V3 Chapter 60
"I...I want to trust you,"
"You can."
He kissed her.
Regina was surprised. But she didn't push him away. And Cian was even more encouraged by this. He stroked her tongue with his own, and a surge of joy shot through him as she grabbed his shoulders and kissed him back.
"Cara, Sei il mio tesoro... and so, I’m willing to wait,”
Cian ran a hand across Regina's hips, and then her ass. So perfect. And it'll be mine. He squeezed the perky curve of her right asscheek to give her doughy rump a quick, lewd wobble. That ass was round and juicy. What’s more, he loved the way she gasped and shuddered when he touched her hot skin.
“Hmm,”
Regina groaned at his obscene caress, still, she let him touch her like that, cupping and molding her flesh, listening as he spoke.
"Amore Mio, please give me chance, to prove my love,"
He let out a warm breath across her skin, causing her to quiver and moaned. Then, his lips left her neck and went to her shoulder, kissing ever softly.
“If you do so, I’m willing to wait for the time where you can finally open your heart to me, to us… to be with us, Regina, because we really want you to be ours.”
Regina bit her lips, and her head leaned against his.
The touching seemed to ease her.
“But they wouldn’t allow it…” she said with grievous despair.
The conflict between their races was not a secret anymore, nor has peace could be left as an option. War is inevitable and was already at the corner. The conflict between Humans and Werebeasts could ignite at any given moment and without any intention of stopping.
In the first place, her attacking him, wanting to kill him was the cause of that. Before she had met him, she had killed countless werebeasts like him, and their blood had drenched her hands. She’s a sinner. A killer of his kind.
How could she have a future with him…?
“Don't be afraid," he whispered against her temple.
"Don’t let them decide it for you, Regina…don't let the world dictates your heart.”
And of course, Cian who can read her mind, as if he is reading a book, knows her concern.
"We are at war- we kill a lot of people, be it our own, or each other. But even roses bloom on the battlefield. Cara Mia, the past doesn't dictate our existence. People dies... and we did it, killed them in a battle, where our honor and pride at stake. There's no shame in doing so, no matter how much blood drenched our hands...even if you kill all of my kind, I will still love you-" for I need you, "And you alone," I desire. I could care less what happens to others... "Is what matters to me."
Regina felt her body quivered. His voice snapped her out of her thoughts, like raging lightning bolt across dark clouds that loomed over her mind. How could his voice so strong, yet so gentle? How could he vindicate such selfless yet at the same time, selfish love. Why... why does everything doesn't seem to make sense.
Why does my heart beat so hard...?
That's right. Why? What is wrong with this? So what if they were wrong for each other? So what if other people condemn her? Regina groaned, feeling her heart suffocated. But yet a feeling of freedom suffused her mind, and her senses turned clear. And she realized. She no longer cared.
He might be a werebeast, but he too was a man. A man that had given her his love. Anything else doesn't matter!
“I don’t care about what they think, I only care about you…” he continued with an engaging smile that could bewitch any girl on the surface of the world, all while petting her hair with loving affection.
That's right.
Be free.
Open your heart.
Regina stared in a daze at his smile, as if it possesses an incredible power of attraction that could catch even her soul to submission. Perhaps, it has, nevertheless, she felt her heart beating wildly, her thoughts almost blanking out.
“Regina… you don’t need to care about what other people think, or say. There’s no human or werebeast here. Just you and me. In the end, our happiness lies not with them, but with us. With you….” he said, wiping a strand of her hair that covers her beautiful eyes and tucking them behind her ear.
“...So, think for yourself, Regina. What do you think of being with us? That's all I care,”
It was something he had followed always whenever he courted a woman; always ask where the girl was emotionally. It works wonders all the time.
Insecurities, worries, doubts- always, they exist within us. Especially among women, for they are creatures of emotions that cannot help but worry about every little thing.
The way to a woman’s heart is often about settling their fears and easing their worries, breaking the walls that cover their hearts. And that's what Cian was doing. To break through what blocks her heart from accepting him.
"...I, I feel achy and a little scared...."
