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But it wasn't painful, not really. It was intense, overwhelming, but in the best possible way. And as he began to move, thrusting into me with deep, steady strokes, I found myself drowning in sensation, lost in the feel of him moving inside me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So perfect around my cock."

I could only moan in response, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I clung to him. Each thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me, winding the coil of pleasure tighter and tighter inside my core.

He angled his hips, hitting that special spot deep within me that made me see stars. I screamed, my back bowing off the bed as ecstasy crashed over me like a tsunami.

"You've done well so far," Fendwyr growled, his rhythm growing faster, harder. "Let me feel you come apart on my cock. I want to watch you fall apart for me again."

And I did, my body shaking and shuddering as I tumbled over the edge once more, my release crashing through me with the force of a hurricane. Fendwyr followed me a moment later, his hips slamming into mine as he spilled himself deep inside me, flooding my channel with his hot seed.

We clung to each other as we rode out the aftershocks, our bodies trembling and twitching in the aftermath of our climax. I could feel him pulsing inside me, the sensation prolonging my pleasure even as it slowly began to ebb.

Eventually, he slipped free from my body, his softening cock sliding out of me with a wet sound. I whimpered at the loss, my body feeling empty and aching already.

Fendwyr gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he stroked my hair. "Shh, I've got you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You did so well, baby. You took me so perfectly."

I smiled weakly, snuggling into his embrace. I still couldn’t believe we had gone from being strangers to… this, whatever it was.

I was utterly spent, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. But even as I drifted in the haze of post-coital bliss, I knew one thing for certain.

I was his now, irrevocably and completely. And I had never felt so safe, so cherished, as I did in this moment, wrapped in the strong arms of my alpha.

Chapter 10

Fendwyr

I woke with a start, my heart pounding in my chest as I found myself in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by strangers in an unfamiliar room. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of expensive cigars and perfume hanging heavy around me. I blinked, trying to make sense of my surroundings, but everything was hazy, distorted, like a reflection seen through rippling water. What was going on here? I asked myself.

The room was dimly lit, filled with shadows that danced and flickered as candlelight cast its glow upon them. I could make out the shapes of people moving about, their faces obscured by the gloom. I heard muffled conversations, laughter, and the clinking of glassware - a party, perhaps? It was possible, but I couldn't know for sure. Not without checking it out in person.

I pushed myself upright, my body protesting at the sudden movement. My head spun, and I had to grip the edge of the mattress to steady myself. What had happened? How did I get here? I didn't know. And perhaps the most striking thing about this was that I was aware there was something odd about it.

As my vision cleared, I took in the opulent decor of the room. The four-poster bed I lay in was draped in rich velvet curtains, the sheets beneath me soft and silken. The walls were papered in an intricate pattern, and the floor was covered in plush rugs. This was no ordinary place; it was a palace, a mansion... But whose? The question remained in my mind, and I didn't know if I would get the answer anytime soon.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet sinking into the luxurious carpet. I stood, wavering slightly before gaining my balance. I was dressed in clothes that didn't belong to me - a waistcoat, a cravat, and breeches, all made of fine materials that felt foreign against my skin. I looked down at myself, running a hand along the front of the waistcoat, tracing the embroidered patterns.

What was going on? Where was I? And why couldn't I remember anything?

A noise caught my attention - footsteps approaching the door. I turned just as it opened, revealing a young woman carrying a tray laden with food and drink. She paused when she saw me, her eyes widening in surprise. And her shock was understandable.

"Sir,"she said, curtseying."You're awake. I'll inform Master that you've risen."

Before I could ask who 'Master' was, she hurried off, leaving me alone once more. I sighed, rubbing my temples as I tried to force my mind to work, to remember something, anything...

All of a sudden, a loud commotion erupted outside the room. Voices raised, glasses shattered, and I could hear the distinct sound of flesh hitting flesh. A fight, perhaps? Intrigued, I moved towards the door, throwing it open to reveal chaos unfolding in the hallway beyond.

People were shouting, pushing, shoving one another as they tried to escape the fray. In the middle of it all, I saw him—ablond-haired man with green eyes, struggling to keep his footing amidst the pandemonium. He was slight, almost delicate, and yet there was a fierce determination in his gaze as he fought to maintain his ground. He was biting off more than he could chew, yet his determination never wavered.

Without thinking, I stepped forward, grabbing hold of his arm and pulling him away from the crowd. His eyes widened in shock, but he didn't struggle against my hold.

It was as though he had kind of expected it.

Instead, he allowed himself to be led to safety, his gaze locked onto mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"What's your name?"I asked, releasing my grip on his arm only after we'd put some distance between ourselves and the brawl. And I would surely ask him about the fight.

He hesitated for a moment before answering,"Gustall. And yours?"

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