Kingdoms In Their Eyes [H&P]

[hades.]

Meanwhile, moments prior…

The Alpha brushed and bruised the halls of his mass, spiraling up the thin stairs to reach the North Tower. Just as one could imagine, he was still irritable and impossible to deal with. His shoulder barely bending from the slow healings fighting an infection caused by the near-fatal silver projectile. Much like his swollen post-sex member, his arm twitched every so often to shake off the death of tingly numbness. His abdominal muscles also ached, tighter than they had been in years from his thrust and struggle just hours prior. His knees shook, feeling his age as they tried to buckle up the stairs as quickly as his impatience and stubbornness would allow. As he reached the top, the Alpha barely busted through the thick cedar doors, nearly turning it to splinters. He let out a huge and mighty roar, bellowing out the pain of his impatience in the manner of - "Show me the girl!"

And if by magic, as if the cursed witch remained, her magical curse of a death-sentenced rose painted black as death, wilting inside a glass stand and hovering. Condensation started to fog the glass as the monster approached. Quickly it started to freeze until the beast could bear witness to his reflection. He snubbed at himself, looking away in disgust from the monster he saw not only in the reflection but in his own troubled and twisted soul. His blue eyes slowly lingered back up to see the young woman strolling out into the garden.

She's so beautiful... The Alpha whimpered out. It was like a cruel joke to see her face just after the hideous creature he just bore witness to. Though he had just seen her, he observed her more thoroughly. Her eyes, those locks of hair. Her skin had a radiant glow perhaps not being so overwhelmed in fear when he first met her.

But I'm. I'm. Ugh… Mourned the mighty beast. He looked down at his arms. He could see his long nails that have sliced the throats of thousands of men without little remorse. They were hideous, his claws dirty and bloodstained, as long as fangs. Even the feared them, as the soul inside him started to shrink. He wasn't one to cry. Ever. His conditioned eyes holding back a faint tear of loneliness, nearly drying as quickly as it arrived, frozen in his icy blue hues.

And then, as he gazed into his curling claws, he could feel Coque's hand touch the grass, sending his palm to sting as he roared out before checking his paw. Curse you, Coque. But he was too focused on the prisoner. She was looking around at the castle, but for what or who he was unsure. His hands came down on each end of the table as he rubbernecked around looking to find what it was she was searching for. His heart fluttered, wondering if she was looking for her exit.

"What are you looking at?!" He snarled a demanding bark but the image didn't change to a bird's eye view of the castle in search of him.

His enamourment dissolved as he watched her move toward the tree. He too winching as her foot stepped onto the damp grass once again. It was infuriating to see. The Alpha was blinded in his hatred for anything outside his hold. Everything is sacred, preserved, or rotted away. He could feel his blood boil.

He wondered why Coque allowed it, seesawing from who was infuriating him more. It is your job to serve, Headmistress. He growled. Curious as to why she had been acting stranger than usual.

Get her off the grass Coque! Gr… His xenophobia bubbling in a toxic brew inside. And then, when the pup moved towards her for an apple he watched as she fed it. It struck through him creating an internal conflict like no other.

She must hate me… He let out a sigh. After the trauma, she had endured it like an enchantress summoning her scent in his cold cluttered chamber. She was innocent and sweet in his eyes, not some traitor. What have I done...? He rightfully regretted his actions.

Slowly, he crawled out of his depressing dungeon, looming those long halls to go and meet her in the Dire-garden. Coque was frightened to see him standing there on all fours. It was his demeanor, forcing her to retreat from her own two legs and down on all fours. He sat, waiting patiently by the door as Coque hurried the pupils along. The Alpha was bloodthirsty, unstable, and unpredictable in her eyes and preferred the children to be away from him in this time of darkness and desperation.


Coque's plan was coming together. She was right, after all. Perhaps she was the one but even if she were, his first appearance was that of a monstrous mammal, a foul ferocious atrocity, and in his mind it was unpardonable. It was a hard concept to chew -- further driving his people to their peril. He couldn't even look at them, ashamed of the future of the children who never got to experience a fraction of how the world was meant to be. Despite his lack of confidence, Coque was sure to tease her demands as she approached:

She is the one, you know… She groaned out.

It had fallen on deaf ears, as the beast continued to gaze at Celine. His eyes pouting, yet his posture was strong and still prideful, if not slightly smug from Coque's womanly nature of having the world play out like an open narration of his life. He loathed it, rolling them as he heard one of the younglings bite at her statement.

What one, Headmistress? One of the younglings yelped out. Curious as a cat, stubbornly standing by the doorway to block the line of other curious onlookers.

Yeah, what one? Another chimed in with a curious bark.

Alpha wanted to yawn. Hoping they would just leave already, but Coque was set on riling up the entire kingdom with far fetched fantasies. At least she had a clever way of putting it, just in case she is as wrong as he believed.

From the story. Now don't tell me you all haven't heard of the Princess and the Frog? She kissed an old nasty little toad and poof - out popped handsome prince. If all the stories to have picked to pick on the Alpha. It was assuring, a compliment that at least deep down she still acknowledges that he is, indeed, a former handsome prince.

Ugh… The Alpha sighed. He felt like a fucking toad.

Ewwww… Gross. The younglings yelped as they dashed on through the doors one by one. Well, except for one who was too into Celine. He was the youngest of them all, if not the most playful of the pack. He had little problem finding mischief and his paws still too clumsy even after centuries of frolicking around.

Finally, after catching up, the two were all alone in the garden. He, in the dead patch of clay and grass, jealous as she stood on the grass that he once laid with Amelia eating apples. It was where their first kiss had happen, their initials covered by the rose vines that wrapped the large apple tree. He yearned for yore, as his heart grew sore.​

 

[Pink.]

