A Battle Within

"Geesh, Delilah," Visenya huffed, "did you have to be so brash? The woman apologized."

"You call that brash?" Delilah retorted, "I think I let her off easy."

Visenya shook her head, concerned. "Well, now she's going to be afraid of me."

"Good... she should be," Delilah replied, her tone unapologetic. "You know, that's your problem, Visenya... you're too damn soft."

"I am not!" Visenya protested.

Delilah snorted, dismissing Visenya's defense. "Oh please, you object anytime I want to hunt rabbits."

"Because they're so cute and fluffy." Visenya defended herself, her voice filled with compassion.

"My point exactly! I really question your Lycan blood sometimes," Delilah remarked, her skepticism evident.

"Well, my mother did always say I didn't belong to this world," Visenya admitted, a hint of sadness in her voice.

Marienne walked into the kitchen, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "It's about time you put that hussy in her place. You should let your wolf out more often," she remarked, her voice filled with amusement.

Delilah growled in response, her tone dripping with defiance. "Let me out more often?! She says that as if I don't hold any power. Maybe I should take control again and rough her up a bit."

"Delilah!" Visenya quickly interjected, a note of disapproval in her voice.

"Ooo... your eyes did that swirly thing," Marienne exclaimed, her eyes lighting up with fascination as she observed Visenya's wolf rouse.

“Could you help me with these dishes, please?" Visenya asked, wanting to change the subject.

Marienne glanced at the dirty dishes, a look of disgust crossing her face. "I would, but I don't like washing dishes. I think I'll go pick some herbs instead."

Visenya watched in disbelief as Marienne skipped out of the kitchen, leaving the dirty dishes behind.

“Just give me a minute with her.” Delilah's voice echoed in Visenya's mind, pleading for a chance to confront Marienne.

Visenya resisted immediately, letting Delilah know that she did not approve of her taking control again. "What's gotten into you today?" She questioned.

"I don't like her, Visenya. There's something very off about her... I can sense it," Delilah expressed.

"She is a little odd, but she's my friend and I don't have to hide anything from her," Visenya justified. "I haven't had that at all since I've been here."

"Excuse me?" Delilah scoffed. "You've had me."

"No, I mean other than you, but it's different with her," Visenya clarified.

"I can't smell her," Delilah added.

Visenya furrowed her brows. "Really? I thought that was just me."

"I'm telling you, something is not right," Delilah insisted. "I want you to stay away from her."

“Calm down, Delilah. I don’t think she’s a threat," Visenya reassured. "You've been on edge all morning, though. I can feel your claws scratching around inside my mind. Why do you feeling so aggressive?”

“I don’t know, I can’t explain what I’m feeling... I'm sorry,” Delilah whimpered softly.

“It’s alright, I should be the one apologizing," Visenya admitted. "I often only think about what I have to deal with here and forget to ask if you’re okay.”

“My purpose in this world is to protect you and keep you strong," Delilah affirmed. "You shouldn’t have to worry about me.”

“I can’t help but worry about you. You’re my wolf, Delilah," Visenya confessed. "I know we don’t always agree on everything, but for the most part, we’re of one mind and one heart. You’re a part of me, and I’ll always care about you.”

Visenya could feel Delilah’s tail wag and ears go back in a smile.

“And I, you,” Delilah replied, her voice filled with affection.
———

Just like every other day, Visenya patiently waited outside Lucian’s lavatory as he indulged in a refreshing shower. His neatly arranged clothes lay on the bed, eagerly awaiting his attention.

“Mutt!” Lucian called.

“Ugh… she has a damn name!” Delilah grumbled inwardly.

Visenya cautiously opened the door a crack. “Did you call me, Master?”

“Come here!” He commanded.

She stepped into the lavatory, positioning herself just outside the shower. “Do you require any assistance, Master?”

As he pulled the curtain back, her gaze was instantly drawn to his flawlessly sculpted physique, accentuated by the glistening water droplets cascading gracefully over each muscle crease. Aware of her intense scrutiny, he felt his heart race in response.

The change in his heartbeat did not go unnoticed by Visenya, who suddenly became aware of her own biting of the bottom lip, succumbing to an uninvited desire for this bastard. With remarkable composure, she swiftly regained her poise, meeting his gaze... those fiery eyes now ablaze with a newfound intensity.

"Strip," he said in one husky breath.

