Elena's POV

I was so muddled as he took my earlobe so hard that my whole body was almost buried under the covers, I breathed in a panic and tried to struggle out, but he reached out and covered my mouth, pressing my struggle into his arms.

Along with the fear came the emotion of shame, I was held down in his arms like a toy as he did so many things to me with abandon.

"He is stroking me" and the very thought made my whole body shiver.

His other hand went under my skirt and pressed against my skin, sucking on my earlobe with increasing force. I felt like I was bewitched, just feeling a strange aroma on him, just touching me like this made me want to moan, but the next moment, the hand he was covering me with braced my jaw forcefully and stuck two fingers in my mouth!

This stirring was included with indescribable eroticism. And I could feel his fingertips were even against my throat. In a panic, I even licked the calluses on his fingers, I grabbed the hand and shook my head desperately, trying to break free.

But it's too numb, the skin being stroked carried an indescribable numbness which even hurt, and which I thought I should resist, should be disgusted.

But I had to admit, I was wrapped in his arms. The intertwined scent was ambiguous, so I could not help but look into his eyes. I should have felt ashamed, screamed and broken free, but I did neither.

Was this the magic of the Moon Goddess?

I subconsciously hinted to myself this way, after all, what I couldn't face was another thought: I didn't hate his touch.

He rubbed my skin with abandon, even forcefully parted my legs, and I felt the wetness of my lady parts as he stroked my inner thighs.

He peeled back the buttons on my skirt and spoke vaguely in my ear, "Weren't you looking forward to it? Why are you resisting? You're dying to do it too, aren't you... do it, right?"

I didn't know whether I was nodding or shaking my head, only that I felt hot all over, feeling hot and numb at the same time, the pleasure of being touched by Mr. Leonardo made me subconsciously tilt my head, my tongue against his finger, and subconsciously suck it.

I was driven to tears, but it wasn't that I was sad, it was that his fingers against my throat made me uncomfortable and the tears flowed uncontrollably. I was uncomfortable, and this was not sexual foreplay that made each other comfortable.

He didn't care about my feelings, he was ruled by his rut and instincts, he was predatory and I had to be forced to accept it.

It was so strange.

I should have struggled, but there was a special aroma about him that seemed to confuse me, as if that was the way things were supposed to go. I opened my body in front of him, as I did this morning.

I didn't know why he was here, but as he gazed down at me, I couldn't seem to tell if he was in the midst of an out-of-control rut, or if he was really looking deeply at me.

He withdrew his hand and in place of his fingers was his kiss.

Did he know he was kissing me?

This knowledge put me in a trance. I forgot for a moment the pain in my body and the fact that I was being played with by a strange man. I looked at the dim light on the ceiling and felt as if the whole world was falling down.

I felt like I was thrown into the sea, the waves lapping at my body, making me thirsty to breathe in the little oxygen attached to the seawater, but there was so less oxygen that I felt like I was going to suffocate.

In the haze Mr. Leonardo pressed his lips against mine and we exchanged saliva and scents of each other.

We were both werewolves, and still had the roughness of animal instincts when it came to sex.

I struggled and moaned out from the ambiguous kiss, "No... No!" Such a plea was tinged with broken and low sobs that I was not sure if they could be heard.

But I was sure Mr. Leonardo heard it, and I thought he wouldn't listen, or would be angry. But neither, he pressed against me in frustration, and I felt the kiss was a punishment that left me breathless.

He moved the kiss slowly from the corner of my lips to my earlobe in a vague way, turning me over, leaving my back to him.

He half-kneeled and reached out with one hand to cup my chest, kneading it with abandon. I felt a little pain and tilted my head to beg him to be gentle.

I felt as if I were an object, and such play and touching made me shiver. The heightened fit made me coordinate with him, and it was as if my skin was set on fire when it met with his hand.

I sobbed and moaned, I should have bitten my lip and kept quiet in the midst of such forced humiliation. But I couldn't, I craved his touch, preferably deeper and heavier!

He nibbled on the earlobe, sucked heavily, and said with some reluctance, "... I won't stick it in if you behave yourself."

I cried and nodded in my excitement, a voice inside me kept screaming something that I couldn't hear.

Mr. Leonardo pulled me up, he's completely hard and I could feel something poking my thighs, hot and hard, making my eyes glow red with excitement!

He forced me to my knees and put my hands against the wall, and I struggled to see him in such a forced way.

The attic was not too high, and he was half-kneeling on the bed at this height, requiring a slight bow of his head.

This position caused me to not be able to see his expression, but only the side of his sharp-edged face, handsome enough to make people look sideways.

I held my breath for a moment, watching his purple eyes filled with desire, the kind of powerful possessiveness that made my heart tremble.

He patted my leg, as if he was too excited, his voice hoarse and sexy. He wasn't so much "patting". It's more like a heavier knead, which made my back go limp and I buried my entire upper body under the covers unbearably.