Celine's eyes were warm as they watched the pup devour the apple, laughing at his clumsiness when half of the apple fell from his mouth and landed on the living grass under her feet. It looked at the core with a whine, the high pitch pulling at Celine's heart strings as she crouched and reached for the remnants.

"Can you not go on the grass?" she asked out loud, though she hardly anticipated that any of the wolves would answer. She simply mused over the curiosity, noting how she had witnessed the adult female carefully balance just at the edge as well. She didn't feel any pain or discomfort, and the wolves clearly could eat the fruit from the tree without issue, so the cause of their fear remained a mystery but not one she would dwell on for long as the Alpha slowly lumbered into view.

Slowly coming back up to her feet, she swallowed the lump of fear in her throat, her eyes wide and glossy as they tracked every step the beast made. She remained standing in the circle of green as the two adults brushed past one another; clearly communicating with one another, though about what Celine couldn't be sure. She licked her lips, her fingers twisting into knots before her as the rest of the wolves began to leave; the youngest yipping and barking at each other as they stumbled over each other back into the castle after the female, leaving her alone with the beast from the night before.

The intelligence and emotion in his eyes continued to astonish her, conflicting with everything she understood from the knowledge of the Direwolves in Paris. They were insane, blood-thirsty monsters, incapable of anything more than killing. But what Celine was seeing in this ruined castle showed her none of that. Even this Alpha she couldn't see as that anymore. Cruel, yes. But a mindless killing machine? No. She parted her hands and slid them over her thighs, rustling the skirt of the blue gown she wore as she took one cautious step back; putting just a little more space between them as she glanced nervously around the garden.

"Are… you hungry?" she asked, an anxious tremble in her voice as she spoke to him and gestured to an apple in the tree hanging above her.

 

[hades.]

The beast shamefully couldn't peel his icy blue hues on Celine. Her dress was absolutely appropriate for her beauty, blissfully beaming like an Angel standing upon a place he was too wicked for. Unsure of what his move should be as he just sat and stared at her in silence. She was attempting to adjust, or so it seemed as she had shyly offered him an apple.

Truth be told, the last time he had eaten mortal food was when he was, in fact, a mortal. As his stomach growled loudly to begging for the taste of such a fine delicious treat, the Alpha refused by gently shaking his head side to side stubbornly.

Why should he deserve such a treat for his behavior? He looked down, trying to find a way to try and apologize. He, himself, unsure of what had come over him last night.

He then, an idea.

Proudly the tired old beast stood, exposing his tall and frightening stance. He moved towards her, silent and weak. He clutched his empty stomach, dying to feast on the only thing he knew how to enjoy now. His feet burned as they stepped on to the grass, steaming and smoldering under the soles of his feet as he moved to her. His face tried to show little pain. Though it was excruciating, it was exciting when he pushed past the pain to find the simple pleasures of his castle's grass.

Once under the canopy of the tree, the beast looked down at Celine. He had a sadness in his soul that seeped out of his dry tear ducts. Slowly he looked over towards the tree entwined in the thick prickly vines of roses. His paw came up to pick one of them, turning it to hand it over towards Celine. For him, it wasn't a token of his love, a thought entirely unfathomable to him. He shifted his feet within the grass, feeling like hot coals burning his soles. One arm came back to stroke the back of his neck, somewhat nervously and shy.

He had so many things to say, yet what was the point? Actions always speak louder than words. He could barely make eye contact as he stood closer to her in the ring of fire. And though it was painfully unpleasant, the beast found serenity in it.

His stomach growling still in his silence…​

 

[Pink.]

Celine gasped as he stepped over the threshold and upon the green grass the other wolves had been so careful to avoid. And after just one step it was painfully clear why. Her eyes widened in shock, her hands thrusting forward to try and gesture for him to stop, but he kept coming; stalking over the ground that burned his skin like boiling water. He must be in considerable pain, but there wasn't a whimper or grimace on his face as he came close enough to tower over her.

"What are you doing?" she cried, her gaze pouring over the sizzling, steaming reaction of his hind paws to the ground as he plucked a rose from the vine behind her. She didn't even look up before she started to shove him forward, using her entire body to press him back toward the apparent safety of the blight that plagued the rest of the earth around them.

At the edge they stumbled, throwing him back against the dead ground with Celine on top.

 

[hades.]

The Beast's eyes went wide in shock as she shoved him back. This human only further amazing him as he came crashing down onto the dead ground below. Some of the air started to escape from his lungs, forced out by the landing. His mind didn't process that he was on fire at first as her jerked and squirmed below her for a moment until realizing he wasn't on the grass any longer to stand defiantly in his inescapable doom.

One arm wrapped around her lower back, gently moving along her hips to bring her a little tighter against him. Feeling her close comforted the idea that he could cushion her, the other hand still holding onto the rose. The behemoth seemed scared, scared of this beautiful broad now that things were more… intimate. Naturally, as the beast shyly studied her facial features, the rose lifted and tucked in behind her ear before resting on her cheek. Slowly the tip of his thumb tugged down the side of her face for a moment. It was that moment mourning out of him the anguish of not feeling his lips against hers. They were almost begging for it before the behemoth rolled her off him as if this was all just a mistake. A simple misunderstanding and he again got too caught up.

He rolled over on his heels. He wasn't sure what to do. Unsure if she noticed that twinkle that lit his eyes as they sparkled beneath the midday sun. He was embarrassed, growling loudly as he tried to collect himself. He paced for a second, rubbing his sore shoulder before walking past her to the double doors. Slowly he turned back to look at her, before looking back down. He felt grotesque, grizzly, and grimey.​

 

[Pink.]

