Evangeline
The suffocating embrace of the jungle’s foliage mirrored the tangled labyrinth of my thoughts as I trekked through it. My heart thrummed with a blend of anticipation and trepidation as I delved deeper into the shadows, knowing they’d offer some semblance of protection from the heat.
From my countless hours enduring the environment of the jungle, I’ve come to learn I can handle the heat better when I shed my pelted form. Regardless, I still suffered from the relentless attack of the bugs swarming and latching onto my skin.
The humid air clung to my skin, much like the reminiscence of Zara’s touch, and the distant rustling of leaves formed an eerie symphony that echoed my unease. My footfalls were a whispered promise to find the elusive figure I sought. Zara Nightshade, the pantheress Sergeant, who never seemed to be in a single place at once.
But one thing was always certain, her domain of shadows would be where to find her, and straight to it I went.
As I pressed on, the murkiness of the jungle deepened, my senses alert to every shifting shadow and sound.
Within the darkness, a flicker of movement caught my attention, stilling me.
And there she was, Zara, her form a sinuous silhouette against the dark tapestry of the jungle.
Her eyes, a hypnotic shade of amber simmered into their usual shade, a serpent green. They met mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine all the while forcing me to fight against the urge to get on my knees and worship her.
Zara’s features, a symphony of sharp angles and curves, were surrounded by an ethereal mist of effortless power that resonated with the pulse of the jungle itself. Her braided hair flowed like a river of obsidian cascading down her back. As the wind blew over her, it carried over the scent of exotic oils, an intoxicating blend I desired to wrap around myself.
“Evangeline,” her voice was a sultry murmur, a melody threaded with undertones of danger and allure. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be home? With your mother?”
“Zara,” I began, my voice steady despite the tempest of emotions swirling within me, “there’s something important. You of all people would know I wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t urgent.”
“Well, get on with it.” She lifted a single brow, crossing her arms.
“I was with the other girls, General Eesha’s wife and the Lieutenant’s mate.”
Zara cut me off with a chuckle, “What the hell were you doing with those two? They love to sniff out trouble. Although I can see how you three would get along.”
“That’s beside the point Zara. We uncovered something. The truth.” My words hung in the air like a solemn oath as I gazed into the depths of her eyes, “The truth to my sister’s death, and those that followed with her.”
Her gaze hardened, a subtle tension coiling in the air between us. “And what truth would that be?”
“There’s a traitor among us. I know this is going to sound insane but it makes sense. It’s the Lead Pounceguard, the beta has been plotting with a witch from the Gladsheim. Their plan is to have King Daitari assassinated. You know of my astral projection, it’s a tether to the spiritual realm. My sister was burdened with the truth and she could only move on after telling me. The witch is plotting to kill our king Zara. I have the evidence to prove it.”
With a dark chuckle, Zara seized my throat, silencing me and bidding me to witness her transformation. It started with her eyes as they shifted into fiery golden like a flame, then her sharp teeth as she licked them. Her warmth pressed into me, and I was forced to gasp for a false breath from parted lips.
“And why should I believe you, snow princess?” Her growl reverberated through me as she squeezed the base of my throat tighter.
Regardless of the pain searing my lungs and the fear nipping at my core, pleasure soared through like a forbidden cloud. It built inside me, pulsating my clit and clenching my pussy.
“From the beginning, all you’ve ever wanted was to prove yourself. You want the position of Lead Pounceguard. How am I to trust this isn’t a ploy of yours?”
I’m small, almost frail in her grip, and yet, I’ve never felt like I belonged like I do under her command.
When she releases me, I gasp for a breath, clutching at my throat as I stammer a step back.
“I’m not,” I began, but she was on me, her lips ensnaring my own.
“How many fucking times must I tell you?” she mutters between breaths. “Keep lies out of your mouth.”
“It’s the truth.” I gasp, kissing her as my head falls into a mindless haze. A cloud overtakes me, filling me with want. With need. With primal desire.
My heart pounds in my ears and the pulse between my thighs becomes unbearable. I can feel my pussy requires attention—her attention. And at this moment, I’m insatiable.
“Time and time again you have disobeyed orders,” she growls over the shell of my ear, taking it between her teeth. “But today, you’ll obey me. Is that clear?”
