Run towards the moon

Chapter 3

"Ah... I'm bored". 

Sion turned his head and looked away for a secund. Still lying on his bed, he let his mind leave his body and wander into the night sky. He enjoyed the imaginery wind brushing through his hair as he flew above the forest surounding the palace, and the feeling of freedom he got from it. 

"Ahhh, Sion, it feels so good !"

And just like that, he was brought back to the suffocating reality. Into this luxurious room, surrounded by opulent furniture and gorgeous women, Sion felt trapped. Trapped by the responsibilities and excpectations bestowed upon him due to his royal birth. Trapped by his own body and urges. 

"Sion ! Ah, I'm cumming", the she-wolf moaned has she kept grinding herself on his manhood. 

Sion couldn't remember her name. Neither did he know anything about all the other naked girls in his room. Some were lying down, panting and barely conscious. Other were touching themselves, earnestly waiting their turn as they looked at him with lustful eyes. 

"I'm getting tired of this", Sion thought as the girl reached her climax. She bent her back and looked at the ceiling as she bit her red lip. She soon collapsed and fell on his torso, trembling, her breath ragged. Sion stayed unfazed. He looked at her with dead eyes, and ordered her. 

"Get off".

The girl flinched when she heard his commanding tone. She weakly carried herself and reluctantly took his erect member out of her. She was disappointed she couldn't collect his seed, but she knew better than to disobey him. After all, the first prince had a reputation. He was known for his ruthless behavior and for his brute force. A rumor circulated inside the Royal clan. It said the first prince once mutilated the girls he spent the night with. But then again, there wasn't any proof.

Nonetheless, even if it was the case, there was no female who would ever refuse him. It was a man who had it all : wealth, beauty, strength, power. Becoming his mate, or even just carrying his child, would raise a female status to an all time high.

Sion was still lying on his bed, feeling more dead than alive. He looked at his painful erection, than at the remaining girls. One of them was trembling and masturbating herself violently, her eyes dazed. She looked like she was in a trance, drowned in his masculine scent and in his pheromones. It happened sometimes, when werewolfs were too excited and frustrated, they temporarily lost control... and their reason. Sion looked at her with disgust. 

"Another one snapped. God, I hate when they look at me that way."

He told her to get out of his sight and called on a skinny girl with brown hair and brown eyes.

"That will do", he thought.

The girl's face enlightened as she hurriedly jumped on the velvet bed and climbed on top of him, kissing him and passing her hand through his long grey hair. Sion grabbed her ponytail and yanked her off him. She yelped and teared up at the violent act but went quiet like a mouse when she saw his eyes. They were a glistening, sharp yellow and seemed to reflect nothing but rage. The girl wasn't turned on anymore, she was scared. 

"Start milking me or get out !", he shouted. All the girls fell silent and froze, their instinct telling them something dangerous was gonna happen. 

The skinny brown-haired girl was shaken up, but she started sucking him anyway. 

"This isn't how tonight was supposed to be ! All the other girls said Sion was a sex god, different from all the other inexperienced quick-shots we have in the clan. He is soft, they said. Having sex with him gives you such a powerful feeling of bliss, they said. You need to try him at least once before being mated, they said. But what is this ? He is so scary ! I wanna go home !"