"Clench your legs." He grazed the skin of my tailbone heavily with one finger, a strange stimulation that made me ooze more water. I sobbed and struggled to lift my sore and limp legs and clench them as he commanded.

"No." He chuckled lowly, the pleasant timbre making me shiver even harder, my mind felt like it was on fire, no sanity left at all as I struggled to concentrate on what he was saying.

He took me by the waist and squeezed that hot and hard thing between my legs forcefully. I felt its tip against the opening of my p*ssy, such a touch as if it were a kiss, and the mere touch made me scream and come.

"I mean, make your legs clench and scream for me."

My eyes widened, the excitement of his word was so erotic and nasty, there was a strong contrast coming from Mr. Leonardo's mouth. I didn't feel the least bit exhausted from my orgasm, my body was aroused again, and in the palm of Mr. Leonardo's hand, every piece of my skin and every hair seemed to breathe, eager to be touched.

He moved in this pose, heavy and deep each time, almost literally sliding in several times, and I felt my body fluid flowing very heavily, running down my thighs. I subconsciously looked down in the midst of the chaos and excitement, only to find a small wet mass on the quilt.

Apparently Mr. Leonardo realized it too, and with a low chuckle, he slowly wiped the water from my leg with one finger, and my skin itched and tingled as his touch made my skin tremble as if the acuity had been amplified a thousand times!

The next moment, he suddenly reached out and grabbed me by the hair, forcing my entire body to straighten up!

My p*ssy's entrance endured ravaging general pleasure, and I couldn't tell if it hurt or felt good all over my body. I whimpered and cried as Mr. Leonardo reached out and skillfully pried open my lips and teeth with those water-soaked fingers, forcing me to swallow and taste his hand.

He pushed harder and harder, as if he wanted me to die on the bed.

Several times I was under the mistaken impression that I was going to be pierced! But it didn't. I felt like the tip of it was entering with each vicious kiss, making me tingle and shiver!

I didn't know how long this went on, I felt as if my thighs were being rubbed to the point of breaking the skin, but it was so good, I'd never felt such a rush of pleasure, a pleasure that made me want more.

Mr. Leonardo didn't feel the least bit tired and I didn't remember how many times I screamed and squirted. I looked out the window in a trance and the moon sank deeper. I didn't have time to think too much before I was dragged into a new wave of lust!

I felt Mr. Leonardo pushing faster, my breathing getting harder and harder, and he also let out a low and titillating gasp. He was half-kneeling, holding me against the wall, whispering something in my ear, "You groaned so well... So enthusiastic, it feels so comfortable, isn't it?"

I should have nodded, and I probably did, I clearly heard the pleasure in his laughter.

"Your legs are clenched really tight, turn around." He finally pulled out and the pleasure suddenly disappeared leaving me in a bit of a trance, subconsciously turning around, I no longer cared if my knees were already red.

I looked at myself through his pupils, my face and the ends of my eyes a brilliant red, covered in tears.

But I knew they weren't tears of forced humiliation, but pleasure.

I gasped as he looked at me, also in the throes of extreme arousal. He grabbed my hand and held the still hard organ with a little temptation, "Hand or mouth, it's your choice."

I subconsciously reached out and gripped it tightly, the feeling was so exciting. We were so close, our breaths were intertwined, and our eyes seemed to be burning in this tiny attic!

I lowered my head and felt my eyelashes shake as I forced myself to look straight at my hand.

So thick and so long, I could barely hold it, and I felt like water was flowing from my lady part again. I didn't dare lift my head again, it was too humiliating to look straight up like that, even if I was in love with it, I couldn't look straight up for too long.

I didn't know how I was going to get him to let it out, and he obviously realized it. He reached out and put his hand over mine, and I followed his movements, biting my lip and panting with excitement.

My hands were going numb, and I didn't know if it was because of our tacit cooperation, but I didn't feel tired at all, only extremely aroused!

Mr. Leonardo kept looking at me, I felt his gaze falling on my body, I didn't dare to look up, but looking at the hand that was holding this thing that had just been between my legs and made me come countless times, I felt it shamed me more than the marginal sexual behavior.

"Do you like it?" His breathing was getting ragged and he squeezed my chin forcing me to open my mouth.

It was so exciting, I was so wet and dripping so much that his fingers seemed to be literally thrusting in my mouth, and the hand was so hot that my palm tingled.

Again, I didn't know how long it passed, Mr. Leonardo finally choked and held his breath, cumming all over my body.

He seemed to finally calm down a bit and wiped my face haphazardly.

I gasped and limped off the bed, I was so messed up like this, I had to go clean myself up.

Mr. Leonardo, caught up in the feverish exhaustion of his rut, slept on my tiny bed with a long and beautiful hand hanging down.

My face flushed for instance and I immediately splashed cool water on my own face. I knew that this would not end so easily.