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.

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

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

tore off a piece of fabric from my coat and bound Rufus'

obviously torn between hating and consenting my actions amidst the stupor he was in. Eventually, he stripped off his clothes and held me tightly, as

body. He moaned, and I felt his

until it reached the vertex between my legs. He hooked my underwear with his expert fingers and pulled it

legs together as I grabbed Rufus' wrist

if to remind me of 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,

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

me to recover my strength. I took a deep breath as courage took charge of my spinning mind. I turned us over, and it was now my turn pinning him on the ground. I crashed my lips

felt myself cum. As I teased myself, I realized something. Never before had I felt

get into a comfortable position as

at the back of my head. That contact alone sent me for a trip to a sinfully heavenly paradise. It had been so long since I had last done this, so I found the first invasion uncomfortable. Although my cunt was dripping wet from my previous release, it did little in helping me accommodate all of

my cervix. "It's so big..." I threw my head back and