Zendaya~~

"I will forgive you." My bottom lip trembles. "Only if you make me cum."

I point to my bag where the fake cock could be seen. "It has helped me for the past three years but it doesn't stop the ache I always feel. It hurts so much. I've missed you deep inside me, Malacia. You don't know how much I have."

He stared at me, licking his lips. "I would say the same too, Zee. I searched the entire New York just to find you, but fate was against me all the time. I've always craved your touch every fucking night, and never did I gave up on my search. I'm so sorry for..."

Tears gather again. "Please stop talking and relieve me of this fucking ache, pleaseee.."

I reach down, tugging at his belt before I carefully peel the hem of his trousers. Thanks to the torchlight of his phones still on, I was able to see his huge budge. I smile excitedly. It's been so fucking long.

He stood still as I set the waistband of his trouser under his balls. I didn't care any less as the trouser peeled down his legs onto the floor.

His ragged breathing above me made me grin. It was enough to let me know that I was doing the right thing.

His cock hardens under my hands and I give it some time to get ready while I tie my hair to a ponytail. I kneel down, staring at the crown of his cock greedily.

Leaning forward, without using my hands yet, I suck its head with my mouth. My eyes roll back at the salty taste, and my pussy throbs. I keep doing that for some seconds and the more I sucked it the larger his cock became.

I couldn't take it any more. I took it in my small hands, trying to wrap my hands at the base of his shaft but as expected, my hands didn't make it all the way round.

I grin, looking up at him with my eyes.

"Fuck, baby!!" He groaned. "Don't look at me with those eyes."

I lick at his crown, stroking up and down softly as I bring him to full arousal.

I loved the way he ran his hand through his hair. I know I was driving him crazy. These three years wasn't spent on just crying, I used it to build myself, to know how to fuck pretty good. How to make a man moan your name, to lose control.

I was done being the good girl I once was. The girl who didn't do stuff like this. Who knew nothing about this part of life.

Another soft groan slips out of his throat, and my pussy clenches. I keep stroking up and down, my eyes still locked to his.

"That's enough, Zee." He says as he stands me up, and before I know it, my panties are off my body. He puts my bum on the counter and without any heads up, he pushes a finger at my entrance. I gasp at the first touch of his fingertips in me after what feels like forever. I lean back on the counter, my pussy now in full view.

The expression on his face was priceless. I was glad that I'm able to see this expression again. It was filled with desire, filled with lust just for me.

He rubs gently, fingers teasing at my hole as he gathers my wetness. His stare is intense as he watches himself play with my pussy.

He shifts his body closer to mine, and brings his phone that lay beside me on the counter. I didn't know how that got there nor do I care.

I was wondering what he was going to do with it.

He uses his other hand to open my puffy lips and expose my swollen clit to the phone's light. His breath catches.

"What?" I ask, peering down.

He looks up at me with a gaze that was darker than before. I felt the urge to rub my pussy together in order to create friction between my thighs.

"Such pretty pussy, Zee, just like I remembered."

I blush, settling back into the counter. "Please, don't be gentle, Malachia." I beg, my voice pleading. "I want you to fuck me senseless."

"Mmmm." He hums, ignoring my pleads as his attention returns back to his sinful hands. His thumb circles my pussy as he finally pushes two fingers into me.

"Ohh, gods.." I moan, wriggling my hips.

"Shhh, sugar. Even the thunder isn't as loud as you sound." He says hoarsely. I can bet he has that wicked grin on his face now.

His fingers move leisurely, but I'm such a horny freak that each finger he pushes loudly squelches my juices all over his fingers.

"Does it feel good, Zendaya?" He rasp, pushing a third finger in, fucking me with them faster and faster.

"Arghhh," is all I manage to say. How could my damn brain form words when I was in this kind of situation?

Suddenly, I feel his hot breath between my open legs. It fans my pussy lips and I could feel more of my juices spilling out.

"We can't let all these go to waste, can we?"

I try raising my head up to see what he was gonna do next but I wasn't successful. My vision darkens when I feel his lips on my pussy. He moans between my legs, sucking my hole to the point that I forgot how to breathe.

"Oh, god.. oh, goddd!" I exclaim as he kept doing pleasurable things to me with his tongue. I've never been sucked down there, never really thought it would feel this.. this pleasurable.

"You're so hot and wet that your delicious juices keep spilling out." His tongue teases me running across my bud and I thrash my body on the counter but he holds my hips still with his firm hands. This feeling is something I never thought I would experience.

