REVENGE OF THE BETRAYED WOLF

After finishing setting up the furniture, Freya approached the table and picked up some ice cubes. She closed her eyes and began to slide them gently down her body. It was then that she realized the need to control her impulses and satisfy her desire for mating. He decided to settle the situation the next day, planning to call Isis to bring him some inhibitors. In the meantime, it was up to him to satisfy himself.

Crono felt his heartbeat quicken, his heart wanting to escape his chest as he gazed at Freya's seductive form. Unable to turn his gaze away from this magnificent body that fascinated him, he couldn't help himself. He reached into his pants and unzipped them, releasing his manhood.

In a moment of frustration, he berated himself inwardly. "Since when did you become a pervert, Crono? Despite the internal struggle, he couldn't resist and began massaging himself while biting his lower lip to stifle any involuntary moans. However, the sensation wasn't enough, and in his mind he was looking for a way out of this room without being discovered by her.

Freya lay back on the bed, closed her eyes and began to stroke herself, babbling.

"How quickly the hours pass and the dawn breaks, I don't know how much longer I can stand this burning. She bit her lower lip, excited, sliding her hands along her breasts and brushing her fingers over her erect nipples. She spread her legs and brought a hand to her intimacy, tracing sensual circles.

Crono's mind reeled; the sight was extremely exciting. Ever since that kiss, he couldn't stop thinking about her and what she could be doing right now. Typhoon grunted, betraying him.

"She's my partner, she's in heat. I have the right to claim her now."

On a whim, Crono emerged from his hiding place and approached the bed, his eyes shining with lust as he watched his mate indulge in pleasure with little moans.

Freya, though she found it difficult, strove to pleasure herself alone. A strange sensation of being watched took hold of her, and when she jerked her eyes open, she was surprised to find the imposing figure of Crono standing before her, with a glare that startled her. She leaned back and curled up against the headboard, trying to pull the sheet over her, but Crono was quicker and pushed her out of his sight. He was enjoying subduing her.

"Crono, what are you doing here? How did you get in here?" whispered Freya, her voice barely audible.

"You're in heat, I can help you, I want to put out the fire that's burning you my beast, you're going to be mine" said Crono as he moved closer to the bed. Though he tried to control himself, his mind and body demanded to possess her. "Don't come any closer, you rough wolf. Freya was frightened, feeling the burn and desire to mate with the big, strong man in front of her. Crono's virile, sensual voice made her lose her mind, as she fought against the irresistible attraction she felt for him.

"I can see in your eyes that you want me, and I want to please you. Crono grabbed her by the skin and laid her on the bed. He positioned himself above her, knees on either side of Freya's waist and elbows on either side of her head, facing her face.

Feeling the wolf's body on top of her, Freya felt a sudden relief, as if a block of ice had calmed the fire consuming her. Crono's scent enveloped her, giving her a feeling of comfort, and she couldn't help but brush against him. Crono watched every detail of Freya's delicate face; her flushed cheeks seemed the most tender thing he'd ever seen.

"Do you want me to possess you?" he asked in a husky, manly voice.

"You're a bastard, Crono. You're taking advantage of my weakness," Freya whispered, blurring her words with a hazy gaze, fighting the attraction and vulnerability she was feeling right now. "Answer me."

"Sii.... Her conscious brain was desperately trying to convince her to resist and break free, but her body was blocking every sensible instruction her mind was trying to send.

Crono, triumphant, leaned over and kissed her passionately, a kiss he had longed for. He thrust his tongue invasively in and explored every nook and cranny of her mouth.

Freya gasped, feeling her whole being come alive as that warm, wet tongue slipped between her lips, dancing slowly over her mouth. Crono's slow, deep breathing made it clear that he was in control.

He ran his hands over Freya's chest, his fingertips tracing the circle of her nipples as their tongues continued their dance. His whole body bristled, his breathing jerky with the overwhelming sensations that enveloped him.

Crono let out a grunt, withdrawing from her mouth, as she sank into moans and gasps. Seizing the opportunity, he bent to unbutton his shirt and tossed it to the floor. Then he stripped off his pants, taking his boxers and shoes with him. Then, his hard, lean body leaning over her, he claimed her mouth again, pressing himself harder against her body. She wrapped her fingers in his hair. Crono parted his lips and plunged his face into her neck, while he began to caress her breasts with his hands.

"Why do I feel like you've done something to stop me marking you? You're my mate and I have every right to do so," he murmured into her neck.

"I don't see the point in branding me. It'll make the separation less painful," she said, closing her eyes.

Crono raised his head and, looking overwhelmed, declared in a possessive tone.

"You're my companion, you're mine, Freya. Get it into your head that you won't leave me." Freya let out a sigh of pleasure as she felt him massage her breasts and something hard positioned in her intimacy.

Crono positioned his erect member at Freya's moist, burning entrance. With a single thrust, he entered, but stopped when he heard her pained moan and felt the contraction of her intimacy. Realizing she was a virgin, he decided to remain still. "Relax and let your body get used to me," he indicated, moving to complete his entrance.

Freya let out another moan full of pain and pleasure as she sputtered.

"It hurts, but at the same time, it feels so good."

"The pain will pass, and I promise we'll enjoy it. You're exquisite, Freya. I think I'm going to have to put up with your bad temper to revel in the pleasure you produce inside me," Crono murmured, kissing her as he began to move gently for her to get used to.

Freya was no longer in pain and instinctively moved her hips. She sighed in pure pleasure, surrendering without remorse to the sensations that enveloped her.

Pulling out of her, Crono grinned mischievously and began to thrust slowly, increasing the rhythm with each thrust in and out. Freya closed her eyes again and he lay still, pulsing and throbbing inside her.

"Look at me," Crono asked between gasps. Freya, limp, opened her eyes and moaned as she felt him move inside her.

"I want you, my moon," Crono whispered, his voice cracking, sealing the intensity of the moment shared between them. Freya sucked in a breath at these words, which excited her. He circled inside her, and they both let out a moan in unison. "Freya, I've never felt like this before. Crono withdrew, then thrust in again, eliciting another moan.

He grabbed his hands and placed them on either side of his head, starting to thrust rapidly.

"Cronooo...!" he shouted, followed by a groan.

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"You're mine and mine alone, Freya. Only my companion, only for my caresses and only for my pleasure. Do you understand me?" He took a few deep breaths, withdrew and quickly penetrated her again.

"No! You're not mine!" she exclaimed, wiggling her hips to better feel the delicious penetrations.

"I can be yours alone, Freya."

"What?!" he cried before a few loud thrusts.

"You heard me, my moon," he said softly.

Freya was stunned to hear him say this. Crono sank deeper and moved firmly. Beads of sweat crisscrossed their foreheads as the deep thrusts made Freya shudder and arch her back.

"Let's go together," she murmured, her breath hot.

"Yes! I feel a whirlwind of uncontrollable sensations inside me," she let out a convulsive moan that echoed around the room. She closed her eyes and passed out in his arms.

"He let out a grunt as his manhood expanded and poured his hot liquid into her, little spasms releasing his last drops. Breathless, he smiled and kissed her gently, releasing her hands and resting his forehead on hers to catch his breath. Breathing hard, she opened her eyes when she felt him pull away from her, sit back on his heels and turn her around quickly, putting her on all fours.

"This is just the beginning, my Luna. There's a fire I need to put out, and I wouldn't want my dear beast to pretend I'm not even good enough to calm its heat," he laughed, noticing that she was blushing, "Spread your legs and lean back against the bed.

Freya felt her body start to burn, she didn't protest, she simply began to do whatever he told her to do.