Virgin In Heat (The Beast's Forced Mating) (3 page)

Charlotte snapped back to reality.

“No!” she gasped, putting her hands up to
stop Silas.

“Don’t fight this,” he murmured into her ear,
nuzzling her neck.

“No! I can’t do this! I need to be pure for
my husband,” she cried.

“Charlotte, Charlotte,” he crooned, “You are
pure.”

Charlotte felt tears slide down her cheeks.
“I can’t. This is wrong.”

“You don’t have a choice. Give in and take
the pleasure I am giving you.”

Charlotte knew that Silas would do this
either way. She couldn’t fight it and she shook her head with
shame. What would her family think of her? Would she ever see her
family again?

Silas began to kiss her again and his hands
swiftly unbuttoned each button until her shirt fell open at the
back. Silas pulled the tails out of her skirt and slowly slid the
shirt over her arms. Charlotte tried to cover her breasts, fully
aware that she was undressed before a man.

“Don’t hide,” he whispered, pulling her hands
away and gazing at her breasts. They were round and full, a sign of
her youthfulness. Silas moved his mouth to one of her breasts, and
Charlotte gasped as it encircled her nipple, drawing it into his
mouth. His tongue licked and suckled at it, making her moan against
her will. She had zero experience, but she could sense that Silas
was a skillful lover with much practice.

Breathing in his intoxicating scent,
Charlotte let herself go and Silas eagerly took her other nipple
into his mouth, lengthening and hardening it between his teeth.
Charlotte wrestled with her internal demons, knowing this was so
wrong, but unable to stop.

Silas ran his hands up her legs, his fingers
grazing against her soft flesh. Charlotte pushed his hand away as
it inched higher, but he was determined and he continued to move
until he hovered above her under garments. Silas shifted, pulling
Charlotte below him, so he was on top of her. His warm eyes were
filled with an unquenchable lust and Charlotte gasped audibly from
the intensity of his gaze.

Silas reached for her skirt, and in one swift
movement he brought it down her legs. Charlotte had never felt more
vulnerable or exposed in her life. Part of her felt that she was
living in some twisted fairy tale, only she was being taken partly
against her will. Silas moved toward her legs, his hungry mouth
kissed and licked up her thin creamy thighs, tasting all of
her.

“You are mine,” he breathed, “No one can
claim you but me.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t have to understand. I claim you,
Charlotte. You are mine.” His voice was husky and Charlotte felt
goose bumps cover her skin at his strange words.

Silas’ hands reached her undergarments and
Charlotte panicked. She sat upright, her green eyes wide with
fear.

“No, please. Please don’t,” she pleaded with
a shaky voice.

“You must let me.” His tone was adamant.

Charlotte covered her face. “No. I can’t. I
can’t!”

“It’s not a choice,” Silas growled, and
Charlotte cowered from his change of tone.

“Please. I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this,”
she sobbed, her body shaking now, her milky skin a stark contrast
against the lush landscape.

Silas pried her hands away from her face and
cupped her chin. “It must be this way. I don’t want to take you by
force, but I will.”

Charlotte began to sob louder, but she lay
down in the grass submissively.

Silas slid her underwear down her legs and
Charlotte turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt
Silas’ fingers brush against her sex, and she couldn’t help the
moan that escaped her lips. It was a completely new sensation and
her eyes popped open wide in surprise.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” Silas drawled,
but Charlotte remained still, waiting for him to touch her
again.

Silas didn’t disappoint and his fingers
rubbed her softly, tangling in her pink skin. He changed his
pressure from hard to soft, hard to soft and Charlotte felt herself
begin to lose control of her body. She began to twist and buck in
the grass and she circled her hips in needy movements, desperate
for more of Silas’ addicting touch.

Silas chuckled softly, and spread her open
like a flower, before he began to rub her clit. This time Charlotte
cried out and arched her back off the ground. How had pleasure like
this existed without her knowledge? This was a new world and she
knew she would never be the same again. An unfamiliar sensation
came over Charlotte and she felt as if she would burst. Her thighs
trembled and her breath quickened.

“Silas,” she gasped. “What’s happening?”

