Mass release: 3/8
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Trying not to think about it, she asked instead, "Why were your... people... calling me a Princess?"
"No idea," he lied.
As they stood there, staring at each other, Sera couldn't help but to gawk at his body and take every part of it with her curious eyes. From his towering height and dark soft fur, to his ruby eyes, and muscled bulky figure, as well as his hard body, and his... monstrously big erection, that left little to imagination, be it by how long it was or how thick the shaft was. She could tell it all apart, and it made her mouth go dry, her pussy wet like never dripping, and her heart race louder, deafening her.
When she looked back to his face, his predatory eyes were on her, as he could smell her desire thickening. "Dinner is in four hours. Bath, you smell," he growled and left the chambers in a hurry.
Desperate to get to his tower and take care of his painful erection, to take her eyes from his mind, her scent, the desire written all over her face. Because if Nora was right, he couldn't let himself hurt her, and fucking her would, one hundred percent, hurt her given the screaming size difference. If he fucked her, she would be teared apart, his cock was too big for her, at least for now.
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In her new chambers, Sera was embarrassed with herself and with how her body was acting. She could tell he noticed, and that only made it worse, since he didn't try anything, making her think that she was unattractive. Which made it even weirder than the fact that she was attracted to that beast.
She got up from the bed despite her biggest wishes to just sleep and went to where she thought it was the bathing room, only to find a gigantic walk-in closet full of all types of clothes that seemed to be made for her. There were even fancy ball gowns in there, leaving her mesmerized. So, she took a pair of shorts and shirt of satin and went to the other door, which was the bathing chambers.
The fanciest bathing chambers she had ever laid her eyes on, with a enormous porcelain bathtub that could fit five Sebastians in it. It was more like a private pool than anything. And she didn't even think twice before stripping and diving inside. She was surprised by how the water was warm and scented, and she felt magic on it.
Sera felt magic everywhere around her. On every object, every bit of the place, everything overflowed with it, as if it was all made of.
She was never one to thirst over anything, she never met a male that would make her desire him, that would make her feel heat. The only male references she had were from the romance books she found in the nearly hidden section of the underground library, and of them felt dirty, all of them had one very topic in common: primal breeding during heat. But she never thought that would sound interesting in real life, now she wasn't sure.
In the books about the dark witches culture, she learned that all the witches are incentivate to take part in intercourse, that magical sharing and energy exchanging was meant to be done through intercourse. Some magic types were supposed to be used on someone else if through intercourse, by the magical sharing, as in healing magic. She can heal normally but it's a limited ability, but if she were to share healing magic through intercourse she would be able to heal greater wounds and even diseases.
There are times of the years, as I'm Samhain, when there a rituals in which witches and warlocks engage in a intercourse all together, orgies for the greater good, and in them, it's part of the ritual for the male to cum inside the female, as Samhain is a time of general heat, it's common to see countless babies being born eight to nine months later. The kids of Samhain. It's also seen as a greater blessing to make a child in Samhain.
But what did she knew about that? She had never been out, she had never met a male like that, she had never kissed or lost her chastity. She had definitely not engaged in any of the heat season, never on Samhain.
Sera used to think that was stupid, that lust was wrong. But now as she soaks herself in the bathtub, throbbing with desire by the beast, which should be unreasonable and wrong, she understands what the witches felt, she understood how that made them act like animals in heat. She wanted to act like an animal in heat, she's feeling heat take over, and she wanted more that she likes to admit, to be taken and owned by that abnormally thick and huge cock of the beast.
Swallowing, she tilted her head back at the edge of the bathtub, her legs wide open underwater, and she brought her curious fingers down her cunt, moaning when she touched herself. She had never done that, but she thought about it countless times, out of curiosity. Now it was out of lust.
"Sebastian," she moaned his name, imagining him, imagining that it wasn't her fingers touching herself, it was his paws, running it's primal touch on her pussy, up and down, before forcing an entry in her pristine and unexplored virgin pussy. The soft side of her fingers touched the burning inside of her and she shivered, adding more two fingers, needing more, her heart quickening. "Sebastian," she cried, deepening her touch.
Then she began to rock her hips on her fingers, needing it to touch deeper, to reach a part of her that she was dying to be touched on, a part that she knew would cause something, would unlock a maddening kind of lewd pleasure, even if she didn't knew what. She tried going deeper, rocking her hips finger on her hands to try fitting more, she added the fourth finger, then the fifth, and before she could realize, she was trying to push her hand into herself, she didn't care, she need touch there. But she couldn't.
Her fingers and her hand weren't enough, it wasn't enough, she was craving for something else, for something thicker, something so long and big it would go from her pussy to her throat. She knew what it was, and it made her cry with need, "Sebastian," she moaned his named again, trying to imagine he was getting her there, but it was fruitless, leaving her no short of frustrated and huffing.