The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Run Luna. Krl is the fastest on our lands." Moira snickers playfully from the crowd.

"You barbarian!" I screech softly at him sprinting for my life into the trees the last I hear is his gruff chuckle at my words. My bare feet pound the earth to the pace I am scampering in I cannot see much but hear the shrill screams of the females being jumped by their males all around me adding to my stress. This is so unnecessary why can\'t things just be simple with this godforsaken pack?

Where am I supposed to even go? Just keep running until he grabs me? Moira said he was the fastest yet why have the other males already caught up with their females and I am still running? I pause in my course suppressing my hysteric pants striving to hear movement around me knowing it would be futile for my male possesses the attributes of a ghost. There is a very high chance he is watching me right now.

All I am met with are the blatant moans and mewls of females who are being attacked by their males on nature\'s floors scattered around the grounds. Scuffling farther into the trees I take the only track I know towards the river I frequently visit for this is the only place I can go and wait for him. A low whine leaves my mouth for my clothing has tears everywhere and my hair is dishevelled all this effort for that male, only lasted throughout the dance.

An unexpected noise to my left has me shriek shrilly and turn fearfully towards the source only to find absolute obscurity. It has gotten more tranquil now for only the lulling sound of the flowing river is heard. "P-Phobos?"

Slight movement to my right has me gasp and switch to the other side my uneasy eyes frantically searching for him. It seems as though he is shuttling past me at an unbelievable speed one I cannot keep up with.

Faint reverberating growls snatches my attention from behind me and I timorously turn around with broad eyes to be faced with two lustrous golden orbs that stalk me from behind a shrub. He merely watches me, the detectable variation of my breath and movements not wishing to come out from his hiding spot.

No, this is not my male this is his beast. He has been unobtrusively trailing me all this time playing with his prey before he devours it.

Understanding I have now discovered him he casually arises from his crouching position to stand tall in front of me. Fangs elongate indenting into the meat of his lower lip his saliva trickling down his chin for he has ultimately tracked down his dinner. My left foot unintentionally moves backwards as I grapple to breathe my body shivering to his advances.

This is no ordinary wolf I can see it from the way he is looking at me, from the way he sounds when he speaks that booms out his chest. His beast...scares me.

My wolf signals to him of her presence from within with muffled whines and whimpers and he unhesitantly answers her with his gnarls informing her of his desperate longing to meet her. They haven\'t met yet Phobos had advised me to keep her away from him until we have mated and I know this must have provoked the both of them. "Phobos," I call him softly to rise forward instead and take control but his beast denies my wish delivering an ear-splitting roar from his throat angered that I am not giving him the attention he seeks.

This is the other male who shall fuck me tonight. I-I do not know him well and this frightens me. He marches forward coming closer to where I stand and I gulp audibly, what will he do to me? Leaning towards my heat he shoves his nose onto the side of my neck sufficiently drawing in my scent as much as he needs breathing me in. This is the first time he is smelling me I think he likes the way I smell for his tongue is freed to leisurely lap up my flesh all the way from my collar bone to my chin.

He circles me often coming in to smell a different part of my body. In between my breasts, my neck, or my belly. As though he has concluded his quick inspection he squats by my feet golden globes gawking at my bare cunt sneaked behind the lace with a tilted head only to nudge his nose down there and sniff around as Phobos did with me when we met first. I simply stand still my eyes clenched shut not moving a muscle for I do not wish to pester him.

His palms clamp around my thighs holding me in place to continue on with the vigorous sniffing the tip of his nose encounters every part of my dampening cunt from my clit, my labia and my vaginal opening. Once he found himself to be pleased he finally sets me free enabling Phobos to take the lead not sparing me another glance.

"Theia." My moon blessed calls me lovingly knuckles brushing past my cheekbone as I open my timid eyes to greet my favourite pair of ocean blues. "Did he scare you?"

"A-A little," I whisper taking a deep breath pacifying the speedy beats of my heart a sigh of relief passing my lips.

"He frequently does what he pleases. He demanded that he chase you instead of me so I let him. I apologize."

"He simply wished to greet me I suppose for that is what he did." Phobos laughs at my words as though he finds them to be amusing.

"You thought he was greeting you? He was marking his territory Drah. The places he sniffed and licked you they belong to him after I have had my fill."

My eyes widen to his truth and I redden. So that was what it was. "Where is our tent, Phobos?" I ask him for now that the chase is over we can gradually progress to the main expected event.

"By the river, come I shall take you." He says opening his palm for me to take which I happily grasp onto.

"How come he never marked me or tried to mate me before if he always does what he pleases as you claimed?"

"We made an agreement. I get the first bite."

"Why did you make such a deal with your beast?"

"Because if he took his share first he would have injured you and I can make the experience less unpleasant and scary for you." He utters guiding us towards a large well lit tent imminent to the running river. It surely is more spacious compared to what was given to the others it reminds me of the tent I was shoved in on my first night here.. Pulling up the straps of my torn lace bra holding it over my shoulders I wander inside following his lead seeking warmth.