The werewolf queen

Elenor woke up in sweats again, still shivering from her dream. The same one that has been haunting her for the last few months. She reached out for the glass of water on her nightstand, only to spill it all over herself - her hands were shaking from the arousal. What, in the name of all Gods, was going on with her? Of course, she was neither a saint nor a virgin. It was more that she had her career to think about, so these things were rarely on her mind. But lately... Lately, the dream would take over her body like a dark spell, filling her with excruciating desire, which she barely tamed night after night. Elenor took a deep breath and decided to get up and change. She slowly took her nightgown off, leaving only the beautiful blonde hair to cover her delicate frame like a cloak. Her breasts still felt so tensed, her n*****s - tender, her body- excited, in desperate need of a release. Despite this, she tried to push the thought away, crossing her long legs to stop the wet feeling between them. However, it did not change a thing. Postponing was not doing the trick anymore. This time all parts of her wanted it too badly. She sighed and her icy blue eyes stared at the mirror in front of her. She had the looks of an angel, and because of her sculptured forms, she looked a little bit older than nineteen. Indeed, Eleonor was such a beauty. Her delicate fingers caressed her flat stomach sending goosebumps down her spine. Elenor started touching herself gently but persistently. Each movent made her body respond willingly, and she felt the passion building up inside her. The pleasure was slowly possessing her whole being. After so many nights of restraint, this moment was inevitable: she craved it like nothing else before, and it was impossible to delay it any longer. Eli could feel something in her changing, reawakening even. Moreover, she could tell this was just the beginning. She was finally able to let go of her doubts completely, trying to satisfy this insatiable hunger for pleasure that was tearing her apart. Now Eleonor was rubbing her clitor*s with the determination to take herself all the way, and her mind went wild with memories from the dream that took her this far. The images of the three men, who were hunting her subconscious for weeks, were distinct in her head. It was as if she could feel each of them uniquely worshipping her body, bringing her closer to the edge. They were all special to her, and every single one was giving her completely different sensations. The first was someone dear to her heart. He was kissing her neck lovingly, knowing what exalts her even more. They had this deep connection and trust that could turn just s*x into lovemaking. He was so patient and tender, his kisses were making her gasp. She was falling for him deeply. Then there were the two strangers: the blonde devil was devouring her body, putting his lips between her legs, playing with his tongue inside her. She did not know him, but he made her moan like no one else before. And it was different with him, more wild and passionate. She could tell that he desired her body and every kiss was a claim on her. This man was powerful, possessive and in control. Her pleasure was turning him on, making him even more aggressive. And finally, the dark prince, oh, she enjoyed him so much. Her body was quivering under his touch; her lips were thirsty for his. He was pumping into her with an animalistic force, making her scream with ecstasy. His eyes were dark and mysterious, but his need for her was obvious. Their bodies were moving in complete sync. Elenor craved him more with each wave of pleasure tearing her body. He put her under his spell and made her explode time after time. Two of Elenor's fingers were now inside her, each thrust was hitting the right spot. The feeling was exhilarating, and she started going more quickly, incapable of holding back her moans. She felt her walls tighten - the ecstasy was close, so close. Her legs were shaking - the indispensability of a release was almost causing her pain now. Elenor was full of eagerness, but after denying herself this pleasure for so long, her peak was not coming easy. Her own body was now punishing her, not giving her what she longed for. It required more from her, so she added a finger and went faster. Finally, the ultimate pleasure came. Elenor exploded, her o****m shuttered her into pieces, leaving her breathless on the bed. This was everything she needed, satisfied and exhausted, Elenor drifted into a deep slumber. She had one more dream this night. This time she found herself in a beautiful cave with a glass roof. The stars were shining above her head, lighting up the whole space. Amazed, Elenor looked around. Hundreds of wolves, carved into the walls, were looking directly at her as if they were alive. A beautiful woman with dark hair and golden eyes was sitting on a silver throne in the middle of the room. ''Come child,'' the woman smiled at her warmly, and Elenor felt a deep connection to her. '' I have been waiting for you.'' Elenor moved slowly towards the throne, and soon she was kneeling before the mystery woman. ''Stand up, now. No need for formalities,'' the woman said calmly. '' Who are you?'' Elenor could not help but ask. ''You look so familiar.'' '' I am Selline,'' she chuckled like there was something funny about Elenor's question. '' But we have more pressing matters and little time left.'' '' What pressing matters?'' Elenor was getting more confused by the second; thousands of questions were dancing in her mind. But, somehow, she knew that now was not the time to ask them. ''To crown you, of course.'' Just now, Elenor noticed that Selline was holding a beautiful crown made of silver and opals with a crescent in the middle. ''It is breathtaking, '' Elenor felt like the crown was calling her, pleading her to take it. ''Yes, and it is all yours,'' Selline stated and gently placed it on Elenor's head. '' I bless you, my werewolf queen.'' Before Elenor could say something, the whole room dissolved into thin air. And now it was completely dark, and she could barely see anything. Three golden apples appeared before her eyes. ''Beware and choose wisely,'' Seline's voice now sounded far away. '' You can have only one.''