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.

Eliara~

The air crackled with a sudden, suffocating tension. Her eyes, identical to Keidō’s in their stormy grey, widened, taking in every detail.

"Oh, shit, shit, shit!!" I chided in my head. The flush on my cheeks, my disheveled hair, the frantic rise and fall of my chest, the sheen of sweat on my skin, the toy… the toy.

A slow flush crept up her neck, painting her cheeks a deep crimson. Her lips, usually set in a confident line, parted slightly, a soft gasp escaping them. Her gaze, which had been so searching, now lingered, tracing the curve of my body, the swell of my breasts, the wetness between my legs. The air in the room, already thick with my heat, intensified, becoming almost palpable.

“Eliara…” Her voice was barely a whisper, devoid of its earlier urgency, replaced by something entirely different. A raw, unbidden curiosity. A sudden, unexpected heat.

I couldn’t speak. Shame. Hot and stinging shame washed over me, mingling with the unquenched fire of my heat. I wanted to cover myself, to disappear, but my limbs felt like lead, paralyzed by her unexpected intrusion.

She took a step, then another, slowly closing the distance between us. Her eyes never left mine, but I felt the weight of her gaze on my exposed body, a tangible pressure that both shamed and thrilled me. Her own scent, usually a crisp scent of winter berries and fresh snow, now had an underlying current, something warmer, richer. A subtle musk that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Your heat…” she breathed, the words a soft exhalation. Her voice was husky, a low vibration that sent shivers down my spine, different from the shivers of cold. “Keidō left you… like this?” Her words carried a hint of accusation, but also something else, something I couldn't quite decipher. A spark, perhaps, of understanding. Or was it...

I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “He had to go. The Bloodfang pack…”

She waved a dismissive hand, her eyes were still locked on my pussy, on the toy still clutched in my hand. “Damn the Bloodfang pack. He left his Luna in this state?” Her voice was low, almost a growl, a primal sound I’d never heard from her before. “He is a fool.”

She reached the bed. Her hand hovered over my thigh, not quite touching, but close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating from her skin. My muscles tensed in a mixture of fear and an unfamiliar, thrilling anticipation. Selene's gaze flickered to the dildo in my hand.

“Is that… what you were going to use?” she asked with a soft voice, laced with a strange, almost tender curiosity.

I nodded, unable to form words, my cheeks burning.

She looked at the toy, then back at me. Her eyes darkened, a primal hunger igniting within their depths. “You don’t need that. You need… real warmth. A real touch.”

My breath hitched. The air between us was thick, charged with unspoken desires. My heat, already raging, flared hotter, responding to her proximity, to the unspoken promise in her eyes. Her scent, now fully released, enveloped me, a heady mix of winter berries, musk, and something uniquely Selene, something sharp and intoxicating.

She knelt beside the bed, her face level with mine. Her fingers, long and slender, reached out, not for the toy, but for my face. Her thumb stroked my cheekbone, a feather-light touch that sent goosebumps across my skin. My eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping my lips.

“Eliara,” she whispered, her voice like velvet, “you are exquisite. So full of fire. So neglected.”

Her words were so understanding, so tender that it pierced through the shame, touching a raw nerve of longing I hadn't dared to acknowledge. My body, already primed for release, trembled under her gaze, under her touch.

Her hand slid down my neck, over my collarbone, her fingers tracing the curve of my breast. My nipple hardened further, aching for her touch. She watched it, a slow smile spreading across her lips, a predatory glint in her eyes.

“You want this, don’t you?” she murmured, her voice a low purr. “You want to be touched. To be claimed. To be pleasured.”

I couldn’t deny it. My body screamed its affirmation. I nodded, a small, jerky movement, my eyes still closed.

She leaned in, her warm breath caressing my ear. “Let me, Eliara. Let me take away this ache.”

My eyes flew open, meeting hers. The stormy grey was alight with a fierce, untamed desire, a mirror of the hunger swirling within me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a wild drumbeat. This was wrong. This was Keidō’s sister. But my body, desperate and primal, didn’t care. It craved release, comfort, touch, and Selene was offering it, with an intensity that promised oblivion.

“Selene…” My voice was a broken whisper, a plea, a question.

She didn’t answer with words. Her head dipped, and her lips, soft and full, found mine. The kiss was immediate, electrifying. It wasn't hesitant or gentle. I hungrily kisses back, desperately seeking the warmth her mouth gave me. Her mouth molded against mine, soft yet firm, and her tongue, warm and insistent, pushed past my lips, seeking entry.

A gasp escaped me, and her tongue plunged in, exploring, tasting, tangling with mine. Her lips moved, suckling, teasing, and I responded, my own tongue dancing with hers, longing for more. Her scent was so close that it enveloped my senses, filled it, making me drown out everything else. It was so intoxicating. It felt like I was given a powerful aphrodisiac that ignited every nerve ending in my body.

My hands, which had been clutching the dildo, now dropped it, reaching for her as it tangled in her thick, dark hair. I pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, my body arching into hers. Her lips were soft, her tongue playful, swirling against mine, drawing out a moan that vibrated deep in my chest. She tasted of wild berries and something else, something musky and uniquely female, a taste that was utterly intoxicating.

