Werewolf Academy

02 - His Innocent Little Lamb

The next few days in the castle had been fairly boring, Sahar had been stuck on her bed the entire time due to a cold. Someone often came to deliver her meals and checked her temperature.

Once she finally felt well enough to get up, she decided to explore her new chamber, which was already a major upgrade from her little tent in the village. The room was spacious and well-designed, full of antique furniture, and everything a girl could ever need, complete with a walk-in wardrobe with clothes already in it.

Everything in the wardrobe looked luxurious. There was an array of tops, skirts, and dresses that came in many different lengths and colors. She glided her hands across the the outsides of the fabric, feeling each of their expensive textures. It was nice of the King to treat her as a guest, rather than a servant, she thought, as she opened a few drawers.

“What is this thing?” She found herself asking, as she picked up and examined what looked like a very complex-looking leather garment made of straps.

When her fever went away that night, she was determined to make up for her absence the following morning.

Sometime during the day, Rafael found the girl scrubbing the inner crevices of the wall, on one of the lower floors of the castle, as he happened to walk past the area on his way to a meeting.

He contemplated asking her what she was doing, but he saw how completely zoned in she was at the task, he decided not to. Besides, her a*s looked really good from the angle he was standing at. He couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like f*****g her from behind.

“My Lord, shall we be on our way?” Cato, his Beta, asked next to him.

Rafael had completely forgotten that he was there with him. She looked so vulnerable that he felt possessive over her, hoping that Cato didn’t share similar thoughts watching her.

At the meeting, they discussed the current events happening around the world, but Rafael was too distracted thinking about his innocent new little lamb. Now that she was all better, he could request her presence tonight. He felt his c**k harden. She was due for a good f**k, how he wished he could’ve had her the night of the day she arrived.

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“Ew. What are you doing?” Amber asked.

Sahar wiped the sweat off her forehead and looked up at her. “Cleaning, Luna.” she replied. The red-haired girl, was even more beautiful up close, and her skin was as smooth as porcelain. Although she was physically tall, she still looked too young for the King, but who was she to judge, she was just their new cleaner.

Luna. Amber smirked. She sure liked the sound of that. “Okay, well make sure everything here is spotless before you retire to your chamber tonight.” The new girl wasn’t much of a threat to her after all. Perhaps the King didn’t like the look of her. She did look too different. Too alien. She scoffed before leaving.

Amber was going to visit the King in his room tonight, in a plan to seduce him. She wore a silky emerald night gown to match her green eyes. She had her red hair down just above her shoulders, careful not to steal the attention away from her double D’s. She was looking forward to showing the King that she had no underwear on underneath her very short dress for easy access.

“Ah. Amber.” He sat up, acknowledging her presence as she entered his bedroom chamber.

“My King,” she curtsied, wobbling a bit slightly, as she was still sore from the s*x they had last night. It looked as though he was already waiting for her, expecting her to come again. She smiled at the thought.

“Why are you here?” The King asked, sounding annoyed. “I haven’t requested your presence tonight. Haven’t the others taught you not to come in uninvited?”

Amber felt her face heat up as she felt the humiliation.

Just then a servant came in, escorting Sahar into the room. “My Lord.” He bowed his head and left.

“Hello, your highness, and Luna.” Sahar went down on her knees, bowing her head to the floor, paying her respects to the both of them. She had no idea why she was summoned by them. Her fellow servant came in a rush to get her while she was in the middle of cleaning, so she still had a scrubbing brush in her hand.

“Luna?” The King c****d an eyebrow at Amber, who appeared to look embarrassed in front of him.

“Apologies for coming uninvited, my King.” Amber curtsied and left, feeling mad that he had requested Sahar’s presence. She secretly hoped that hearing the girl call her Luna might plant that seed of thought in the King’s head for the future, when it came for the time to choose his Luna. She came from a clan full of riches and a strong army. Together they could be the ultimate power couple.

“Sahar.” He knelt on the floor next to her.

“Yes?” She looked up at him, and he felt the length of his arousal tingling as he felt the pressure start to swell in his loins. Those round dark grey eyes get him all the time.

My innocent little lamb. He pounced on her like a predator about to devour his prey, and they both fell to the floor, her hair a cascading waterfall.

Sahar’s back fell with a thud and she gasped at the impact. She was suddenly face-to-face with him, mere inches apart. Her heart was pounding now. He grabbed the brush from her hand and threw it away, bringing his face closer to her so that their lips touched.

“You can’t!” She cried out.

“Is it because you’re a virgin?” He asked her gently.

“I’m not a Breeder, your highness. I’m not allowed s****l intercourse.” She apologised, looking away from him. “I’m just a lowly Omega servant from my tribe. If you asked for a Breeder, I’m sure they would have sent you one instead of me.”

“A Breeder?.” Rafael looked at her confused. “I don’t know what your clan’s customs are, little one. But rest assured, I want you.”

“But they’re a lot better than me. Prettier, and more experienced.” She said, not knowing that the King only took in virgins in his harem. “Anyone is better than me, really,” she added. “I’m only here as your servant, your highness.”

“Then serve me,” he said, almost pleading with her.

It was true that she didn’t look like any of the white wolves he’d seen in the past. They were all pale with light grey eyes, but that’s what made her special. Rafael had been around for a couple hundred years and he had never come across someone like her. She was different, and he loved that.

“I’m scared,” she stuttered. “I don’t know how to do any of that.” No impure thoughts, no impure thoughts, no impure thoughts! She chanted like a mantra in her head. Her clan would have punished her if they knew.

“It’s okay, I’ll be gentle.” Rafael caressed her face. “All you need to do is lay there, while I do the work.” He was surprised by how she brought out a gentle side of him. He was usually known for being impatient, wild and hot-tempered.

Rafael held her wrists to the ground as he leaned in to kiss her. She scrunched up her face, closing her eyes.

Their lips touched and he felt the heat in his groin burn even more intensely. He pried her lips open with his tongue, really tasting her as she returned his kisses. It drove his wolf crazy, and his wild instincts kicked in. He kissed her more aggressively, and she tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her. His hands were all over her now, and he felt her trembling underneath his body.

“Are you okay?” He said, stopping. She looked so vulnerable.

“Not really,” she confessed. He was her first kiss, and it was quite intense. She never thought she’d kiss anyone before, it was f*******n in her tribe. The wave of shame and guilt that washed over her was overwhelming.

“I’m sorry little one, I got carried away. We can take it slow,” he comforted her.

Rafael was fine to take things slow with her, but all that intensity tonight gave him a full hard-on, and he was feeling super horny. The Whitewolf clan had sent Sahar there without letting her know what she was really there for, so the poor girl came unprepared.

Just then, he thought of a good way to get his s****l release, and introduce her to his harem.

Rafael was going to let her watch.