The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

There was a thunderstorm tonight. The sound of thunder echoed in the massive bedroom, but that did not bother any of us.

We were too busy to care about anything else other than each other.

"Ahh…! Ah! Uhn…!"

Slap.

"Ugh!"

Another slap. And another one followed.

I did not have to look in the mirror to know my butt cheeks were scarlet and there were his handprints on them. He liked to do it. I could not deny that I felt more aroused when he slapped my butt cheeks because it truly felt incredible. It added to the pleasure.

"Ahh! Dem!"

Without saying anything, he thrusted back inside me, only to pull out again. The rhythm kept going on and on. Low grunts were leaving his mouth. I loved that sound as I knew when he was feeling good.

We went for one round in the tub, then he brought me to the bedroom as I insisted. The tub was not too comfortable.

He held my throat and pulled me up, but not hurting me. My legs were shaking as well as my whole body. Every time his sweat dripped on my back, I shivered from the coldness.

"Uh…"

"Move your hips," he said throatily. "Move them by yourself. If your move is not powerful enough, you will be slapped on your ass."

"What kind of…?"

"Don't argue. Do it."

I gulped and fisted my hands as if to gather enough strength. Then, I pushed back against him.

"Ahh! Huh… uh…!"

"It was just one push. Don't fall right after moving just once," he said.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Slap.

"Ugh…!" I cried in pain as a palm fell on my buttock suddenly quite forcefully.

"Don't stop now, darling. Do you want to be punished again?"

"No…"

"Then, move. Move your hips."

I moved my hips again, this time using all the energy I had. I did not stop, not in the fear of him punishing me as I loved the punishment as well, but because my body would not let me stop. The feeling was unbearably pleasant and strong.

"Oh god… Ahh…"

"You are doing well," he muttered, rubbing my hips with his fingers. It sent tingly sensations through my veins.

I was so absorbed in it to hear any other words he was saying. But he was saying something like- 'Don't say god.'

He let go of the hand that was holding my throat. It kind of ached. Then, he pulled out suddenly, causing me to glare at him in frustration. It was not like he was done. Then, why did he pull out?

"So disappointed, huh? Just have patience for a while, my love," he said and flipped me so I was on my back effortlessly.

He held both of my legs with one of his hands and held them in a way so they were over the other half of my body. It looked like I was bent in half.

"That…"

"I like this position," he said with a smirk before his hips got to work again.

His smirk made me self-conscious. But I did not have time to react as my body heated up again and I felt fullness inside me.

"Ah…! Uhn…! Please…"

"If you do something like leaving me for someone else, or leaving me in whole, I will punish you. I won't hear your explanation if it doesn't make sense," he said.

I did not know why he was saying it now. He had mentioned the same thing during the bath. He just added the last part this time.

"Why…?"

"Just say yes, baby."

"Yeah… ahh… More, give me more."

As insanity took control over my head, I was babbling whatever came to my mind and whatever my mind desired. I did not care if it made me look like a pervert. I heard it was okay to be a pervert with my husband.

"More?"

"Yes, more. Fuck me more, please!"

"As you wish, my dear," he grinned and I felt his shaft going in and out of me violently as if hitting the wall of my insides so forcefully that I might lose my mind.

He stopped after two rounds. I felt his arm around me protectively as he lay me down to sleep. He thought I had fallen asleep as I had my eyes closed. I actually was just tired and kept my eyes closed to catch my breath.

When I noticed how carefully he was placing me in the right position on the bed, so I decided to act like I was sleeping.

It was surprising that he did not put the blanket over me like he usually did. He was the type of person who nagged me for not covering me with the blanket at night. So, I was taken aback when he did not do it. Rather, he lay down beside me and placed his arm around me.

He stayed like that for a few minutes. Then, he got up and got down the bed. He went straight to the bathroom and came back within a while. I had my eyes closed so I did not know what he was doing until he started to wipe my entire body. Every single one of his touches was filled with pure innocence and care. I liked how he never touched me in the other way when I was sleeping.

Then, he put a nightgown on me. He did not struggle much as if he was used to doing it. There were times when I would find myself wearing a nightgown even though I had fallen asleep naked. The maids did not touch me when I was sleeping. I always told them not to.

After carefully placing me on the bed again, he pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. He gave me a goodnight kiss on the forehead.

'My goodness… He really is one of a kind, huh?'

I thought he would get on the bed with me. Oddly enough, he did not. I opened my eyes slightly to see what he was doing.

He put on a robe and paced around the room. He looked so deep in thought. I wondered what was bothering him that he did not even want to sleep.

"Son of a bitch!"

'What…?'

I heard some rustling. Dem did not make much of a sound while walking. But who else was in our room?

"Well, what do we have here?" Dem said, his voice oddly cold and shivering. "You have come on a suicide mission, haven't you?"

There was no noise. Only silence filled the room. "Well, I can clearly see you. Are you dumb or what?" Dem said.

Then, I heard footsteps, very faint. But as nothing else was making any sound, I heard them clearly.

"Who are you?" Dem asked.

I could not keep my eyes closed anymore. I opened my eyes and that was when I saw another presence in our bedroom.

I sat up slowly and stared as the mysterious man just stared at Dem without a word. Dem looked like he was relaxing. Suddenly, the man attacked Dem with a dagger. Out of the horror of the possible outcome, I let out a scream and hit the man using my power. Dem still looked like he was chilling, but was surprised at my sudden attack.

"Why are you awake?"

"Do something about him! How are you so relaxed?"

"What? A random dude with a dagger can do something to me?"

I got down from the bed and walked towards the man. Dem stopped me midway and did not let me get close to the man who was now barely conscious. Dem knelt on the ground and grabbed the man's face.

"Mazazine's spy," he muttered. "Has your master told you to watch the King and the Queen of Querencia make love? Such a pervert…"

'Why is Dem wearing gloves over a robe? When did he even put those on?'

"Why are you here?"

"I am not telling shit!"

Dem did not even stop him as he put something in his mouth that was apparently in his hand. The man died right in front of us with white foam getting out of his open mouth.

"He died!"

"Yeah. Made our work easier. Who wants to kill a random spy?"

"But… he is dead…"

"I know," he muttered, rolling the body over and groping to see if he had something important.

"He might have… had some information… We don't know…"

"Relax, babe. I already know," he said.

"How?"

He did not reply. "This motherfucker literally watched us have sex, you know."

"Well, if he was in the room, he obviously did. What did he even come for? To take something? Information?"

"He came to hurt you," he said. "He is a mage. He teleported right outside the balcony in a swinging position? I mean, that's what he thought. I don't exactly know what the position is."

"Swinging position?"

"He used that word in his mind," he said. "I don't know."

"Maybe he was hanging holding the railing of the balcony?"

"Who cares? I would not have cared even if he died falling from above," he grumbled.

"Ah, good point…"