Seduction **R18**
1022 Words
The sweet, familiar sound of Lenora’s giggle fills the room, stirring me from the haze. “Are you awake, my king?” she whispers softly, her voice like a soothing melody as the door closes behind her.
My eyes shoot open, desperate to finally see her.
I find myself face to face with those beautiful purple eyes, filled with an unmistakable hunger. Lenora slides her arms out of her silky dress, letting it fall to the ground in a heap, revealing her flawless form. Her beauty is ethereal, like a goddess stepping into the room just for me.
*** R18 explicit scene, skip to the stars if you don’t want to read ***
She leans forward crawling seductively onto the bed, her lips begin to kiss my inner thigh and I feel my c**k throbbing desperately at her touch.
Pulling my boxers down she gasps loudly as my p***s springs free, begging for her touch. She giggles, moving her delicate hands around my length. I moan loudly, feeling her tongue slide all the way up until she stops at my knob circling her tongue around it slowly.
“Do you like this my king?” She whispers seductively, I nod my head, watching as she gives me the sweetest smile. “Do you want me to suck it? My king” she says slightly louder. I nod my head again “yes angel, I’d love that”.
She complies instantly, moving her mouth up and down, its different than the last time she done this. She doesn’t use her hands to hold the length that doesn’t fit, she takes my entire c**k, deep and slow.
I lean my head back as I thrust my p***s into her mouth, this feels so good, so amazing, but I want her, I want to hold her.
She pulls her mouth away, “do you want to f**k me my king?” I nod my head eagerly “yes angel” she slowly climbs higher, positioning her dripping p***y directly on top of my c**k. I can feel her warmth and juices leaking on me.
I want to feel her first, I grab her breast and pull it to my mouth, she tastes… different, I pull my head back and look at her surprised, but all I see is the hazed eyes of my mate. I pull her head closer as I rub my p***s along her clit, I take her lips in mine and I don’t taste my makes sweet saliva, I taste whiskey.
What the f**k?
Lenora doesn’t drink whiskey?
I pull my head back and she moans “f**k me my king, I’m so wet for you” she starts pushing her v****a against my c**k, eager to take my length.
But I can’t do this. Not like this. I lift her up gently and place her next to me on the bed as I sit up rubbing my head.
She becomes desperate “please my king, please f**k me, I’ve been waiting for you for so long”.
I grab my boxers and put them on, my head is still throbbing from the whiskey, she pulls my hand as she starts poking herself “here help me my king, I want you to c*m in me” I look at her confused though my d**k is still responding to her.
She grins and pulls the boxers back down, setting it free. Her hand strokes it while her other finger touches herself, f**k I want her so badly.
I pull her legs so her entrance is at the end of the bed and I line my c**k up, getting ready to enter.
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STOP!
My lycan growls ferociously in my mind. f**k my lycan. He has no say in this.
Look properly you fool!
I blink my eyes and notice Lenora’s hair is now blonde, not white and purple. I stagger backwards, pulling my boxers back up.
The weight of what almost happened crashing down on me. Before my eyes, Lenora’s familiar form morphs into someone else entirely—Daphne. The fury hits me like a tidal wave, a white-hot surge of rage coursing through every fiber of my being.
“What the f**k have you done, Daphne?!” I roar, my voice shaking with fury. “How did you even get in here?”
She giggles, completely unfazed by the storm raging inside me. “Oh, come on, my king, it was just a bit of fun. You wanted me; you know it. We can still finish what we started.”
Her legs part in a lewd invitation, but all I see is red. My wolf claws at the surface, snarling, ready to tear her apart.
“That’s f*****g sick!” I growl, my voice low and dangerous. “I would never want you!” I can barely contain the rage as I step closer. “How did you make yourself look like my mate?”
Her smug smile falters, fear flickering in her eyes. She stammers, “I-I used masking lotion. I stole it from one of the warriors.”
She pulls out a small bottle, the same one Lenora gave the warriors before our battle with the dark sorcerer. The sight of it only fuels my anger. I snatch the bottle from her hands, the air crackling with the intensity of my alpha aura.
“You disgust me,” I spit, allowing my aura to fully bear down on her. Daphne cowers under its weight, trembling as I step even closer.
“If you ever try to pull another stunt like this, I’ll kill you without hesitation. Stay the hell away from me, and don’t you dare tarnish my mate’s image again.”
I throw a blanket over her as she curls into herself, crying pitifully. But there’s no room for mercy in me now. I turn on my heel, pulling on my shirt without bothering with the buttons. I don’t even glance back as her sobs echo behind me.
My mind is consumed with one thought—Lenora. I need her, and nothing, nothing, can replace her.
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