An Enemy For Life

The knots in her stomach had transformed into beautiful butterflies as she walked with her Alpha King for the first time as his true wife, and Queen Luna. The way he led her towards a thicket in some trees made her heart race, because his face was beaming with pride - which meant, he had some sort of surprise up his sleeve for her.

"Come, I've got something to gift you. I'm sorry about the other night - and I hope this makes it up to you," he hinted, and then turned so he could surprise her by whisking the unsuspecting female into his arms like the bride she was.

Myranda couldn't help but let out a laugh of delight as her prince charming turned Alpha King swept her over the bushes as though he were carrying her over the threshold - she had no idea what it meant, but she knew it was an old human colloquialism about marriage or something.

"You my wife, will never be without my love or protection ever again - and now, you will never be without my touch again," Metas turned his sweet voice into that of one filled with desire and deeper tones.

"Oh, please by all means - tell me more..." she replied with a devious sound to match his.

"I am going to enjoy you nice and slowly, and after you've had a good rest...I think I'll give you what you wanted back in the lagoon," he started with promise and heat.

"That would be the absolute best wedding present one could ask for. I want you to bite me hard, though. As hard as you'd like. Don't worry about hurting me. I want you to make sure the teeth marks are deep and noticeable for the rest of my days," she replied to tempt him further. Part of it was bedroom talk, but honestly, deep down she truly meant it. What a beautiful art piece it would be to show no only their kingdom, but all the others that she was proudly bound to King Metas of Lycania.

"Are you certain? I am sure you know my passion can flare into uncertain outcomes." He had to make sure she truly wasn't just spouting something to pull at his tail - because if the offer was valid....

"I am certain. I think you'll know when to stop. I trust you," she reassured him with rising thumps in her chest. Unable to bare it anymore, she began to kiss him with fervor, and in turn he laid her down upon a soft pallet of fragrant grass and flowers. The gesture made her spine tingle and send a chill up to her shoulders.

"Metas, this is really romantic..." she breathed out in awe once her nostrils filled entirely with the scent of nature, musk, and Metas.

"You'll have to thank Ajax - and Lara, and everyone. They helped me pull this off," he revealed both to be honest, and also to show her how loved she was by all who followed them.

"I will have to..." she trailed off and looked up into his orbs of gold that she swore glowed like the sun. "Take my clothes off, Metas. Ravage me slowly, but don't tease me too long, please" the newly made wife begged with nectar practically dripping from each plea.

He didn't need words to reply to her request. His fingers did all the talking for him as he carefully lifted her loose shirt over her head and looked to the cloth she had wrapped around her breasts. The humans used to have something else for females to wear, but they seemed like torture devices rather than helpful, so their kind came up with a better alternative - magical wraps.

Magical wraps that even though had no hooks, and no straps were still somehow so goddess damned hard to take off without it being an issue. He fumbled with trying to stretch the fabric away from the treasures he so coveted, and in an effort to not ruin her good undergarments, she ended up removing the barrier for him.

Her body was miraculous - even with the scars -no- especially with the scars. Her breasts were large, and fell naturally in place for his eyes to roam across freely. Her soft skin was addictive to the touch, and as soon as the warmth of her flesh entered his hand for him to begin his first intimate moment with his wife - desire grew between his legs faster than he had wanted it too.

His plan was to go for the long-run for teasing her, but if his manhood had anything to do with it, he wouldn't be able to hold off for long.

Myranda wasn't the only one who had gone 'hungry' the other night after all.

Metas couldn't help but grunt in a little bit of pain as her scent tested his willpower and measure in being more of a gentle beast than a wild one as he pulled her beautiful form towards his lips and gave her nipple a tender lick followed by a nip.

When she moaned and arched her body in towards his, his fingernails sank into her skin possessively and adjusted her position below him until he felt as though he could take the rest of her clothes off with prowess.

Finally, she was going to be his entirely.

"Metas!" Myranda screamed in terror instead of the desire he was anticipating, and when he looked to her face with a confused expression, he could see her looking to something looming behind him. Some shadow that was large, had wide and vast wings and was coming towards him with a great speed.

He ignored his first instinct which was to look at whatever was coming, and instead he turned his attention to his wife, and pushed his body towards her in protection as whatever creature was descending upon him breathed hot air against his exposed back.

"Metas - dragon - there is a fucking dragon!" Myranda shrieked and tried to scramble from underneath him as if she were somehow going to be able to protect him from the black and red wyvern that was looming over the pair with bright violet eyes that seethed in anger.

To her knowledge, all the dragons were dead, or had left the presence of earth. How was there one right above her, and why in the name of the Moon Goddess was it deciding to interrupt her RIGHT NOW OF ALL THE TIMES!?

If she lived through this, she was going to either kill the creature who dared interrupt such a coveted and prepared for moment, or never forgive him for the rest of her days. The anger inside of her went far beyond anything else she had ever experienced, and little did the regal wyvern know it- but he had just made an enemy for life.

There would be no forgiveness for Vincent, not now - not ever.