Bonded By Destiny

Third Person’s POV

The evening was dull with dark  clouds occluding any sun rays from penetrating. Apart from that, the weather was calm save for the buzz that covered the entire pack lands. As darkness approached, adults raced down to the sacred hall mated and unmated. Excitement filled the pack, contrary to the baleful clouds that hang over them.

A series of screams of agony were heard at the former alpha’s place. The Luna to be writhed in the bathroom, seated on the tiled floor as cold water pelted over her nude body. Anything to calm the heat that spread forth through her veins, leaving her insides burning.

‘Rykeeeer! ‘ She screamed the raw pain in her voice breaking the heart of the women who waited by the bathroom door. She needed to be dressed for the ceremony, like tradition stipulated, several elderly women were appointed to groom her. In their presence, the former Luna was there, talking her through the pain.

The cold water did nothing to numb the pain, but it was something if you asked her. Like knives repeatedly being driven inside of her flesh, the dizzyingly acute  pain temporarily blinded her.

Her scent hefty with arousal wafted through the air, to the outside inviting unmated males to mate with her. It coaxed them, calling them in ways they couldn’t control. It dominated them, their cocks hardening inside their pants in pure lust. Ripe, their beasts knew she was ready and so were they.

Growls filled the air as the unmated werewolves responded to Tamara’s pheromones. They fought with each other in an attempt to get closer to her and relieve the heat from her.

Several mated warriors had been placed all around the house and inside, guarding their soon to be Luna in nothing but utter viciousness. They did a good job keeping the horny males away from the house. They fought and knocked the stubborn ones unconscious.

Alpha Ryker on the hand was cuffed with full harness chains back at his place. His wrists and ankles were restrained, attached together by a belly chain that went around his waist.

He growled viciously, his wolf seeking his mate. He wanted out, but per the tradition, he could only mate with her for the first time while she was in heat during the ceremony. If he were to be freed, he would fuck her at any place.

‘Fucking let me go!’ He roared, the sound resonating and halting every single werewolf that was in the house in their steps. The arrant stupendous power in that deep animalistic voice commanded respect. The lower ranked wolves around his how were brought down to their knees, their will failing them against their inflamed alpha.

His father and Jayson stood by him, awaiting the signal from his mother. Once Tamara was safely taken to the sacred hall, he would be unrestrained.

His wolf could feel the agony his mate was going through. He could feel how her insides tightened and turned jagged. Her insides felt raw, exposed as if her outer skin was not covering her any more. Her cries of affliction echoed through his mind, incensing his beast more at the restriction. He attempted to break the chains with every scream that iterated in his mind.

He was shirtless, droplets of salty liquid covering a larger part of his upper body. The jugular vein on his thick neck popped, rage coursing through it swiftly. His back was arched back, muscled like a well-bred stallion. It was well defined with curves of tense muscles visibly knotted every time he felt the pain of his mate.

Despite the distance between the two, the heat of his mate affected him more than the unmated males. Carnal, the desire for his mate was straight up irresistible and possessive. It consumed both his beast and man in ways inexplicable to them.

Want, Ryker’s manhood painfully pressed the front of his fly. He was hard to the maximum, the bond multiplying the emotions. A wet spot could be clearly be seen, as his head wept. Pre cum pooled on the fabric,  with his blood vessels filled to the maximum. His heart beat intensified as he squirmed both in anger at the separation between his beast and his mate, and arousal at the pheromones that emanated from the bond.

Pack members gathered in the sacred hall, which was specifically designed for this day. Every claiming ceremony took place there, and this one was no different. They waited patiently for their Alpha and his mate to arrive, there after, the two would copulate.

The hall had neatly arranged red panda furs on the very centre. It was circular with candles placed all around. The candles was the only source of light in there, and yet the adults could clearly see everything with their enhanced vision. They sat on black furs around the centre, with the mated ones sitting by each other.

On the far end was a wooden table, with two red calabashes placed and a knife. The items would be used after the mating, during which Tamara would officially become the Luna.

As the crowd gathered, the concoction pain reliever Tamara  had been given earlier before the shower and began setting in. It didn’t completely rid the pain, but it dampened it to some extend. So much so that she was able to get into the bathtub with the help of the women.

A number of flavored herbs were added to the water as required by the pack tradition. White rose petals where splayed around her, their fragrance adding a nice scent to the water. They bathed her, massaged her while she lay with her eyes shut. She was shy but after Maggie explained that every soon to be Luna went through the same path, she relaxed.

A pumice stone with a rubber handle was brought out for shaving. They spread her legs, then used the soaked pumice stone to remover her pubic hair. Gently and slowly in circular motions, they massaged the area, applying oil. It was a bit painful, but her heat overshadowed the pain.

She was dressed in a white dress that was purely crocheted in y stitches that left nothing for imagination. It had a long v-, neck that left her boobs almost slipping outside. The back of the dress had cutouts, running all the way just above her ass. You could see her creamy body through the holes made by the stitches. Her hair hang on her shoulders, shiny and curly.

