Miracle of the Moon Goddess

15: Sweet Punishment

Celeste’s POV, after the lunch:

The rest of the lunch did not go uneventful. Terra made a pretense of teaching me a new mind exercise I needed to learn before becoming a concubine. Mother Safira’s fears were confirmed when Damien came to stand behind my chair. Before I knew it, he touched my temples and entered my mind. Terra wanted it to be a dual learning experience, so he made Damien do the mind-probing. It was nothing dual about it; I did not learn anything from this so-called mind exercise.

I hid my wolf and all the other secrets I have in my jewelry box. I did not reveal anything to Damien, even if I trust him with my life. He wanted to look at memories of us two together more than searching for secrets I might have. I thought it odd at first, but I guess it was his way of protecting me. He did ask about the jewelry box that went with us in every memory. I did as Mother Safira had told me to and took out the most recent items put in it; the jewelry I had just received as a gift from Lord Algar.

Finally free of Prince Terra, I walk back into my room. The bedsheets are changed, and to my dismay, the smell of Bjørnar is gone. I already miss him, and I want to have him close to me. Laying down on my bed, I wonder what will happen if I look for him.

Both Damien and Terra left after lunch, and Thea was ushered to offworld training as soon as she woke up this morning. There is no one at home except the slaves, and they know about the matebond. It should be safe to seek him out. Low chance of anyone finding us tangled together in a corner. 

The thought of being alone with my Bjørnar is enough for my core to warm up. I feel my p***y becoming damp, and I almost grind myself on the bed. Lifting the hem of my dress, I find a way to my slit. No doubt about it, I’m wet and ready for some attention. I widen my legs to masturbate away the horny ache in my body.

Closing my eyes, I let my finger slide into my wetness so that my fingers were well lubricated. I lift them back to my clit, making slow circles around it. I think of how Bjørnar teased his tongue around my pleasure button the night before and try to mimic his movement. It’s not the same; my body longs to be touched by another person, a mate.

I moan as I masturbate, only getting more desperate as the sweet scent of oranges and chocolate invades my mind. It drives me wild, but I cannot get to the point where I feel pure ecstasy. I can almost taste the oranges in the air, and my mind drifts to the one person I know smells so heavenly. I no longer wish for Bjørnars presence, but hers. Eldarion’s gift to me, the peacock slave. The mystery woman with enough anger in her eyes to melt me into a soft puddle. She is another of my mates, and I want her to f**k me just as much as I wished Bjørnar would do only seconds ago. The air in my room reminds me of her so much I utter the word mate for myself.

That’s when I hear rustling in my room. My heart jumps, and I lift my head. I see the peacock feathers I long to feel teasing me by the door to my bathroom. From the angle she is in, she can look straight home. She can see my fingers being deep inside me. I stop the desperate movements, but I let them stay halfway inside me.

“Don’t mind me,” she says. “I’m enjoying the show.”

Breathing hard, my arousal peaks even higher when I realize she has watched me touch myself for the whole time. I can see her pupils dilate, and her feathers bristle like I’ve seen some birds do in mating seasons. Her breath is as labored as mine. She has slid a hand down her feathered body to her p***y.

I moan as I masturbate in front of her. I love how her eyes look at me with hunger, but I need more. I need her, and she knows it. “Please,” I beg her with a whisper. “Join me.”

A smirk graces her face. She loves the power she has over me. She loves the desperation I’m feeling. “Why would I do that, princess?” she asks, stepping closer.

Having lost all speech, I can only utter mate one more time. Her eyes flash from my one word. She has felt the bond too. It’s not just a powerplay; she needs to hear me say the word. She needs to know if I can feel the bond. “Mate,” I repeat more strongly, and she walks over to me with confidence in her step.

I sit up to meet her with a kiss, but instead, she slips two fingers into my mouth. I accept them eagerly as she f***s my mouth with the same fingers she only seconds ago had inside her p***y. Her nectar is so sweet it’s almost enough to make me c*m. I slip my fingers down between my legs. The heat building up inside me is making me greedy.

“No, no, no,” my mate scolds me, and I look up at her stern face. “You are not allowed to touch yourself anymore. Your tight p***y is reserved for your mates. Only your mates,” she demands, and I nod obediently.

Not knowing where to put my hands, I try to reach for her, but with one short movement of her eyes, I can see I’m not allowed. She lets her fingers slip out of my mouth, and I lick my lips, trying to get more of her nectar. I want to taste her from the source, but I don’t think she will let me before I deserve it. I don’t know much about my new mate, but I already know she will be the one in control when we are alone. I’m her willing slave.

“Since I’m the one who found you when you were being naughty, I should be the one to punish you,” she purrs. The way she says it makes my heart beat faster for her, and my core becomes wetter than I already was. “But first, I need to wrap up my gift. Let me help you out of your dress.”

I get up from the bed and turn around so she can reach the buttons of my dress more easily. Her warm hands caress my neck and arms. “Such a pretty package, for such a pretty thing,” she groans as my hips roll against her. Then deft fingers start to open the pesky small buttons. She is as impatient as I am, and the mate bond tells me she wants this as much as I do.