Celine's hands braced against his chest as she pushed herself up just enough to look down at his face, his arm wrapping around her hips to hold her still made her feel… warm, and it baffled her. She should be disgusted by him, terrified, infuriated, any of it, and she was, but not to the degree Celine would have expected if she were thinking clearly. Instead, what she recognized was a flutter in her stomach and a hiccup in her pulse as her heart skipped from the gentle caress of the rose being placed behind her ear. Her stomach pressed to his, her hips at his waist and legs dangling between his own, her dress draped over the pair of them and their eyes locked as time seemed to freeze.

And then it jerked forward, returning her focus to the present as he rolled out from under her and returned to his hide legs; his massive height looming over her as she pushed herself back up to her feet.

While her body still ached and burned from the night before, she found it didn't bother her so much after his tender touch. The spark in his eye that for a moment made her feel as if she were locking eyes with a man… But as he growled and paced, large clawed hand rubbing and pulling at his injured arm, Celine felt her stomach churn with guilt of her own.

"Wait," she said as he brushed past her, turning to reach for his forearm just as he stopped and looked back at her.

Her heart leapt up into her throat as she looked at him, suddenly realizing she had no idea why she had called out, when the thought came unbidden and strong to the forefront of her mind.

"Let me draw you a bath," Celine offered, stepping forward and starting to move past him slowly, just in case he did get violent again, and turned to keep her eyes on him as she did so, "Your wound needs to be cleaned, or it will get infected… If you show me where I can get water, I'll help you?"

 

[hades.]

The Alpha paused at her command, feeling her hand touch against his forearm. It sent his hairs to stand up, a shudder slithering down his spine that forced the beast to let out a loud sigh. He looked down at her hand hanging on his. This was usually something he loathed, being stopped while walking, and yet it was instantly forgiven.

He listened as she offered the warm bath. She was magical, her voice and touch. It was an offer they had to both know he couldn't refuse. He accepted her offer, moving from her slower as her hand drifted down to the palm of his hand he had turned to greet hers. It was in contrast to his claws, tiny in his strong massive paws as they devoured her hand and all its dainty digits. His paw was hot in her hand.

He stopped in the halls in which he leads her down, turning to look at her for only a moment before leading her down further in the depths of the Dire Castle. And within that short surrender of a second, he was overwhelmed in his thoughts.

He couldn't believe something so serene as Celine existed. The beast had become lost in wonder lust, confused as to why she is so gentle and kind. It radiated off her like a sweet scent he had never truly encountered before. Not even his sweet Amelia could hold a candle to the demi-goddess that was Celine. He felt as if he was betraying her, feeling something more than the yore of loves past yolk. Never had the Alpha felt a love so soon, a change of heart.

He groaned, lost for words to tell her just how wonderful she is. For once, he cursed the powers of the curse. Wishing it would all but leave. It was torture, knowing who he is and his appetite for pain. He looked like a monster because deep down he surrendered to shadows of acceptance to it. Letting out a monster to tear away the fabric of humanity that barely remained lost inside his soul. A cruel and unforgiving hell, and though life was hard to swallow at times, it was better to have choked to death on Celine.

The room he leads her to was the same door from Coque's whimsical dream, the meeting ground where Celine clung to the walls and was cleaned. But now she would see inside the room, as the Beast let go to allow her to enter. It was designed as a large elegant bathroom much like a small bathhouse. A large tub sat at the center as a large cauldron. It had a dressing area and a large chunk of the wall had been turned into a window that overlooked the garden and some of Paris. It had a massage table and a bookshelf of old oils and bath salts. Beautiful statues remained still intact. A beautiful chandelier hung above the domed bubbled roof. In one of the corners, a large empty birdcage made from wicker hung that use to house several different types of finches and other small fowls.

He aided her in filling the tub, before the monster slowly stepped inside the large tub that easily accepted his large mass. As he eased in, the pressure of his weight caused a sharp pain sending him to roar out in agony. Even though it was tightly bound in clean dressings, it couldn't prevent him from the pain.​

 

[Pink.]

She stared in wonder at the room as the last bucket of hot water was poured into the tub; steam rising in the air and activating the perfumes in the salts and oils that lined the shelves and created a relaxing, soothing aroma that hung in the mist. Her eyes danced over the statues before sliding to the view of Paris, but her reverie broke when the Dire King snarled in pain. Turning, Celine moved quickly over to the tub's side, her hands stopping in the air between them for a heartbeat; dropping before they ever touched him as she looked down over him in the water.

"Your arm?" Celine asked out loud, the ridiculousness of talking to him not lost on her, her voice soft as she waited for some indication before she dropped her gaze to the bandages wrapped around his arm. Her expression twisted with a frown as her hands lifted again, delicately taking the bandages between her fingers before she began to unwrap it carefully; looking down through the blood matted fur to the wound. "I'm sorry," she whispered as she shifted her weight to sit on the edge of the tub.

With her legs crossed one over the other and her weight carefully balanced on one delicate hip, Celine grabbed the loofah on the ledge to her right and soaked it in the bathwater, her eyes following her tasks as she started to then run the loofah gently up and over his arm; washing the dried blood and debris from his fur carefully.

"Legends says you heal overnight," she mused more to herself than to him, but it felt as natural to speak to him as it did anyone else she had ever come across. She could see it in his eyes when she would briefly meet them… he was following every word. "But I take it that's not true?"

 

[hades.]

======= The big bad beastly behemoth watched and listened. He eased back to let his fur wade in the water exposing his near-human chest and stomach that was bred for war. It had permanent scars left from a previous life which only made explaining her question futile between their language barrier. He was as still as he could be. It was strange to feel the feeling of being bathed and groomed. To feel human again in some sort of fashion.

Once she mentioned his arm, he looked down to try and catch a look at his broad shoulder. She had apologized, which sent him to grumble out a faint growl. If anyone had a reason to be sorry, it was him. If he was to go back in time there would have been so much he would have changed. He didn't enjoy his emotions running rampant but she seemed to pull his strings unlike anything else.

