It was an out-of-body experience; or so, that’s how it felt. I wasn’t expecting to have a second run-in with Marlon Roessler, and I certainly wasn’t expecting him to be embracing me as he was.
Yet still, I didn’t mind it. Because I too wanted to embrace him. I no longer felt like myself and I no longer felt as though I was in control of my body. Something was taking over, and I could no longer help myself.
His strong arms were wrapped around me, and I could smell the strong musk coming from his body. My eyes found his, the light blue droplets of colors that poured into my soul, leaving me breathless and hypnotized by his magnetic pull.
I had noticed how incredibly beautiful he was when I first initially met him; his face was unforgettable, despite how terrified I was. But having him standing there with me, as I’m entangled in his arms, he was a whole new level of beauty, and for whatever reason, I no longer felt fear towards him. Only lust. A lust that I couldn’t explain.
I read a lot about the Roessler family in my commoner days. Marlon Roessler was the most honored nobleman, master of the Roessler family, and the only one capable of competing with the King himself. Only the most fierce and coldblooded can dare compete with the King and Marlon happens to be that werewolf.
Marlon was married to Ashley Roessler, though it was known to be a loveless marriage up until the tragic day of her death. I remember hearing of her death a few years ago and how it practically destroyed the nation. She was found in bed, her body riddled with poison. Naturally, everyone assumed it was Marlon that killed her, but it turned out to be a maid that Marlon later had executed.
It was from my understanding during my time in the commoner’s village, that Marlon and Ashley married at 18 years old; I read somewhere that Ashely was part of another noble family. Once they became married, they had twins, Bob, and Alex. The twins compete with being the sole heir, though, it seems as though Alex is taking things a little more seriously. Whereas Bob would rather have fun and cheat on his exams.
Marlon, being only 36, was the richest man in the empire. He’s respected by all but feared by most. Especially the slaves. His loath for black-furred werewolf slaves makes him the deadliest to us. Yet somehow my inner wolf wanted him. She was still tugging at me and pulling me closer to him; I could almost see the dark aura of his inner wolf trying to escape from his body and trap mine.
It was almost as though I was being begged to give in to my desires. But my desires were wrong. Everything about this felt wrong. He was a superior nobleman that could have me killed in seconds. His gaze was dark and sent my skin crawling.
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as he touched his fingers to my face. My hazy purple wolf and his scarlet silver wolf linked together as one unit. My heart remained to beat heavily against my chest and heat closed around me, making it almost difficult to breathe.
He was a man I was supposed to loathe. It was because of him and those like him that my life has been turned upside down. It was because of the higher-ranked hierarchy that I was taken from my home and placed on a slave farm, to begin with.
Beaten, starved, tortured, and raped. My hands shook as I tried to resist him but the more, I resisted the temptation, the more my wolf cried for me to stop. She wanted him.
The lustfulness of the drugs wanted him.
I was no longer in control.
I was breathless of his beauty and his embrace when his lips found mine. The sweetness of his mouth against mine sent another flash of heat through my body and sent my mind into turmoil. The softness of his tongue was hypnotic as he explored my mouth, curiously and passionately. I ran my fingers through his soft mane; I wanted to get tangled up in his silver locks.
He pressed me against the counter, and I could feel his erection through his pants and poking me delicately in my inner thigh. I breathed into him as he deepened the kiss. Feeling his closeness and reeling into his touch.
Breaking from our embrace, he grabbed onto my wrist and pulled me gently alongside him. “Not here,” he said, keeping his voice low and husky.
I could hardly feel my legs as I walked with him through his manor. I was glad to see nobody was around, then again, he probably wouldn’t be bringing me through the manor if there was a risk of being seen.
His room was on the next story. He pushed open his wide doors and allowed me to enter. I didn’t have the time to gather my surroundings before being tangled in his arms once again. Being pressed against his bedframe, he lifted my ragged gown over my head, revealing to him my naked body.
His hot breath on my body sent chills down my spine as his tongue moved in circular motions around my n****e. Tugging it gently with his teeth and allowing them to become hard within his mouth. My head flew back as the weight of him grew intense.
I moaned as his bite only sharpened and most of my breast was in his mouth.
I placed my hands on the bare of his back and pressed his lower half further between my legs. I felt his erection, through his pants, pressing against my v****a. Moaning again, I thrust my hips, rubbing myself onto him. Feeling the sensation of his hardness against my clit and allowed that sensation to deepen.
This seemed to please him.
Spreading my legs further apart with his hands, he shifted his position so that his mouth could reach my most sensitive areas. I felt the softness of his tongue and the warmth of his breath on my clit. He worked his tongue in circular motions; my moans seemed to intensify his actions. His teeth tugged at my clit gently and almost playfully. I screamed out as the pleasure became too much. His soft saliva dripped down my v****a, mixing in with my juices.
He pulled himself from me and began sending small, tender kisses up my torso until he reached my breasts again. I could smell myself on him and wanted to taste it. Leaning forward, my lips found his; I allowed my tongue to explore his mouth and took in the salty taste that lingered on his lips and tongue.
Working to remove his pants, I helped him kick them off the bed, leaving him completely bare. His erection was now free, and he was between my open and waiting, legs. I drew in a deep breath as he teased her clit with the tip of his mushroom.
My legs grew shaky as I worked to wrap them around his waist and pulled him close, easing him inside of me. The growth of his length filled me, leaving my body feeling tingly with a heated desire for more. He thrust until there were no more inches to enter; beads of sweat poured from his forehead and mixed in with mine. I opened my mouth to taste the salty droplets of his sweat on my tongue.
The sounds of our passion echoed through this room; my screams for more and his cries of satisfaction mixed to form one erotic voice. His closeness was practically suffocating but I wanted him to be closer.
I needed more of him.
He rolled onto his back, allowing me to be on top of him. This was new territory for me, But I wasn’t in control of myself. It was an out-of-body experience I didn’t quite understand but wasn’t about to question. I slowly moved my body up and down; he held his hands behind his back and kept his eyes closed tightly.
I threw my head back as I picked up some speed. My breasts bounced loosely in front of me; he cupped them in his hands and tugged at my n*****s as I continued to ride on top of him. Pulling me close to him, his tongue rounded the perimeter of my n****e, tugging it with his teeth until I cried out for him.
I could feel my climax growing and could no longer keep it to myself.
He grasped onto my hips steadily as I climaxed on top of him. It only took a few more moments for him to join me in the climax. His sweet release was warm and sticky and ran from my v****a and down my legs as he slowly pulled himself out.
Collapsing on top of him, I was left breathless. We were both breathing heavily as our body temperatures began leveling out.
I rolled to the side and lay next to him in his bed, trying to grasp what had just happened. His breathing had lightened, and I knew he had fallen asleep. I could feel sleep about to overtake me as well but the utter horror of the events that just happened kept me awake.
What just happened??!
I felt as though I was drunk. I was lightheaded and confused.
The food… or the milk. It must have been one or the other.
Marlon Roessler was the same werewolf that despises the dark-furred slaves; the one who could kill me without a second thought. As soon as I ate and drank, my body began to feel hot, and I began to feel lustful. The same thing must have happened to Marlon.
It was a night of drugged-up passion and there’s no denying the fact that it shouldn’t have happened.
There was also no denying the fact that as soon as Marlon woke up from his drugged-up state, my fate was unavoidable.
He’s going to kill me.