Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 38 Terrifying Paul

Paul's POV:

I could feel Ellie trembling like crazy.

She was stunning.

Ellie was under me, like a fragile butterfly, totally under my control.

It felt incredible!

I lifted her from behind, my hand deep between her legs, leaving red marks on her skin.

Ellie cried out, "Paul, this is too much! I can't take it. I'm about to come."

Her eyes widened as I went deeper than ever, almost like I was piercing through her.

Her body went stiff for a second, then started shaking violently.

I knew she was close, so I picked up the pace.

As her juices soaked me, I let go too.

I laid her weak legs down. My stiff cock slowly pulled out, bringing a mix of fluids with it.

I straightened my dirty suit, looking just like usual.

But Ellie was completely naked, her smooth skin covered in marks and bruises, her legs limp on the bed, arms tied to the bedpost.

Her pussy, just used, opened and closed. She didn't even have the strength to close it completely, leaving a dark hole from which milky fluid flowed continuously, her once pink clit now a deep red. Exhausted, her head tilted to the side, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Looking at Ellie sleeping on my bed, covered in my marks, I felt warm inside.

Ellie was mine.

No one could take her from me. I'd give my life for her.

I gently tucked her sweaty hair behind her ear.

"Ellie, see you tomorrow," I said.

I kissed her forehead softly, like she was a treasure, then headed to the bathroom.

I needed to wash off the sweat.

For me, it was a perfect night.

Ellie's POV:

I smelled the aromatherapy in the air, and even the furniture was infused with a potion that put werewolves into heat. I didn't have a wolf, so it didn't affect me much, but Paul was a different story.

The stronger the werewolf, the more intense the effect.

I could see it in Paul's eyes when he got close, his gaze shifting from gentle to fiercely intense. Desire burned in his eyes.

It seemed like my foster parents were worried they couldn't give away this gift, and I might ruin their plans, so they prepared for both.

Paul looked terrifying, more serious and imposing than I'd ever seen.

He seemed like a different person, someone unfamiliar and scary.

I wanted to explain, but he didn't give me a chance and tied me up tightly on the floor.

When I tried to struggle, Paul slapped my buttocks over and over, quickly turning them red.

It was humiliating. Usually, only parents spank their kids for misbehaving.

To make him stop, I had to submit.

It was embarrassing, and my cheeks burned.

Paul grabbed his belt and gently slid it over my body, teasing me. When I couldn't stop trembling, he suddenly whipped me and insulted me with shameful words, "Slut, your body is more honest than your words. You're truly lewd. Bitch, did you enjoy being screwed? Aelros can't satisfy you, can he? Now, your pussy is full of fluid! Has Aelros ever seen you like this?"

I wanted to endure it silently, but his words made me uncomfortable. I suddenly raised my head and struggled.

Paul's insults made me feel ashamed, as if Aelros was really watching me.

"Paul, please stop," I pleaded.

I didn't want to accept the reality of being screwed by Paul, but my body shamefully reacted, my pussy continuously producing fluid, making a shy sound at the point where we were joined.

Paul's cock thrusted rapidly inside me, uncontrollable moans escaping my mouth.

"Bitch, enjoying it?" Paul tugged my hair, forcing me to look up. "Feel it. Now you're being screwed by me, not Aelros."

"Your master should be me, not Aelros." Paul kissed my earlobe, squeezing my neck forcefully with his fingers, tightening them. "I want you to forget about other men forever. You belong only to me. If you still think about others, I'll strip you naked, fill your pussy, ass, and mouth with fake cocks, and throw you outside."

Hearing Paul's threats, I couldn't stop shaking. I knew he wasn't kidding.

"Please, Paul, don't do this. I won't mention Aelros or any other guy again," I begged.

Paul replied, "Be good. Don't make me angry."

He turned back into that gentle, gentlemanly guy, wiping away my tears with his fingers and removing the ball gag from my mouth.

My mouth was numb from being open so long, I couldn't even close it, drool just dripping out.

Paul warned, "Otherwise, I'll turn you into my own sex slave."

He didn't even bother taking off his clothes, just unzipped his pants.

I turned my head and saw his large red and black cock, a drop of fluid oozing from the tip, looking incredibly sexy.

Paul turned my body to face him, grabbing my ankles with both hands, pressing down on my limbs.

My legs were pushed towards the head of the bed, ankles pressed to my ears, lifting my butt high, exposing my vagina to the air.

"Paul, please spare me. Don't do this!" My hands were pinned under my knees by Paul, I couldn't even touch him. I could only shake my head weakly, crying and begging for mercy.

I was forced to accept his brutality, and I'd never felt anything like it.

I never expected Paul, consumed by desire, to become so different, so terrifying, constantly testing my limits.

He was no longer the gentleman I remembered, but a terrifying beast.

I couldn't look into Paul's eyes, his words commanding me to obey without question.

I was especially afraid of him.

Unlike William, who bullied me, Paul didn't make me fear him through pain. It was his authority that terrified me.

Paul only needed to give me a look, and I'd be breathless under the pressure he exerted. I dared not defy him. This mentality forced me to submit to Paul's cock.

Paul was completely different from the gentleman I knew. He became terrifying and indifferent, so rational.

Paul easily controlled my body and mind. He seemed to know me well, comforting me softly when I couldn't hold on, but sternly reprimanding me when I begged for mercy or tried to be lazy.

I felt like my body and mind were completely controlled by Paul. It was terrifying.

My desires kept building up, but without Paul's command, I couldn't reach the peak.

Even though I subtly followed Paul's movements, skillfully hitting my G-spot with his cock, I still couldn't climax.

The feeling of being suspended in mid-air and unable to make any progress was particularly heart-wrenching, and I even reached out to touch my clit.

"Bad girl." Paul quickly noticed and slapped away my hand.

I shouted, "Paul, please! I want to come."

My mind was a mess, completely losing rationality, with only one thought: submit to Paul, and he'd lead me to the climax.

"Do you want to orgasm?" Paul replaced my hand, gently rubbing my swollen clit.

The pleasurable sensation made me gasp uncontrollably, Paul's touch seemed to have a magical power that surpassed my own.

It felt so good that I was about to climax soon. But I just missed it by a little.

"Beg me, and I'll make you come," Paul ordered.

I could only stare blankly, press my lips to Paul's, and whimper, "Please."

Paul chuckled softly, his chest vibrating deeply, "Ellie, you can come now."

In an instant, like a faucet being turned on, my desire easily reached its peak.

I climaxed just because of Paul's simple agreement.

My tense body relaxed, immense exhaustion engulfing me.

I looked at Paul, who was dressed appropriately, not even taking off his jacket, not a hair out of place from the gel. As he tucked his cock back into his pants and zipped up, I even thought Paul was about to be the main character at a banquet. In contrast, I, with no clothes on, felt like a slut.

The difference in our attire made me feel inferior, and after climaxing, I couldn't even look into his eyes.

My head got heavier and heavier, and I couldn't control it and fell asleep.