The Crown's Entrapment

Clara was all but willing to surrender to Gilas’s advances when he suddenly stopped. Almost surprised, she opened her eyes, only to gulp when she saw him staring at her intently.

[Let him take you now!] Sheba encouraged with a shout. [Complete the Mate Bond!]

Her wolf’s words rang firm and true in her head, but she didn’t dare to admit or even comment about them at the moment. She knew she had no energy to reject Gilas right now, and doing so would only make her look more stupid to her ever teasing wolf.

“Clara, you’re mine…” Gilas firmly murmured, his gaze burning into her with so much desire that she could feel it right through their Mate Bond.

Clara took in a sharp breath. She parted her lips to answer, but before she could even do so, Gilas had already once again crushed them in between his own hot lips… He was clumsy and needy, and yet it didn’t matter to her at all as she felt herself melting into his warm embrace.

No words were exchanged as they kept on kissing each other on the lips, their hands slowly yet surely beginning to explore the other’s bodies as the heat of the room seemed to only get hotter and hotter. All the while, Clara felt her head feel lighter and muddier with each passing second. There was no escaping for her now. No matter how much she said to herself that it wasn’t the time yet, her body had other plans.

She was going to do this, and she was sure she was going to enjoy it.

“Gilas…” she breathed out.

Instead of a reply, her mate simply ran his hands across her body, his lips ravaging her face while his fingers began their steady march towards her core. Along the way, she felt his touch linger on her chest, her peaks stiffening at attention as Gilas peeled away the dress blocking the way to his property.

Clara moaned as she felt his tongue enter her mouth. He had just been licking away at her cheeks and neck when he suddenly attacked her lips once more, allowing him to gain access to her own tongue. Then again, she hadn’t decided to give up just yet, her own tongue beginning to mount a defense as they both battled for dominance over the other.

However, just as Clara thought that she was starting to win, a stray moan ruined her momentum as Gilas had just begun to feel out her burning core.

“You’re so wet already…” he throatily whispered, only now releasing his grip on her mouth as he suddenly ripped her clothes off. His hands quickly and gently pressed away at her damp mound.

“N-No…” she whimpered, her tongue still tingling from the taste of her mate’s mouth.

Clara weakly shook her head in both excitement and hesitation. As much as she tried to deny it however, the feelings of pleasure coursing through her veins were far too much for her to ignore. Unconsciously, her legs parted, allowing Gilas unparalleled access to her most sacred of places.

[Yes! Yes!]

Sheba’s shouts of approval fell on deaf ears as Clara focused more on trying to keep up her composure. Even as her legs were already parted for him, Gilas seemed to be content in simply ravaging her entire body first, his alcohol-riddled breath touching any and every part of her that wasn’t her aching core as he took in all of the scents and sights her body had to offer. His tongue ran through every inch of skin and sweat, every crevice in her body unspared as he took her all in as slowly as he possibly could.

“Clara… You taste amazing…” Gilas moaned as his tongue circled around one of her stiff nipples. “I never thought I’d see the day…”

She blinked at his nonsensical words. Sure, they made some sense, but his slurred way of speaking was making it hard for her to piece together what exactly was being said to her. But before she could even ask what he meant by his words, she let out another moan as Gilas had already begun his journey lower with his ever-present tongue.

“G-Gilas…”

Clara couldn’t help but stutter and groan as her body gave her sensations that she had never experienced before. She knew pleasure, sure, but never at this height as Gilas continued his relentless ministrations. Before she knew it, his tongue was already knocking on the door to her sex, his hot breaths hitting her core in ways that she could’ve never imagined before in her life.

“Amazing…”

She blushed at the way Gilas spoke just now. His tone carried an air of finality to it, a confidence that only spoke of just how much he meant each and every action he carried out. Even now, his hands had never let up, his fingers playing with her mounds and stomach that drew out all of the moans and gasps that she could possibly have in her to make.

“Clara…” Gilas breathed out, his mere breath alone making her shiver as he spoke. “I’ll make sure to make you truly mine…”

And with that, he dove right into her slit, her inner walls clenching painfully as the first lick sent a jolt of pleasure so great that it was almost painful.

“Nghh!”

“Clara?” he quickly stopped, worry evident in his tone. “Are you alright?”

Her eyes widened. She didn’t think her voice could even get that high. “I-I’m alright…”

“Just tell me if what I’m doing to you is agreeable to you, alright?” Gilas responded, his voice losing some of the slurs that he previously had. “I want this to be good for you… And I will adjust to your needs should it pleases you.”

“T-Thank you…” Clara panted out with a smile. “J-Just… Take it slow, I think…”

Looking down in between her thighs, Clara gave Gilas an anxious smile, which her mate only returned with a nod before diving right back in. Almost immediately, her back arched once more, sensations both familiar and foreign coursing through her nerves as she fought the urge to scream and squirm.

This was… This was an experience she was sure she would never forget.