"Take off your bra. I want to watch you play with yourself from beneath your legs." He commands.

And fuck, I obey. I rock my hips up, trying so hard to chase that release that seems to be close but not quite there.

"Show me those beautiful tits that I haven't seen in a long while, Zendaya." He snaps at me, and my shaky hands pull off my crop top and I try for some seconds to unhook my bra. It doesn't budge.

"Don't waste any more second. I want to view those milky tits from down here."

Finally, my bra unhooks behind me and I slowly pull it off. Cupping my heavy breasts, I turn to see his eyes change, filled with the darkest desire I've ever seen since tonight.

"You've become so full, Zendaya. Look at those beauties." His eyes heated as he stares. "Now, do me a favour and pleasure yourself. I want to hear your moans, Zendaya."

I touched my sensitive nipples, a little moan escaped my lips, followed by another and another before it intensifies as I no longer squeeze them gently.

His hand slides over my belly to push my hands away. He cups my breast himself. His sense organs use my body to learn how to multitask. One sense organ touches, feels and pinches my nipples while the other sucks my pussy bud making me cry out loud.

He moans, fucking me with his mouth and lips. His tongue goes in and out of my pussy hole. Blood shots up to my brain.

"Arrghh, Malachia." I moaned out his name, arching my back.

His mouth leaves me suddenly.

I exhale and inhale heavily. Looking at him with a questioning gaze.

"What's wrong?" I whisper out of breath.

But what I didn't expect was for him to turn my bum to his face.

I gasp, suddenly filled with excitement. Is he gonna fuck me from behind?!

Malachi's point of view~

My cock's precum slips from it's crown at the thought of fucking Zendaya from behind. I can't think straight now that I finally have my little Zee squirming before me. On this counter. In my mouth. I've had lots of sexy, plenty of bodies, uncountable pretty faces but what I don't really know is why nothing or no one ever hits like her. Nothing ever struck. I haven't tasted her in years and my hand shivers as I picture how she will react when my cock enters her fully.

Fuck, I can't wait, especially now that I know she's ready to take me whole.

She has always been my addiction. My drug. I'm so obsessed with my little Zee that in those three years of being away from her, I felt I could die at any moment. And now, I'm close to her, I could finally breathe in air, that refreshing air that's filled with life. I longed for my filthy little girl who used to write me letters she never thought I'd read and even memorized again and again. I love how mature she has become now. Like a full grown, independent lady.

I watch her with pride. Those pretty rosy hard buds of her breasts jut out from the perky mounds.

Her pussy hole is a beautiful sight to behold. Blood rushes south, my cock hardens to the point that I start to feel a throbbing pain as she widens her legs, inviting me in.

I grip the back of my wet shirt, pull it off my body and toss it to the floor. My eyes never leave her glorious body for once.

I approach her, stroking my length vigorously. "I see you've gotten so naughty, sugar."

I watch her as she parts her pussy lips with her wandering finger. She was too horny to even reply to what I just said. I smirk.

She fingers herself for a few more minutes while I stand by and watch her. I chuckle darkly when I hear her frustrated cry.

She turns to me. "Please fuck me." She whines.

I close my eyes briefly, remembering the days I stood under the shower, stroking my cock while calling out her name desperately and now, now she was here right in front of me, in the position I've once fantasized about.

"How long I have waited for this day when you will say those words to me, baby."

I stride forward slowly, building the tension that I know had a fucking effect on her.

"Pleaseee! " She begged.

I step behind her, gripping tightly to her waist. She breathes in when she feels my hand snaking its way towards her breast. I cup it, tweaking her nipple with a quick pinch. She moans, pushing her ass into my thick erection and that movement was enough to shatter me. But I still try to hold on, she won't get what she so desperately needs now.

I grind my cock against her ass cheek. She widens her legs, propping her pretty bum half way for easier access. She's making it harder for me not to take her right here and now.

Unexpectedly, my hardened cock as if it had a mind of its own betrayed me into putting the tip of its crown into her entrance. Her moans make my member harden some more and the pain I feel down there starts becoming unbearable. I don't think I could take it anymore.

Slowly, I enter her, kissing her ass cheek so she doesn't really feel the pain of my large cock.

"I'm gonna make you cum so many times you never need that pathetic toy again, you will need a real cock. My cock. Only mine."

She cums at my words. God damn. She is so fucking responsive.

She shudders, panting. "I wouldn't think of it if.. if you've always been here with me."

Sadness slows my act.

"Please.. please don't stop." She begs.

