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Thirty: A Plaything
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The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty One: Luna And Lustre
LUSTREI dragged myself out of his room with the sheets in the laundry basket. I was still reeling from the after effect of the sex with my core still throbbing from the brutal way he had fucked me and my knees barely holding me up as I walked out of his room. Despite everything, despite the intense pleasure mixed with pain and electrifying orgasms that he was able to bring out of me, despite the fact that I enjoyed it and that says a lot because I wasn't the type to enjoy sex since I just see it as a means to an end, I couldn't help but wonder if sex was always like that with him. Bland. Tasteless. Boring. And Stiff. I enjoyed it but I doubted other females would, not like I cared about them but he seemed like someone that only cared about his pleasure, someone who only wanted to use girls to get off and get pleasured without giving back anything to them. That must be the reason why his harem was overflowing with she-wolves. I wasn't sure if he has anything against she-wolves or i
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Two: Luna’s Manipulation
FLEKIThat she-wolf was of a different breed.I didn't know what it was about her, whether it was her unnatural beauty that was capable of robbing every living thing of their breaths anytime she walks into a room or her bravery and courage in trying to get a raise out of me at any opportunity she could get or the way she was so brazen in bed, the way she takes the length of me like a greedy little thing, the way her pussy felt like it was made for me, her uninhibited moans and whimpers.And the fact that she had dared to ask for more after I was done with her and I was sure I should have worn her out like all those she-wolves before. No she-wolf had dared to be able to catch her breath after that long hour fucking not to talk of even wanting more or initiating it. So she was of a different breed.And even though I was annoyed and hated her existence and wanted to stab something into those hauntingly beautiful blue eyes of hers, I was also mildly fascinated and impressed by her. You'
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Three: Luna’s Position.
LUSTREDays merged into each other, blending into a week. The Alpha kept calling me into his room anytime he wanted and it was always the same routine, the same brutal and hard fucking, I was never allowed to talk, never allowed to initiate anything. I was just a sex vessel, something to be used and discarded as if I was worth nothing. He never looked back, never even looked at me when he was done using my body in the harshest way possible. Not like I was complaining, I could use the crumbs especially if it was serving me but in this regard, it wasn't doing anything for me, it wasn't getting me closer to my mission or anything. I was in the position that I was last week and the only thing that had changed was that we were sleeping together, more like he was fucking with an unrelenting and deep seethed hatred that was evident in his harsh and brutal thrusts that seemed more like punishments than sex. He was treating me with disdain, both within and outside sex, it was like he couldn
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Four: Putting Her In Her Place
FLEKI“So, Luna has really moved in,” Reid pointed out the obvious for me while we were busy going over the plans for the attack. We were going to attack the next day and we don't necessarily have to map out our plans this much. The pack was a small one and I won't even break a sweat if we attack them without a plan but Reid was meticulous about these things and he had insisted that we map out a plan that we probably won't end up following.“Yeah, is that a problem with you?”“Of course not,” he chuckled dismissively, “I could care less about her and whether she moves in or not.”“Good, so what's the point?”He shrugged casually, “I just never thought there’d come a day when you'll actually entertain the idea of marrying her.”“Marrying her?” I cocked an eyebrow as I dropped the documents I'd been reading on the table and I looked up at him, “where's that ridiculous assumption coming from?”“You asked her to move in,” he explained as if that was supposed to make his illogical assumpti
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Five: Picked here over Luna
LUSTRE“They rode off during the night, I heard it through the grapevine that they’re attacking another pack in the wee hours of this morning so this means they must have attacked it already and if it goes smoothly, then they should be on their way...”“What do you mean if it goes smoothly? Of course, it'll go smoothly, he’s Alpha Fleki, do you think he's actually incapable of carrying out an attack successfully? If he decides to carry out an attack on the whole of Silvercrest, he’ll do so without breaking a sweat.”“But if he carries out an attack on Silvercrest, what will be left for him to rule over?”“I'm just speaking metaphorically, no one actually expects him to go and launch an attack against the whole of Silvercrest.”“That is if they don't cross him, do you really think he can be stopped if they cross him and they get him angry? I don't think so, he'll annihilate the whole of Silvercrest without thinking twice and he’ll lord over the ruins and damages.”“He really can't be s
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Six: Out of Control.
FLEKIIt was done, the Alpha and his whole family were killed, the whole pack enslaved and locked up in a place where that was once comfortable and meant home to them, their houses razed to the grounds and in the next couple of days, the remaining members of the pack will start clearing and cultivating the lands to plant seeds and subsequently harvest produce that'd belong to me. They'd be slaves forever, forever working for me till they're old and frail and they drop dead. Not like I was feeling an ounce of pity for them. They should blame their Alpha for being stupid enough to turn my request down knowing full well that nothing good will come out of provoking. And now he should have protected will-be slaves for the rest of their lives while watching his head hanging from a tree overlooking their lands. My body sought the comfort of a very warm bath to wash away the madness of the day, to wash away the bloodshed and deaths, the screams and horror of people whose lives as they used
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Seven: Chased Out.
LUSTREI stumbled out of the room in total disbelief and confusion. I didn't understand why he had suddenly switched like that, one minute he was giving me a very impressive orgasm with him even barely touching my clit while looking oddly satisfied at it, and the next, he was pushing me off him as if I was the flirthest dirt ever and he couldn't bear to touch him. And as if that wasn't enough, he actually yelled at me to get out, to get out of his face when I didn't comply, he had gotten so angry that his wolf showed in his eyes. Why he was angry was something I didn't understand. Was it at me? Did I do something wrong? Or was he angry at himself? Did he do something wrong? I was going to assume he was angry at himself for losing control. For someone who was always so wild and raw and primitive with sex, he had taken his time to worship my tits by sucking and lapping at them like they were his only source of air and water and that says a lot because he had never even paid attentio
The Rogue’s Little Plaything Thirty-Eight: Bloodlust Revenge?
FLEKITwo days after I sent her away from my room, I was still irritable and in a very bad mood. The only thing I could channel my energy to was fucking and during the past two days, I've done that a lot, I've nearly gone around all the dozens of girls in my harem with Luna included but it was doing barely anything to put me in a better position. I was still irritable and disgusted as fuck at myself and it didn't help matter that she was always around, she was always serving my food, always cleaning my room, picking out my clothes, cleaning my bedroom, and doing all that so I was constantly seeing her, constantly seeing the body that I so badly wanted to fuck and it wasn't making the situation any more bearable for me. And because I didn't want to admit it, even to myself just how terribly her presence was affecting me was the only reason I wasn't always leaving the room whenever she comes in. Devastating, isn't it? To think I could get reduced to this level because of a she-wolf.
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