Her next question, as he silently sat soaking in the tub, was beyond a simple shake or nod. However, he did nod no, his shoulder twisting a little with uncertainty. What he did know is that silver had a strange effect on them. Wounds would heal quickly unless by silver. It could be fatal, as the silver causes a strange black scar. Being that his wound was cleanly shot through, meant he suffered what they called a Black Nerve. A permanent pain more equivalent to arthritis that would plague him now, nothing he couldn't handle with his pain threshold. However, if it had gone through a vital organ, just a few inches to the left, he'd surely be dead.

The beast looked at her for a short second before looking down at his claws. His right hand stuck out his long index finger as his left palm flipped out. He ran the large claw across his palm, scratching against it before finally breaking through the skin. He wasn't trying to hurt himself, but enough to show her something. Just as it started to bleed, dripping little droplets of blood into the water, it slowly started to heal. The scratches had vanished while the blood flow came to cease from the deeper cut.

Her necklace caught the shimmering reflection of the sun and the blue hues of the Alpha. His hand reached up at her rejuvenating still. His hands grasped along the trinket before tugging at it. He didn't want to try and rip it from her neck. Just enough to tug in the displeasure of it. He let it go carelessly to drop it back against her cleavage.

She was so beautiful, a nonentity to be named, other than a strange glow about her. His hand now was finally healed as it came to caress the side of her neck. His claws gently clawed and tickled against her flesh, behind the lobe of her ear, before slipping around to lock the web of his hand to wrap between her neck and spine. His thumb and index now stroking and massaging the sides of her neck. He couldn't refrain from touching her. He longed for it, a short shot of soothing adrenaline that slowed his agonizing pain the night before.

His eyes started to sparkle, his hand moving her head toward him as he leaned up to lick along her cheek as sweetly as he could. His tongue again lapped along her chin before attempting to run along the front of her neck. The Alpha's other hand moved onto one of hers, tugging it down into the warm soothing water.

He wanted, no, needed her inside the tub with him. His heart was nervously ticking a dangerous beat. Something burning inside him, telling him to just ravish her again. She hadn't given him a reason but he struggled with his deadly combination of primitive and feral instincts. His eyes almost cat-like as the curse coursed through his veins. He blinked and could see himself forcing her into the tub. He could watch her slowly sinking into a bottomless ocean and he couldn't bring her back to the surface. His long black ears twitched as his chest flexed faster to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Is this what love truly feels like? the Beast pondered. His eyes opening to look up into hers for a brief moment, relieved to see her still sitting at the edge safely by his side. He wondered why he saw his humanly hand reaching for her before she transformed into pure light.

 

[Pink.]

Being in such close proximity to the Alpha gave her opportunity she hadn't had the night before. She could look at him, really look at him, and learn more about him than perhaps any others. She ran her hands over his arm, lifting the water with a cup to pour over his shoulders and wet the portion of him that stuck out from the tub because of his size. While Celine would easily be able to dip under the surface in the size of this tub, the alpha fit, but he wasn't able to dunk his head under. She could fully grasp the sheer magnitude of their size difference being this close, touching him, and finally see the pieces of him that were so eerily human like.

The water poured down his chest and abs in rivulets, drawing her gaze down his body. She stopped at the waterline, her attention staying above his belly button as she washed him. Her body still ached, and her emotions and pride were still very bruised, and she didn't want to draw any more attention to what had happened. If she was to continue to live here, and be with the wolves, she would need to move on. And quickly. Her situation didn't leave any room for wallowing.

As he explained his healing, in a remarkably astute way, Celine couldn't hide the amazement in her eyes. The concern when he sliced open his own palm, the blood dripping into the water like ink, and the manner in which the cut began to stitch itself back together. Right before her eyes. Her eyebrows pinched in confusion, curious then about the gunshot, but then his mostly-healed hand grasped her necklace and tugged firmly, but not roughly, and she understood.

"Silver," she whispered, leaning back and lifting her free hand to grasp the locket; worrying the back of it with her thumb as she studied him closely.

She flinched back when he reached for her necklace, but this time, when he slid his palm over her neck, she shivered. Her eyes held his as she remained cautiously still during the moment of affection, before a sense of apology washed over her. She nodded her head once, lips pursing in a half smile to accept wordlessly before he tugged her closer. Celine's eyes closed as he kissed her cheek, her pulse jumping as his tongue licked softly over her throat as his hand slid down her arm to tug her gently toward the water. She pulled back to look at him, her stomach in knots.

There were certain things that had seemed to call to her since she was a child. The fields beyond her home, the wilds of the woods beyond the city limits, the strays that roamed Paris' streets… but nothing had called to her like him. It was as if a magnet sat deep in her belly, seeking him out whenever he was near. She slowly pulled her hand back and stood, backing away from the tub as she worked the locket anxiously in her fist.

Even after everything he did?

Calmly, and deliberately, she lifted her free hand up to the opposite strap of her dress and wound it around her middle finger before guiding down over her shoulder; repeating the action with the other side until the blue cotton pooled at her ankles and revealed her naked body to the Alpha.

She didn't heal like he did, and her pale skin only made the marks he had left on her all the more apparent. The scratches and cuts, the deep purple bruises along her waist and thighs… Her shoulders tensed with a deep breath, her eyes focused and intense as they searched his own before she stepped forward, keeping her attention on his face as she slipped into the tub one long, abused leg at a time.

 

[hades.]

