Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 59 The Calm Before the Storm

Ellie's POV:

Paul was way too strong. I couldn't fight back, just had to watch as he spread the fluids from my vagina onto the butt plug.

Then he placed it against my anus, rubbing it around before pushing it in, giving me no chance to refuse.

It felt weird, making me tense up, but Paul slapped my butt and said, "Relax. I won't hurt you."

Knowing it was my first time with a butt plug, Paul tried to calm me down, "It's okay, baby. You got this."

He kept massaging my breasts and touching my clit, trying to help me relax.

As I let my guard down a bit, Paul gripped the butt plug and pushed it in, leaving just a soft tail outside.

"Like a little bunny, so cute," Paul said.

"Paul, you're just bullying me!" I cried, turning to accuse him, but then I saw his cock getting hard again, moving towards my pussy.

I screamed and shook my head, "No! Paul! I can't take it anymore! Please stop!"

I knew what he wanted, but I couldn't handle it!

"It's okay, baby. You can do it," Paul coaxed, rubbing my labia with his hard cock.

I gasped, knowing what was coming.

But I couldn't refuse. I couldn't resist Paul at all.

As he filled my vagina, I felt like my body wasn't mine anymore, trembling all over.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Paul asked, nibbling on my collarbone.

But I was too far gone to answer.

My eyes rolled back as I endured the climax Paul brought.

And this was just the start.

Paul began moving, playing with the butt plug in my anus, thrusting rapidly into my vagina.

I felt like a broken toy, unable to moan or gasp, just forced to endure the overwhelming sensation.

"So good!" Paul said.

He put his fingers in my mouth, stirring them around, using his index and middle fingers to pull out my tongue.

"Ellie, you're so naughty. This side of you is just for me; it's mine alone." Paul kissed me, his tongue entwining with mine.

My brain was blank from the repeated climaxes, and I could only passively endure Paul's actions, unable to react.

My body responded in the most primal way, shaking violently, and I couldn't control my moans.

I felt broken.

The rough and intense sex that night made me think I might die. I knew Paul wanted to leave a mark on me. Suddenly, two drops of liquid fell on my cheek, and it took me a moment to realize.

They were Paul's tears.

He was crying.

Paul's eyes were red, like he was in immense pain, with tears on his long eyelashes.

It was the first time I had seen Paul cry.

I opened my mouth, but my voice was hoarse, my throat swollen from moaning all night.

I couldn't speak, feeling sorry for him inside.

I couldn't even lift a finger to wipe away Paul's tears; I was just too exhausted, completely drained.

'Don't cry, Paul,' I thought to myself.

Paul paused, looking at me like he was trying to figure something out.

Then he hugged me, silent and still.

But I was too tired, and I passed out.

Even as I lost consciousness, Paul's cock stayed buried inside me.

The next day, I was sore all over from last night. I didn't dare move my lower body; everything hurt my vagina, labia, and clit.

I even wondered if they were swollen from Paul's rough play.

Maybe Paul had been spoiling me too much lately, and it had given me the guts to actually turn him down.

I sat in his arms, picking at my food, but he wasn't mad. He was gentle, asking me questions.

Paul was back to his usual self.

"Is the food okay?" Paul asked, placing the food on the table and wiping my lips with a napkin. "What do you want to eat? I can make it for you."

I turned my head away, not looking at him. "I don't want to eat."

"Not eating isn't healthy," Paul frowned, clearly not happy with my decision. "You were too tired last night, so you need to get your strength back."

"I want to leave here, Paul," I said.

This time, Paul didn't refuse me or say anything. He just lowered his head and stirred the porridge in the bowl, silent.

I thought he was figuring out how to reject my idea again, so I explained, "I'm about to get my own wolf, so I need to go to the altar for the transformation day. I can't stay in this secret cabin forever. Paul..." Before I could finish, there was a loud noise behind me, and the whole house shook.

The sudden commotion startled me, but Paul reacted quickly, shielding me in his arms, watching the kicked-open door.

There was no surprise in Paul's eyes, like he had expected this.

He even patted my back, holding me close and soothing me, "Don't be afraid, Ellie. I'll protect you."

I believed in Paul and his abilities.

"I trust you, Paul," I said, "I'm not afraid."

Outside the window, we were surrounded by werewolves, some faces I didn't recognize.

They encircled our place, leaving no way out, exuding a sense of menace.

I didn't know what was happening. Even with Paul's protection, my whole body was trembling.

Maybe they were Paul's enemies, or maybe they were after me.

Whoever they were, they were full of malice.

These were all adult, strong werewolves, and if they wanted to kill us, it would be easy.

It was the first time I felt the threat of survival.

If it was just Paul, maybe he could escape.

But with me, a useless burden, I'd only slow him down.

I thought, 'Who are they? What do they want?'

My mind was a mess.

I clenched my fists, held my breath, and watched a tall figure walk in against the light from the doorway.

Paul wrapped his hand around my clenched fist and nudged my head with his chin. "Don't worry. I've got your back."