Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 23 Intense Punishment

Ellie's POV:

As I apologized, I struggled in pain to break free from Aelros' restraints; he had inflicted so much harm on me that I feared he might have broken my wrist bones.

"I came to replace you because of something important, not to intentionally catch you bathing!" Tears instantly filled my eyes as I prayed for his mercy. "I'm really sorry!"

Aelros said, "Ellie, you never listen to me. I need to give you some punishment."

After being thrown into the room, I fell onto the soft carpet.

The room was decorated in dark gray, and the dim lighting made me feel unsafe.

To prevent any further struggles, Aelros took out a rope and tied my hands behind my back. He then secured my ankles with another rope, making sure I couldn't escape or harm myself.

Feeling utterly helpless, I panicked. Tears streamed down my face as I cried and begged for Aelros' forgiveness, unsure of the punishment that awaited me. "Please, spare me this time. I promise I won't run around again!" Aelros completely ignored my pleas, grabbing my hair and lifting my face.

"Please..." Before I could finish, Aelros squeezed my neck.

Aelros shouted, "Shut up, bitch."

The suffocating sensation made me struggle uncontrollably, a dizzy feeling in my head. My fear grew as I wondered what Aelros would do to me.

Soon, Aelros answered my inner doubts. "Aren't you craving a man to fuck you? Bitch, I'll make sure you're satisfied this time."

Aelros grabbed my legs, forcefully spreading them apart, exposing my tense pussy to him.

Pressing my legs on either side, my waist instinctively arched, almost offering my pussy to him.

Aelros' hot breath sprayed on my pussy, chuckling teasingly, "Can't wait?"

I shook my head, denying Aelros' assumption.

"It doesn't matter even if you don't admit it, slut. You're always so dishonest; I'll make you honest." Aelros' large hand slapped my inner thigh, the sensitive skin reddening instantly. He commanded, "Look at me, Ellie."

I could only watch as Aelros slowly inserted his fingers into my pussy. The movements, both in and out, were visible to me, and the intense visual impact and pleasure left me unable to control my moans."You moan so shamelessly. Truly a fucking bitch." As his fingers explored and stimulated my G-spot, I couldn't help but shiver when he touched the right spot, feeling a wave of pleasure. Then I saw him smile. "There it is, the switch that makes you lewd."

Aelros repeatedly stroked and teased my G-spot, causing me to tremble uncontrollably.

As the pleasure built up, just as I was about to cum, Aelros suddenly stopped.

The emotional drop from the brink of climax made me unhappy. I wanted to use my hands but realized they were bound and immobile.

I writhed my hips, trying to stimulate myself. "Please! Fuck me. Move a bit..."

I was close to tears and used my pussy to hit Aelros' fingers, attempting to reach climax.

"You're too eager." Aelros chuckled at my anxious state, slowly moving his fingers. "Be patient. I'll make you happy, slut. As long as you admit you're a bitch, I'll make you cum."

It was so humiliating; I shook my head in refusal.

Aelros was unperturbed. He stopped his fingers' movements and rested them inside my vagina.

The fluid from my vagina continued to flow down his fingers onto the carpet.

Aelros extended his wet fingers in front of me and teased, "Still not admitting you're a slut? Your juices are almost soaking my fingers white."

"I was wrong, Aelros. Let me cum." I cried, pleading with Aelros.

My eyes were red with tears, looking at him pitifully.

"Please, Aelros," I bit my lip in shame, finally admitting, "I want your cock! Stop teasing me."

Aelros teased, "You look so pitiful; I have to agree."

Aelros forcefully thrust his already erect and reddened cock into my lubricated pussy, the smoothness allowing him to move freely without needing additional lubrication. The feeling of being filled finally made me relax, and my pent-up desires were finally satisfied.

The itchiness in my vagina was relieved by the thrusts of his thick cock.

As Aelros pinched my clit, I writhed on the carpet like a dehydrated fish.

I screamed, tears streaming down my face like pearls.

"Enjoying it, bitch?" Aelros joked.

As I neared climax, Aelros choked me, helping me reach the peak of desire.

The climax made my body convulse uncontrollably, wetting a large area of the carpet.

I even saw a white light of heaven before me as Aelros ejaculated deep inside me.

As his semen washed over my vaginal walls, I felt my strength rapidly recovering and increasing.

My body grew stronger quickly, and my hearing and sense of smell became sharper.

After the climax, I tentatively asked Aelros, "Did you feel something different during sex?"

Seeing Aelros' unsurprised expression, I realized I wasn't the only one feeling that way. Aelros felt the same.

We both became more powerful after sex, and I was edging closer to becoming a werewolf.

Then, a thought struck me I decided to stay by Aelros's side until I could complete the transformation. Although it was selfish, it was the first time I had truly considered my own needs.

"You said you came to me for something?" Aelros' voice brought me back to reality.

Only then did I remember my initial purpose in seeking Aelros.

I nodded. "I need to go out to buy some daily necessities. Can I go out for a while? I'll be back soon."

Aelros agreed.

In truth, I had lied to Aelros. I didn't actually need to go out to buy daily necessities Aelros had already prepared everything I needed. But deceiving him was the only way I could convince him to let me leave and go to the college to replace Weslin.

I vividly remembered Weslin's schedule, and today was the day of his class. Before leaving, I texted him to let him know that I was going to replace him. I wanted him to assess in person whether I was on the verge of becoming a werewolf. Communicating through messages made me too anxious; I really needed Weslin to assess me in person and comfort me.

I was too ignorant about being a werewolf and relied solely on Weslin.

Normally, children about to become werewolves would wait quietly for the transformation day under their parents' care. But my foster parents wouldn't care for me, so I had to take care of myself. Luckily, Weslin cared for me.

I was grateful to him.

I needed Weslin to tell me what to do in the future.

I needed to make a decision and prepare at the altar before the transformation day. Only there could I receive the Moon Goddess' blessing.

...

As I avoided the gazes of those who had bullied me and stealthily entered the classroom, I was surprised to replace William waiting for me, not Weslin.

Watching this demon approach me step by step, I felt my blood run cold. I could sense the looming threat in the enclosed, deserted classroom.