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Lena

I’m stuffed. His thick throbbing cock inside of me, his knot stuck inside me. My pussy somehow taking it and making me moan loudly as I feel the hot cum that drips out around the plug his knots makes. I feel so full. Feel his cum filling my , his cock staying there, forcing me to keep as much of his cum inside me as he can as I orgasm. My pussy pulsing around his cock. I can barely breathe. Barely see straight. I was so hungry for it. So desperate. I loved being his Queen. I loved having his baby inside of me. I loved being bred by him. Because the bond is burning through me, and it doesn’t leave any room for that other part of me that I was before this, to argue. I was his. I’d been made for him. His mate. His to own. His to rule. His to command. 

I cry as the bulbous knot, pops as he pulls out. I cry at the gush of cum that rushes out and pools beneath me in the ground. Drips down my legs and coats my thighs. 

My lashes flutter and my eyes roll. I cry new tears. Ones of a pleasure I can’t put into words. Lost in an insatiable lust that I can no longer control. His wet and warm nose , pushing against my pussy. His sniffs me with a growl and his tongue hits my pussy. The king length of it dragging over my entire pussy. From clit to cunt and then his snout is pressed into my ass as his tongue licks the hot mess of cum from my pussy. Then my legs. Then back to my pussy as my legs quiver and his tongue pushes deep. He laps over my cunt. My body shuddering each time I feel it lick deep inside of me. Gasping as my fingernails already caked with dirt , dig back into the ground. 

“More” I cry. He keeps licking me. My cunt hurts from how much it aches. 

“Knot me” I moan. 

“You just had my knot.” He growls at me through our bond. 

“Please” I beg. “Please Kieran , more” I whine. I was fucking feral. The heat was burning me , making me wild for him. While I wasn’t a werewolf, I felt like a fucking animal. 

“Fuck me!” I cry. Tears running down my cheeks. 

He huffs a hot breath against my pussy and keeps licking at me. 

“Kieran!” I scream impatiently. 

“You’ve had enough for now.” He growls but keeps licking. I know he wants me again. That he’d gladly fucking me every second just to watch me come undone for him. But he’s denial of my request had to do with him and his power. The desire to make me crazy just to prove his point. Maybe to punish me for taking so long to accept my life before our bond. For never taking interest in the pack. Even if my father had been the leader. 

“Please, My King” I pant and he growls. And the sound him growling in wolf form only makes me wetter now. I might cum just from the sound of it. 

“Get dressed My Queen” he growls. 

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When we’re back at the house and Kieran makes me shower after being ridden hard in the dirt. The frenzy inside me doesn’t fade. I’m still so fucking horny. I need him so fucking badly. 

I’m washed up. My fingernails scrubbed clean and then he takes his turn in the shower and tell me to cook dinner. 

I do it. I can’t get to the kitchen quick enough to fulfill his command. This isn’t me. But now, it is. That voice that normally argues with me is silent. Serving him is my purpose. And I do it while dripping between my legs, just from the honor of being allowed to serve him. Who am I? That voice whispers deep in my head. The bond shuts her up. This is you Lena. This is what was always meant to be. 

I place dinner in the table as Kieran walks out in just a pair of sweat pants. I can smell the soap and his cologne , his shampoo, and I can even smell the underlying scent of his natural odor. The scent of an alpha. My king. 

I’m sat at the table. But I don’t eat as he sits. Instead my hands are between my legs. Up my dress and rubbing my aching clit. 

He looks over at me and cock his brow as he picks up his fork and knife and watches my hand move. I push back, the chair sliding across the floor. I have no appetite. Not for food anyways. Kieran begins to eat as I spread my fucking legs and finger myself as I watch him. 

He eats like I’m not even there. My moans not distracting him. My gasps and the squirt of my pussy setting the dining room floor doesn’t even make him look at me. I can’t stop cumming. My eyes worship him, my body desperate to keep cumming for him. Even if he doesn’t care. The bond tells me I’m lucky to be mated to the alpha. That I need to grateful to be bonded to my king. That I need to keep looking at him. Need to keep cumming. It’s like some fucking switch has flipped and won’t turn off. 

I squirt seven fucking times before he’s done eating. There’s a puddle under my ass and on the floor. 

