Yearning for his mate

Fenrir

"Marsai...you are..." I try to comprehend why she was in the same light see-through lingerie as our first time.

"Shush..let me entertain you.." her vocals came out soft like feathers tickling my ears.

Her nipples stood erect, daunting and teasing every inch of my body as she sways her body in oceanic rhythms, moving towards me.

"You aren't the only one who has been thinking of that day. My body and mind have been craving for those rough hands all over me.." she says, her seductive eyes alluring into compliance.

"Aren't you mad at me?" I asked in confusion.

"I'm. But I can forgive you later. For now, just...make love to me. Explore my body like you did last time, let me scream into the night knowing no one would come to save me."

Every word felt like the drop of honey from a honey stick.

"By all means, Angel." I reach out to grab her and bring her closer to me, instead she vaporizes into thin air.

That was the fourth wet dream this week.

The disappointment I felt every time I woke to see my sheets wet with sweat and precum, instead of my lovely Marsai tangled up in my arms.

It was still a few hours till dusk but I didn't think I could spare myself another round of sleep. Everything reminds me of her, including my very deep subconscious. Her rose scent seemed to replicate itself around me, latching on everything I owned so I couldn't forget her for a minute.

At first, the first few days were easy. And by the first few days, I mean just two. I was busy at the borders, the barley farmers were complaining of subtle attacks and we needed to raise the fences. But that didn't take long to finish. Everything else moved slowly as I anticipated her return but it never happened.

Sighing, I get up from bed. Only then did I recognise the raging boner poking painfully at my white brief.

"Urgh! When will Marsai realize I did all of this out of true love and come to me…"

I asked myself even though I knew the exact answers. I wasn't stupid or ignorant. I knew I needed to apologize but that would only happen after my corpse had been burnt on a stake and blown into the wind by the pack members.

The best I could do for her right now is feel guilty. Not about the guards, but her best friend, Leah. I could have killed her.

No, I actually wanted to kill her, she was a very annoying person.

She was the reason Marsai hasn't even looked at me once in six days and seven nights.

Even when I shamefully displayed myself under the sun and clear in her path, so she could see me, she always overlooked it. And it was a sight that was hard to miss.

The boner wasn't going anywhere, not even the guilt train I put myself on could bring it down. The thought of masturbating crossed my mind earlier but I was quick to drain the life out of it.

Usually, I can get any woman I want and fuck her till I'm satisfied or she is passed out. I have a legacy of leaving every woman soft and asleep like a fallen petal.

But now it is different, this wasn't the old times. Marsai and I are closer. I have also been with her. I have explored her folds, witnessed her fair milk skin glow under stray moonlight, thrust into her, and heard her plead for more.

No woman would ever beat that.

I knew I would never find another woman who would hungrily arch her hips to meet my hard strokes, or react to my thrust like they were dashes of wishing stars, while her eyes rolled back every time I flicked her nipple with my tongue.

Fuck. I need to stop.

My brief was slowly becoming a cage of discomfort for my erection. Quickly, I take it off, letting my hard on stand erect. The tip was milking with precum, just from the thoughts of her. She had no idea how wrapped up I was around her little manicured fingers.

I got up to my opened window, exposing my bare body to the cold night air. Thinking it was going to kill the blood flow going down there.

Instead, it worked against me. My nipples instantly harden and goosebumps spread all over my chest and arms.

The twitch of my cock was the last straw, making me close the windows back and head for the fireplace, taking the huge arm chair closest to it.

This time, I finally relinquished myself into the thought of masturbating because I was tired of being restless and throbbing. I flip through my drawer for castor oil before finding a puru oil in a clear glass jar.

I returned to the fireplace and placed it on a stool away from the burning wood before retiring to the armchair.

Spreading my legs apart, I could still feel the cold goosebumps over my chest and arms as I rubbed my body.

Flicking my nipple accidentally causes my erection to harden further, making me sigh in resentment.

How did I get here?

Tired of the situation, I picked up the oil and poured a generous amount on my left palm. I let the soft seat beneath me collect my form, allowing the heat from the scarred flames and the warm oil to relax my muscles.

I rub it all over my chest and arms slowly before approaching the center of attraction. I oil up my entire length feeling a jerk as I come in contact with the swollen cap. It was a nerve ring I was familiar with.

The cap appeared more deep orange under the wavering flames beside me. A relaxing sigh slipped between my lips as I started to stroke my erection to the sway of her hips imprinted in my mind.

All versions of her have always been burnt into the back of my mind ever since that night. The aroma of my mate aroused me more than anything ever did.

I kept on stroking with ease, letting my mind remind me of her perky breasts and the warmness of her folds, how wet it felt between my fingers, the exquisite shape, and how she breathed heavily through her small red lips formed with every single stroke.

Pleasure began to pool in my scrotum and I increased my pace. The closer I got to the peak, the clearer she became in my mind. How she had clenched around me when I thrusted hard into her, the way her hands clawed my back.

They became vivid.

Her against the wall while bouncing on my shaft… very vivid.

My heartbeat quickened, echoes in my head as the walls sent back a higher quality of our mixed groans. Warm splatter of cum shoots from my cock onto my chest and abdominal muscles.

My eyes are tightly closed for fear that I might see the stars her image brought to my mind.

It was only when I got off the high that the pathetic feeling came back, the guilt, the shame. The outer body experience came with a price. Post-climax syndrome had the better hold on me.

For a few seconds, I kept my eyes closed, not ready to see what desperation had pushed me to. The once warm mess all over my chest was turning cold. At least my shaft had collapsed, in disdain victory that is.

Opening my eyes, the dull orange lit room welcomed me back to the mess of a reality I created a week ago.

"Blood hell.." my mind speaks for itself.

I rubbed the cum off my upper body into the flames, letting the hot woodwork burn my shame to crisps.

With nothing else to do, I stood from the chair, heading to the washroom to clean up the smear on my chest. I need an early shower because the dried up crisp in the morning will do nothing more than annoy me. I couldn't even face the early morning sun with that trademark of defeat.

If I did, it would be a whole day of irritation and what not, then It would only get worse from there and I would have to hurt someone.

Marsai would never lay in my arms again if that happens.

After a lukewarm shower, I returned to bed.

"Maybe today would be better."

I prayed to myself before I went to sleep again.