HaraldStrikesAgain
1079 Words
“Huh?”
She took two steps back while he stretched forth his claw to brace her lest she fell. But on seeing his big paw advancing toward her, she took even more steps backward and finally fell.
He watched her and found the situation so amusing. He had no idea when, in his hoarse voice, he began to laugh.
“Well, there you go exhibiting that arrogance,” she flared.
“Oh, but you can't be mad that I'm laughing. What the hell are you doing?”
His face still had that mark of amusement. Unfortunately, Isolde saw it as just another stupid thing in the series of stupid things that happened to her. Getting up, her eyes climbed back to his gigantic figure.
“ Thanks for your help. I hope you find whom you're looking for.”
“Of course, Isolde. Take care of yourself.”
He knew her name! How did he know her name?!
Shock gripped her from head to toe. She was about to throw the question at him but suddenly, right before her eyes, he disappeared. She couldn't tell if he had disappeared or had just run off with so much speed, but all she knew was he wasn't where her eyes could see.
“He…he's gone..”
She whispered. That encounter was eccentric, something new that seemed so out of normal for her. And she was amazed by it. For once, she was feeling a tad unburdened.
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As she dragged her feet back into the water, her mind could not let go of what had just happened. Who was that man…wolf…alpha? An alpha. An alpha that spoke at ease with her, a lower beta. It was indeed puzzling. She laid the Meomia flowers on the tree stump standing solidly beside the edge of the stream. The thoughts of this being refused to leave her mind as she settled back into the water.
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Finally, she was done washing up, feeling eager to get the tonic, drink it, and feel well. For some reason, she trusted him and something within her gave her assurance about this. One could say that the sun's rays that poured on her in the earlier part of the day penetrated her soul.
Approaching her hut, she could tell that someone was inside, and as she drew nearer, she recognized them.
“Harald..”
She said, totally abandoning the guts she'd used to communicate with the other alpha. Oh, that was right, she couldn't ever let Harald know that she had encountered another alpha.
“My slave…,” he said, having his face torn apart with a smile.
His look made her feel like she was standing at the mouth of a volcano, about to be pushed in.
“I…didn't expect to see you here.”
“I know. I want you to serve me..”
“Serve you? What do you mean?”
She asked, mustering all kinds and levels of innocence as she could see his irritation building up. As usual.
“These are the things about you that I hate. I want to have you, Isolde.”
Tears poured out of her eyes and began to flow. No, she wasn't putting up an act; she just wanted Harald to go easy on her.
“Harald, please…please don't do this to me..”
With the devil in his eyes, his lips curved into a wicked smile.
“Yes, yes…beg…beg for your life, beg for the innocence I've robbed you of.”
He dashed towards her and, grabbing her by the neck, he threw her onto her bed.
She let out a screech as she fell on her butt, creating impact on the already aching part. Not minding her pain, Harald pounced on her.
He tore off her gown, exposing her succulent and firm breasts. His eyes lit up with excitement as he placed one big palm on the left gland. He hungrily grabbed at it, massaging it with the utmost attention while ignoring her squirms.
A part of Isolde enjoyed this while another part of her dreaded it. There was a way Harald played the keys of her body that sent her mind dancing above the stars, but unfortunately, he never did this, bearing love for her in mind. It was a fiery and lustful attraction.
Now, he was leaning over her looking down at her face. He still bore that devilish smile. His other hand took her waist, lifting her to create a parallel balance. Now, she was looking directly up at him with mixed emotions in her orbs. He pushed her legs open, creating enough space between each one as he lowered his waistline down to hers.
He hadn't released his member but he was already hard as a rock. This was what she did to him. His excitement remained as his lips massaged her swan-like neckline with kisses and caresses. His lips felt a little brassy but had the right amount of tenderness. His hand clasped her jaw as he watched her for a moment.
“You're my prey, Isolde,” he growled.
Her tears flowed more even now. She was at least thankful that he wasn't getting into her from behind as he did the previous day.
‘ I'm his prey?’ she thought.
He pressed his body against hers with so much readiness and passion that it seemed they were going to collide like the stars. Letting his member out, he pushed it slowly into her but began ramming in and out like a stallion.
As expected, she devoured passion, a lack of concern for her body rhythm, and a sense of carelessness.
The intensity grew as body and desire clashed with utmost will and intention. As his passions peaked, he gave a loud howl that swept through the environment. Unsuspecting people would have heard it; even Avis. And of course, she would recognize when she heard the ardor of her enforced mate.
He had gotten what he came for and now it was time to go.
“Keep being nectarous for me, my indentured one. Your only purpose in being alive is to please me. This is the only way I can spare your life.”
With this, he flung saliva out his mouth and made his way out of her hut. Isolde lay there, feeling disgusted and ashamed of herself. She'd completely forgotten about the lovely strange wolf she'd met that very
Day and his instruction about a certain tonic.
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