Chapter 24

Remus

I took a large gulp of whiskey and locked my lips onto Zailah’s until her lips parted, and I allowed the pussy tinged whiskey to be transferred into her mouth. I gripped her jaw once she had swallowed the scotch as I gathered my saliva. Her eyes were on my lips, but the look of determination and depravity was exquisite. I squeezed her jaw and opened her mouth before I let my spit drip into her open mouth.

The bottle was placed beside us, and the attendant left, but I only had eyes for my filthy little she-wolf. I gently licked her lips, tasting the whiskey on her. Her dark brown eyes shone with defiance and unmitigated lust. Her pupils were dilated, but the more I scrutinised her eyes, the more I noticed the pattern and shades of brown in them. My cock throbbed within its confines, but I wanted her to savour fucking her on my plane.

I picked up the glass and swallowed the contents as I stared into her eyes. She greedily opened her mouth, and I obliged her by transferring the remaining liquid into her mouth. This time, I stuck my tongue in her mouth to taste us. She swallowed the whiskey before she kissed me back, and her eyes fluttered shut. The taste of her pussy and the whiskey was intoxicating.

I grabbed a handful of her hair, remembering when I first met her. Back then, it was straightened, but I loved the soft, dark curls that came with the wild volume. The natural look suited her. It was as wild as her. My Queen should never have to try to hide any part of herself. I broke off the kiss to see a dazed look in her eyes.

“You take whatever I give you,”

I said before I tapped her nose and stood up to unzip my trousers. We were in the air and on course now.

She glanced over at me before her eyes dropped to my hand as I eased my hard dick out of my pants. Her teeth grazed her lower lip, and I needed to feel her mouth.

“Get on your knees and lick this up,”

I said as I gripped my cock.

I didn't need to look down to know my cock was oozing out precum. She stood up with her breasts on display as she slowly knelt before me and took my cock into her hands. The contrast between her dark brown hands against my dick made me jerk in her hands. She glanced at my dick and didn't hesitate to lick all around the head before she sucked me into her mouth. Her full lips tightened around my cock as she began to move her head back and forth, drawing more precum out of me.

I sighed as her tongue began to rub against my length. Her mouth felt as good as her pussy, and the need to choke her with my dick became urgent. I gripped her hair and smiled at her.

“Open wide, darling,”

I said as I watched the panic flitter over her face.

I moved closer and held the back of her head before I thrust into her mouth. She gagged as I hit the back of her throat, but I held myself there as she tried to push me back. I pulled her head towards me and continued to move past her throat. She swallowed and retched simultaneously.

“I don't mind a little vomit,”

I murmured before I moved back slightly, only to thrust myself hard enough to push past her throat.

I gasped as her throat convulsed, and she swallowed around me. Her teeth grazed my cock, but I didn't care. When I felt the warm rush of liquid around my dick, I groaned while she choked on the whiskey she brought up. It dripped down my dick and soaked my balls. I didn’t stop trying to force my dick down her neck. I could bet my fortune on it that her cunt was soaked right now. Her eyes might be desperate and tear-filled, but she enjoyed being dominated because there wasn't disgust in her eyes. There was only lust.

“You're only halfway, and I don’t care how much you puke,”

I taunted. “Do better and relax that fucking throat.”

She blinked the tears away and gave me a dirty look as anger flashed in her eyes. I locked my fingers around the base of her skull and began to face fuck her. I didn't give her a chance to adjust. I held her and used her mouth until I was more than three-quarters of the way inside her.

Her fingers gripped my trousers as I began to pull her down the remaining length of my dick. When her face touched my trousers, I held her there while she made strangled gurgling noises. I took a few deep breaths as I enjoyed the feeling of her convulsing around me.

I gripped her hair to hold her in place before moving back and forth. If I didn't need to cum in her pussy I would have cum all over her face and hair. With a growl, I pulled out of her to watch her gasp for air while drool dripped down her chin and onto the floor.

I yanked her up and pushed her back onto the table, ignoring the bottle of whiskey as it fell and rolled off the table. She spread her legs for me, causing me to smirk as I pulled her black skirt up to her back.

“My dirty little slut, aching to be fucked. You know the deal. I want you to scream my name when you cum,”

I said as I rubbed the head of my cock against her slick pussy.

When I began to ease into her pussy she began to gasp and moan.

“Yes, yes. Oh, yes,”

she mumbled before she gripped the table and pushed herself back onto me.

I held her ass still as I enjoyed her pussy’s rapid contractions before she relaxed her muscles. When I began to move, I could see her wet folds around me and hints of her pink insides. I spread my legs and moved my hands to her waist before I began to fuck her vigorously.

When her cries of pleasure filled the cabin, I reached for her throat and pulled her up from the table. I held her neck to force her to arch her back so I could give her what she needed. She put one hand on the table and the other over mine.

“Oh, God. Yes. Ahhh. Yes, give it to me harder,”

she panted.

I shook my head in incredulity before I squeezed her neck until she struggled to breathe, and I began to hammer into her cunt like a madman. Her gargling and spluttering only made me want to nut deep and hard in her cunt. When she choked out my name, her body shook beneath me. My balls tightened up, and my fingers dug into her neck as my cum exploded into her clutching pussy. It felt as if every muscle in her cunt was choking my dick as I was with her neck. Her sweet ass twitched against my pelvis.

“Fuck,”

I groaned as I shot another jet of cum inside her. “Good girl, take it, baby—take what I give you.”

When she strained to inhale some air, I loosened my fingers and felt her body relax. I reached around to cup her breasts as I leisurely fucked my cum deeper. That was the hardest I’d ever cum, and I could say the same for Zailah. I wondered if we could fuck as werewolves because I would love to know if it was just as heated. I don't know what kind of imbeciles she dated before me, but the thought of them made me want to murder every single one of them. To purge them from her mind.

“You almost killed me,”

Zailah croaked out.

“Yet your cum is dripping down my balls because you came so hard,”

I said, squeezing her tits.

When she didn't reply, I kissed her shoulder and pinched her nipples, causing her to gasp with her pussy tightening around me.

“I think you're a closet painslut. Isn't that perfect for a sadistic villain?”

I drawled lazily as I pushed my hand down to her cunt to play with her clit.

Her breath hitched, and this time it had nothing to do with me choking her.

She was my dark Queen whether she admitted it to herself or not. We were created and destined for one another.

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The four-day break in the Canary Islands that I planned was working out as intended. Being away from the asylum had relaxed Zailah, and I observed every minute detail about her. Her expressions, body language, moods and her personality. I didn't miss that she did the same with me. I could always feel when her eyes were on me.

“Do you sleep with the strippers?”

I opened an eye to look at her, but she quickly looked away. Her eyes moved in the direction of the ocean.

“I don't want to get diseased,”

she mumbled.

“I got a blow job from one on the night I met you. I haven't touched anyone other than you since that night. Stop being so melodramatic, I've always used condoms.”

Her head whipped back towards me, but her brow was furrowed, causing her eyebrows to come together in a tight frown. I smiled and closed my eyes again.

I could feel her animosity.

“How about you kill every woman I've ever touched, and I will do the same with any—bastard that’s ever laid a single fucking finger on you,”

I said as incremental rage built up inside until I spat my words out in the end.

My eyes snapped open, and I glared at her.

“How many men have you fucked?”

I said while trying to remain calm.

She blinked at me as if trying to comprehend the sudden conversation turn.

The images of men fucking her sweet pussy or kissing those perfect full lips set my mind alight. I stood up on my towel and scowled at her.

“How. Many. Men. Have. You. Fucked?”

I said slowly, with deliberate pronunciation of each word.