As Celine undressed before him he was overcome with emotion. His heartbeat pounded out of his chest. He could hear it and he hated it. It was confusing for him, unsure what he felt for her. He was so shunning of himself he couldn't see the natural smile that stroked her lips, his mind imagining that it was forced. Her lips; her tender and soft womanly lips. He could still taste them, feel them at the tip of his long beastly tongue nearly causing it to numb. He yearned for it more than anything as he uncontrollably licked his snout.

His eyes grew large as he watched her undress. He was forcing her all over again. He needed her. He needed love. Something to feel other than the blackness that brewed inside him. He unwillingly and shamefully had to look away as she undressed. His wet paw came up to his face, his index and middle pushed against his eyes. His mind was swirling around, he was drunk on her and feeling the effects of her hangover. He had lived now for centuries and though he lived in total darkness for most of the years, never had he encountered something or someone so angelic as she. He nearly gagged, disgusted with himself. Ashamed of who he was on the inside and out. It was desperation, a mercy fuck to keep him from tearing her in two like the night before.

Once he moved his fingers, relieved of the sharp pain that penetrated his sad and lonely mind, there she was. And again, his heart started to race. His eyes painfully accepting the damage he had inflicted on her. She was beautiful with the marks of red, pink, and purple. One bruise looking nearly like a heart in her thigh where his thumb hand held her tightly. He too could feel that magnet in his stomach and as she stepped into the water he nearly choked on it.

He eased back, pulling back his knees. They made eye contact and again he quickly looked away. He didn't want to fuck this up, not again, but he couldn't overcome the demons inside him. She could never love him. He and the entire Kingdom had all become fools.

The Alpha leaned in, his hand moving up between her thigh to run along the inside. He could feel the welts on her skin, every acute abrasion. Every time she shifted in the discomfort of him brushing against her bruises, a shiver shuddered up his spine. He loved beholding both spectrums of her body, the soothing subtle tickle of a healing wound, the winching of bitter discontent. A strange fascination with seeing something break and in need of mending. She wasn't even recovered and yet he yearned to break her more.

She was a seemingly soft and innocent creature, one he truly loved, but as another hand reached up to tuck back a strand of her hair, it couldn't resist clutching her throat shortly after. She was too perfect. He squeezed, jealous that he couldn't have her. His eyes looked sad, swollen, and starting to water. He waited until her mouth opened to gasp for air. His arm shook as he squeezed tighter, smothering her in his love. Dwindling her down to her last breath as he brought her close to his face.

He released, inhaling the air as she breathed in. His hand slid back to hold her head passionately, his long claws digging lightly into her neck as his tongue slipped into her mouth. It was long, wiggling wildly inside her. It first innocently tickled the roof of her mouth before stroking across the inside of her cheek. Though he was beastly, inhuman in nearly every way, closed his eyes in his kiss and lapped her mouth and tongue with a fiery passion as his head tilted, brushing his cold wet nose against hers.

The hand that roamed her red welts and wounds met against the warmth of her sex. His hairy and bulging big knuckles stroked against her clitoris to test her arousal. It was only a tease as the index knuckle traveled over her stomach and around to take hold of her ass. He squeezed against her. Though she was right there in the tub with him, only a smidge of space separating them, it was a smidge too fucking much. He slid her closer until she was pressed up against him. He could feel her soft breast sink against his hard pectoral muscles. His skin felt like rubber, his nipples still strikingly human. They started to harden as they brushed and touched against hers. The hand that held her ass came up to claw gently down her fuck.

The Alpha was trying… he was trying really fucking hard to love her this time. Not hate her for everything he loved about her. A list that grew a mile long every moment spent by her. For better and for worse. The Alpha was in love.​

 

[Pink.]

Celine's breath trembled past her lips as his hand climbed up the interior of her thigh, her eyes closing and head tilting back ever so slightly. The soft pads of his fingertips sparked little bursts of pleasure as if he were made of steel and she flint, but every time his touch dragged over a bruise or cut she flinched involuntarily; her hands clenching tighter at the edge of the tub and her teeth gritting as the discomfort made her respond to him more than the pleasure. When her eyes opened again to level her gaze with his own, they swirled with uncertainty and desire. Her tongue darted out to wet her lower lip, drawing the flesh between her teeth as his other hand lifted to tuck her hair behind her ear; dragging his knuckles across her cheek just before his hand dropped to wrap around her throat.

She inhaled just as he squeezed, the air catching at the back of her throat and making her eyes water as caution and concern flooded their depths. Her lips parted as he squeezed, her eyebrows pinching together and her hands raising up, one grasping his forearm while the other pressed against his chest; fingers coiling over his heart as he pulled her closer with his grip.

Her vision started to blur, her legs quivering as his other paw continued to climb, brushing over the physical memories of their night before, torturing her with this depraved pleasure as she started to fade. Finally hot, steam-filled air rushed into her lungs as she gasped, her cough cut off by the press of his maws to her lips; swallowing her cries in his kiss.

As his hands moved over her body and his nose pressed against her own, she couldn't help the pitiful whimper that fell from her lips. Her hips rolled when his knuckle pressed against her swollen clit, her head falling back and exposing the long delicate lines of her throat to his lips. She fell against him as he pulled her close, her legs sliding over his thighs until she was straddling him; the hard thickness of his cock pressed between their stomachs.

"Gentle, please," she gasped, her voice laced with pain and fear of more as he dragged his claws down her back and pressed her sex to his.

Arching her back enough to look back down at him, she pleaded with her eyes as her hips shifted to ease her sore but wet pussy from his hand; feeling his shaft press against her clit as she did. With a trembling breath hitching on her lips, she tilted her hips and lifted herself enough to align the soft tip of his cock with her opening; keeping those impossibly large bambi eyes locked with his own as she started to let herself sink over him very slowly.

 

[hades.]