She had sensed this moment approaching, knowing it would come sooner rather than later. Without hesitation, she obeyed his command, peeling off her clothes while his eyes remained fixed on her every move. Once she stood before him, completely exposed, he pulled her into the shower, positioning her directly beneath the cascading water.

As the liquid streamed over her, drenching her from head to toe, he couldn't resist the urge to touch her. Surrendering to his primal instincts, his hands eagerly caressed her supple breasts. While they may not have been the largest he had ever encountered, they possessed a softness, a perkiness that felt exquisite in his massive palms. His thumbs delicately traced the contours of her nipples, eliciting a response as they stiffened beneath his touch.

She refrained from making eye contact, simply standing there as he played with her body as if she were a lifeless doll. The altercation between her and Grace that morning had reached his ears, fueling his anger at how easily Visenya would allow another woman to take her place. For a brief moment, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be mated to a woman like Grace. The thought of exploring a more adventurous sexual experience seemed far more enticing than the current statue-like figure standing before him.

Intently studying Visenya's face, he attempted to unravel the mysteries hidden within her gaze. He couldn't ignore the way she had looked at him just moments ago. Her lack of repulsion towards his physical appearance was evident in the way she sensually bit her luscious lip and the way her wolf flickered in her eyes. The fully erect state of her nipples served as a vivid indication of her undeniable pleasure from the stimulation she was receiving.

He slipped one of his hands between her thighs, and she only flinched slightly, giving him the impression that she was growing accustomed to his touch. Just as he had anticipated, she was dripping wet, and it wasn't from the running water either. No, this was a different sensation, one he was beginning to crave more and more.

He smoothly inserted a finger inside her... and then another, and she welcomed his digits with ease. Her body was undeniably ready for him, and he was eager to fulfill its desires. His cock throbbed with hardness, yearning for her, and he refused to waste any more precious time.

With a swift motion, he turned her around and pressed her against the wall, gently bending her over. His hands caressed her perfectly round and curvy backside, unable to resist giving it a firm squeeze and a playful smack. Visenya felt Delilah stir within her mind the moment his hand connected with her bottom.

Her wolf was already restless, and she feared that she may emerge. She knew it would end disastrously if she did. Visenya had become skilled in suppressing her dominant Alpha nature around Lucian, but Delilah was a different challenge altogether. She silently calmed Delilah within her thoughts, pleading for her to remain composed.

Lucian placed the head of his penis inside her, and she eagerly welcomed the rest of him, her body instinctively knowing how to take him now. With each vigorous thrust, she pressed against the shower wall, determined to maintain her balance. The warmth, wetness, and tightness of her enveloping walls made him feel like he was in paradise.

Her delicate sheath clung to his cock like a perfectly fitted glove. In that moment, he realized he could happily die right there, lost in the depths of her pleasure. Yes, he would be a contented Dragon even in his final breaths.

She knew he could last forever, and she had no desire to stay in that position for long. She pondered what she could do to expedite his release. Although, she lacked experience in sexual matters, she contemplated a strategy that might hasten his climax. With determination, she began to rock back against him, synchronizing her movements with his enthusiastic thrusts.

"Oh, fuck!" He moaned.

His reaction confirmed that she had made the right move. He firmly grasped her hips and slammed her into him even harder, and there it was again, that clawing in her mind. She could feel Delilah prowling around in there. In that moment, Visenya felt an intense urge to touch herself, just as she had done over the years in the solitude of her chambers. It was her way of subduing the powerful sexual urges that had accompanied her status as an unmated Lycan for so long.

She quickly pushed Delilah to the back of her mind, "What are you doing, Delilah? You can't push forward like that right now... that's mating! We will NOT mate with him!"

Delilah retreated to the deepest, darkest recesses of her mind, shutting Visenya out completely—an action she had never taken before. It was evident that something was deeply troubling her, and this greatly concerned Visenya.

Lucian couldn't hold it in any longer; he threw his head back in ecstasy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as he released his seed inside her. It took him a minute or so to clear his hazy head and catch his breath. Eventually, he pulled out and ran his thumb along her opening, watching his seed spill out of her.

He spread her just a little more, savoring the view as his hefty release dripped from her pretty little pussy and down her inner thighs. It satisfied him to know that he could fill her up anytime he wanted because she was his and only his. Nobody else will ever have her, except for him.