The Awakening:AdonisXAvery

(Adonis) “More” she whispered in my ear. I gave it to her, hard and fast like I’ve been doing for the last fifteen minutes. The repetition I’m used to, but since she’s the fourth this week, I should be worn out, dry to the bone, but I’m not. She’s made sure of it, doing everything to keep me entertained by being more expressive, open, vocal, and wet. She’s also being the most relaxed and responsive. Looking at her, it can’t be helped that I notice the obvious arousal was there, strong, and bright. She looks at me, as if she’s staring into my soul, but I know she isn’t because of how clouded her eyes seem. Dipping down, I place my face in the crook of the where her right shoulder and neck meets. She smells really good, the type of good that makes a strong man go soft, or even the type of good that pulls all your focus, placing every bit of it on her. I should love it, I really should, but it’s not enough, and that is a big issue. It’s always been the issue. It’s good, this, and her, but it’s just not enough to make me choose her to become my one and only. She’s not what I yearn for, long for, have prayed for, the mate that I’ve been craving or even destined for. And because I have the opportunity to either make a choice or to wait for my destined half, not choosing her does me no harm. I won’t deny that she is definitely mate material, but I will say she’s definitely not this wolf, and I’m glad she knows that. That, she is what I desire, the person to satisfy this craving that I have, the person helping to shield me from the heavy effects of the unquenched longingness that I feel. And at least she knows that her taming my horniness is enough. That, to some extent, she’s enough. And that's all that matters in the end. “Don’t mark me.” she breathes, disrupting my train of thought, and I brace myself up before I get the urge to. I look at her and begin to thrust even harder, her reaction makes the disruption worth it. I just know I’ll be coming soon, but I can tell that this is probably going to last a while. So, for now, I’ll just continue to make her feel good, just as she’s doing me. (Avery) I click the submit button on the monitor of the last assignment for the day. As always, I wish I didn’t, but my hands hurt and stalling any longer would make her upset. Bracing myself, I turn towards the door of my pearly white bedroom, with my head lowered, eyes heavy on my feet. The door is shoved open with too much force, which causes it to bounce back, and my mother’s smooth hand stops it before it closes. “Good, you passed with a 100, as expected.” I begin to tremble with fear. At this point in my life, it has become muscle memory, something I can no longer shake. “God, you’re so pathetic, get up.” I do so, my left hand creating a cover to the other, but it’s not enough, and then it dawns on me, as that dark feeling of loneliness begins to seep into my core. And it’s that feeling, the one of me feeling trapped in the tiny yet huge and empty cage that gives me no available exit to escape the wrath of my mother. It’s driving me crazy, like it always does, but what can I do, when her voice echoes like thunder and her hands are as heavy as metal? I cannot escape the effect she has on me, but believe when I say I’m trying. “You did so good, you know what that means, right?” she smiles at me, and it's one that displays her non-existing motherly affection, and yes, I do know what that means, and it’s still no better than the normal. “Is he nice?” I whisper. I have to, the last time I spoke too loudly it ended with an experience that scarred me, but that doesn’t stop the wondering. “He’s the one who you liked the last time. He paid extra today, said you’re the best, so make him feel good okay?” she places her hand on my cheek, the look on her face is one of fake concern and adoration. I know that look. It’s the look that tells me that I benefit in the slightest. I nod and try to clear my mind, that’s the only way I can successfully complete this task, because that’s all it is, a task. Taking a deep breath, I lift my head up and look at her, then I smile. And prepare to support her disgusting enforcement for the nth time. Date Posted: 5/29/22 ~~~ Hello Readers! I hope that all is well and that you all have enjoyed this chapter, this story has honestly been in the making for a long time and I hope you all will enjoy the many others that I plan to publish in the future. As it pertains to situations that will arise within this story, I hope that you all will not hesitate to bring to my attention wherever there is a topic that made you extremely uncomfortable or appears distateful, I've already placed a warning within the description of this story, but if needs be, I will not hesitate to remove/change whatever's made your mind not be at ease. 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