======= Gentle. Her words pulled his hands from her battered body. They ran along the outside of her body to stroke her aura, enough he could catch the warmth of her body stewing in the hot water. Every so often his fingertips tickled and delicately danced on her body before drifting away. He memorized her movements, monitoring every tortuous tease by her moans and tones.

Alpha couldn't allow her to be the only one to tease as he felt his tip dip inside the first inch inside. He didn't buck against her but he was buckling and shaking from the urge. His tail came splashing up out of the water as he shuddered. She was so tight around him again. Clinging around him, squeezing him as she slowly took him. A single claw ran down her back once again, this time a warning of his passion.

He was desperately trying to place nice. Be a good boy and let her have him at her own pace. It was instinct to want to grab her, ravish her, knot her and leave her tattered and torn in a cold tub of dirty sex and blood hours after. He had to stop concentrating on her and her motions while allowing her to work down his lap in an elegant dance. But he had his limits. His old wet nose pressed against one of the bruises on her shoulder, causing the pain to rush to it, a reminder of his pain.

Just as she yelped his long tongue extended to lick the welts and claw wounds on the side of her breast. It dipped under it to lift it with his strong tongue to grope her with it, letting it fall freely before attacking her nipple with a tickle. It soothed the wounds, his velvet tongue, his hot breath warming them like a hot rag patting them as he panted. All the while continuing to push his snout against that beggingly bruise unmercifully.

And then he felt it. The end of the road. Still more stood in the warm water, as he bottomed out against her bruised cervix. His claws dug against her ass, spreading her cheeks wide as he tried to help hold her weight. It was like a dance, lifting her figuratively high into the air before gracefully catching her and guiding her down gently.

He had yet moaned since being in her, though he did grunt and pant. Alpha was trying to hold back but he couldn't any longer. Instead of moaning though, his mouth bit the nape of her neck before moaning and humming his maw against her.​

 

[Pink.]

Celine couldn't hold back the soft sounds of discomfort that bubbled in her throat as she slowly sank over the thickness of the Alpha. His claws gripping at her waist and back sent shivers down her spine, her own hands curling in the fur at his shoulders as she worked herself as tenderly as she could manage down his shaft. Through the pain, she found a comforting pleasure in his clear attempt to hold himself back for her. She could feel the way his hands flexed in an effort not to pierce her skin with his claws as she slowly encased more of him, and felt the restraint in the press of his snout against her bruised shoulder.

Her whimper was soft against his ear, her eyes closing as her face contorted in a wince, though a surprised moan soon replaced it. His tongue against her breast felt wonderful. She sighed and relaxed against him, her hips circling in a slow, lazy roll until she couldn't take any more of him.

The sounds she made morphed, blending those of pleading pain and encouraging pleasure, overwhelmed by the sensations of his nose, mouth, claws and cock. Her arm wrapped around his neck, fingers twisting in his mane as the other pressed against his chest; her back arching as he worked to help slide her up and down over his sex.

"Oh mon Dieu..!"

It felt like her body was ripping in two, but nothing like the agony it was before. This time it almost felt nice, and fulfilling beyond the physical. That pull in the depths of her stomach satiated as she pressed her body against his and buried her face in his shoulder to muffle her whine as their pace began to quicken.

 

[hades.]

======= He shuddered in pleasure more tingly than the nerve endings of his engorging erection swelling inside her, growing thicker with each stroke against his nerve endings. Celine clung and rocked his world, so as she called out her sins to the Lord, surrendering unto the beast beneath her, he rewarded her.

One claw moved from her to take hold of the loofah. He soaked it into the water to wet it before letting it drip across her back, shoulders, and roll down the sides of her breast. More started to try and sneak inside even though he was beating against her body. Another hand came to entangle in her locks. Passionately he tugged to snap her head back to look at him in those dark scary blue hues.

He pumped harder, easier from the warm water to help her expand around his immense girth and size. His precum started to help lubricate her, thick and slippery like baby oil bubbling and boiling inside her. His eyes were begging, her pleading. He started thrashing against her enough to make her pop up and down onto him as if she was riding a wild stallion.

The loofah made its way over her breast, dripping more drops of water down on her chest. Her breast was forced to flop and frolic around which only sent his sex to jolt and twitch inside her. She could feel his heartbeat racing by his hard cock cooing inside her more comfortably now. He wasn't ready to knot her just yet, finally feeling it bulge and brush against her ass.

He wanted to feel it press and brush against her clitoris, a master of his craft, he took her hips to turn her. He lifted her, half of his cock inside her still as she got spun and slipped back down. One hand took her breast as he made her ride him reverse cowgirl in the tub. His knot beating against the door again, his bulge putting pressure against her sensitive spot as the other hand took her clitoris into his paw, one thick nail touching down gently before slowly working it meticulously clockwise and counterclockwise.

His chest was hard and almost rubbery, slipping and massaging her back as she rode him, hopping and bouncing to the bashing of the behemoth below. His tongue licked her neck, nearly tugging her back more before coming across her cheek to dip inside her mouth again. He just hoped she wasn't done, for he had centuries to make up for.​

 

[Pink.]

Celine couldn't believe that any of this felt as good as it did, but as his cock stretched her open and pressed inside of her; massaging every bruise he had left within her every time she couldn't help but shiver and clamp down more tightly around him. Her lips trembled as she whimpered, her fingers gripping at his fur and bare chest alike; touching, kneading and caressing as her body was rolled and massaged on that intoxicating line between pain and pleasure. Her whimpers growing into mewling cries for more and mercy, unable to make up her mind which she wanted more as she felt the knot start to smack against her ass with each harder drop of her hips against his own.

Her knees lifted as he pulled her up, crying out in sharp discomfort as he twisted her only to pull her down over his length again; now with her back to his chest as he used his hands and his own hips to lift and drop her over his massive cock. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her hands clinging to the edge of the tub as her legs lifted and draped her calves over either side; using the lips of the bath to keep her legs open as his hand coiled between her thighs and pressed the pads of his fingertips against her clit.