Her hand, which had been on my breast, now slid lower, over my belly, down to the throbbing delta between my legs. Her fingers, long and nimble, found my clit, already swollen and aching, and pressed down, a soft, deliberate pressure that sent a jolt of pure pleasure through me.

“Oh, gods…” I gasped against her mouth, my hips arched instinctively. The kiss deepened as her tongue moved with more urgency, mimicking the rhythm of her fingers on my clit. Her lips suckled mine, drawing my bottom lip between her teeth giving me a soft, teasing bite that made my core clench.

Her fingers left my mouth, one after another, travelling down my chest to my stomach and finally landed where I wanted it to. They continued their slow, deliberate dance, circling my clit, then sliding into the wetness, pushing past the outer lips, seeking entry. My pussy, already slick and open, welcomed her, practically swallowing her fingers whole. One finger, then two, slid inside, slowly stretching me, filling a small part of the vast emptiness.

“You’re so wet, Eliara,” she murmured against my lips, her voice thick with desire. “So ready.”

I whimpered, a low, guttural sound filled with pure need. Her fingers moved within me, slowly, deliberately, stretching my inner walls. Her thumb still circling my clit, teased me, tormented me. The pleasure was exquisite, a slow burn that built with each movement. My hips began to grind against her hand, seeking more, always more.

She broke the kiss, her dark and heavy-lidded eyes locked with mine. Her breath was ragged, her chest heaving. “I want to taste you, Eliara. I want to feel your heat on my tongue.”

My eyes widened as a series of thrills shot through me. The thought of her mouth on me, her tongue exploring my most intimate parts, sent a shiver of pure anticipation down my spine. I nodded, unable to speak, my body already melting under her gaze.

She leaned down, her dark hair curtaining my face, smelling of winter berries and warm skin. Her lips, still swollen from our kiss, brushed against my inner thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. My legs parted wider, an unspoken invitation.

Her mouth found my pussy, her tongue, warm and wet, tracing the outer folds, teasing the sensitive skin.

"Ahhhh, please!" A gasp tore from my throat, my body arching off the bed. The sensation was overwhelming, electrifying. Her tongue was soft, yet insistent, exploring every curve, every crevice. She licked slowly, deliberately, savoring the taste of my arousal, her lips suckling at my inner labia, drawing out a low moan from deep within me.

“You taste incredible, Luna,” she breathed against my wet flesh, her voice muffled but clear. “So sweet. So ripe.”

Her words, spoken against my most sensitive part, sent shivers through me. Her tongue found my clit, swollen and throbbing, and began to tease it, a slow, rhythmic flick that sent sparks flying through my entire being. My hips bucked, responding involuntarily to her exquisite torment.

“Oh… oh, Selene…” My voice was a desperately pleading.

She ignored my words, her focus entirely on her task. Her tongue continued its relentless assault on my clit, flicking, circling, then drawing back, only to return with renewed vigor. Her lips suckled the sensitive nub, a gentle vacuum that pulled at my very core, threatening to unravel me completely. The pleasure was intense. It felt like a white-hot fire spread through my veins, consuming me whole.

My fingers tangled in her hair, pulling gently, urging her on. I could feel the wetness spreading, soaking the sheets beneath me. My pussy clenched and unclenched, a frantic pulse responding to her sinful ministrations. Her breath felt hot and humid against my skin as it fanned the flames of my desire.

She began to suck harder, her tongue still flicking, teasing, tormenting. My body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. My legs shook, my back arched, my fingers dug into the sheets. Each suck, each flick of her tongue, brought me closer to the edge, to the precipice of oblivion.

“I’m… I’m going to…” I gasped, the words barely coherent.

She lifted her head for a moment, her eyes, dark and smoldering, meeting mine. A wicked smile played on her lips, a glint of pure mischief in her gaze. “Not yet, Luna. Not until I say so.” And then she was back, her mouth reclaiming my clit, her tongue working with renewed intensity, pushing me higher, faster.

The control she exerted, the deliberate teasing, was both maddening and incredibly arousing. My pussy pulsed as her her tongue plunged into my folds, swirling, then returned to my clit, suckling, teasing, flicking again. The sounds of her mouth on me, the wet, rhythmic slurping, the soft groans escaping her own throat, were intoxicating.

My body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming. I was writhing, my hips bucking against her mouth, desperate for the release she was so expertly withholding. She continued to suckle, her tongue a blur of motion, her lips pulling at my clit, drawing out every ounce of pleasure, every drop of my essence.

Then, just as I thought I could take no more, she pressed her tongue deep, a firm, sustained pressure that sent an explosion of pleasure through me.

"Please!!" My back arched, a guttural cry tearing from my throat. My body convulsed, waves of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashing over me, one after another. My pussy clenched, squeezing her tongue, releasing its sweet, hot torrent.

“Ahhh! Oh, Selene! Yes!” I screamed, my voice raw with release, my body trembling, my muscles spasming.

She held me there, her mouth still on me, suckling, licking, savoring every last tremor of my orgasm. Her tongue swirled inside me, tasting my release. Her lips created a soft, squelching sound as she continued to lap at my pussy. The aftershocks rippled through me, leaving me weak and breathless, yet strangely invigorated.

Just when the last tremors were about to subside, the door opened forcefully.

“Luna, we are under attack. The alpha asked me to come here and protect…” his eyes met mine and they widened in shock on seeing the horrific things that we were doing. “....you" he finished slowly.