The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Feed me Drah. I am starving." He moans into my ear his tongue emerging out of his lewd mouth to sample the nape of my neck. Filthy hips thrust severely to pound over my plump bum whilst he cups my dangling breasts over the towel that seductively pools out his palms as he kneads them whilst I hold onto the window sill for support unable to stand to his untamed attack on my flesh.

He is so horny my oiled flesh has aroused his appetite I can feel it in the way he is inhumanly humping me and grinding his thick cock over my bum. I need to stop him for if this carries on I will give in to him and will not have the strength to oppose his craving.

Turning around tightening the knot of my towel which his notorious fingers loosened on purpose I gaze into his eyes. "I do not wa-" My male does not permit me to speak gripping my face roughly in his palms smashing his lips onto mine to consume my mouth whole. I whimper to the force of the kiss to the way he brutally handles me.

I am yanked and pinned down upon the bed his desire to ravage me is shown mercilessly on my body. His insatiable tongue is forced cruelly into my mouth whilst his hands rip my towel away from my flesh exposing my nudeness to his eager half hooded eyes.

He examines my large heaving busts my upright pink nubs that captivate him and my hairless slick cunt that drips spurts of fluid down my inner thighs. My body betrays me for his beastly aggressiveness it prefers it but my heart rebukes it for my mind shows the bleeding organ images of how tenderly he treated Moira.

I turn my head away as soon as he unzips his pant thirstily a compulsive greed swamps him in the waters of sin. While he prepares to pleasure himself to the display of my nudity all I can think is that I...I want to cry.

"Look at me, Theia." He grunts clasping my jaw heartlessly with his left hand overpowering me to submit to his excitable passion whilst his right works to rapidly massage the head of his fully awake swollen penis.

I shift my head to the side breaking our eye contact once more boosting my breasts higher for him to use. If he really needs a release he can choose some other part of my body this does not need to possess an emotional connection between us.

"Give me your eyes." He states a hint of impatience in his voice I can feel his perverted urgency I am merely delaying it.

"I do not wish to," I respond my voice is dull and indifferent.

"Do not provoke me my freesia especially when I am famished." He snarls he thinks I am teasing him that I am playing with him but this is not true.

I am withdrawn not responding to him keeping what he requires away from him stubbornly.

"Since you will not give me your eyes. I will seek another way." He states with seriousness as he dips his fingertip onto my leaking pussy circling my clit with his thumb. He wishes for me to get wetter so he can effortlessly grind his cock against my cunt.

"No stop it. Let go of me Phobos!" I shout struggling against his chest my voice cracking as I fight to suppress my emotions. I do not want this.

I see the anger confined in his eyes with precision for he has realised something is wrong with me. He seizes my jaw savagely once more urging me to peer into his searching orbs and I stay still whilst tears brim and work their way downward.

"Say it. Tell me what is bothering you, I cannot read your mind."

"Why?" I wail as his grip on me slackens his eyes turn soft as they stare down at me.

"Why what?"

"Why do you treat Moira so gently yet you are so cruel with me? Why must you touch her that way?" I question him rubbing my eyes submerging myself into darkness for I do not wish to see how he is looking at me right now. Like I am some sort of a juvenile beneath him.

There is a stillness that follows the room quiet with only the sounds of my faint weeping. He removes himself away from me heading to my cupboard he pulls out a snug sweater and woollen pants for the night returning to place them beside me. "Get dressed, it is cold."

I weakly arise listening to his words wiping my tears with the rear of my palms whilst he turns his back to me looking out the window noiselessly his hands fastened behind him as I hastily put on the clothes he gave me.

"Tell me would you rather I feel nothing for you, Theia?" He questions his visage concealed from me.

"W-What?"

"I know how it is. Males are gentle with their females and treat them delicately as though they are made of glass and could shatter anytime. You deserve that kind of touch but I cannot provide you with that."

"Why? Why can you give it to another female but not your moon blessed?"

"Because we feel nothing for them." He replies and I take a meek step forward towards where he stands. Is he speaking on his beast\'s behalf as well?

"I-I do not understand."

"My beast, every time you are near he demands to be set free so he can gorge you up. When I am with you it is both of our longing combined into one shown to your body. This is why I tend to unintentionally be...cruel."

"I-"

"Let me speak. You keep questioning my relationship my actions with Moira. We hold the same bond you have with my brother. There is no difference just as you both saved each other Moira and I did the same. Your doubts I find foolish for you are blind if only you can see how I truly feel for you. But at the same time, I will love your insecurities away and prove to you every time how much you mean to me." My eyes widen to his truth for this is the very first time my male has opened his heart a little for me to glimpse into.

"I-I simply did not like it."

"What did you not like Drah?"

"The way you slid her skirt up and how your fingers brushed her thigh."

"I have touched plenty of females before." I take in a sharp breath to his insensitive words. "But not the same way I touch you. I have helped with several injuries and learnt the trade of healing from Vdce for I had to as an Alpha. Will you punish me for this too?"

"No," I whisper shaking my head in denial.

"I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?"

"Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces.

"I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren\'t. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you."

"When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured.

"When I fuck you senseless."