The Pure Princess

The Not So Pure Princess

Storm walked slowly in the water, running her hands over her thighs, her small perky breasts, her stomach, in all the ways she'd want to be touched by someone else. When she was deep enough that the cold water hit her swollen core, She gasped and collapsed to her knees. Her breasts peeked just above the water, floating like delicate flowers.

The cold water felt like it sizzled her burning core from the heat she was emitting, and it felt amazing. It made her entire body vibrate, and she cupped the tender part of her core in both her hands as she adjusted to the sensation.

Storm's breast made small ripples as she began to move her hips forward slowly and back on one of her cupped hands while the other hand dug deeper to slide inside of her. The water is the only place she can do this without the pack members picking up on her scent. The feeling of being inside herself in this empty clearing, knowing it was forbidden, was making her head spin.

Normally, she needs to be submerged in the bathtub terrified to make too much noise in case someone would hear her. This was much more freeing and intense. Even the thought of being caught made her ache with more need. She loved the sound of the forest sounds caressing her like a song and her movement's making gentle ripples in the pond being highlighted by the glittery moon.

Storm flung back her head passionately, arching her back with a near silent gasp. She found the rhythm she needed, while one finger slid in and out of her, she kept riding her hand harder and faster against her swollen bud.

Behind her now closed eyes, she was experiencing brilliant, bright colors getting bigger and bigger like fireworks. Her motions got faster and more panicked and needy. She could feel her n*****s slapping the water hard now as she moved her hips feverishly against her hand, thrusting against her core. The sting from the water on her n*****s added the extra sensation that put her over the edge.

With one last hard thrust of her hips against the palm of her hand, she was sent into absolute bliss. A low, earthly moan escaped her trembling lips. She quickly removed her hands from her core to cover her mouth tightly. Storm tried in vain to stiffle the uncontrollable sounds as her body convulsed for what seemed to her like an eternity. Once she finally felt comfortable that her outcries subsided. She uncovered her mouth and put her hand to her heart, feeling it pound on the same beat as her swollen core.

Storm sighed at her long-awaited release. She enjoyed the aftermath, like she enjoyed melting an icecube down her neck on a hot day.

Storm was still kneeling there, hypnotized by the uneven ripples in the water with a small satisified grin on her face. She was thinking of all the ways a man could touch her in ways she couldn't when a low, menacing growl interrupted her bliss.

Frozen in fear, her heart skipped a beat, and her eyes sprung up. Staring straight at her from across the pond were bright yellow eyes peaking out from the bush surrounded by complete darkness.

Storm couldn't move. She had no idea why she didn't sense or smell it before this moment. It was so close... Although she had no wolf, she had royal level instincts, hearing, and smell.

As she stared into the eyes, fear planting her in place, the eyes began to shift to a glowing white, and the darkness was replaced by a man.

The man that peaked above the bush in the beasts place was as tall as her brother. He had jet black hair that curled just below his ears in a messy, unkempt way. His jaw was coated with a disheveled, rough two inch beard that framed his face like a lion's mane. His eyes were a piercing light blue, almost translucent and fixated on Storm with intensity.

"Don't stop." He said. The Alpha command coming from such a low, sultry, deep voice took Storm's breath away. He wasn't bulky like his brother, but he was very muscular and lethal looking. Instantly, she wanted to obey him, to please him, but she stood looking over at him in total disbelief and awe, her hand still resting on her heartbeat as it grew faster.

"I told you, don't stop..." He said, more as a threatening growl this time. His expression was darker as he stepped from behind the bush, exposing himself completely. He had one hand wrapped around his long, thick length, and Storm couldn't look away. "Be a good girl and show me how you want me to touch you."

Storm wasn't thinking when she moved her hand over from her heart and lightly rubbed her n****e in small, slow circles. She just watched mesmerized by him as he slowly stroked himself all the way up and down, matching her speed. "Pinch it." He said, and Storm unknowingly listened to another one of his commands, pinching her n****e and causing a wave of pleasure down her stomach.

"Look at me..." He almost whispered, but it felt like he was screaming in her mind.

When she looked up and they locked eyes, her entire body flushed. Storm felt the growing need in her core begging to be released again. Her core burning against the cold water as her breathing picked back up rapidly, still rubbing her n****e in a trance. Just then, he let out an annoyed, low growl and broke the eye contact to shift into a massive, black wolf. His fur was as dark as obsidian.

The wolf took two steps, turned to look at Storm in the water, her hand now still on her n****e and flashed his yellow eyes one last time before disappearing in the shadows as quietly as he came.

Storm's hand slowly dropped, tracing down her stomach until folding in her lap as she stared, blankly at the spot the wolf disappeared to, her mouth slightly ajar in shock from hearing his voice in the back of her mind saying, "Mine" when his eyes flashed yellow.