I swallowed thickly, my body humming.
Her fingers squeezed my hips when I remained silent.
“Yes,” I responded.
Zara’s eyes narrowed at my hesitation, and I knew she could see through my lies. I’m not one to give my will up so easily, but for her, in her presence, anything is possible. With a swift movement, she sank her fingers into my hair, grasped the strands tightly, and pulled my head back, exposing my neck unwillingly.
The sensation was new, and I could feel the threads of her possession over me in the way she handled my body.
“You have two choices,” she hissed in my ear. “Either you tell me everything you know about the traitor or you suffer the consequences.”
I shuddered at her words and felt a wave of fear wash over me. But something inside me stirred too—a dark desire that seemed to match Zara’s own.
“I’ll tell you everything,” I whispered, feeling both relief and excitement at the prospect of revealing groundbreaking truths that’ll lead to the kingdom’s salvation.
The only obstacle?
Convincing Zara.
What an idiot I’d been coming here alone with just my words, my mind as evidence. But fate destined this encounter, and I was determined to follow through with it.
Zara released her grip on my hair but kept one hand firmly on my throat as she leaned closer to me.
“Good girl,” she murmured before pressing her lips against mine.
Her grip tightened on my throat, and I could feel myself struggling for breath. With my lips parted, I gasped for a breath, and the breath I exhaled Zara consumed from me. My pulse thudded at my throat, causing a delicious pressure between my temples and a ringing in my ears. The inability to breathe was both alarming and arousing; it was a dark in-between.
Releasing her grip on my throat, Zara chucked menacingly. I gasped for air as my lungs screamed for oxygen, and her tongue dove into my mouth.
This time, there was no hesitation in our kiss, only raw passion as we explored each other’s mouths with abandon. It fueled a fire within me, one that spread across my skin. It was as though I could spill words with just my tongue stroking along hers, sharing secrets through the intimate embrace.
As we broke apart for air, Zara’s eyes glinted with amusement. I was left breathless.
“Now let’s see how well you obey me.”
My pussy clenched, bathing my thighs in arousal as I had crawled into Zara’s shadows without panties.
Zara’s eyes gleamed with amusement as she noticed my state of arousal. She took in a deep breath, a deep chuckle resonating from her chest. I knew then she could smell it on me, the primal need saturating the air around us.
“You’re already so aroused, snow princess” she purred, running her fingers through my hair. The sensations coursing through me made me shudder beneath the weight of her observation. “I think you’ve been wanting this for a long time.”
I couldn’t deny it. The thought of being taken by Zara once more had consumed me for weeks since our exchanges. But I didn’t know how to admit it to myself without risking delving into that forbidden primal aspect of myself.
“Zara,” I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper.
A mischievous spark danced in Zara’s eyes as she wore a wicked grin, her intent clear. With a playful yet determined force, she pressed me down onto the earth, the cool, damp soil clinging to my back like a second skin. Straddling me, she held both power and allure, like a tempestuous goddess claiming her earthly realm.
Her hands roamed over my body, a dance of tantalizing sensations that set my skin ablaze with anticipation. Every inch of my exposed flesh surrendered to her touch, a symphony of pleasure and desire. My breath, once steady, now arrived in short, staggered gasps, a testament to my futile struggle to match her relentless pace.
Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Zara pulled back and grinned down at me.
“Tell me, omega, will truths leave your lips under my command?” she asked, her fingers descending over the hem of the large shirt covering my thighs, teasing my waiting pussy.
“Yes,” I whispered and nearly whimpered at the flutter of anticipation in my stomach. My fingers reached out to grip her and tug her where I needed and craved her the most, but her hand shot out, seizing me, and two clicks of her tongue rendered me motionless. I realized I was entirely under her command as her darkened gaze trained over me and pulled me in with its seductive allure.
I was trapped, but I was reeling for it.
It was the single most arousing sensation to be under her command, her control.
Zara’s fingers grazed over the folds of my pussy, and she moaned at the sensation, followed by a deep chuckle that resonated right through me. My hips jolted at the contact, gyrating to match her rhythm and increase the pressure.
“Look at the little omega,” Zara whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. “Mewling at just my fingertips grazing over your sweet pussy.”
“N-no?” I whimpered, arching my back as she continued to tease me.