Soon she was covered in a white rob and was escorted to the sacred hall with mated warriors surrounding her. As her bare feet made contact with the wooded floor of the sacred hall, all chatter ceased. Beauty, she sat on one of the fur rags, still under protection.

Then heavy footsteps thudded on the floor as her mate approached in a sprint. His wolf was out, and after being freed he followed her scent down here. He stood in front of her, taking her form in as if they were the only ones in the room. Then he pulled her to her feet and a throaty groan emanated from deep within.

Gray orbs with amber and gold streaks drank her in, the pupils dilating from under his eye lids. Her green eyes met with his, the connection going straight down between their legs. Candle light flames swayed in the open air, adding a sensual atmosphere to the room.

The male arm extended, gently his hand came into contact with her right cheek. With his gaze fixed on hers, he parted his lips, moving his hand down until it was on her shoulder covered robe. As he trailed down with a feather like touch, a stream of tingles erupted on Tamara’s skin. Her heart thumped at the feeling of her mate’s touch, awakening the flames that had since subsided.

‘So smooth. ‘ Low, sexy voice enveloped her form as he pushed the edges of the robe off her shoulders. Her eyes followed the robe as it fell down and pooled by her feet. Anticipation, he could see her boobs peeking as she heftily breathed, raising her chest. He admired the goddess before him, his beast salivating and panting at the back of his head.

Exquisite, she enthralled him, man and beast were bound by the woman. His burning gaze on her caressed her insides, sending flames along her entire nervous system. She wanted him to relieve the deep ache between her legs. She was impatient, a wave of heat washing over her with every delay he made. Only his touch cooled the pain, adding more flames of desire.

‘Please. ‘ A spell binding whisper called onto him, her green eyes slightly becoming watery. She panted, frustration consuming her as her clit throbbed, engorged to the maximum. She took his hands and guided them up and down her stomach. Sexual tension engulfed the room, floating above every single soul.

Giving in to her sexual plea, he pulled her body flush to his. She craned her neck upwards to look at him, licking her lips as her eyes flicked to his. His hand found way to the back of her head and leaned down. Their mouths met in a rushed kiss that sent liquid pooling in her bare pussy.

A guttural groan rumbled deep from his chest. ‘ Fucking goddess, you taste so good. ‘

He nipped her lips, sucking and licking them in urgency. The kiss was ferocious, it made the two even forget that there was an audience. Her hands fumbled with the belt of his pants, she wanted to touch him. His hands moved between them up to her milky globes, that dizzied him.

Pulling from the kiss, he took a step back and fixed his eyes on her boobs. The material of the yarn showed her hard nipples, the sight forcing his dick to twitch under his pants. The little movement didn’t  pass by Tamara’s eyes that were trained specifically on his fly. She moved towards him and threw her hands around his neck standing on the tip of her toes.

He put his hands under her ass and pulled her upwards. She wrapped her tiny legs on his waist and grinded on him. Wildly, she sort for friction, throwing her head back as their organs met. She wanted more, he needed it all.

‘Aaaah!’ Goosebumps arose from her skin, as he sucked a spot on the base of her neck. Slowly, he lowered them onto the fur, maintaining eye contact. He then helped her out of her dress, and soon he kicked off his trousers. He kneeled in front of her, spreading her legs to reveal the sweet honey pot. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

‘Fucking wet. ‘ The air from his mouth blew over her sex, a moan emanating from her. She squirmed impatiently, waiting for his mouth to come into contact with her pussy. When it finally did, she cried out, lifting her hips towards his face. As his tongue licked her juices, his wolf rumbled, appreciating the taste of her.

She was like a drug to the alpha male, the scent of her arousal forcing the alpha to touch himself while he pleasured  her. His other hand stroked his fully erect cock, pumping it in time with his tongue rolling over her clit. Both groaned from the pleasure, breathing heavily in want.

‘Take me. ‘ She whispered, her eyes struggling to remain open, heavy with unadulterated arousal. ‘ Tamara. ‘ He licked his lips, moaning as he swallowed her sweetness while looking at her. Her pussy pulsated, beckoning him to come closer.

He crawled until his face was directly above her chest, then without warning, he took one nipple in his warm mouth. One hand pulled and twisted her nipple while the other found it’s way home. He pushed two fingers inside of her, pumping them swiftly without slowing down.

‘His gave both nipples equal attention, still stroking her insides with his digits. She writhed under him, moaning and panting. His thumb rubbed her bean with an intensity that forced her legs to open wider. She took his digits wholly, grinding onto them. She chased her orgasm, her scent becoming more musky the closer she got to her orgasm.

Ryker could feel her tightening around him and so he sucked, rubbed and pumped harder. Then like a volcano eruption, her body shook as a wave of orgasm washed through her. Her toes curled, her hand pulling her mate’s hair unintentionally.

Tonight I fuck you raw, tonight we become parents.