Episode Twelve You’re Mine

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Such pleasure. Has any woman ever experienced such heights of bliss before? I can't imagine so.

Deklan takes such good care of me. He's so tender, so careful to ensure his claws don't scrape my skin. Every touch is a sweet caress designed to make me feel good.

Every human man I know only wants one thing—to take. My mother was so absorbed in not being hurt by my father, or sent away, she barely acknowledged her three daughters. What she'd feared all along finally happened anyway. They sent her to the Punishment Tower for the crime of approaching forty.

My father never showed a speck of kindness, nor did any male I've ever known. These three animalistic males have shown me more compassion and affection in the last day than I've received in my entire life.

"I'm going to fuck you, Little Flower," Deklan says it like a statement, but the look in his intelligent blue eyes is full of questions.

Has any male ever asked my permission before? No. That he just did so fills me with fondness for him.

"Get on all fours and keep your promise. Tell me if you feel the slightest prick of pain."

At that, my heart bursts with affection. Is it even possible a male could care about my comfort?

I want the wolven to fill my channel, so I eagerly roll onto my hands and knees for him. He covers me from behind and I allow myself a moment to enjoy the feel of this. His warm, furred, muscular body is like heaven to me. For the first time in my life, I enjoy the type of safety I've only dreamed of.

He's so much smaller than Mirron I hadn't realized what an enormous male he is in his own right. Much larger than the Senator. Broad, powerful shoulders, firm jaw, even his fingers are rugged, capable. He used that awl like it took no effort to pierce through those hides when he was teaching me to sew.

His mouth is at my ear when he whispers, "My cock is different from others. The base of wolven cocks expand after we come. It's called a knot. We'll be locked together until the knot releases. I don't want you to be afraid."

He doesn't want to scare me? How sweet this male is.

When he places his cock against my folds, then slides it up and down, using my own juices to make us both slippery enough for him to enter me, I forget all about how sweet he is. Instead, that feeling I discovered yesterday comes back with a vengeance. Want. Need. Arousal. Desperation.

"Deklan."

He makes a masculine wolfish whimper when I say his name. He loves it.

"Alliana."

Him saying my name makes a thousand tiny flames lick through me. I see why he likes it. I've never been acknowledged during the act before. I've always been a nameless hole.

"Say it again," I urge.

"Alliana. Little Flower," he says as he nudges the tip of his cock into my drenched, needy hole.

For the first time ever, I initiate things, thrusting my bottom toward him. Taking rather than being taken.

"That's right Alliana, take your fill."

Lowering my shoulders to garner more leverage, I push back toward him, my pussy swallowing his cock an inch at a time. It's a heady feeling having control of this process. I pay attention to the bliss of being breached, the way my body expands to welcome him inside me, the feel of every thick vein, every nub as they make their way into my narrow channel.

A process that in the past never failed to hurt is pain-free. The opposite of pain. This is heaven. I could get addicted to this.

Deklan is holding himself back, that's clear. Just for me, he's still as a statue as I take my pleasure.

"That's right, Little Flower. You're doing so well. My little female is taking my big wolven cock."

He's kissing my back, my shoulder blades, each bone in my spine. When he nuzzles my nape, then the spot behind my ear, it sets off a chain reaction in my body that feels almost as good as the release he just gave me with his mouth.

Finally, I think his huge cock is all the way inside me without causing a wince of pain.

"Bliss, Alliana. Your warm, wet channel is bliss."

Settling my cheek and shoulders onto the furs, I present myself to him like an animal might. I feel no fear of this gentle male, and turn the mating over to him.

His large palm surrounds my neck, almost as if he's telling me he's taking over. Kneeling up to give himself better leverage, he pounds into me, grunting softly with every thrust.

He starts with gentle slides all the way in and almost all the way out. I'm slick with need, easily taking his thick, foreign cock. When he manages with no complaint or resistance, his thrusts become harder. It's a revelation. I like this.

After a few moments of this, the new feeling I've discovered, the desperate need, quickens inside me, then stalls.

"Harder!"

"My Little Flower wants it harder?"

He changes his position from kneeling behind me to hugging my back. He's hot, and his silky fur sensitizes me with every pulsing thrust. His hips are pounding me now. The soft grunts have changed into growls each time his pelvis slams against my ass.

I love it.

I feel the bulge at the base of his cock. It jams against my entrance every time he lunges against me. Perhaps I've lost my mind, maybe I've devolved just like the other animal-people on this planet, but I want him to ram it into me. I want his knot.

"I want all of you, Deklan," I say, my lips so numb I'm not sure he understood me.

He howls. One little yip of bestial pleasure, then he uses his powerful hips to hammer into me so hard his knot presses halfway in. How can it hurt and feel good at the same time? One more thrust and he's inside me.

His knot feels huge. I could consider this pain if I wanted, but I don't. It quickly turns to pleasure when I realize this wolven male is inside me, filling me, owning me in a way I never knew I wanted to be owned. But I do.

His jets are hot inside me, spraying against my internal walls as I spasm around him in pleasure. Moaning and writhing, I can't control my wordless scream of bliss as every muscle in my body tightens and relaxes around his welcome intrusion.

He eases us to our sides, then covers us with soft furs as he alternates between crooning soft words of appreciation and nipping my neck with his front teeth.

"Deklan," I sigh. I'm so spent, my lids flutter shut.

The last thing I hear before I fall asleep is, "You're mine, Little Flower."