Regina hesitated. Then, she shook her head and leaned her head against her chest. She delved her hands into his flesh, and feel his warmth as if it was giving her the will to be strong.
“A part of me wanted to feel the way I did the other night. And a part of me was even thinking…slave or not, I don’t need to become one…all I want is to feel that again. Making love, doesn’t need to be a master or a slave, doesn't it?”
“Perhaps, but Regina, I want to give you more,”
Cian said as he drew her earlobe into his mouth and suckled. He knew from experience that his saliva tends to make a woman more sensitive and titillated, but it usually required some mind control to work. Though he has yet the ability to fully control her heart and mind, but he was more than capable of influencing her consciousness.
She moaned.
He grew even harder. She was so glorious, so responsive. He ran his hand down her hip to her thigh and squeezed.
“A whole lot more, love.”
Regina raised her head and look at him.
He smiled.
“There’s more to this than a simple making love.” he soothed his hand over her flesh.
Regina’s eyes widened and her face reddened to that of a cherry when she felt his hands gently crawled against her skin. A yelp escaped her full lips, smiling when she felt a thick finger rub the insides of her soft thighs.
“But you’ll certainly have that, too.”
She smiled, amused. He did as well, his eyes narrowing. He could smell her arousal, but he wanted to feel it, too. He ran his hand down the swell of her ass until he reached the soft, slick heat of her pussy.
“I... We..."
She fumbled with her words and darted her eyes away from his.
Cian grinned, “You can feel the connection, the passion-filled attraction between us, Mi Amore. It’s something you cannot deny, or fight against. You and I, we are compatible- we suit each other- and I know you know that- you can feel that...”
It would be too easy for him to dig his finger through her naked folders, as without even looking, he knew exactly where her vaginal opening was. It would be too simple to dig his finger into her slit and finger-fuck her right there, making her lose her mind, poison her reason. Regina couldn't stop him, he knows, she wouldn't want to stop him.
But he decided to make things complex.
Not complicated, rather complex. There was a fine difference.
Regina was reminded of that difference, feeling a strong finger rotate around her vulva. She was paralyzed over him, vision growing hazy as warmth built up in between her shapely legs. Her soft, smooth thighs rubbed upon each other, vaginal lips pulsing from the touch of the Werebeast in front of her. She moaned luridly, though, still doing nothing to stop him.
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“How do you feel now, knowing that?”
Cian hung on her answer to that question.
Regina hesitated only a moment before she answered.
“.... Better,” she admitted.
Her whisper slid warm and tantalizing across his skin. She turned her face up to his, and god helps him, Cian couldn’t stop himself. She was right there, so close, her lips just over his.
The world slipped away, and nothing mattered except the woman he held close.
I knew it, you will be mine… mine, Regina… mine…
Cian leaned down, and he kissed her, his lips on hers, taking hers. The passion before had been incendiary, but this was softer, more intimate. So potent and wonderful…and dangerous.
Regina's body jerked, quivered for a moment, gasping even as he claimed her mouth, but then she opened to him. She followed the rhythm and depth of his kiss with ease, as though they’d shared a thousand such kisses, danced the long slow grind of dominance and submission together until they were in perfect harmony.
Cian felt his whole body—not just his cock—reacted to her, tensing, shuddering, hardening. And for some reason, she made his heart pound, his brain haze over. He even felt as if he was going to lose himself here if he wasn’t careful.
For quite a long while, they held each other tightly and kissed passionately. It felt like hours have passed, but finally, Regina pulled back, a thin silver line lewdly connected their lips as she panted.
“I will,”
Suddenly, and of course, out of his expectation, she said as she looks at him. Cian’s eyes clearly widened his eyes for a moment, almost somewhat doubting his ears. Still, she continued; “I will become your real slave if that’s what you want,”
Hearing her words, his smile widened, and Regina too felt extremely happy.
Looking at his beaming expression, the feeling that fills her heart at this moment is something she had never felt before.
As I thought, I really want to be with him. I don’t want to be anything else…being by his side, be it as a slave or not, feels my heart with excitement, with contentment I have never felt anything before. This is where I belong. By his side…
Cian reached out again, slightly cupping her cheek, but she caught his wrist, holding his hand against her. She sighed lightly, turning her head just enough to kiss the palm of his hand. He looks at her. Pride and desire both stabbed at him.
