seduction
1373 Words
Something clicked in my mind—it was the realization of the restrictions I had placed on my own heart. Slowly, and against my better judgment, I was falling for him. This kind, gentle man—he was the perfect gentleman, the sort anyone would dream of. But this perfect man already had a lover, and my love was fated to remain one-sided.
Princess Rana, his betrothed, visited almost every week. Each time I saw her, it felt like my heart was being torn away.
That day, the young master was once again mingling with the maids and servants, smiling kindly at them, while I stood in a corner, neglecting the floor I’d been asked to sweep, simply admiring him from afar.
“You like him, don’t you?” a deep voice came from behind, snapping me out of my reverie.
I flinched and turned. “No need to panic,” the voice continued. “You’re not the only one. I’ve heard nearly all the maids here fantasize about marrying him. But it’s truly a pity.”
“Welcome, Young Alpha Kylie,” I said with a bow, recognizing the man instantly—my master’s cousin, and his rival for the position of clan alpha.
“A pure-blooded wolf can only mate with another pure-blooded wolf,” Kylie said flatly. “He can’t afford to taint the royal bloodline.” Then his eyes gleamed, and a sly smirk tugged at his lips. “But I could help you win him over… if you want.” He winked.
I looked away. I knew better than to continue that conversation.
“I have other duties, sir. Please excuse me,” I said and quickly walked away. The handmaid had warned me about him—ruthless, ambitious, and dangerous. I’d seen him flirt with another maid once, and I feared what he might do if he set his eyes on me.
But I didn’t yet realize that he would be the source of my greatest suffering.
It happened on a day of celebration. The city was alive with festivities, honoring the founding ancestors and the birth of our werewolf city. The Alpha King himself was in high spirits, and royals from far and wide had come to join the feast—including my master’s in-laws.
That night, as the festivities wound down, a final dinner was held before the guests returned to their kingdoms. The princess had wished to spend the night, but her father insisted she leave with the rest.
During the dinner, my master called for wine. As I was pouring it, someone bumped into me from behind, causing the wine to spill down the front of my uniform. I looked up to see the timid maid Kylie had been flirting with earlier. She gasped and quickly produced a napkin, dabbing at my face and then my clothes, apologizing all the while. She offered to deliver the wine in my place, but I declined.
After cleaning the glass and tray, I poured a fresh drink and made my way back to my master. He accepted the wine—but to my surprise, asked me to taste it first.
He had never done that before.
I hesitated, then took a sip. He waited a few moments, watching me closely, as though expecting something to happen. Only then did he bring the glass to his own lips.Perhaps it was due to my low tolerance for alcohol, but after just half a cup, my vision began to blur and my body felt unusually warm. Across the table, Kylie’s gaze lingered on me, a knowing grin slowly spreading across his face. I chose to ignore him and took my place behind my master, standing silently.
Moments later, my master pressed a hand to his temple and quietly excused himself from the gathering, claiming a splitting headache and the need to rest.
I didn’t need to be told to follow him.
He leaned on me for support as we made our way to his room, his steps uneven and heavy with fatigue—or perhaps intoxication. Halfway there, I felt his hand shift, grazing my chest and cupping my breast from the side. My breath caught.
I quickly reached up and gently moved his hand away, telling myself it was nothing—just the clumsy gesture of a drunken man.
And yet… a part of me hesitated.
Something stirred inside me. A quiet, shameful craving. My skin tingle where he touched me, my body flush with heat, and I hated how aware I was of every movement, every brush of contact. Desire sparked in the corners of my mind, fanned by the alcohol and the impossible dreams I’d long tried to bury.
I was losing control—of my thoughts, of my body, of the fragile boundary I’d built between duty and longing.
The five-minute walk to his room felt like an eternity. Kael took every opportunity to caress my aroused body, each touch driving me further into a haze of desire. It felt unnatural—how easily I lost control—but it was real. My senses were no longer my own, and every part of me ached to ravage the man leaning on me for support.
When we finally reached his room, I gently laid him on the bed, intending to flee before I did something reckless. But before I could move, he seized my wrist and pulled me down, flipping me onto my back. In a blur, he tore my dress in two, his eyes glinting with hunger as he stared at my exposed, perky breasts beneath the moonlit air.
Like a starved man, he latched onto my left breast, his mouth hot and eager. His hand found the right one, kneading it with firm, deliberate pressure, as if trying to mold it to memory. I could feel the hard strain of his arousal through his trousers, pressing against my thigh. A gasp escaped my lips—I hadn’t expected it to be so thick, so commanding.
Without need for another prompt from him, I took charge of the situation, as my dripping wet p***y couldn't wait to welcome him in. I unzipped his trouser with lightning speed, and the monster hiding beneath flipped out with Joy.
I flipped him over, straddling him as I held his huge phallus with both hands, guiding it to my Virgin hole. At this point, I hesitated thinking of the pains I'll go through if that thing should be used to disvirgin me. But after a few seconds, I slowly sat on it and let it slide upward until it met resistance. Due to my hesitation, Kael thrusted upwards, and I gasped as his whole length was buried inside my p***y, and I collapsed on his chest, trying to bear the unimaginable pain I was going through as my body spasms non-stop.
He began thrusting upwards, violently damaging my hole with each thrust. He position me for doggy rammed me from behind and I felt a mixture of emotion, both pleasure and pain.
We went about our s****l act for the next one hour as he f****d my brains out with his huge phallus. He made me a woman that night.The moment we finished, a low growl rumbled from his chest. His body began to convulse, muscles stretching, bones cracking as he transformed before my eyes. A pained howl tore from his throat as he shifted into his true form—a silver-eyed werewolf.
Moonlight spilled into the room, unnaturally bright, casting an eerie glow. An inscription of a red moon flared to life on his neck, pulsing like a warning. He froze, eyes narrowing as he grabbed me by the neck, searching—no, confirming—something. I realized too late that he had seen the same mark on me.
His expression twisted. Gone was the warmth of lust or the tenderness of desire. What replaced it was something darker—pure, unfiltered hatred, ancient and bone-deep.
With a snarl, he flung me across the room. My body hit the wall with a sickening thud before collapsing onto the cold, hard floor. I lay there, stunned and breathless, my mind spinning with a single question:
What just went wrong?
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