Kieran stands and I sink out of the chair and to my knees as he looks down at me. 

“Please” I moan. What was I begging for? Anything. Everything. I just had this overwhelming need to fucking serve him. 

“I wish they could see you. How fucking beautiful you look,  so desperate for their alpha.” He says and then pushes down the front of his pants. 

My hand shoots back to my pussy. My mouth opens as he places his hand on head and brings my mouth to his cock. I suck him hard. Fast. He groans and grips my hair and thrusts into my throat. I’m drooling instantly. Choking as my eyes water. I’m so grateful. I’m so grateful. I’m so grateful. To be his. To be able to taste him. To serve him. To feed him. To obey him. 

“I wish they could see you kneeling in the puddle you made for your king” 

“Wish they could have seen you ravaging that little pussy with your fingers , making love to yourself and fucking yourself so hard that you couldn’t help but keep cumming for your mate” he growls. 

“You will be, the best fucking Queen” he groans and then pulls out. Leaving me crying and begging for more as spit drops down my lips and chin and over my tits.  His hand gripping my hair and holding my head back to keep from having him in my mouth. 

His other hand strokes his dick and I cry. Tears rolling down my face from how badly my mouth wants him. 

“Get up.” He growls and I stand quickly and let him jerk me around and slam me down face first over the table. The plates rattling , our glasses shaking and knocking over and rolling and crashing off the table as he slams his cock into me. 

“Your father would be so proud to see you finally accept our bond”

“He’d be so proud to see you pregnant with my child.” He groans as his thrusts make my thighs slam into the edge and the table rocks from the force and threatens to collapse. 

How many tables would we break? 

Would the bond always have me this way? So needy and wet for him all the time? 

“He knew you were meant for me.” Kieran groans. 

“He knew I’d be the alpha when he wasn’t any longer” 

“He knew his daughter’s wolf hating cunt would submit to me eventually” Kieran grunts. 

I didn’t hate them. I never hated them. I just didn’t understand them. Didn’t understand any of it. I loved my father. I’ve always loved Kieran too. I’ve loved the pack. I just didn’t get it. Not till now. 

“He knew his princess would end up my fucking Queen” Kieran growls and then yanks me off the table and turns and slams my body up against the wall face first. My tits hitting the wall in my dress , my hands slapping against it as he drills into me. So hard that it lifts me up and nearly off my toes.  

The I’m thrown to the floor. My body taking the fall, my knees screaming in pain. 

My dress is shredded from my body as he rips it from me and grabs my hips and slams back into me. 

We fuck hard. Bruises blooming on my thighs from the table. On my knees from being thrown to the floor. I deserve them. I know I do. I deserve them for taking so long to submit to him. I deserve them because I want them. Because they’re proof of his power. My pussy drenches his cock as I cum. 

My hair is pulled. My ass is slapped raw. And brushes decorate my hips and waist from how hard he digs his fingertips into me as he fucks me violently. Passionately. Claiming me over and over again. I beg for it. I don’t stop begging for it. My body belongs to him. It lives to please him. It’s his to use as hard as he wants. 

I’m on my back. Wrists pinned as he keeps fucking me. Making me scream. Making me cum. Making me fall deeper down into the bond. Making me submit to him. Making me worship him. 

I cum again. Then he’s up. Pulling me back to my knees and grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth. I taste my submission all over his cock. I taste my desire for him. My love. 

He fucks my mouth hard. Forcing himself down into my throat so I can’t breathe.  My hands don’t fight. They even move behind my back. Submitting to him fully. Trusting him. Letting him make me his obedient queen. 

“Lena” he grunts. His balls slapping my chin. My nose pushed against his pelvis as he cums down my throat. 

I’m choking on cum. Barely able to breathe. But my body continues save him as he sees fit. I’m gasping for air as he pulls out. Licking my panting lips as I look up at me. My lips swollen from being abused by his thrusts. 

“Clean up dinner, and your mess” he says and then leans down and kisses my head. 

“When you’re done , come to bed.” 

I do as I’m told. Cleaning up the table. The dishes. Cleaning up the cum and sweat on the hardwood floor and then running to the bedroom. 

My eyes locked on his stiff dick as he lays in our bed. 

“Come sit on your throne , Queen.”