Regina surrendered herself a little at a time, her submissive streak so natural and beautiful.
No, he hadn’t asked a lot of her yet. Her emotional triggers would trip her up at some point. Cian had no doubt of that. But still, he wanted her to be his…no matter what happens, her fate has already been engraved on his plate. That would never change, even if the Gods are against it.
“Do you really want to become my slave?” he asked, again, his body slowly leaning into her.
She nodded. This time, with more resolve. And proving it, she showed him her gestured of acceptance by kissing his hand, and then the wrist, pulling him toward her. Cian curled his hand around her neck and dared to pull her head nearer. She didn’t resist, and it was his undoing.
“If that’s what you wanted, I will even become your vixen/whore.” she grinned meaningfully. Her face was flushed, her eyes brilliant, reflecting her desire.
Cian’s heart burst in satisfaction.
Without using force, to think it would be this easy to make her submit. He thought, it would still need a lot of time, coaxing and flirting, but to be this easy… this was completely out of his expectation.
However, at this time, it was to his bliss.
Now... my dear Regina... you cannot escape.
He looks at her, her beautiful face seemly more radiant, and beautiful than before. A dazzling smile hanged on her expression, as her face was dyed by dusk. Doubts and worries seemed to have disappeared from her mind, as all was replaced with undying love and affection.
“No way you’re going to change your mind later, won’t you?”
“No,” Regina answered with a wide smile. “I won’t… as long as you want me, I will always be here,”
“...you sure?”
Regina chuckled, somewhat finding his disbelief amusing.
"Hm, for I feel so safe with you."
She said it with endearing softness to her voice, afterward making herself small and tucking up close against him.
"I love you, my dear beast,"
Cian couldn't help but smile warmly as he met her hand laid upon his chest with his own. Her pleasant natural perfume tickled the rim of his nostrils, never overpowering but just enough to detect and savor, like the fruitful hint of fine wine. And just like his fondness of wine and alcohol, Regina seemed to bring him just within reach of a life he was otherwise beyond.
“You better not, or else I won’t let you leave me, even if I have to chain you down... again,”
"...speaking of chains... will, will you tie me again?"
"Do you want to?"
She bit her lips. "If, if you want..."
Cian smirked. "Then, I will make sure to tie you a lot, later,"
Tilting his head, he let his cheek rest against her hair. It was soft and luxuriously thick, spilling along her shoulders and down her back, crimson as the setting sun and seeming to perpetually shimmer. He let the clean and fragrant smell, no doubt derived from some rare, exotic flower he couldn't hope to name, pull him into an almost trance-like state of appreciation bordering on worship.
The slight stir he felt south of his stomach was beyond his control, though he tempered it as best as he could.
Cian had been entranced by her wonderful locks from the very first moment he saw her. Gorgeous crimson-hair, lighter than Amadea’s, and curved around her shoulders. Her skin even was one the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. Fair, healthy pink, with a reddish hue. And her plump breasts with their pert strawberry nipples looked downright sexy.
The little nubs strained for attention, begging to be taken into his mouth and sucked until she screamed with the pleasure he ached to give her. Her flat belly led to a gorgeous crimson pussy, engorged and lightly covered by a trimmed fringe of hair that fascinated him.
“Regina,” he looks at her, staring down with demand in his eyes.
“You will really become mine, won’t you?”
A shudder went through her body. Regina closed her eyes and with a faint, loving smile, she answered; “Yes. I will.”
At her shaky whisper, satisfaction lit his eyes. Cian knew that he had her right where he wanted her now. He didn’t even need to use her [Charm Eye] to enslave her, as she was ready to offer her everything to him.
He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. When he’d positioned her to his satisfaction, Regina strained up to meet his kiss, lips parted in silent but unmistakable invitation.
Their breaths mingled for only a moment, as once again he seized her mouth with his own, taking her lips again and stealing her kiss, stripping her of restraint. He then slipped his arms around her, pulling her closer, holding her tighter, as his mouth moved against hers. She sighed and melted into him, her arms winding around his neck, returning the kiss with wanton abandon.
