As the moon reached its peak in the sky, its silvery light bathed the Peak Cave in a soft glow. The air shimmered with magic, thick with the promise of destiny fulfilled. Alvin and Seraphina stood together in the centre of the sacred space, their hands intertwined, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on them.
The connection between them pulsed with life, the bond growing stronger with each passing second. Seraphina's heart raced, her breath coming in shallow waves. She was nervous—how could she not be? But there was something more, something primal, coursing through her veins. Her body felt alive, thrumming with an energy she had never known before.
Alvin's breath hitched as his gaze fell upon Seraphina's bare form, bathed in the soft, silvery glow of the moonlight. Her skin seemed to glow under the lunar light, smooth and unblemished, as though the stars themselves had crafted her. He felt an overwhelming surge of emotion, a mix of desire, reverence, and awe.
His heart raced as he took in every curve of her body, from the delicate slope of her shoulders to the soft curve of her waist, down to the graceful lines of her legs. Her vulnerability and beauty stirred something primal inside him, a hunger that was impossible to ignore. But beyond the physical attraction, there was something more—an unshakable connection, a bond that had been woven into the fabric of the universe itself.
It wasn't just lust, though that was certainly present—it was the deep recognition of his destined mate, the woman who was meant to complete him. Her beauty was more than skin deep; it resonated in the depths of his soul. The sight of her, so open and trusting before him, ignited the protective and passionate instincts within him. She was naked in front of him.
Alvin's hand moved slowly, reverently, as if every inch of Seraphina's skin was sacred. His fingers brushed along her soft, warm flesh, causing shivers to ripple through her body. The sensation of her beneath his fingertips sent a spark through him, a mixture of tenderness and the undeniable desire that coursed through his veins.
He traced his fingers along her collarbone, down to her chest, his movements gentle but intentional. When his hand reached her breasts, Alvin hesitated for a moment, savouring the intimacy of the moment. His thumb grazed over her nipple, teasing it lightly, and he felt her body respond, her breath hitching as the sensation coursed through her.
A low growl of satisfaction rumbled in Alvin's chest as he continued to tease her, his touch alternating between gentle strokes and firmer, more playful squeezes. He couldn't get enough of the way her body responded to him—the way her breathing quickened, the way her skin seemed to grow more sensitive with every pass of his hand.
Seraphina's soft gasps and the way her body moved under his touch, heightened the anticipation of what was to come. Alvin, standing tall beside her, was unable to hold back any longer. The pull between them was too strong, the moon's light urging him forward. His golden eyes gleamed with a mixture of desire and reverence as he gazed at Seraphina. His wolfhood was huge wanting to get into her.
The moment had arrived, and every fibre of his being screamed for her."Seraphina..." Alvin's voice was low, filled with raw intensity. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, his touch sending sparks of electricity across her skin. "It's time." He pounced on her. In no time, spreading her legs apart.
Alvin's eyes locked with hers, filled with a deep, primal hunger. He could feel her nervousness as she looked up at him, her breath coming in short, quick gasps. Gently, he caressed her cheek, his thumb brushing against her soft skin as he leaned down to kiss her.
"It's just us, Seraphina," he whispered against her lips, his voice low and reassuring. "You're mine, and I'm yours. Let me take care of you."
She nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. The anticipation was overwhelming, a mixture of fear and excitement swirling inside her. She had never felt so vulnerable, yet so connected to him. As Alvin guided his wolfhood at her moist and sweet entrance., she tensed slightly, her body instinctively tightening.
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The Bride of the Lost Village
FantasíaIn a world where ancient bloodlines hold immense power, Alvin has spent his life preparing to take his rightful place as the leader of his pack. But there is one challenge he must overcome before he can ascend: the need to find his destined bride. A...