Before he could respond she seemed to explode
from within and pleasure rolled over her as her body convulsed
against her will. She cried out loudly as she lost control, the
feeling both frightening and wonderful.

She stopped breathing so heavily, but her
body continued to tingle.

“What was that?” she asked.

“An orgasm.”

“Orgasm?” The word was foreign.

“A sexual release.”

“Oh.”

Silas smiled darkly, his hands moving against
her swollen pussy. His fingers pushed near her opening and
Charlotte could feel that she was wet in a peculiar way.

“This is your arousal,” Silas breathed and he
slid a finger inside her.

“Oh!”

“Relax.”

Charlotte tried to relax as Silas slid his
finger in and out of her body. It felt so forbidden and she moaned
wantonly. He inserted another finger, pushing in and out of her
aching sex as his fingers played with her juices.

Charlotte whimpered softly and then cried out
in protest as Silas withdrew his fingers. She watched with
confusion as he moved his head between her thighs and then cried
out in surprise and unrestrained pleasure as she felt his mouth
against her warm sex.

Silas moved his mouth against her, sucking on
her swollen lips, and licking her over with long luscious strokes.
His tongue was warm and silky and Charlotte felt a slave to his
magic tongue. He rolled over her cleft and then began to flick
against her nub.

“Argh! Argh!” she cried out, arching off the
ground and then falling back with a soft thud. Her hands clawed at
the air, desperate for anything that she could hold on to while she
tried to absorb the intense pleasure. She found Silas’ hair, and
her fingers tightened as he began to rhythmically lick and suck
her.

In one deep movement, Silas thrust his tongue
into her tight slit, making Charlotte cum again, as she convulsed
beneath him, so unequipped to handle such an experienced lover.
Silas continued to lick and suck at her as she quaked beneath him
and only paused when she begged him to stop because it hurt. Silas
knew she was sensitive.

“You are so amazing,” he encouraged. “I
couldn’t have dreamed that you would cum so easily. I’m so aroused
now.”

Charlotte whimpered softly, not sure her body
could endure any more pleasure. Silas crawled on top of Charlotte
and she marveled at his body. He fumbled with his pants, pulling
them off his legs and Charlotte stared with wide eyes at his thick
and beautiful cock. She had never seen a penis before and Silas let
her eyes rove over him.

“Touch me,” he ordered softly.

Charlotte quickly shook her head.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you.”

Carefully, Charlotte outstretched her hand
and she let her fingers move along his solid mass. He was steel
flesh, with a fat tip and thick veins coursing down the length of
him. His cock was warm to the touch and Charlotte realized that as
she touched him, he lengthened and hardened more from her grip.

“Stroke me.” Silas reached down and showed
Charlotte how to move her hand up and down his shaft. Charlotte
quickly caught on and she was surprised to see Silas lose control
as she began to touch him. It was a heady sensation to have that
kind of power over him and she stroked him faster as she saw him
come apart further.

“Enough!” he growled. “I don’t want to finish
before I’ve fucked you!”

He gruffly pushed Charlotte back down and he
shoved her legs wide open with his knees.

“This will hurt at first.”

Charlotte looked back at him with panicked
eyes. She wanted Silas in ways she never knew she could want a man
and yet she wanted to scream for him to stop. Beg for him to
stop.

Silas positioned himself above Charlotte and
she remained quiet as he pushed just his tip into her slick
opening. Charlotte gasped from the stretching. Slowly, Silas pushed
into her further and Charlotte cried out in pain as Silas took her
virginity.

“Agh! You are so tight,” Silas moaned as he
visibly tried to control himself from fucking her with reckless
abandon. Charlotte cried out as Silas ripped through her, pushing
her open for his relentless cock.

“Oh, Charlotte! Oh, Charlotte!” Silas panted.
“Your cunt is so tight! Fuck! I’ve never been inside such a
beautiful pussy...”

He continued to slide into her until he was
balls-deep and Charlotte squeezed her eyes shut from the searing
pain.

Aside from the overwhelming pain, Charlotte
tried to adjust to the strange filling sensation. Silas began to
pull out and this time Charlotte felt pleasure from the friction of
her four walls hugging his cock. Silas pushed slowly into her again
and Charlotte was consumed with painful pleasure. With each careful
thrust, Silas erased her pain, bringing her only pleasure.