Glorious.
He was eager, but not demanding, welcoming her kisses as much as he offered his. The gentle press of his mouth grew firmer, hungrier, and he dragged her body tightly against his. Hot. Hard. Ravenous. Regina moaned in surprise when his tongue teased her lips apart. He plunged into her mouth, exploring and coaxing, urging her to follow.
Her head swam. She reveled in the taste of him.
This. This was how a kiss was meant to be. Not the ones she had once shared with her lover before. A wild, greedy, indulgence that made her forget the world and long for more—more of him, more of them—anything and everything he would give her.
"My...Master..."
This was a full-bodied kiss, one that bore the markings of maturity, with succulent lips, a playful little tongue, and teeth that grazed her bottom lip. And when he’d finished kissing her, he would stare at her lovingly, and smiled at her, his beautiful red pair of eyes shining with the light of the torches that lit the cavern.
"You would never regret this decision,"
"I know, I won't... and I will not let it end with a regret," she replied with firm determination.
"Ti Amo,"
"I don't understand those words... But I felt their meaning. And I love you too, my Master,"
Regina clung to him, straddling his lap, and feeling his hardened monster twitching against her stomach, she happily wrapped her arms around his neck and tugging his head down to hers to kiss him again. She was feeling addicted to the feel of his lips to hers. And she want more.
And so, is he.
Cian had craved her ever since he had seen her, and their first lovemaking was not enough to satisfy his hunger. He had ravished her mouth and lips and his hands roamed over her lithe, slender body, not a single par left untouched- yet, it wasn’t enough-
He kissed her again and again, his mouth on hers, like an insatiable beast that could not get full no matter how much he devours. Then he pulled away, ignoring her mute cry of protest, kissing her cheek, her forehead, her eyes, curving her head into his neck, and holding her tightly against him. He had kissed every inch of her face before his lips once again made a faint touch on her lips.
“You smell like happiness,” he grinned.
Regina almost laughed at his sappy grin, then, suddenly she teared up again, clinging to him, her movements almost desperate.
Women are made of tears, Cian had heard about it before, but now he realized, it has its own truth. She was crying again. He could only sigh inside his mind, well, let her do what she wants, a reward for her submission.
While his head was being embraced by Regina tightly while sobbing, Cian glanced at Amadea, and the two exchange a knowing glance. They grinned, and the latter winked mischievously. Regina was already theirs, and there’s no escape for her.
Regina continued to cry, not tears of pain or sorrow, but of joy.
“M, Master,”
That word seemed to flow more smoothly from her mouth than before.
She felt as if her breath was trapped in her chest, a heavy disquiet stirring deep within her. All her perceptions, her ideas, her thoughts, all of them had rearranged, and she had discovered one irrefutable fact.
She loved him.
She loved her master and is willing to do almost anything he wanted. She pulled away, leaning back. She touched his mouth with fingers as if to capture the kiss he gave her, slowly traced the line of his lips, and then to his chin, and neck.
His soft, ash-colored hair, seemed strange for a Foxman, beautiful neck, and his manly adam’s apple. She traced a horizontal line on his neck, her face aggrieves and angry- angry not to anyone but herself.
She actually did a very stupid thing, pointing a blade on his neck. Though there was no sign of it anymore, nor wound or blood, but still, just recalling how crazy she was a while ago, trying to kill him, her heart squeezed painfully, and tears started to form in her eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” she muttered, sobbing.
“I’m really sorry, master…”
Looking at her guilty expression, Cian knows he finally had her hook, line, and sinker. Still, his expression remained gentle, and he rubbed her cheeks gently with his thumb, wiping away the tears falling from her guilty eyes.
“It’s fine…I deserve it- especially for what I did to you…I raped you, that can never be forgiven,”
“NO!”
Regina shook her head.
“No, you didn’t! I wanted it! I gave myself to you! That is not rape! You did nothing wrong!” she cried out.
“And besides, even if it is, I will accept it with an open heart. I won’t resist! I won’t struggle! You can do anything you wanted to me! To my body! I will do whatever you want of me. Anything!”