She could feel her whole body shivering; her nipples tightening into stiff peaks she thrust in the air with the arch of her spine. She could feel the pressure building in her womb, her hips writhing as the desperation for that much needed orgasm as she turned her head into his kiss.

Into the cavern of his mouth her cry echoed, her body clenching down around his like a vice as the climax ripped through her body. Her thighs quivered, her knees lifting and trying to pinch together if it weren't for the porcelain and cast iron keeping them apart. Her hands lifted and reached behind her, wrapping around his neck and fisting in his fur as she clung to him; moaning wantonly into their kiss as pleasure finally outweighed the pain.

 

[hades.]

======= His nostrils inhaled as he fucked harder, faster inside until there was a hard press of his knot against her lips. He pushed harder, teasing her to take all of him before working her more. He could feel her building up as she moaned and whimpered into his maw. His tongue ran and licked inside her mouth to force out her groans to stutter as his tongue lapped. The contractions inside her forced her walls to suckle on his shaft causing his cock to grow even thicker.

He couldn't help but roar out his first growling groan that overtook the show of her first true climatic moan. It echoed down every hall of the Dire castle. Shamefully, this was far from his first sexual experience. Hidden inside the behemoth beast wasn't just a dumb dog looking to dominate her. Fuck her like an animal like the night before. But the Alpha was a fucking King who feasted on flesh and devoured women, and he never felt so alive. Her cunt was soaked, her cum packed inside as his cock sloshed inside. There was a trick that had worked flawlessly.

The soft part of his fingertip pressed her clitoris in. He rubbed even harder, even faster, sending the waves of the tub to come spewing out over just as the waves rushed from inside her to be plugged at his base. She wasn't allowed to do anything now but grind and roll against it.

His palm pressed down between her hips, pushing G-spot to be squeezed and smothered. There was a strange struggle that always happens when you shoot to pleasure a woman into intense multiple orgasms. They try to fight it. Act like they don't want it, as if they are scared to go into another level of bliss. Always unprepared to have their eyes roll out of their skulls while grunting grotesquely. These were the things he craved, as he rolled her harder. Both tips of his finger and cock rolling around the two most sensitive spots to send her jerking to the point she knows who the fuck he is.

The Alpha.

His knot rolling roughly against her, parting her ass from the back and pushing her clitoris higher in its thick mass. More of his precum came inside her, but he held back the urge to reward her with his cum despite how hot his knot had got. It was hot, glowing like coal to sting against her from hit romantic rutting.

He had a low grumble into her ear. Almost taunting her.. "Is that all you got, Cunt? Fucking make a mess on me you dirty whore. Who fucks you best?" His mind was menacing but his heart was pure. He fucking loved Celine and her cunt. And he wanted to hear her admit that she bit off more than she could chew the moment that blue dress hit the ground.​

 

[Pink.]

This time with the Alpha was black and white from the night before. She hurt, yes, her body was bruised and battered and hanging on by a thread, but it only made the pleasure that much more. Everything felt magnified and glorious, and as her body began to shiver and quake, his own gripped her tighter and held her in place. Forcing her to endure.

Wave after thigh-trembling wave rolled through her body like a pulse, pushing and pulling at her nerves as she heaved with every breath; the back of her head pressing back against his shoulder as his palm over her womb and fingers pressing hard circles over her clit kept her hips pinned to his. Her legs remained spread, feet dangling on either side of the tub as the water sloshed and splashed over the edge; puddling on the stone floor around them as she boiled with the heat of her orgasms.

Her face flushed deeply, red turning to purple as she strained against the overwhelming tidal wave of ecstasy, her cheeks stained with tears as she cried out for mercy. His growl in her ear, his hot breath washing over her cheek and neck… it all combined into a cloud of encouragement that pressed against her heart and lungs, her hands gripping at any part of him she could reach as she clung to him; finally succumbing to the deluge of painful bliss. Her cries, grunts and moans filling the private room and echoing down the halls as his own roar had done multiple times already.

As the indulgent rapture teetered into pain, Celine couldn't stop herself from bringing her knees together; pulling them violently from the edges of the tub and pinching them over the press of his hand. Her own fingers coiled in the fur covering his forearms, her cries high and desperate as her body spasmed involuntarily around his own.

"P-ple-ease!"

She writhed against him, begging for mercy and pressing her cunt down harder over his massive erection; the knot at his base massaging her asshole as she rolled her hips. Grinding against his palm pinned between her thighs and the red hot bulge keeping him from entering her completely, she arched her back and heaved her breasts into the air. The silver locket glinted in the sunlight against her sternum, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat from their fucking and the steam of the water that rose and fell with the rhythm of their bodies. Her nipples hard peaks reaching for the ceiling, her breasts jiggling with every stuttered breath as she once again found herself at his mercy.

Though this time, his attention was something she welcomed eagerly.

 

[hades.]

======= For many men bedding, a woman meant releasing their wild side. Their inner animal. But the Alpha, the passion and phenomena was a dish best served backward, releasing the man trapped inside. There was something in his breath beating into the shell of her ear that was human. It was domineering, damn near destructive with passion, exceeding the desires of just some wild and careless beast as he made her beg for it, and for him.

"Do you want it all?" The bottom base of his broad sex suffocating beneath her. His knot was swollen, hard, and trying to defy it's master as it forced her sex to try and take his fruit. He lifted her hips from the base. Another cruel tingling taste. He loved the way she shuddered. Inside the mind of the Alpha, women were subjugated to the invisible shackles of sex addiction, their appetites usually left unsatisfactory and he had the remedy -- an addictive aphrodisiac of limitless love.

