The Lycan Queen

Man In Black

"L... Lose what?” Rob stuttered in terror. The tall man looked downwards at his flinging manhood and when Rob’s eyes followed his, his eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets in horror.

“P…Please, sir… I swear I never meant it that way. I’ll never do anything like this again. I’m an orphan. I have no one, please spare me. I’ll serve you till I die, take me as your slave…” Rob went on begging frantically, the terror evident in his voice.

The tall man laughed jovially and turned his gaze to me, his bright green eyes piercing through my soul and suddenly, I took notice of his impeccable looks. This man looked so majestic, like born royalty, he was gorgeous. His stunning facial features were unlike anything I had ever seen before. I looked in awe at this god.

He let go and we watched the boy scurry away in fear.

He then strode majestically toward me with his hand held out. I took it, feeling his strong calloused hand as he gently helped me up. I could feel her heart warm at the gesture. Who was this man? And how was he so strong and gentlemanly?

“Aren’t you a bit too young to be around a place like this? He asked with a small smile. Breathtaking.

“Thank you, sir.”

“It’s Javion.”

“I’m Lyah.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Lyah.” He said with another breathtaking smile of his. “Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”

“No!” I exclaimed in reflex. I couldn’t go home. My aunt hadn’t gone for the ceremony, but no doubt she would have heard what happened there by now and would kill me for embarrassing her. “And I’m not a child, I can go home by myself.” I didn’t want to seem like a baby in front of this attractive man.

“Really? You’ll be fine by yourself given what happened today?” He asked with a mischievous smirk. I laughed.

“Take me home with you then. I won’t be safe at my home either.” I said, looking at him as seductively as possible, there was just something about him that pulled me. I would normally never dream of throwing myself at a man, but…

He looked at me intently and swallowed. “You’re a child.”

“More reason why I need your protection, I’m twenty anyways.”

He laughed, revealing his perfect white teeth. “You’ll be killed if you go home, you’re sure?”

“Mutilated.”

***

“Is this your home?” I asked as I walked into the luxurious residence.

“It’s rented for as long as I’m in town” he replied.

“How long is that?” I asked inquisitively. I was curious about this man, ever since I had gotten a proper look at his face, I had known that he wasn’t from here. My town was small. Surely, we'd know of such a beauty if he was from here.

“A week… or less.” He said, noticing the disappointment on my face. He walked up to me and touched my face and immediately, I melted. My heart beat faster and my breath seized as the temperature in the room rose. I took off my shirt, revealing my silk underdress, my full breasts outlined on the fabric, n*****s protruding.

He stared at them and I could feel his breath quicken. My n*****s ached at his intense gaze on them, there was something, something pulling me to this man, the way he looked at me, I couldn’t resist him. He grazed his hands on my breasts, I gasped loudly in response.

“You’re a child.” He said in-between ragged breaths.

“I’m twenty,” I corrected and, suddenly, his hand held my chin and my hands travelled to his nape as I parted my lips and brushed them against his. He withdrew, giving me another intent look. He looked greatly worried about something.

“You’re a child, Lyah.” He said, “How do you make it so difficult to resist you then?” He crashed his lips unto mine. My heartbeat tripled. I didn’t know exactly how kissing worked but he led me and I slowly learnt how to follow his rhythm, his soft and gentle and exciting rhythm. He tasted of the most exotic fruits and I could have enough. Soon it became impatient and I couldn’t remember how I had landed on his bed.

He lifted me and his hand swiftly reached the back of my underdress, pulling the ropes and causing it to fall to the ground, leaving me naked, exposed for his eyes to feast. I grabbed his clothes and helped him take them off.

His hand took hold of my breasts, tenderly fondling them. My constant moans urged him to continue as he took them in his mouth, sucking on them, teasing my n*****s with his tongue as I whimpered uncontrollably with pleasure, my nails scraped his back as I encouraged him.

He was a horny mess, his body ached for me, I could feel it, all of me. His erection grew harder as I placed my hand on it, it responded immediately to my touch, his breath raced. I stroked it lightly, driving him insane.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his erection into my wetness and I moaned loudly with both pain and pleasure. This was my first time and something about it just felt so right, fated.