I continue thrusting inside her because of the desperate pleading in her voice. "I will never leave again, Zee. Come what may."

I promise, crossing my heart with the determination of keeping to my promise this time.

I pull my cock out and she lets out a sad whimper. Quickly, I turn her over so I could see her beautiful face as she takes my cock whole.

She didn't expect my sudden change of position nor was she ready for me when I push into her. I make short little thrusts, only pulling back a couple of inches and pushing forward quickly till I'm buried to the hilt.

Her nails claw at the counter made of wood. "Ma-lachi!" She moans my name. All my fucking imaginations are becoming a reality. I've longed to hear her say my name with her voice filled with pleasure.

Her pussy tightens, flattering almost like she's ready to come again. I let go of her breast to wrap a hand around her throat and pull her against me, the other hand making a quick flick of her clit.

I loved the look on her face when she shattered, her cunt pulsating on my cock in short sessions, and I groan.

"You are one of a kind," I whisper against her temple. "And I love it when you come so beautifully."

She tries catching her breath before saying, "Meadows, I've missed this."

I twitch inside her. "Yeah, baby. Me too. You like my cock, don't you?"

She doesn't move or say anything for a moment before slowly nodding. Her eyes closed.

"Hmmm, that's my good girl." I skim my nose down her face and tilt her head towards me. "Open your beauty eyes, Zee."

She obeys and the heated passion that reflects in them makes my member enlarge in her. She gasps, her bright eyes blinking up at me.

"You want me to fuck you with my big monster?" I say against her lips.

She nods.

"No, Zee. Use your words."

"Yes!" She breathes out with that raspy voice that had a very great effect on me.

"Yes, what?" I continue to tease.

Her nostrils flare, and her pussy throbs. "Yes, please. Fuck me with you large monster..please."

I press a single harsh kiss on her pleading lips and her tongue licks it as if savoring my taste. The sight of that small, pink tongue of hers gets me turned on that I couldn't help but slam back into her.

"Oh, my god!" She cries, her eyes rolling back. I growl, thrusting into her faster as her pussy tightens with another orgasm.

"Thank you. Thank you." She begins to chant, and I kiss her again.

She explodes, squeezing down on my cock. I pause for sometime, waiting for her muscles to relax so I can move again.

One thing I love about my little Zee is the fact that she's so damn responsive. She's so triggered by everything. Even the slightest touch. And I never want to stop touching her. This..this is addicting.

I smile, kissing the side of her flushed face. "I forgot to count how many times you've cum. Did you?"

She shakes her head, "No more, Malachi. I've never been this—"

I thrust, picking up my pace again in order to shut her up. So glad it worked. My hard length drags against her battered walls, I can feel every inch of her tight warmth. Her pussy fit my cock as if it was molded for me. She's mine.

I hear her moan, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Please, please. Come inside me."

I grunt, slamming deeper into her. "Oh, fuck, Zee. If you keep saying words like that, it will be harder for me to stop."

I want to. I so much want to fill my little filthy girl's pussy with my hot cum, flood it so deeply that she will leak for days.

"Okay? You really want my cum, my good girl?"

She nods so quickly, pushing her ass into me. "Yes, yes, Malachi. I need your seeds."

Fuck, fuck! The way she phrased it, the hot pleasure in her eyes made it all sound as if I could knock her up. My cock swells with the thought of her belly bulging with my child. My little wolf. I roar as my release shoots inside her, coating her cervix.

I carry her to the couch in her bakery and then lean against her back as I cum down from the high. My half-hard dick was still housing deep inside my sweet girl's pussy. I didn't want to disconnect yet.

I still want a part of me to be connected to her. My hand drifts to her flat-toned stomach.

"When you said you wanted my seeds inside you..did you mean it?"

Her breathing and the pounding of her heartbeat is all I hear. Her cheeks flush, and she nods.

"Yes, love. I meant every word."

Love. My wolf and heart take turns to leap in joy.

I kiss her neck and she squirms. So damn responsive.

"I want you to know that I didn't cheat on you." I say, trying to make her understand. "I was threatened by my nemesis, Nathaniel, your ex-boyfriend."

She made to turn and look at me but I held her down, not wanting to disconnect yet.

"Nathaniel?" She asks.

"Yes, he needed something I had and when I refused to give in to his demand, he threatened me with the most precious person in my life. You." I kiss her earlobe. "When I finally agreed to give into his demand because I didn't want anyone to touch you, he went ahead to add another demand. Saying that I should break up with you and I didn't know his mind was so crafty until he told me to feign lying with Bella and make you think I really cheated."