As Silas possessed her, Charlotte felt
herself lose her willpower. She began to move in tandem with him,
bringing her hips up to meet his every thrust. She grasped at his
back, and squeezed at his shoulders as she tried to pull him back
to her each time he slid out.

“Yes! Enjoy it!” he hissed between clenched
teeth.

Silas began to thrust faster, his breath
coming in ragged huffs and Charlotte's moans becoming shrill and
needy. She felt the strange building sensation again and then she
exploded around him, her pussy fluttering around his cock as her
body shook from her release. Silas pumped into her once, twice,
three times, and then came hard and fast, his own body quivering as
he shot himself deep inside her. He yelled loudly, his voice
gravelly like an animal, and then he collapsed on top of her.

Charlotte began to weep softly, her emotions
in a jumble. Silas propped himself up on his elbows and wiped at
her tears.

“No need to cry. You will make everything
right.”

“I don’t understand,” she wept.

“Not yet.”

Suddenly the sky went black and a terrible
shrieking filled the air.

“Quick!” Silas roared, and he yanked
Charlotte up and dragged her towards the back of the house.
Charlotte wasn’t familiar with the terrain and she stumbled and
fell in her terrorized state. Silas pulled her inside and slammed
the door. Charlotte could see nothing inside the dark house, and
Silas picked her up and ran. Charlotte was vaguely aware of her
naked body pressed against Silas’ sweat-soaked skin.

Silas fumbled with a door and he tossed
Charlotte inside where she fell a few feet and landed on soft dirt.
Silas threw himself on top of her and he pulled the doors closed
over them. The shrieking continued and Charlotte realized she was
shaking. After what felt like an eternity, the shrieking
stopped.

“Stay still,” Silas hissed and Charlotte
obeyed, too scared to breathe. They sat crouched in the dark,
Charlotte’s body sandwiched between the damp earth and Silas’
muscular body. Finally, Silas moved and he tentatively pushed open
the door. Charlotte could see light filtering into the house so she
knew the darkness was gone. He rose and he pulled Charlotte out of
the dark shelter.

“Wh-what was that?” she stuttered as she
stood on the wood floors of Silas’ house, her whole body
quivering.

“That was The Darkness. Usha is angry. She
knows something has changed.”

“Who? What do you mean angry? Because of me?”
Charlotte became very aware that she was standing naked in front of
Silas, covered in dirt.

Silas’ face softened slightly. “Come. Let’s
get you clean, and then I can explain what I know. But first –” he
moved towards the window and he whistled a strange sound.

A bird flew into the window and perched on
the sill. At closer examination, Charlotte saw it wasn’t exactly a
bird. It had the body of a bird and the head was that of a cat. The
creature's fur was a deep magenta shade, and it cocked its head at
Silas, waiting.

Silas began to speak in a soft, foreign
language, strange sounds rolled fluidly off his tongue. The animal
spoke back to Silas in the same strange tongue and then flew
off.

Silas reached for Charlotte’s hand and guided
her upstairs. She was happy to see that Silas had many of the same
comforts of her home, as well as a few amenities she didn’t
recognize. He led her upstairs to a bathroom where a hot bath
waited for her. She asked no questions and gratefully climbed into
the warm tub.

“I will leave you to a few minutes of
privacy,” he said, ducking out of the bathroom.

Terror gripped Charlotte. She still had no
idea what had just happened with the thing called The Darkness and
she didn’t want to be left alone.

“Wait”

“Do not worry. I will be just outside this
door.” He nodded chivalrously, and slipped out.

Charlotte tried to relax, but found it
impossible, so instead she busied herself with cleaning up. She
focused on the task at hand and tried not to think of how she had
just given her most precious gift, her purity, to a stranger – and
a werewolf at that.

Fat tears slid down her cheeks as she
scrubbed her arms and legs. The bar of soap that was left on the
side of the tub was a rich lavender, and the bathroom quickly
filled with the relaxing aroma. When Charlotte was satisfied that
she had scrubbed every inch of her skin, she stepped out of the
tub. A towel rested on a table nearby and she wrapped herself in it
and stepped out of the room.