“Oh, Javion!” I moaned his name, causing him to go deeper. I pulled herself closer to him, begging for more. He drove into me faster, harder as he groaned in response to my raw sounds. I grabbed his hair, yanked and pulled him closer as he’d told me to do.

Before long, he hit me in the spot that turned my moans into one long, high-pitched orgasm. I shuddered against him, my legs quaking.

“Lyah,” he grunts out, pumping into me, the length and level of his arousal brutal. I clench tightly around him, causing him to hit a climax and release in me. When he finally slowed to look up at me, I could see his eyes soften, yearning, longing… I couldn’t understand why he was looking at me that way.

The next morning, I woke up to no one. I searched around the house for him, or at least a note, but he had disappeared. I got dressed, picked up my things and walked back home in disappointment. I had thoroughly enjoyed last night, for the first time in my life I had actually felt loved, someone had looked at me in such a way that I felt whole. I had felt complete. Yet, he had just walked away like it meant nothing to him. I felt used… heartbroken.

I walked into my aunt’s house with my heart in my throat. I had committed two crimes: I had embarrassed her and gotten rejected and I had spent the night out. But there was no one at home. I searched around but couldn’t find her.

“Aunt?!” I called out as I continued to search. Suddenly, I felt the sharp sting of wire slashing my back.

“You, disgraceful orphan!” My aunt shouted, swinging a piece of long wire at me countless times and without direction. “I bring you to my house when your kind is in the streets and you repay me with humiliation. How could you get rejected in front of everyone, you couldn’t look for somewhere quiet to do it?!”

I dashed out of the house. My aunt was in a rage and no one but her daughter could calm her at such moments. She would kill me if I remained with her. I ran into the streets and looked back, sighing in relief that she did not follow me. I looked ahead and caught sight of a few people and a crying woman with a bag headed towards my house.

“She’s over there!” One of the men with them said and the elderly woman rushed toward me.

“Bring my son back, you cursed child!” She cried as she held my shirt tightly.

“What’re you talking about?” I asked in confusion as I tried to free myself from her grip.

“You killed our Rob, you witch!” One of the boys shouted and I recognized him from last night. “I left them together and suddenly, I saw her leave, but he never came out. When I went in to check after some time, he was lying on the floor in the pool of his blood.”

“What the hell are you talking about, you rapist?!” I shouted in anger, his audacity infuriated me. “Nobody was killed and I wasn’t alone. Alexander only threatened him, and he scurried away in fear. Stop talking nonsense!”

“That’s a lie! You killed him, you’re a murderer!” He insisted and I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe his confidence in his outrageous lies.

He set the bag a few men were carrying on the ground and pulled a headless and emasculated body from it. Immediately, my eyes shot wide open as my jaw dropped in horror. Suddenly, he pulled the bloody and disfigured head out also. It was Rob! I gagged at the sight of the horrendous image before me.

The elderly woman collapsed to the ground, crying even louder this time as I stood, transfixed to my spot in shock.

“Are you still going to deny it now?!” He shouted at me.

“It can’t be…” I muttered with ragged breaths. “He didn’t kill me, he only threatened him. He ran away in front of my eyes.”

“Stop with the lies already, there was no one with you. I entered there alone and left alone. I saw everything. I found Rob’s body in the alley after you left.”

“You didn’t see any man leave with me or enter? You didn’t see Rob run away?” I asked frantically, searching for answers. My head was jumbled up with several questions.

“Shut up, wench! Bring my son back to me now! You must return my son to me!” The elderly woman cried out, pulling me down to the ground with her and shaking me. I couldn’t fight, I was deep in thought, none of this made any sense.

‘How could Rob’s body be found where he had run away from?’ She wondered. She had watched everything unfold. Alexander hadn’t even touched him and they had left the alley empty together.

‘So, who killed Rob?’

‘How was Alexander not seen leaving the alley with her?’

‘And how exactly did Rob’s body end up in the alley right after they had left?’