Silence fell and the soft pouring of rain on the roof was all I could hear. "I'm sorry," she apologizes, and I kiss her again.

"No, baby. I should be the one saying that. I was a coward not to come back to you again. I didn't want my enemies to perceive you as my weakness and try to find a way to…to kill you. So I left for my pack. And there, I was made the Alpha."

"Seriously?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, and so I ask again, Zendaya Lightwood, would you really take in all my seeds without you using birth control later."

"Hmmm, now you've broken it down, I don't think..." She paused and my breath hitched. Will she say no? I know all I've just said wasn't convincing enough for her to trust me again, and I will really understand if she still doesn't believe in me. But if she says no to me, I might really shatter this time.

My hand on her stomach trembles. The beating of my heart reminds me that if she answers negatively, I will never remain the same again. I swallow.

She continues. "I don't think I would want to be apart from you again, Meadows. So yes, I want to carry what's yours in me."

I exhale heavily, a smile etching on my face. This girl. She knows how much that suspense could've done to me. It could've killed me.

My cock perks up at her words, and I growl. Suddenly, my body is on top of her. "You cocky girl,"

She laughs, mischief evident in her eyes.

"I'm gonna breed you everyday until you're swollen with my child. I will stuff you full to the point that you will never forget that your pussy belongs to this Alpha. My Luna."

Her eyes are bright with that light I've only seen in hers. "And I can't wait to see little alphas and lunas running around my bakery, My alpha.”

Some say pleasure is sinful. Others call it divine. But no one escapes it. Because pleasure doesn’t ask for permission — it invades, it consumes, and it teaches. It reminds us that to be human is to crave, to surrender, to be undone.

STORY 2: WHAT A CRAZY ROYAL FAMILY

~ Eliara ~

They say an Alpha's heart belongs to his pack. I just never realized that meant there'd be no room left for me.

Keidō was gone. Again. The scent of him, sharp pine and damp earth, still clung to the silk sheets, a cruel mockery of his presence. My body pulsed with a desperate heat, a fire he had ignited and then abandoned, leaving me to burn alone. My heat had arrived yesterday, a tempest of desire crashing through my veins, demanding release, demanding 'him'. But Keidō, my stoic Alpha, saw only the pack, the looming threat of war. His touch, when it came, was brief, a fleeting brush against my cheek before he turned, his gaze distant, already on the horizon.

“Eliara, I must go.” His voice, a low rumble, barely reached me. He stood by the door, his silhouette framed against the pale morning light, a warrior already armored for battle.

I pulled the furs tighter around my shoulders, the luxurious weight doing little to quell the shivers. “Must you? Now? My heat… it just began.” My voice was a raw whisper, laced with a plea I knew he wouldn’t hear.

He turned then, his eyes, the color of stormy skies, meeting mine. A flicker, perhaps of regret, perhaps of obligation, passed through them, too quick to grasp. “The scouts returned. The Bloodfang pack moves closer. I cannot delay.”

“But you are the Alpha. Your Luna needs you.” I pushed myself up, the silk sliding down my bare skin, exposing the curve of my hip, the swell of my breast. My hard and aching nipples, peaked against the fabric, yearning for his mouth, his touch. The scent of my arousal, sweet and musky, filled the air, a siren call meant only for him.

He took a step towards me, his gaze dropping to my body, lingering for a moment before snapping back to my face. His jaw tightened. “The pack needs me more. Their safety is paramount.”

“And what of 'my' safety? What of my sanity?” My voice cracked, a desperate edge sharpening each word. “You bind me to you, then leave me to writhe in this agony alone. Is that the Alpha’s way?”

He reached the bed, his large hand brushing my cheek, a touch devoid of passion, a gesture of duty. “You are strong, Eliara. You always have been. You will endure.”

“Endure?” I scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping my lips. “Is that what you call it? This gnawing emptiness? This constant hunger that only you can sate?” My hand reached for his, clutching it as my fingers dug deep into his palm. “Please, Keidō. Just a moment. Just a touch. I need you.”

He pulled his hand away gently, his gaze unwavering. “There is no time for moments, Eliara. Not now. The war will not wait for my Luna’s heat to pass.” He moved away, his back to me, already donning his thick leather tunic, the scent of his own rising tension, sharp and metallic, mixing with the earthy musk of his fur.

“You always choose them,” I whispered, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. “Always the pack. Never me.”