"Do I complete you, Celine, as you complete me?" If he could only speak once more. But his hips and hands spoke loudly, grooming her face hair that stuck against her face. He could feel their souls touching; her heartbeat a hymn of her pleasure driving him buck fucking wild beneath her as he sealed the shackles of his armored amour upon her.

It had to be the best. For him, his kingdom, and in a strange way the very fate of mother France rested in the love of war and battle sex. Bounded and unshackled by the blossoms of civil war, hope, and a new Dire destiny. A war upon her to end all wars and lift the curse of France. He needed love. Desperate, drifting, and dying inside as he cried out, "Do you love it, Celine?"

One claw clutched her hand, squeezing it against the brim of the tub. His strong digits danced under each of her delicate fingers until he held her in his hand. Their fingers entwined. Locked. Another hand came to clutch against her bouncing breast, squeezing her against him. It was a dance, a grind, as he forced her up and down his black rubbery chiseled body, washing her against him like an old washboard as every muscle and scar massaged. The oils in the tub left little traction as he continued to push her past her boundaries as he climbed the peaks of his libido to the summit to become a God.

And yet, something inside his massive ego outcried the need for security. He had his shackles that came in the shape of vast insecurities and darkness but none stood more sorrow some than seeing himself in the mirror. Who could love such a hideous being -- a beast -- a bastard. He had lost touch in hearing those words, the feeling of hearing it for the first time as memories flashed over him.

"...Could you love-- me?" Came his mind melodious in the winds of sexual steam; a whimper from surrendering to his treasonous teasing. l'amour, amourɾ, the beast craved more...

The Alpha brought her hand down to take his knot, his hand still over hers as they worked it inside, gradually and tortuously teasing between his thrust. The other hand left her breast to retreat towards her hips to stabilize their sensual soft sex. He squeezed her hand around him, his warmth seeping and seeding inside her. A small taste to soft the swelling allowing her sex to swallow more, to demand more now nearly able to push past walls of pleading pleasure. His thumb started to rub against her clit once more as she came to his bulbous balled base, the warmth of the water, the wrinkling rhythm of their fingers working him like twenty slaves.

The waves of the warm water waged around her and inside her as the ball gag was swallowed inside, silencing her begs and to deliver her the feeling of completeness as he crammed and came inside her cunt. It was the most passionate and pleasurable sex he ever embraced; trapped within conflictual confines of his comeuppance and the inertia of a libido long lost.​

 

[Pink.]

Time passed quickly after that day, when Celine and the Alpha had finally joined together willingly.

What felt like days had been weeks, and soon the weeks turned into a month.

Celine had stopped sleeping alone, instead coiling with her lover in her bed, wrapped in the safety of his arms. She became more than accustomed to the sound of his heartbeat, and his appetite in bed. Carefully, Celine would tend to her wounds as they occurred, and spend her time healing and happy in the library. On those days where the sun melted the frost on the ground, she played with the pups, chasing and hiding. Life among the direwolves was not at all what Celine had imagined it would be.

She was falling in-love, and it wasn't just with the castle and it's occupants.

But, the full moon was approaching, and with it, came a sense of dread.

The heaviness hung in the air, like the electricity before a storm. She could feel it on her skin, and she could feel it in the way the Alpha had avoided her so far today. Normally she would have seen him at least once by now, even if it was just an embrace, but nothing so far past the morning…

She tried to busy herself in the library, reading on through the scrolls and books of history and literature. Among them a family tree, and a name that caught her attention. It was familiar… from one of the texts from before…

"...Orland Ulric…"

 

[hades.]

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Something was lingering in the air,

and all of France could feel it….​

With the full moon vastly approaching came the winds of war drums beating into the air like a hot, heavy breath. Things were dark, dark even below the sun on the Dire Kingdom. Their king had fallen to the fate of a cruel curse that had yet been lifted. The last rose petal had sunken to the wooden base and turned to ash, an ember that sparked a wildfire in the man-beast who had distanced himself to what he felt was unconditional love. How could a devouring, dangerous beast cultivate it? Defeat seemed to destroy any hope and any rationality reasoning why she snuggled him for hours on end, had poured her heart, tended to his whims. All witches tricks. All -- a lie.

Yet, the Beast loved her. He loved the way she smelt, her fingers in his fur, and the intoxicating inferno that roared between her legs when they bed. He had just wished he had forced it. There was a rage he couldn't control consuming him, knowing just what needed to be done.

"Burn everything. I will not be a prisoner to the promise of past prominence any longer. It's time to embrace who we are -- as wild wolves! Any mortal material in my castle that catches my eye by nightfall, will have dire consequences on you Lieutenant. " The Alpha growled.

"Aye, Sire." He dismissed himself.

"Alpha." The king corrected. Turning to gaze at his lieutenant has his eyes narrowed. The promise of a Sire, a king, was all lost. All soon to be burnt by a ferocious, fascist, feral, foul, maniacal madman.

His hunger bellowed. He felt cold, his eyes were ice, and madness had painted his face. But he wasn't the only one preparing for war as news struck Paris with the whereabouts of the long-lost kingdom housing the beast that haunted their dreams. When Coque had heard the news she had sent after Celine. If anyone was to halt the heir's self-destructive ways, it would be her.

The Kingdom was starting to catch fire. Every male dire wolf started to ransack the kingdom. Furniture flew from the windows, paints burnt in halls, and a large unlit bonfire was being built into the center courtyard. Shortly after Coque busted through the door, two males followed in and started to trash the place. Books were brushed off shelves, tables flipped over, electric lamps broken against walls. All as ordered by a man who had dove off into the deep end… as he too made his way to the library to confront her, to free her to the mortals where she belonged.

Had Orland Ulric died?
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