Lycanthropy

On the other side of the bed:

My Queen.

How we had gotten from waking up, to marking each other, was unbelievable and truly magical.

She is mine now, and will never belong to someone else. The whole world will know that she is taken, as my Lycan mark, is the biggest I have ever seen, and I’m proud of that.

And her mark to me? Well it is no ordinary bite mark, not as normal wolves or Lycans are expected to inflict on their mate. No this was something different, as different as she is, of course her way of marking is different too.

While cleaning the wounds on my back and sides, I looked through the mirror in my room now, and saw two sets of four, thick, deep lacerations on the sides of my ribcage. One set on either side of my body, forever there to show what she had done to me. To show everyone that I was hers.

But with clothes on, no one would see them, but she doesn’t care. She doesn’t want to parade with her victorious claim. She wanted our enemies to only know, when I would be naked right before shifting, or when shifted completely, as only in those two phases, it would be visible that the large scars were made by someone that is very close to me.

And the size of the markings, was extraordinary too, not as big as mine, but still her Alpha power shines through with them.

But the biggest shock of this all, was that she will become an actual Queen now. As that is the law in our Kingdom. Once the first born offspring, of the present King and Queen, has claimed his or her mate, she will take over the status, and the former King has to abdicate when the heir was ready for it. And even though her mother was the rightful Queen at first, she has died, and thus Emerson is the next in line.

Only now I assume that, that was Sigrid’s original thought of getting pregnant with another man, and teaching her child our language. To have an heir for her father, to take over the reins one day.

I looked at how she was sleeping, and she was laying peacefully, snoring and drooling.

“Get in bed, now.” She told me over the mate-link, and I laughed. So she wasn’t asleep for real.

Even though our markings weren’t magical, as you might assume them to be, as in some fairy-tale books it says that you have to bite your mate in order for a link to be established, a link got created on accepting each other mentally. Sure, every mate couple in existence has marked each other, as in the heat of passion you were almost forced to hurt the other to reach a potential high of which you can’t describe. Besides, it was an unwritten rule to let the other know how much it would hurt, if you would abandon the other.

It’s more a traditional thing, than it is really necessary, but no one dares, to not do it. And I do want everyone to know that she has been taken. I do want to parade with her victoriously, and no one dares to judge me for it.

I crawled in bed again and took her body close to mine.

“You know we have to get out of bed eventually.” I said to her.

“Yes, just five more minutes. I love the feeling of your cock rubbing against my ass, so just stay here a little longer.” She replied, and I laughed.

“A bit straight forward, but I like her.”

“Yes, me too.” I replied to Úlfur.

I was wondering though how we were going to make this work. She still has a pack to rule over, and it wasn’t particularly close for us to travel in between our packs easily.

After an hour more of just cuddling, and regaining some new energy. We had gotten out of bed and gotten dressed to get some breakfast.

Upon entering the kitchen, lots of looks were thrown our way, and upon seeing my mark on Emerson’s neck, everyone howled in joy. They all congratulated me on making her mine, but the female warriors in the room, were tilting their heads and were trying to find out where her mark on me was.

As I figured this would happen, I was slightly wondering how to say to my people that she had marked me as well. Not in the traditional way, but still, she had accepted me.

At this moment she hadn’t bothered a moment about it yet, and went to the kitchen counter to get herself some food.

The female warriors stood up, and moved towards me.

“We are so sorry, to find you without a mark. Can one of us perhaps have that honour? To relieve you from her?” One of them said, while whipping up her red curly hair, trying to seduce me.

“If you don’t want to get killed here on the spot, I suggest you move your slutty ass back in that seat, of whence you came from.” I spoke to her, and immediately she ran off in fear.

Emerson came walking back, with two plates, as she had made one for me as well.

“Don’t expect me to do this every morning, but I saw that you were busy with those skanks.” She said while sniffing up their scents, to memorise herself of what they smelled like. Perhaps to show them later, how much she disapproved their advances.

“Well, that’s all on you love. You haven’t marked me in exactly the traditional way.” I said to her.

“Nah, what’s the fun in that? Besides, I’d like to see them try to get what is mine.” She said to me, while glancing towards my lower region, as her arousal started to flare up slightly again.

What she said wasn’t a threat to anyone that would make advances on me. It was for me, to let me know that each and every time a woman approaches me, I have to push them off. Her marking me in the way that she did, made me have to prove my loyalty to Emerson, each and every time a woman thought I was still without a mark.

Besides, she hasn’t said that she loves me in the first place. Of course we had marked each other, and thus accepted each other, but her not saying the actual word, made me realise, that she isn’t on the end of her mental journey yet. She still has to see if she can open herself up to me completely, before saying those three little words.

To her I was worthy enough to fulfil the role as mate, but not yet as lover, that was still something that I have to acquire.

But I’m not feeling rejected by it at all. This is a barrier that she has to conquer, by me showing her that I’m truly only meant for her. She has suffered years and years of torture, and I can imagine that it is truly hard for her to show anyone any love.

So, I’m not going to push her into saying it. I’ll be glad to show her my loyalty.