He paused at the door, his hand resting on the wooden frame. “You are part of the pack, Eliara. My Luna. My responsibility. But my duty extends to every single soul under my protection.” He didn’t look back. “I will return when I can. Be safe.”

Then he was gone. The heavy oak door thudded shut, a final, definitive sound that echoed the emptiness in my chest. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the frantic thrum of my own blood, the insistent pulse of my heat.

My body screamed. Every nerve ending vibrated, a frantic symphony of unfulfilled desire. The air that was thick with my scent, felt suffocating. I threw off the furs, the cool air that hit my skin offered a fleeting, agonizing relief before the inferno within me flared hotter. My heavy and swollen breasts ached. My clit throbbed, a relentless drumbeat demanding attention.

He always did this. His pack always came first. From the moment he claimed me, I knew this was his truth. But knowing it didn't make it any easier to bear, especially not now, when my body was a tempest, when the primal urge for union consumed me. I paced the room, like a caged animal, my bare feet sinking into the plush rug. The walls of our chambers, usually a sanctuary, now felt like a prison.

My now trembling hands went to my breasts, cupping their fullness, rolling my thumbs over the distended nipples. A soft moan escaped my lips, a sound of desperate yearning. The friction, though minimal, sent a jolt of pleasure, a tiny spark in the vast darkness. I squeezed as I imagined his mouth, his tongue, suckling, teasing. My fingers dragged downwards, tracing the line of my ribs, across my belly, flat and taut, until they reached the delta of dark curls between my legs.

My pussy throbbed, a swollen, sensitive mass of flesh, slick with my own juices. I pressed my palm against it.

"Oh, gods!" A small whimper escaped my lips. The pressure I felt was a sweet agony, a tease that only intensified my craving. My fingers delved into the wetness, finding my clit, already hard and protruding. I rubbed it gently, then with more urgency, a soft rhythmic motion that sent waves of heat through my core.

“Ah…” A soft gasp escaped my lips. The pleasure was sharp, immediate, but also hollow, a pale imitation of the real thing. It was a desperate attempt to quell the fire, to find some release, any release, from the relentless ache. I closed my eyes, picturing my mate, Keidō, his strong hands on my hips, his thrusts deep and powerful, filling me, claiming me. But the image was fleeting, replaced by the stark reality of my solitude.

My fingers continued their work, circling my clit, then sliding lower, seeking entry. My pussy was open. It was eager, practically begging to be filled. I tried to imagine his cock, his thick and hot member, sliding into me, stretching me, burying itself deep. I pushed a finger inside, then another, the slick warmth a poor substitute for the firm press of his shaft. My hips began to move in a slow, unconscious grind against my hand as if seeking deeper penetration, a more profound friction.

“Oh, gods…” My ragged breath hitched. The pleasure built. it felt like a tight knot in my belly, coiling tighter and tighter. My whole body became tensed as it arched slightly. But it wasn't enough. It never was. Self-pleasure, in the throes of heat, was a cruel joke, a brief respite before the hunger returned, fiercer than before. I needed more. I needed to be taken.

My eyes scanned the room, landing on the small, velvet-lined box on my bedside table. Inside lay a collection of toys, gifts from a previous Luna, a woman who understood the unique torment of an Alpha’s wife. My still slick fingers, reached for the box, fumbling with the latch. It clicked open, revealing a vibrant array of silicone and glass. My gaze settled on a long, thick dildo, veined and realistic, designed to mimic a powerful cock. It felt heavy in my hand, cool and smooth against my skin.

This would have to do. This had to do. I rolled onto my back, spreading my legs as my breath came out in short, sharp gasps. My pussy pulsed, a silent scream for release. I positioned the toy, its blunt head pressed against my wet folds, ready to plunge into the depths of my yearning. My hips lifted, a silent invitation, a desperate plea.

Just as I was about to push down, to claim the fleeting relief this cold object offered, the door burst open.

“Eliara, have you seen Keidō? The scouts returned with urgent news, and he’s nowhere to be found, the fool always disappears when he’s needed most.”

My eyes snapped open, wide with shock, my body freezing, the dildo still poised at the entrance to my aching pussy. Selene. Keidō’s sister. Her voice, usually a bright, melodic chime, was filled with concern as her gaze swept the room, searching.

Oh, no please, no, don't look here... I practically begged her in my head, knowing it was of no use.

Her eyes landed on me.

My breath caught in my throat. I lay there, exposed, vulnerable, my legs spread, my hand clutching a phallic toy, my pussy glistening with arousal.