“No?” she chided, pulling away from me just when I thought I was about to come undone. “Another fucking lie.” Tsk. Tsk. The clicks of her tongue drew my gaze back onto hers, those piercing serpent-green eyes flooded with lust and everything I desired, ready to feed it to me. “Don’t take your eyes off me, omega. Look at me.”
She then wrapped a hand around my throat, reminding me of the control she had over my body, over my reactions, over my sanity. I groaned in frustration but couldn’t deny the thrill of being under her control. It was like nothing else mattered except for pleasing her and following her every command.
When I finally held her gaze, Zara’s fingers resumed their teasing exploration of my pussy, and this time it was even more intense than before. The pleasure built up inside me until it felt like I was going to explode with need.
“Tell me what you know.” She commanded quietly, the tone of her voice gentle as she sank her fingers to the hilt and curled them to meet my g-spot.
Then, her grip on my throat tightened, cutting off most of my air supply as she squeezed. It was deliciously dangerous and arousing.
“He’s been conniving with a witch.” I gasped, my spine arching off the ground as I gripped her wrist.
At that moment, Zara’s ability surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing into the shores of my consciousness. I could sense her ethereal presence, a profound connection that seared the very edges of my soul, leaving me teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. She delved into the depths of my thoughts and emotions, scrutinizing me for any hints of deception.
“I-I entered his quarters...discreetly.” I continued, gasping for breath as pleasure and fear coursed through my body.
My pussy clamped around Zara’s fingers and her intense gaze, which screamed to keep talking, rooted me to my words and kept me back from the threshold of ecstasy.
In an instant, Zara unleashed a mesmerizing surge of dominance that enveloped every fiber of my being. The sheer intensity of its grip was tangible, like an invisible tether wrapping around my very core. It was as though the air crackled with the electricity of her authority, sending shivers cascading down my spine and leaving me wholly entranced, a willing captive to the enigmatic allure of her dominance.
Zara leaned down, pressing her lips against mine. My body responded to the heat and passion of our kiss. Her fingers sunk deeper inside my squelching channel, her thumb circling my clit as she rutted me. I knew what she wanted from me and it was the last thing I could think about.
“A witch you say,” she whispered over my lips, pressing down harder on my throat. “Who is she? I want every detail.”
Her voice was like a drug, filling my mind with euphoria. My thoughts swam in the intensity of her gaze, her eyes bore through me, making my heart race. It felt so good to be under her control that I couldn’t deny the pleasure that coursed through my veins.
“I-I don’t know who she is,” I stammered, my voice wavering with uncertainty as I confessed my ignorance.
Zara, perceptive as ever, arched a skeptical eyebrow, her doubt radiating from her piercing gaze. She tightened her grip tighter, cutting off my air supply entirely.
“Please,” I begged through a squeak, the pleasure building inside me to an almost unbearable level. “Believe me. He’s been working against you.”
Zara studied me for a long moment before finally releasing her grip on my throat. She pulled her hand away from my pussy, leaving me gasping deeply for air and feeling empty without her touch. She leaned back slightly, studying me intently.
It was maddening, being brought over the edge, teetering the precipice of an orgasm, only to be shoved back from it.
“I don’t think so,” she said slowly, sliding down my figure to nestle over my pussy.
I watched her every move as she grabbed onto my thighs and pressed them over my chest, exposing my hot flesh to her scrutiny. The position was provocative, almost humiliating, but all I could focus on was her mouth hovering over my flesh.
Her breath mingled over my pulsating clit, and using the tip of her tongue, she licked from the base of my pussy to the top before speaking. “I think you’re trying to distract me. Dismiss my soldier so you could pick up the pieces left behind.”
My eyes rolled back at the contact, and for a split second, I nearly lost my mind when she pulled away. Zara’s breath was hot against my pussy, and I could feel her tongue teasing me. But her words made me pause.
“I swear it’s the truth,” I gasped out, my body writhing beneath her. “My intentions are far from distracting you. I just want to help save the kingdom. The witches are powerful. You know that.”
A sinister chuckle escaped Zara’s lips, a haunting melody that sent a shiver down my spine. With a predatory grace, she descended upon my clit, wrapping her lips around it with a fervent hunger. The intensity of her suction pulled me into a dizzying abyss where stars danced and exploded behind my closed lids, a celestial display of pleasure and desire.
