DESCENDANT OF THE GODDESS

CHAPTER THREE - VALKO'S PUNISHMENT

Trinity was shivering as she walked to the cave, her heart racing with a mix of fear and dread. Memories of the last time she had disobeyed him flooded her mind, the image of her and her mother chained and beaten with silver stuck in her memory. Though silver didn't affect them as severely as it did werewolves, the physical pain was still excruciating, and the scars lingered. But it was his threat that had a deeper and more lasting impact.

"You are the one I protect, Rinny, not your mother. I keep her alive for you, but if you want to put her out of her misery, you can consider disobeying me again. I will do you a favor and end her life."

The echoes of his menacing words continued to haunt Trinity as she approached the cave. It was his favorite place to punish her. She had heard whispers about the werewolves that had been imprisoned there by her father. The rumors had always been a mystery because no one bothered to enlighten her about the fate of those imprisoned werewolves.

As Trinity stepped into the cave, the flickering candlelight danced across the vast, cavernous space, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was heavy with the scent of roses. She wondered how he had never realized she was allergic to roses. The cave, with its towering ceiling and ornate decorations, might have been a breathtakingly beautiful space if it wasn't for Trinity's hatred for this place, and the man who is currently sitting in the corner. Her eyes locked onto Valko, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the candle, and her heart filled with a familiar resentment.

“Take off your clothes berry”

Trinity's mind recoiled at the memories of the game Valko had played with her since childhood. At first, it was just a terrifying game of chase, designed to instill fear and submission. But as she grew older, the game took a darker, more disturbing turn. He had developed an obsession with licking her entire body, initially disguised as a way to heal and comfort her, but recently it was turning s****l. He loved to lick her little breasts.

She hated this game because it made her vulnerable. In werewolf culture, the act of licking a partner's body was a deeply intimate and personal gesture, typically reserved for destined mates. But when used outside of a mated bond, it could create an imprint bond - a powerful and binding connection that could tie two individuals together.

Whenever he licked her, his scent would cling to her skin, broadcasting to the entire pack the nature of their relationship. The she-wolves, in particular, would grow aggressive and hostile towards her, their instincts interpreting the scent as a sign of intimacy between her and the Alpha. Trinity seethed with resentment towards Volka, who seemed to take pleasure in marking her like a possession, forcing her to walk around bathed in his scent. And to make matters worse, the scent lasted longer with each passing incident, the last time she smelled like him for five days.

“Take off your clothes, Berry, I won't repeat myself. You belong to me. The earlier you accept it the better. Why are you crying? Have I not treated you well? No one has ever hurt you. I have killed all of them for you”

His words were laced with a twisted sense of benevolence, as if killing those who had hurt her was a gesture of love, rather than a brutal display of control. He will never understand the level of hurt he had inflicted on her soul.

"You remember that warrior that tried to kiss you. I burnt him alive," he said, his voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction. "It was a satisfying moment. I still hear his screams, very satisfying."

Trinity wanted to run, but she was scared of him; the warrior had approached her two years ago. By then, most warriors were always commenting on how they wouldn't wait until she was old enough so they could visit her and have their way with her. Some had even tried. Valko had ended that talk that day. He had come across her struggling to get away from the warrior who was trying to kiss her. He had called the entire pack and they had all witnessed as the man was burnt alive on a stake. Valko's brutal display of power by burning the warrior alive in front of the entire pack, had sent a chilling message: no one was to touch Trinity without his permission. Though he insisted he had done it to protect her. The screams of the warrior still echoed in her mind to date.

“Have you forgotten my promise? Run away from me, Berry, and you will pay” Valko's voice was low and menacing as he issued the warning, his eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. Trinity watched as his body began to contort and shift, his wolf merging with his human form to create a terrifying hybrid. Then he turned to his monster. No one had seen this side of him but her. He had a wolf but sometimes his wolf merged with his body and he was half-human and half-wolf. His hands and legs sprouting thick brown hair, his face elongating into a mixture of human and wolf.

“Take off your clothes, Berry." This time his voice was thicker and laced with more authority.

She removed her shirt and trousers, carefully folding them in a corner. "Come closer, let me smell you," he commanded.

She walked timidly towards him. He lay her on the stone and began licking her face, then her eyes, nose, and lips. He had never licked her lips before, but this time she felt his tongue touch her lips, causing her to shiver. He continued downwards, licking her neck and breasts. Then suddenly, she felt his arms on her body. They grabbed her breasts and she screamed.

"No screaming, Berry, no crying. You will pay for that." The threat hung in the air, reminding her of the consequences.

His hands were now caressing her thighs, and then, without warning, he pressed his lips to hers, urging her to yield to the kiss. She kept her lips sealed until he bit deeply into them, tasting her sweet blood. The kiss went on for some time as he explored her mouth. This was no longer an imprinting ceremony, it was deeper than that. He wanted her. He parted her legs, his tongue began to explore her intimately, and she screamed, pleading with him to stop.

"You don't scream, Berry. No screams, no tears, no pleas. You don't want this to go further, do you?" She kept quiet. "Good girl."

His tongue stroked her c******s with deliberate slowness, the motion sending shivers through her body. As tension built within her, a warmth spread through her abdomen. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, the intensity of her desire made her feel dirty. She felt ashamed of herself, she was worse than her mother at least her mother required a chemical catalyst.

Volka maintained the momentum as he licked her up and down, finally savoring her taste. He gently inserted his tongue into her, rolling it sensually. She shivered and twisted, hoping for a release. He used his finger to massage her inner walls. Her body began to weaken under the intensity of his touch. With eagerness, he deepened his tongue, enjoying the way her body responded to his touch. He devoured her walls, tasting her sweet release, which he swallowed. Savoring her, he loved her berry-like taste.

She had finally accepted the bond, surrendering to the connection that would forever tie them together. He could finally claim her as his own, and perhaps, just perhaps, he could even protect her mother. He pulled her closer in his arms, and that's when he saw the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Get out," he ordered. She looked at him, her big, innocent eyes brimming with tears. Despite all she had endured, her eyes still shone with a deep vulnerability, a reminder of her innocence.

“I said get out”

Trinity gathered her clothes and left.