Destined To A Rejected One
Chapter 23

IS YOUR PARTNER’S BED ALSO YOURS?

-It was the right decision-Mari whispers to herself, convincing herself that she did the right thing, heading to her room. .

It’s been two hours since she finished dinner. Sasha’s smell was very burning bothering everyone’s noses, Mari helped her shower properly. The few times the girl cleaned herself in her old home, it was just a damp cloth in the privacy between her legs and armpits. Teeth? She only brushed once, which was the day she ran away from her. But Mari gave him a brush to use.

The second floor of the base only has two bathrooms, one is inside Mari’s room and the other is at the last door in the hallway, the first to bathe was Margaret, Mari decided that she would bathe together with Sasha in the bathroom in the hallway. and Occisor was the last in line.

That afternoon was the first time he had washed the young woman’s black hair and she smelled good, untangled and creamy. Her nails were brushed, leaving no dirt in the corners. Mari gave him several pieces of clothing, promising that at some point she would get him more.

Sasha felt like she was in a dream, where they treated her well, took care of her and saw her as someone and not as an object. The only person who treated her like that was Guila. How she wished that Guila could also enjoy that joy… The life of a luna cimex is not easy.

The day she was punished for the first time by her father and Brunno took her to Guila to heal her wounds, she discovered that the moon herself was not sick, but rather bruised from having been forced to sleep with another werewolf who went to spend the night at the castle of the genuine and was enchanted by the beauty of the experienced wolf. Sasha still remembers every purple mark on her beloved Guila’s face, the broken teeth that Brunno had to pull out one by one so her body could produce new ones. The body of a cimex luna has a very weak healing process, and if not given enough time, the body dies as if it were a normal human.

But his mind soon goes from a wonderful dream to a grim reality as he hears the words coming out of Mari’s mouth: “Your partner’s bed is yours too,” and now, she was in his room, while he was in the bathroom bathing.

“I hope he doesn’t kill me for lying in his bed…” he thinks and after several minutes of just looking at her bed he lies down on it. The bed here is different from the one in the castle, the one here is soft and your body sinks into a kind of foam when you lie down, there in the castle it was bear skins on straw. Here it is fabric. It is even more comfortable than the makeshift bed that the lady prepared for her on her first night of freedom.

Their eyes are heavy, and without the strength to stop them they close and surrender to the darkness of rest. The second night you do not have to change to protect yourself from the cold.

A few minutes after Sasha falls into a deep sleep, the door to the room is opened by Occisor, who only has a towel around her waist and another one that is cleaning her hair. He closes the door behind him and walks straight past the bed to put away the towels. When he finally approaches the bed and in his field of vision he replaces several black medeichas scattered across the rafters, his b***d boils.

Damn! Why are you here? -She pokes Sasha’s leg with her foot. In response she just sighs and turns her back on him.

“I’m sure it was Mari who sent her here” – she rolls her eyes, without much to do she walks towards the empty part of the bed and lies down. She can’t resist and looks at her face, which sleeps so peacefully. “She looks more suited to this face of calm and serenity than that one of crying and fear, she can even be pretty like that”-she thinks, but she soon runs her hands through her hair to get rid of that thought. “It’s not about replaceing her pretty, it’s about replaceing a way to get rid of her!” -She closes her eyes and turns her back on him. And in a few seconds, Occisor also surrenders to the darkness.

The day dawns as gray as ever, but something is different. Occisor feels something heavy in his chest, a hot breath reaching his stomach. His palm is filled with soft, round flesh, and there is a leg tangled with hers.

“That’s not what I’m thinking”-he speaks to himself without opening his eyes.

He sinks his fingers, feeling better the mound of soft, round flesh, sighs: “I’m sure it’s his a*s that’s in my hand” – I conclude and open my eyes looking at the tight ceiling for a few seconds. He lifts his head a little and sees the hair spread all over his chest. He moves to try to get her off of her, but all she does is tighten her arms around her waist.

Hey, wake up – he pokes her shoulders, receiving incoherent grunts in response – Come on girl, it’s dawn, I have more important things to do – he speaks louder and pokes the young woman’s shoulders harder.