“Powerful?” she murmured against my flesh. “Our forces surpass theirs.”
My eyes surrendered to the pleasure, rolling back as my hips jerked, an offering to the ecstasy she invoked upon my pussy. Waves of delight cascaded through me, and I bathed her hand in the symphony of my sensual ecstasy, punctuating the air with squeals and urgent pants. Even as my sanity teetered on the edge of oblivion, my hands remained obediently pinned to my sides, an unspoken understanding that to touch her would be to unravel the delicate balance.
“You may come,” she ordered.
Each word sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure coursing through my body, a crescendo building within, signaling the impending climax. Zara’s relentless tongue persisted in its assault on my clit, while her fingers danced inside my quivering pussy with a masterful finesse, each curled brush bringing me closer to the edge of ecstasy.
With one final, commanding push at the behest of Zara, the dam inside me crumbled, yielding to her authoritative will. Waves of pleasure surged over me, entirely beyond my control, as if she held the reins to my very sensations. My entire body convulsed, helplessly surrendering to the relentless tide of ecstasy, leaving me adrift and utterly lost in the rapturous sea of an orgasm she had orchestrated.
As the final tremors of pleasure subsided, Zara sensually crawled back up my quivering body, her smug grin a testament to her dominance.
“Keep talking,” she demanded.
“Th-that’s all I know,” I gasped, my breath still uneven from the intensity of the experience. “Promise.”
“I’ll let you go for now,” she purred, her fingers tracing tantalizing patterns on my skin.
Zara shifted above me, a deliberate and enticing movement.
“I understand, Alpha,” I gasped, my heart racing as she positioned herself so that her pussy was now tantalizingly close to my face, a potent symbol of her control.
“Clean me.” She ordered.
Eagerly, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, reveling in the commanding presence of the goddess above me.
I complied willingly, my tongue darting out to taste the slickness of Zara’s pussy. Her flavor was a heady blend of musk and exotic allure, an intoxicating combination that left me dizzy with desire.
As I fervently worked to please her, she leaned back slightly, her hand finding support on the ground while the other threaded through my hair. The sensation of being controlled by her was nothing short of intoxicating; in that moment, nothing else in the world mattered except fulfilling her every need and desire.
Zara’s soft moan above me was music to my ears, a testament to my successful efforts in bestowing euphoria upon her, mirroring the pleasure she had granted me.
“Good girl,” she groaned, her words both a reward and a command.
The taste of her pussy was undeniably addictive, a captivating elixir that drew me deeper into the intoxicating web of submission.
A foreign sensation tingled in my throat, and the realization struck me like a bolt of lightning.
Bite.
I yearned for her bite, a singular gesture that would solidify our connection in a profound way. Had our bond truly grown strong enough to withstand the consummation of such a claim?
Zara’s moans crescendoed, echoing through the charged air, and I could sense her body tightening above me. Her grip on my hair intensified as she surrendered to the relentless waves of pleasure, a clear sign that she was on the brink.
I maintained my unwavering devotion, my tongue exploring the depths of her pussy, savoring every intoxicating drop of her sweet essence. With a resounding cry of unbridled ecstasy, Zara reached the pinnacle of pleasure, her release saturating the air with its intensity.
She collapsed beside me, spent and satiated, a commanding goddess temporarily reduced to a trembling mortal.
We lay there together in a tranquil silence, the air heavy with the residue of our passionate union. Eventually, Zara’s voice broke through the stillness.
“You’ve done well today,” she spoke slowly, her breath still unsteady.
Drawing near, I pulled her into a fervent kiss, our mouths connecting in a slow, sensuous dance. I immersed myself in her embrace, where eagerness met tenderness, and a gentle smile graced my lips as I felt completely enfolded by her presence. At that moment, we tasted like a singular, intoxicating essence, an alluring blend that kindled my desire to relive our pleasure once more.
I could taste the essence of our pussies, an intoxicating musky blend. It was arousing.
Filthy.
Vulgar.
Erotic.
“May I ask something?” I whispered, my voice soft and trembling as I nibbled on my lip, my eyes remaining shut, afraid to gauge her reaction.
