical but it awakened something within my soul for before I slipped into the darkness of sleep I felt...whole.

That sensation of him inside me sealed that voidness that persistently lingered and that dire need to feel our bodily connection. I hadn't deemed mating to be this healing, my soul sings as though it is rejoicing our belated union. Sex isn't purely physical it divinely unites souls and I discovered that yesterday. It is truly a magical feeling of being one with your moon blessed and despite it being unbearably painful at times throughout our mating it destroyed that small impenetrable space that often remained between us.

Gently patting my belly a minute smile spreads across my face, he will fill me up again today and perhaps soon over time a new life I shall birth. Our little beast running around the pack lands who will mirror both his father and me, a beautiful creation we would have made together as one. I cannot wait to have a family with my male...a real family.

Cocooning myself within the fur blanket I stand up waddling like a penguin towards the tent entrance struggling to walk whilst taking slow steps waiting for my body to gather its energy. Drawing open the tent flaps I meekly peek outside hunting for my moon blessed only to be welcomed by a gloomy sky and a tranquil river. Where is Pho-

"You are awake." I startle wincing at his sudden voice that catches me by surprise. Stepping out of the tent looking behind towards the thicket I spot him standing still on the trail to the pack grounds simply staring at me. His hair is loosely tied, the white paint of the mating ceremony washed off and he looks fresh.

"Where are you going?" I ask with interest.

"I am just returning. I went to get you something to fill your belly and something clean to wear for tonight." He utters striding towards me carrying a bowl, some fluffy pillows tucked beneath his arms and a random dress he picked from my cupboard.

I gulp audibly to his advances taking a timid step backwards my cheeks once more burning as I vividly remember what he did to me last night, my shyness absolutely cannot calm in his intimidating presence. It is challenging to face him to boldly to meet those enticing eyes of his. Yet unlike me, Phobos seems weakened the heavy dull bags underneath his swollen eyes show to me his lack of sleep.

"Thank you," I whisper whilst he stoops down to enter the tent as it is too low for his height only to set my neatly folded dress upon a nearby stool.

"How do you feel, Theia?" He asks concern conveyed distinctly in his voice from the way he speaks to me. When he begins tidying up the tent, setting the new pillows down upon the mattress and plucking the scattered feathers from the ones he tore apart the second he entered me last night I flush deeper at his antics. Is this male bothering me on purpose?

"Good," I say whilst nervously playing with my fingers and gnawing on my lower lip. He proceeds forward towards my flesh to delicately cradle my face in his palms his thumb brushing across my cheekbone.

"No pain?" His voice is faint and soft his stunning blues plunging into mine seeking my truth.

I shake my head in denial gazing up at him with my bashful doe eyes. "No pain."

"I am happy to hear that." He exhales with relief.

"Did you not sleep last night?" I ask frowning with confusion. What had this male been doing all night instead of resting?

"I did." A swift flash of teeth I offer him not fancying his blatant dishonesty.

"Do not lie to me." I gnarl with a light punch to his chest earning a sigh from him. He merely clutches my wrist hoisting it up to his mouth to lightly set his lips over my pulse, a sign of his affection.

"No, I did not rather I could not."

"Why?"

"I was tending to you and my beast all night." He says whilst sluggishly picking up a wooden cup from the table and opening the lid of one of the jars to get himself some water.

"I do not understand."

"I left to Vdce's hut to request her to provide me with an ointment that would help relieve and heal your-" He peers down at my cunt and I blush profoundly. "She gave me something to apply inside you and after I had finished glazing your walls I spent some time licking you."

"L-Licking me? Down there?" Goodness, how fatigued was I that I did not wake up to his tongue in my cunt?

"You know a mate's saliva repairs, my freesia. I cleaned your flesh too with lukewarm water so you would feel refreshed and I am glad for it seems to have worked."

"You did not need to do all that for me, Phobos."

"It is my responsibility as your male, Theia and I only aided you to sleep better during the night without discomfort so you would feel well today." He utters coolly, stepping out of the tent with me following closely behind.

"And what of your beast?"

"He wished to break our agreement and take you once more, my arousal had excited him again but I couldn't do that to you so I fled your warmth to sit by the trees and pacify him."

"You managed to calm him? How?"

"Yes, I did what I had always done before I brought you here."

"And what is that?" Did he begin some sort of a psychic battle between them?

"I repeatedly stroked myself to the image of your uncovered flesh and the sounds of your mewls until I found release...several times I couldn't keep count." The way this male can deliver such impure words so nonchalantly without feeling even a little sheepish never fails to astonish me.

"Why did you not sleep back at home, Phobos?"

"The four walls have your scent imprinted within and it would have fired him up further moreover there was no alternative for I couldn't leave my newly mated female unguarded sleeping in a flimsy tent in the darkness."

This male went to seek aid in the middle of the night and spent the entirety of his energy caring for me whilst enduring severe torture from his beast who continuously clawed at him from the inside demanding to be set free so he can fill me up once more. He silently sat by the trees out in the chilly breeze keeping guard whilst battling his own needs all because I could sleep peacefully and heal without disturbance.

"And what about this here? Does this not crave anything?" My male questions placing his palm over my belly his fingers caressing the supple flesh of my hips. He is asking me if I am not hungry.

"That tickles, Phobos." I giggle playfully swatting at his arm as he lovingly gazes down at me with a soft smile lingering on his lips. "And I am starving. Feed me." I bounce on the heels of my feet as he draws to him to coil his limb around my waist and tuck me to his side.

"Come. Eat something." He guides me outside towards the calm waters and helps me sit down upon the grass floor in front of a cut tree trunk stump. My eyes widen slightly when he hands me the bowl carrying the piping meal whilst I scan the familiar content.

"Did you make this?"

"Yes. I did." He nods in response.

"But this is banoffee porridge."

"I watched you make it for me several times. I simply imitated it." He utters while casually perching behind me upon the stump, parting his legs he inserts his palms under my arms to tug me backwards into the space between.

"I did not make it many times, I prepared it for you only once.. How were you able to follow it with perfection? I am truly impressed.