The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Theia." He snarls with irritation for he knows exactly what it is I am doing.

"Pateince is a virtue, Phobos. Did you not teach me this?"

"Come here." His voice is throaty filled with a tremendous greed to be inside me, to feel the tight drenched yet scalding walls of my cunt clamping around his cock milking him dry.

"After you receive your second present." I giggle taking further steps backwards as he strives to lunge for me so he can pounce. The calculated distance I form between us has his annoyance and impatience that are mingled together surge to new heights.

Bending down I pick up his next present and offer it to him as his facial expression contorts into one of bewilderment with a deep frown resting amid his brows as he examines the plain-woven fabric that is blanketed with a white cloth to give him the feeling of surprise as he unwraps it. "Is this a canvas?"

"Indeed, it is your second gift. I truly enjoyed creating this piece it is my favourite Phobos. I hope you can feel my bottomless love for you." I whisper wringing my fingers together with anticipation as he removes the cloth baring the dried canvas to his keen ocean blues.

My male\'s eyes enlarge with amazement whilst he studies it his jaw tensing as his emotions within rile him up in reaction to the painting. "This is...this is-" He is unable to finish his sentence as he stares dumbfounded at the art clutching the edges tightly with his shaking fingers as he exhales a deep breath. He is finding it arduous to breathe this is the visible effect of my present on him.

"It is you and me in front of our tree, have I drawn your juvenile features well?" I have painted a giant picture of Phobos and me from when we were younger. It is of our laughing faces as we sat by our tree in the castle gardens under the rays of the warm sun a place we spent most of our time in.

I had precisely depicted how I saw Phobos when he was a juvenile from my eyes, his tall lean frame with much less prominent muscles and his more toned-down features. He was not as big as he is today but he still had that towering physique.

"Drahá." This is all he is able to reply to me as his eyes glisten with sentiments as he stares down at the canvas holding it so very delicately as though it already has a special place in his heart.

"It was the beginning of our journey, Phobos. We were guided by the moon not everyone can be childhood friends with their mates growing up. That garden, that tree, the castle I treasure each memory we formed there with the entirety of my heart."

"Then do you wish for me to claim half of the castle from Deimos?"

"Half of the castle? What do you mean?" I ask confusedly.

"That castle belongs to both of us, Deimos and me. The east wing is under my name but I never did have interest in that place for it held no importance to me not as much as our pack lands. But looking at this I see how much that place means to you. And since you adore it so much I shall claim it. If you wish you can build a second home there." East wing? That was where Phobos\'s former room was located.

I remember the east wing it was quite unlit and eerie but also serene. It was a vast space amounting to numerous empty rooms.

"You would do this for me?"

"Anything for you. Just say the word and I shall call Deimos tonight."

"Would he not mind?"

"Of course not, we are brothers. And though the land the castle is built on is his the castle itself wholly does not belong to him. Our parents spilt it among the both of us and it seems to me that you wish for it."

"I-I...do. Our pups could have their own rooms there each time we go to visit and it would be nice to stay for a while at the castle as a family." I utter.

"Then so be it. I will claim the east wing tonight and you can do whatever you please with the vacant rooms. I am certain Lumina would be thrilled if you informed her of your plans." I smile tenderly at his lack of reluctance to provide me with anything I demand.

"You know what I was wondering Phobos?"

"What?" He urges me with a subtle tilt to his head showing me that he is listening.

"What if I too was a juvenile? What if I was your age when we first met, have you not wondered how things would have been much different between us at the castle?" My male\'s orbs light up to my question which gives me my answer. He has thought of it...countless times.

"Things would have been much easier for me...for us." Phobos offers me his large calloused palm that I instantly clutch onto as he ushers me towards his lap positioning me by my waist in a way that I am straddling him.

"I think it would have been thrilling at least for me," I mutter as my teeth plunge into my lower lip my cheeks scorching to his spellbinding gaze. "What do you mean easier?"

"Well as juveniles we certainly would have been under our parent\'s control and wouldn\'t have been able to make decisions for ourselves. When I say easier I meant easier to appease my enormous appetite."

"How so?" I ask breathlessly as he grasps onto my curvy hips lifting me up a bit to settle my soaked thong-clad cunt onto his leaking cock that is jabbing against my opening. He need not open his mouth to explain anything the raging storm in his eyes discloses to me his truth. I would have been under his mercy at all times to be ruined over and over again.