webnovel

His Forsaken Luna

Fantasy
Laufend · 479.2K Ansichten
  • 158 Kaps
    Inhalt
  • 4.9
    11 Bewertungen
  • NO.200+
    UNTERSTÜTZEN
Zusammenfassung

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

Tags
10 tags
Chapter 1Desires

I'm feverish. Flames lick along my skin, in my blood, fogging my mind. I'm bursting, liquefying, growing weak to this unquenchable thirst.

Stumbling away from the next event, I managed to put distance between myself and the other guests. The light and bright colours, the glitz and glam of the ball, the soft violins, chatter and laughter fade away as the darkness of night and the tall, looming trees of the forest welcome my heated state. The light breeze helps little, and the wild beating of my heart and breaths grow rapidly.

The blistering high heels start to sink into the grass and dirt, slowing my exit. This will not do. I need to escape before they scent me. I could already see their heated gazes following me outside.

"Ladies and gentlemen… It's what you've all been waiting for!" The herald spoke grandly by the patio doors in the distance. Guests began to emerge from the hall and onto the patio. I didn't pay attention to them, and their voices merged into one until one last sentence spiked my heart rate.

"Let the hunt begin!"

"Ugh." I slipped out of my heels, lifted my skirts and sprinted into the woods. A drum pounded in my ears as heat embodied me, surging across my body like wildfire. It was agonising.

The river. I just need to get to the river, cool down and hide. 

It was simple. Too simple. Especially when the sound of wolves howling and the giggles of women and shouts of men started to grow closer. But I tuned them out and into the sound of running water, my haven that could put an end to this.

My knees almost buckled, breaking down upon seeing the reflection of the night sky in the dark depths of the river. I just need to plunge myself into it, let the water rush over me and douse this infernal torture. My legs slowed without permission as I began towards a fallen tree slanting into some of the river right when the sounds of paws and boots thudded into the earth.

"I knew it!" One man shouted. "It's her!"

Close. They were too close.

"She smells divine!"

They were gathering nearby. My body spiked with arousal, the idea of being caught rushing adrenaline through my blood. It would put an end to this turmoil. I was in heat, and my scent, pheromones to attract a mate, was spreading vastly.

With a gasp, I began to back away, hearing their calls. They will come, and I will be undone. 

"Don't come any closer," my voice a breathless whisper, weak against the inferno inside.

"Princess!" A man's voice calls close behind me.

"No, don't…" My legs buckle as his warmth rushes towards me.

Strong arms wrap around me, keeping me upright, and I am done. My back melts into his solid form. The clothes between us are too thick. His hands are warm, and I clutch them, the skin contact tingling along my arms. His swallow is loud and thick like he is fighting against our most primal instincts.

I need more. Desire more.

His skin needs to be against mine. To help this ache, this craving to be touched, loved, be everything and nothing but be in this heady moment.

"Princess…" A plea. I faintly recognise his voice. But I cannot place it. Does it matter?

Not when my body aches, burns and screams for him to come closer. The world around us fades, and all that matters is him and me.

I turn on my toes and look up. Through my heated breaths, I make out a silver mask covering the top half of his face like all the other guests at the ball, mine included.

"Tell me what to do." His voice is more beast than man, a rumble deep within his chest.

"Help me." The whimper is out before I can stop it, my hands moving, hiking up to his shoulders, unable to stop myself. He's leaning forward now, his restraints breaking.

"Princess," he breathes. More words are spoken from those enticing lips that seem to glisten. I cannot fathom them, not now when his hands travel along my bare back, pressing our bodies into each other, my curves against the rigidness of his torso.

"I cannot… We… should not…" Were his final words before I leaned onto my toes and brushed my lips against his, gently, allowing the flames to burn brighter and sink into my skin deeper until he angled my face and dominated the kiss, deepening it, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, with a sharp inhale his tongue delves into my mouth.

My feet stumble as he takes control and walks me back until bark bites into my skin. I'm completely at his mercy now. The pressure eased some of that ache, but something ignited us into action. We are nothing more than fumbling hands, eager to undress, to feel our bodies collide.

My hands skim the contours of his muscular chest, mapping it out, brushing along a scar that makes him pause. I whimper when the heat of his lips leaves mine, but it is followed by a breathy moan when his lips trail delicious kisses down my neck, one hand behind my back untying the laces to my corset, the other hitching up my skirts, hand skimming my thigh, awakening more gasps from my lips, sensitive to his touch.

"Please." Another whimper when his caresses were too teasing. "I need… you. I need… your touch." An embarrassing groan, but one that has this man trail his lips down my bodice and kneel before me, peeling back the skirts, hiding his head.

My head thrusts back at the abrupt bliss erupting from his touch, and the still forest fills with smothered gasps and moans, my teeth biting into my fist as I stare at the starry night sky. The heat smothers us, and the pain subsides to this intoxication.

How… How did I end up like this? 

Das könnte Ihnen auch gefallen

Guide to tame my villainous husbands

Sequel to Guide to raise my cutie husbands. Mo Qiang, an architect was chosen by the fairy of nature who brought her to the world of interstellar where she was punished to revive the nature that she has destroyed with her own hands while creating architecture that she thought was paving way for the future. Now, stuck with a nature-reviving system in a world full of poisonous gases and intergalactic stuff where she has to start from the very beginning and plant more forest and crops while creating a liveable world for the humans, Mo Qiang was suffering. But it sounds easy right? No! In her path she has three villainous husbands, all three of them want to kill her such that they will be able to marry her capable sister after kicking her away who was trashy and good for nothing. Mo Qiang has nothing against them, in fact, she is more than willing to divorce them after securing her life and raising her favourability in their hearts such that they will not kill her but —— Why are they coming for her now? Hello, you all wanted to marry her sister right? Excerpt: “ Here you go,” said Mo Qiang as she pushed the divorce agreement looking at her first husband who was gentle but poisonous like a snake. “ I have already signed the document of our divorce, you can take a look —-wait, why are you taking your clothes off?” The mer looked at her and smiled gently as he took off his glasses and said, “ Looks like my wife is not happy with me not giving birth to our child, don’t worry I will work hard tonight.” Mo Qiang: “…..” I do not want you to work hard! Take second! “ Take this and sign it,” said Mo Qiang, this time more fiercely as she looked at her second husband who was reading a script for his film. “ I am sure you want to divorce me right? I have already signed —-woah! What are you putting me on the bed for?” She asked while looking at the gorgeous face. Her second husband stared down at her and with a blank expression and voice as cold as water said, “ I have to practice a love-making scene, help me, dear wife.” Mo Qiang: “……” This movie that you are shooting is based on the Zerg apocalypse, don’t lie to me! With whom are you going to make love with? A Zerg? Take third! “ Huff, huff..this is the divorce agreement, sign it... I know that your company does not allow idols to date so here sign it,” she said to her third husband who was practising his dance moves. The mer who was dressed in a loose silk shirt and sweat dripping down his body took a look at the document that she was handing him and then hugged Mo Qiang. A second later she heard his sniffling voice while he peppered kisses on her neck, “ Wife you do not want me? Is that the new idol who attracted your attention, I knew it! I will take care of him!” “Put down that knife will you!” And why is the third prince of the imperial family who hated her to the bones coming after her with flowers? She already has her hands full! ….

fairytail72 · Fantasy
4.8
1355 Chs