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"Release. Give him release. Use your mouth, maybe, anything. I'm unmated, so I don't know how these things work but I've ridden that height of tension before so I know that any sort of release does wonders. Him taking a run is out of options here, obviously." He was still rooted on the spot, ignoring all the pains shooting from the bruises from several unidentifiable parts of his body.

"O-Okay. I—" Before she could say anything else, Wolfariane's demanding lips came down and swallowed hers whole.

"I need to get out of here before things get worse." He has to check on Nalaila too. He can still remember the rage of the wolf. "I am not far away. The cougar does not like you, so beware of his eyes going all green. Yell or scream if he attacks outrightly, Ismena, don't hesitate. Remember, he is not in his right mind."

With that, he walked behind them, putting one foot in front of the other quietly, until he was able to walk out, undetected by the unstable Alpha King.

As he walked towards Nalaila's dungeon-room, wobbling a bit on his feet at the bruises he'd acquired, he wondered if he did the right thing leaving that small woman with the Alpha King in the state he is in?

But there's no choice. It's either this or risking the Alpha King becoming a Wild One at this rate. Then, what will become of all of them?

Now, the question is... Will she do more good for him? Or will he do more harm to her?

CHAPTER 33. ISMENA'S BRAVENESS.

Ismena was barely aware of Alphose leaving. Wolfariane was kissing her again, his hand digging harder into her hips, this time around, drawing blood.

She winced into his mouth, her eyes watering. But she didn't fight him. Instead, she ran her hands around his back, down to his waist. Her breathing was harsh to her own ears.

His other hand went to her leg and lifted it to his waist, to settle in comfortably between her thighs. He thrust again, sharp and animalistic as the first time against her belly.

"Wolfar—"

His name was cut off from her lips as he sucked on her tongue. Making a sound of frustration, his back bowed and he thrust again. This time, he seem to have gotten his desired destination when his dickbumped her pussy.

She yelped at the forceful thrust.

He groaned in satisfaction, and slammed his hips to hers again, pressing her deeper into the wall. Once. Twice. Thrice.

"Oh God!" It hurts. It's like a big hard pole is weighted in front of her, searching for ways to pierce through her body, and with each dead end he bumps, he grunts in rising annoyance.

"Please, wait...!" She tries to pull away but his claw-hands only tightened on her waist and her leg.

He bumped her again. Snarled in anger. Reached for her panties and tore it with one jerky tug of his hand.

"N-No, waaaaait!" She almost broke her waist at the way she twisted her body away from his. Fear filled her system. Thick fear that is threatening to suffocate her. And it felt very familiar.

Why does it feel so familiar?

Every move she learnt in self-defense class came popping through her head but she did her best to ignore them, knowing that it'll do more harm than good in this case. Then, a thought popped through her head.

Distract him. Then, do a blowjob. Wait, can she give a blowjob to something of THAT size?

She'd only given blowjobs before to her first and only boyfriend, John but the relationship ended more than five years ago. Then, she'd married her job and the rest is history. John was most definitely not THIS size.

With shaky hands, she lifted his shirt and sucked his turgid male nipple into her mouth. He groaned, pausing. With his cock already positioned to her opening. His hands holding her waist and leg loosened.

Then, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and looked up at him.

Three-colored eyes met her wide brown eyes and he snarled, "No." An animalistic monosyllabic word torn from deep inside him.

"Please..." Ismena didn't give in to the fear tearing through her. Instead, her eyes held that scary wild multicolored orbs of his and began unbuckling his black pants.

Fear, adrenaline and nerves made her hands shake. His pants undone, his díck sprang free. Her eyes went wide.

What the...!" Her mouth snapped shut, her head whipped up to meet his again.

Of course, she's deducted that he's bigger than most men from all the time he'd pressed against her thighs when aroused. Even when she'd given him a hand, she'd come to that conclusion too. But, even those occasions did not prepare her from coming face-to-face with this part of him.

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