The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Blue's Perspective)

I had no idea what he was planning on doing. Though I had thought about some weird stuff when he told me to kneel, I was still not sure if he meant it. But then again as it was him, he perhaps meant it.

I kneeled in front of him. It was so embarrassing that I wanted to hide my face somewhere. "Now what?" I asked shyly.

"You look so red, my wife," he said mockingly. I gave him an angry glare. "Alright, alright- I won't tease my wife anymore. Now can you see how excited I am for you?"

I looked at it timidly. It surely looked big. It was the problem with him- he got excited pretty quickly. And I had to face the consequences. Not that I hated it...

"Take it out, my wife," he said.

"Eh?"

"You heard me."

I touched it over his pants. It was hot even from over the fabric. I had touched it once before only. It was the night when we cleared up the misunderstandings.

I unzipped his pants with shaking hands. Perhaps my hands were shaking because I was nervous. The moment I unzipped his pants completely, it sprang out. It scared me all of a sudden.

"Pfft..."

"Are you serious?" I grumbled.

"Sorry."

"What should I do now?" I asked.

"Touch it," he said.

"Just that?"

"... My wife, you still don't know that your hands are magic. And more importantly, you're testing my patience."

I shook my head as if trying to get rid of all my shyness. I touched it slightly and just like that night, he flinched. The firmness was quite dangerous, especially to think that it went right inside me. And the size was scary too.

I held it with both of my hands. Subconsciously, I felt like I should not press it. Or he might get hurt. For some reason, the thing felt quite valuable.

"Like this?" I asked.

"Now move your hands, up and down," he said. His voice was throaty. It felt like he was in deep pressure. I wondered if it was because I held it. At least, I wished it was because of that.

I moved my hands up and down slowly. It felt weird, but for some reason, my body was feeling hot. I was doing it to make him feel better, but why was my body feeling weird?

"Huh..."

"Does... does it feel good?"

"Yes, it is good," he said. "You can use a bit more force, you know. You're touching it like you're touching a feather."

"Oh, I thought you would get hurt if I use much pressure," I said. I decided to do as he said. I used a bit more pressure than before and increased my speed. I could hear his rapid breathing as well as deep groans.

It was twitching slightly in my hand. 'It's weird but surprisingly good. It's embarrassing too, but I want to make him feel better.'

There was a hint of liquid on the tip. I wondered how he would feel if I touched there. I rubbed my thumb over the slippery tip. His legs shook a bit at the reaction.

Suddenly his breathing seemed more rapid than before. It was like the times when I was about to reach the climax. Was he about to reach his climax as well? I had never seen him do it in front of me. I mean, he always did it inside me and there was no way I could see that.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me towards him. My hands were still on his thing, rubbing it as he said. He pressed his lips on mine and took me in for a deep kiss. I did not expect it.

His hands reached inside the front of my dress to grab my breasts. Even over the undergarments, I could feel his fingers pretty clearly. He said he would not do it here, but he was being like this again. I was worried that someone might come inside at any time. And someone might even hear us.

But his lips were blocking me from making any noise. I could not even complain or push him away. A felt something hot dripping through my hands and even the part on my neck felt hot.

I could not see anything, nor could I make any sound. He pushed me backward. I fell on the floor over the arm that he placed so I would not hit my head. His lips were still on mine. He was being impatient.

His lips left mine only when I ran out of air completely. "Huh... I can't breathe... You said, you won't do it here."

"I'm sorry. I could not control myself," he said, though he did not look apologetic at all. "... You look..."

"What? What happened?" I asked.

"Your hands..."

I looked at my hands. They were covered in some kind of whitish slimy liquid. 'So it's his... To think only this liquid can get someone pregnant...'

"What are you doing? You look like you're examining it. Do you like it that much?" he asked teasingly.

"No, it's not like that!" I said quickly.

"You're embarrassed again, my wife," he laughed. He brought out his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped my hands. He had kneeled on the floor as well. I did not know why, but I felt kind of happy. "You did an amazing job."

"Did I?"

"Yes, of course. That was perfect though I would like to see you use your...," he mumbled.

"Use my what?"

"Nothing. We can do that later," he said quickly. After he was done with my hands, he started wiping my neck as well.

"Why are you wiping there?" I asked. "Do I have some dirt there or something? I didn't go anywhere to get dirty though..."

"Uh... I shot."

"Shot...?" I mumbled. "Oh..."

As soon as the realization hit me, I fell silent while he was shaking with laughter. This guy was seriously something.