Zara’s fingers continued their soothing circles on my skin, a gesture of patient anticipation. “What is it?” she asked gently, her voice a mix of curiosity and excitement, encouraging me to share the question burning within me.
“I want your bite,” I blurted out, my heart pounding as the words spilled from my lips, propelled by an overwhelming desire. “I want you to claim me.”
A heavy silence hung in the air as Zara considered my bold request. Her gaze bore into mine, and I searched for any hint of hesitation or doubt in her eyes.
“Do you know how many have killed for my bite?” Zara finally spoke, her tone laced with a venomous edge. “How many have endured its agony? How many have perished for it? What makes you think you’re worthy of bearing my mark?”
I sat up, my hands trembling with anticipation, determined to prove my worth. “They weren’t ready to suffer for you, to die in your embrace,” I declared earnestly. “Sure, they’ve killed for you, but I’m prepared to die for you. I’m willing to endure the agony, to share it with you—for you. Because I want more than just your claim, Zara. I want to embrace it, to let your essence flow through me. I want to make it a part of who I am, to reveal it to the world. I wouldn’t merely kill for you, Zara; I would die for you, again and again, if it means having you completely. You’ve invited me into your shadows, and here I am, ready to embrace them.”
A delicate touch traced down my cheek as Zara responded, her voice softening. “I’m not prepared to witness you crumble, my darling blizzard,” she admitted. “What if the bite doesn’t take? It hasn’t for years. I can’t bear to see you suffer as I’ve seen the others before you suffer.”
“It will take, Zara. I know it will. I feel it in here,” I reassured her, placing her hand over my chest.
I inched closer, our chests pressing together, and tilted my head to meet her gaze. Vulnerability flickered briefly across her face, followed by a hint of pain.
“Please,” I whispered, my voice trembling with earnestness. “Try, for me.”
Zara held my gaze for a prolonged moment, her eyes delving into mine. I could see the lingering hesitation and fear in her expression, but I was resolute in my desire, knowing that this was my true path, my deepest need. There was no more room for denial, no more holding back. It was time for me to fully embrace my nature, to step boldly into her shadows and claim them as my own.
“Please,” I whispered once more, my voice barely above a breath. “I want to be yours completely.”
Another pause hung in the air before Zara finally spoke, her voice soft and filled with a mixture of reluctance and acceptance. “Very well,” she conceded. “But if anything goes wrong...”
“I’ll handle it,” I interjected, eager to silence any further doubts or objections. “Just do it.”
Zara's fingers traced a tantalizing path down my neck, following the trail to the spot where her fangs would soon pierce my skin. Her touch sent electric shivers racing through me as she drew nearer, our bodies growing intimately close.
I pressed my thighs together, offering my neck to her without reservation as anticipation coursed through me. Her soft, lingering kisses against my flesh drove me to the brink of desire.
Zara's lips descended upon my neck with a gentle yet deliberate pressure, as if she needed to be certain that this was truly my desire. And it was—every fiber of my being yearned for her bite, for the intoxicating blend of her power and passion consuming me.
Her teeth sank into my flesh, and I gasped as an electrifying surge of pain and pleasure coursed through my veins, igniting every nerve ending in my body. I clung to her with fervor, my fingers digging into her skin, unwilling to let this moment slip away.
When Zara finally withdrew from my neck, a thin line of blood trickled from the mark she had left. Her appearance had transformed into something feral and untamed as she licked the mingled blood and saliva from her lips. My desire for her surged even stronger.
We waited in tense silence, expecting me to writhe in pain—to crumble into an anguished mess.
But it never happened.
I was hers now, bound to her for eternity.
“The fates have decided it.” She smirked, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“I’m yours.” I breathed.
Zara pulled back and her gaze bore into mine, unyielding and determined. “I accept you as my Lead Pounceguard.”
The declaration hung in the air, a powerful affirmation of my place by her side, a role I had long yearned for.
“That’s not what I wanted, Zara.” I gasped.
“And it’s what I’m giving you,” she chuckled. “You earned it long ago, well before that scum cheated his way to victory.”
“So you finally believe me?”
“I had my suspicions,” Zara replied with a smirk. “Let’s hang the witch together and put down her fucking familiar attached to her pussy.” Zara chuckled, kissing me.
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