Her fingers make their way underneath the opened dress. In the short time she had, she has even opened my under-shift. Her hand follows my skin to my front and my breast. She finds a n****e and twists it. I’m not sure why she is so rough with me until the twinge of pain turns to pleasure. I lean back on her as a new moan escapes me. This is entirely new to me, and I want her to do more of this. If this is to be my punishment, I’ll gladly accept. She kisses my neck to emphasize that I’m utterly in her control. She slowly lets the dress slip down, so it pools the floor around my legs.

“Get in bed, princess,” she commands. “Stand on all four for me.”

I do as I’m told, feeling like clay and enjoying every second of it. She gets in beside me. Standing on her knees, I try to glance over at her, but she gives me a disapproving no. I force myself to turn my head away. She drags her feathers along my spine and over my ass. I feel the good kind of goosebumps follows her movement. Being so close to her, her scent is magnified, and it makes me hunger for her taste again. Maybe she will give it to me later?

When her hand suddenly claps at my ass cheek, I whimper in surprise. As she soothes my skin by stroking her feathers over where the clap hit me, I feel pleasure jolt through my body. I’ve never thought I would enjoy something like this, but here I am. I push my ass to her hand, begging for more. Each time she spanks me, she does it with a little more force. I know my ass will shine red for her by the end of it. She’s marking me in the only way she can. After a few spanks, she kisses the place the last slap hit, and I groan in pleasure.

“Sounds like you like to be punished,” she states and kisses the other asscheek too. “Only one way to be sure,” she says, and the caressing feathers are replaced with a hand that slides down between my legs. There she finds my hot, soaking p***y.

“Please, let me c*m,” I plead, my body heaving from an unmet need. It will be enough with just one slip of her finger, and I will scream out my orgasm.

“Why would I want to do that?” she asks with a raspy voice. “Have you received enough punishment? Will you be a good little princess?” 

“I want to be good. For you.” My body is shaking; I’m so close.

“Show it to me,” she responds and sits in front of me. I almost leap of joy, and before she has the time to lie down, I steal a kiss from her. A warm feeling spreads from the kiss to my fingers and toes. She lets me deepen it before she flips me around to my back.  “Show it to me,” she repeats and straddles over my face. I still need to lift my head to lick her, but soon I will be in paradise!

I’ve never done this before. Heck, the first time someone did this to me was last night. The burning feeling inside me makes me realize I’ve been missing out, and now I have to take back lost opportunities. I’m a bit nervous, so plunging right in is too much for me. A little more careful I kiss her inside of her thigh. With my added wolf senses, I can feel her pulse quicken by the kiss, so I add another and another. I slowly work my way up to between her legs, where I want my tongue to be. She groans when I kiss her gently over the slit, and carefully she sits down completely on my face. I smile as I drown in her p***y.

Darting my tongue out, I lick her essence. Tasting her nectar from the source is like nothing I’ve had before. She tastes a little like seawater but fresh as oranges and sweet like chocolate. I lick her from her wet, dripping core and up to her clit. I do this a couple of times, but I notice her hips rock a little every time my tongue finds the knot of nerves. I moan into her before I start to circle her clit with my tongue, and this time it is her time to whimper in pleasure.

She is dripping wet, and I slurp her in, not getting enough of her. Sensing she wants more, I slip a finger into her soaking core, and again her hips slightly rock. Loving her response, I growl into her p***y, and when the vibration of my voice seems to make the same motion again, I repeat, enjoying her reaction to me eating her p***y.

Adding another finger to f**k her with, I lick and suck her clit. “Good little princess,” she praises me, and my ache to please her magnifies. Her p***y is pressed on my face so much that I almost can’t breathe, and I love how possessive she is of me. Her hips rock as she cums on my face.

I don’t want her to release me when it’s over. I want to do it again, but as the last wave of orgasm flushes over her, she lifts herself off my face and scoots further down my body. My face is full of her nectar, but she doesn’t mind as she kisses me. I feel my body buckle again, my hips lifting off the bed as if to tell me something. Even if my mind has forgotten that I need an orgasm, my body hasn’t.

“You did good, princess,” she smiles when releasing me from her kiss. Then she starts kissing me down over my breast. Her feathers slowly drag down the side of my body, and I shiver in pleasure. Her tongue darts over my n****e, giving me a promise of what is coming next. Now it’s my turn, and she only stops to kneed my breasts so she can get a short taste of them before she continues her way down to between my legs.

“You smell so f*****g good,” I hear her moan. Then she slides a finger inside my slit. It’s only a quick in and out before she licks her finger. She closes her eyes as if she wants to savor me. “You taste good too.”

She looks up into my eyes when her mouth finds its way between the lips. She circles her tongue slightly inside my canal, and my hips buckle from the sensation. Holding me down, she lets her tongue dart in and out as she licks every inch of my opening. When she allows her finger to take over, her tongue goes up to my clit, and I groan. I want to scream out my pleasure at once, and it doesn't last long before I c*m. I bite my knuckles to keep my scream silent. I don’t want to alert anyone of our activities. When my orgasm fades, she does it all over again. Letting pleasures wave over me, and with it, peace enters my mind. We have both accepted the mate bond.