The Beast's Virgin Claim

Training with Phobos is sinfully...arduous. He has been teaching me all the ways to slay another with a knife over the past weeks and though I often find myself to be having fun during each session it never fails to test us.

On the first day of my training, we lasted merely a few minutes for after those minutes passed I had my uncovered breasts pressed against the smooth wood of our dining table with his calloused palm clamped around my neck, my dress hiked up to my waist whilst Phobos fed on my flesh from behind our kitchen walls imprinting my lusty mewls of pleasure and his wicked hoarse grunts. The second day of my training, I had my back driven against his bedroom door with my legs tightly bound around his waist and he once more feasted on my body.

Soon after Phobos made me wear less revealing clothes whenever we trained and he himself wore a shirt and pants concealing his bareness from my thirsty eyes. It seemed to be the only way to fight against our needs for our bodies often encountered the other in a filthy way whenever we sparred.

"Again." He utters calmly his hands clasped behind his back cool ocean blues gazing down at me keenly analyzing my movements. Gripping the stiletto knife tighter my teeth revealed to him I once more circle the brawny male seeking an opportunity that I can take to swiftly strike.

I have gotten quite good at this rather I learnt more quickly than we both expected and now I can bring down another wolf and efficiently protect myself but Phobos is another matter. He is unbeatable for this male is too skilled and smart he foresees my potential attempts before I do them.

Keeping my footsteps light as to conceal my exact location just as he taught me I sprint forward in a trial to tackle him down from behind, my legs coiled around his waist my left limb forced around his neck I strive to position the tip of the knife I hold in my right palm over the side of his throat aiming for the direct kill. Phobos grunts to the intensity of my attack and my sudden weight that is thrust upon his body but he stands still for me. "Keep this position. I will show you how your opponent might potentially react."

In a matter of seconds, the knife is ripped away from my hand at an unimaginable speed and while I am struck by surprise at his mastery in this Phobos simply secures his palms beneath my thighs the peaks of his claws indenting into my tender flesh and shoves me to the ground with ease.

A faint reverberating growl booms through my chest my wolf hunched low her predatory orbs glaring up at her moon blessed and with her lips pulled back she playfully gnarls at him. This male is not going easy on us at all. As I grapple to get up Phobos offers no aid watching me composedly but he is patient allowing me to take my time to get back on my feet.

Once I reposition myself and get into my attacking stance he hands me back the knife which I quickly grab onto.

"What have I told you, Theia? Of the five lethal places to annihilate another?" He asks seizing my wrist hauling me towards his flesh in one firm tug.

"The carotid artery, the axillary artery, heart, lungs and the liver," I state confidently.

"Good. Now I want you to try to go for my throat." He says and I nod in agreement. It will be hard, yes but what this male does not know is that I have memorised most of his counterattacks throughout the training and I am studying him in order to predict his movements.

Large fleet steps I take forward rushing towards him with the sharpened knife but he is agile to dodge each of my blows expertly swaying his body side to side not enabling me to go anywhere near his throat. My left leg is hoisted to get a tough hit at his abdomen that would make him falter yet he clamps his palm around my knee pushing my leg back down but it does not stop my advances.

When I swing the knife forward he seizes my wrists to roughly whirl me around locking my hands against my heaving chest and I am immobilized unable to get away no matter how much I fight. My back is squashed against his chest his nose plunged into the side of my neck and he inhales my addicting scent deeply allowing it to soak into his organs.

"Your wrists are too slender and your opponent shall take it to their advantage." He whispers heatedly into my right ear his voice muffled and throaty.

"How so?" I ask breathlessly for the ardent sparks that he excites from within my body to his fiery breath overwhelms me.

"It is very easy to crush them, Theia. So whatever you do make sure you give them no opening to your wrists." He utters carefully skimming his thumb over my pulse. A soft aroused groan is let out by him as he mildly thrusts his hips onto mine his eager cock nestled against my plump bum.

"Phobos." I moan his name so erotically he shudders to the way it slips past my throbbing lips.

"The feel of your quivering flesh in my arms is truly the definition of divine, Theia." He grunts gently grinding our lower bodies together as he commences to wickedly hump me. This is always how it starts for somewhere in our training we end up in an intimate position either with me below or in front of him and my male either behind me or above me. We find it very effortful to resist each other the passion between us never chooses to dissolve no matter how many times we feed on the other.

"You know the males of our pack envy me."

"Why?" I ask shifting my ass further onto his cock circling my hips rubbing against his erect shaft tantalising him. I know I am playing with fire for this male does not like to be teased.

A vulgar slap he gives my right fleshy ass cheek with his palm in punishment to my antics and I whimper aloud to the shot of pleasure it carries straight down to my dripping cunt, the filthy sound of his swat has my cheeks flare wildly. "Because your voluptuous body is sculpted by the goddess. It is unlike any other for no females possess such on our lands."

"In what way?" I want him to say it out loud, what about my body is so sinfully enticing.

Phobos cups my dangling breasts with his warm palms to coarsely squeeze and massage them, his forefinger and thumb tweaking at my upright tender nipples. "Large full breasts." He murmurs seductively whilst nibbling on my ear lobe. Leisurely gliding his palms down my trembling being he lays them flat upon my hipbones. "Pupbearing hips." I begin to pant to his naughty words and scorching touches. Finally, he settles his palms over my ass that is anchored to his cock. "And these two plump ample pieces of meat you have here just urging me to take a bite."

"That is all?" I question breathlessly whilst repositioning the knife in my hand entertaining him with my ass just waiting for the right moment for me to pounce.

"There is much more. Do you wish to hear them?" His moist lips caress my mark his teeth gnawing on the sensitive skin and an audible gasp escapes my lips as my body lurches forward knees directly weakened.

"Yes." I wheeze to the unmerciful onslaught that comes from my male and my thoughts and emotions are clouded by his leaking pheromones. His grip on my hips toughens as though his control is slipping from his fingers and he shall once more be consumed by his need to ravish me.

"Your thick pale thighs that crimson to each bite. Your slim ankles that do not need ornaments to look beautiful and your-" There is an audible hitch in his breath his eyes slightly widened for in between his dirty words I had spun around clasped my palm around his neck and now the knife is set against the side of this throat right over his pulse.

"I win." I grin evilly to which he raises his right eyebrow in question.

"And what is this?" He asks playfully narrowing his eyes at me.

"You told me the best way to defeat another is to take them by surprise and that is precisely what I did," I say my chest puffing up with pride in myself, all I needed to do was to distract this male and he easily succumbed to my temptation. "Did I do well?"