The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

After licking, Rufus' wounds showed signs of faster healing; the lesions stopped bleeding and were eventually closing. I rose to get some water, but Rufus, despite being unconscious, managed to slink his hand to my wrist, pulling me back. He muttered something under his breath, and then reached for the back of my head, yanking me for a kiss on the lips.

I was wide-eyed, stunned by what he did. I wondered what was going on.

Rufus' kiss was becoming wilder. His kisses were beginning to asphyxiate me, and I was becoming numb. But he was unyielding.

I groaned and tried to push Rufus away, but he was undeniably much stronger than me. He turned over, and now he was on top of me, pressing me on the ground as he intended to continue kissing me. To my horror, I found that his eyes were open, sternly fixed on me.

For a moment, I froze. I fumbled for a way to explain my presence here.

But soon, I calmed down and relieved a sigh.

That was because when I looked closely at his eyes, he seemed to be unfocused, as if he was still in a state of unconsciousness.

totally forgot about how the saliva of a werewolf could prompt their mate's sexual desire. It seemed that I had been separated

in. I couldn't help worming my arms around Rufus' waist. Since I couldn't escape just yet, I might as well

of fabric from my coat and bound Rufus' eyes with it, and

stupor he was in. Eventually, he stripped off his clothes and held me tightly, as if hoping that embedding me

against his body. He moaned, and I

the way up until it reached the vertex between my legs. He

squeezed my legs together

the disparity in our strengths, he didn't break a sweat in shoving my hand away. Persistent, his slender fingers skillfully slid into my opening. While gently giving my clit little attention, he

if having a mind of its own, my body reacted, arching and aching to feel the warmth from his manhood. Delicate gasps came flowing out of my mouth. Rufus' fingers were like pistons in my honeypot against the lube my canal had produced. Hearing the rhythmic sounds from my lower body coupled with the friction of his fingers against my channel aroused me. He continued doing wonders down there, and soon, I trembled as I neared and

charge of my spinning mind. I turned us over, and it was now my turn pinning him on the ground. I crashed my lips against his, kissing him fervently. I

As I teased myself, I realized something. Never before had I felt emptier like this

my other pair of lips around the thickness of his glandes. Shifting my buttocks, I let myself get into a comfortable position as my twat slowly gobbled

sinfully heavenly paradise. It had been so long since I had last done this,

injecting his prick inside me, all the way up to the entrance of my cervix. "It's so big..." I threw my head back and moaned. The feeling of being filled made my scalp tingle. My clit throbbed as I felt his thickness pulsate within me. I didn't dare to move, but the feeling of swelling forced