Little by little she opens her eyes, it doesn’t take long for them to get used to the low light. Without understanding what is under her, she feels the warm and manly body, lowering her hand lower and lower, but when she reaches a totally strange part she presses hard on a soft piece of flesh, drawing a painful grunt from the man who is under her and He gets scared and quickly gets out of bed.

Her eyes open wide and she can’t take them away from the sight of the completely naked man in bed caressing her intimacy to relieve the pain. Her entire face burns with it, she is dressed in a white lace nightgown that leaves the peaks of her breasts clearly visible and this does not go unnoticed in Occisor’s eyes.

What’s all this fuss about? You’ve never seen a hot man, right? – Occisor mocks, sitting on the bed and rubbing his face.

“I… that’s almost nothing, I’ve seen better things,” Sasha lies, trying to hide her shame, she has never seen one of hers, but she doesn’t want to agree with the arrogance of her partner.

“She didn’t say that” – with his gaze fixed on the girl, Occisor gets out of bed and his p***s tilts, not out of excitement, however, this is how his friend wakes up in the morning. He wants to go pee, but he’s not going to let what she said go unnoticed.

With firm steps he approaches her and takes her by the shoulders, forcing her to turn on her heels, he makes her walk backwards to the edge of the bed and then he forces himself to lie down on her, fitting one leg between hers, he holds her hands. the young woman’s wrists next to her head, leaving her completely at his mercy.

With firm steps he approaches her and takes her by the shoulders, forcing her to turn on her heels, he makes her walk backwards to the edge of the bed and then he forces himself to lie down on her, fitting one leg between hers, he holds her hands. the young woman’s wrists next to her head, leaving her completely at his mercy.

Sasha’s entire body stiffens, a naked man was on top of her. No male had ever gotten so close to her. Her whole face was burning. What was he going to do her? Will this be the time to consummate the union? Will it hurt? Will it fit inside me? Will we have a puppy? -are the questions that swirl in her mind as she closes her eyes in an attempt to hide her embarrassment and her arousal. It’s the first time she feels this, emotion.

Occisor inhales her aroma, the smell that she exuded before burned his nostrils, but now, he is smelling like Galician rose and the aroma that her feminine s*x exuded made him uncontrollable. A delicious smell. The smell makes Occisor close his eyes and move even closer to the already young neck beneath him.

I don’t make you scream my name, because your body doesn’t attract me. Skinny.

She lets go of his wrists and gets off the bed, walks to her basket and grabs her clothes, getting dressed as quickly as possible, she couldn’t keep smelling the smell that was emanating from the female’s body, it would make her hormones. They will wake up. She then quickly leaves her room leaving her alone.

Sasha feels her eyes burning and tears fall hotly down the sides of her face. Her body has been rejected. He doesn’t want her, so why is she there?

“I have nowhere else to go, so I better be on my best behavior” – he swallows his tears and gets out of bed. She goes to the basket Mari gave her and grabs a dress. She ties her hair and leaves the room.

In the living room he replaces the three of them sitting on the couch and a human handing some papers to Mari.

“Well… Day,” he says timidly.

The human does not answer anything, he simply ignores his presence, and as soon as Mari takes the papers he leaves the private area. Mari is the only one who returns the young woman’s length.

Margareth, we will have to travel. Occisor, he takes good care of her. Do you understand?

Don’t you have a task for me? she-she didn’t like the idea of ​​having to babysit.

No, this time it’s just Margaret and I – he lies, there is a task for him. But he wants her to get along with his partner.

Oh shit!

Mari approaches Sasha and k****s her forehead.

Don’t let me intimidate you, okay?

Sasha confirms with her head.

-May the goddess protect you.

Margareth rolls her eyes.

-Your goddess is only responsible for your race, she does not mix us -Margareth leaves the room heading to her room.

-Don’t pay attention to what she said, may the goddess protect you too, dear.

Sasha smiles in response and Mari also heads to her room.

The young woman goes to the safa and sits down, Occisor sighs and leaves the room.

“I hope it doesn’t take long to come back” – he sighs and lies down on the small sofa with wooden arms.