SWNOVELS Chapter Chapter sixteen
Freya and Crono slept for barely a few hours, and when Freya awoke, she was in a daze. An intoxicating scent of citrus and wood infiltrated her nostrils, awakening her senses. Still drowsy, she rubbed her eyes to clear the fog of sleep. After a few moments, she made out the silhouette of a handsome man with gray eyes and brown hair, sitting on his heels in front of her.
"Good morning," he murmured, looking seductive.
Freya yawned, still asleep, and asked.
"Hello," her conscious brain tried desperately to convince her to push him away, but her body was heating up and blocking all the alarm signals her mind was trying to send.
"I need to be inside you," he whispered in a manly voice, taking Freya's hands and placing them behind her head.
"You enjoy my warmth, crawling wolf," she said in a cuddly, sensual voice.
Crono sank into her, listening to her erotic moan.
"My love, do you want me to take it off?" he growled, wiggling his hips.
"You crawling wolf, don't play with me, you pervert!" she cried as she felt his burning tongue graze her left nipple while his fingers circled her other breast. A wave of tingling ran through her body and her breathing became agitated. She moaned as she felt him move in and out of her body.
"Freya, tell me, do you want me to stop?" He thrust deeper and harder.
She threw her head back in despair, her senses completely blurred. She stammered, pushing her words out.
"Alpha Crono, you can do whatever you want, but calm this desire to belong to you completely," she said through the haze of her zeal.
"Freya, I'm going to use you to my heart's content during these last two days of rutting," he growled mischievously as he took her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
After this moment of intimacy, they both fell asleep. Freya awoke to a feeling of discomfort that made her stand up heavily. Almost limping, she made her way to the bathroom, looking at Crono asleep in his bed. Although she tried to control her emotions, she couldn't deny that he completely dominated her at times like this.
Returning to the bed, Freya lay back, feeling drawn to Crono's torso. She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes closed. She let herself be carried away by the connection that resulted from the intense moments of passion they shared. Crono awoke with a smile to see Freya sleeping like an angel. Carefully, he drew her gently away from his chest, got up, dressed and removed the furniture blocking the door before leaving the room.
Freya woke up and crossed the bed in search of Crono's comforting warmth. Not finding him, she jerked her eyes open. She leaned over and her heart was wracked with a painful shudder as the tears struggled to come. "As in my other life, you've left me in heat. At least this time, I enjoyed your kisses, caresses and desire, Crono," she murmured regretfully, her eyes glassy, letting out a heavy sigh filled with a mixture of melancholy and nostalgia. Crono's absence from the bed was discouraging her.
Just then, Freya felt the door open. She quickly pulled a sheet over herself, as if to hide not only her nakedness, but also the vulnerability that enveloped her. She gasped and her heart leapt as she saw Crono enter, a tray of food in one hand and a pitcher of juice in the other. Freya, clinging to the savannah, looked at him with a mixture of emotions ranging from surprise to curiosity to see him so kind to her.
"Why are you crying, my beast? It's because I got out of bed, went to my room, washed up, changed my clothes and got something to eat. It's past noon, my stomach's growling because I haven't eaten since yesterday, and you need to get your strength back.
"I thought you'd gone and left me alone in the middle of my heat," she said, reluctantly wiping away a few lonely tears that slid down her face.
Crono, with a smile on his face, approached her and placed the tray with the jug on the table. He sat down at the end of the bed, took her face in both hands and stared at her.
"I'm not going to let you out of my life, engrave it in your mind," he said, kissing her tenderly, "Come, let's eat to regain our energy, then retire to our room.
"What room? Crono, just because I'm horny doesn't mean I've forgiven everything you've done to me. I'm not moving from here," he grumbles, crossing his arms.
"There's no point in discussing it. Come with me to the conjugal chamber, remember you're a wife. Now, let's eat," she declared with determination. He took the tray and placed it in front of them on the bed. He then poured a cup of coffee and handed it to her, followed by a spoonful of vegetable cream which he positioned near her mouth.
"Wife by agreement you say and I can eat alone," he protested, frowning.
"Open your mouth, Freya. I don't want to argue with you," he insisted, his tone firm, making it clear that he wasn't ready to give in just yet.
Resigned to the audacity of the dominant man in front of her, Freya let herself be pampered. After sharing a meal, he helped her wash and put on comfortable pyjamas. But Freya's surprise came when Crono took her in his arms and led her into his bedroom. The unexpected gesture left her speechless, but as she found herself in Crono's strong arms, she began to feel warmer and to feel a throbbing desire inside her.
"You're taking advantage of me, because I'm horny, weak and wanting you, aren't you?" Her voice, tender and gentle, awakens Crono's manhood.
Arriving in the bedroom, Crono closed the door with his feet, threw her gently onto the bed and, like a hungry wolf, mounted her, devouring her lips and tearing her pyjamas. They looked at each other, their tongues exploring every nook and cranny of their mouths.
Three days of rutting passed frantically. Crono, leaving the room to give orders to Dionysus, telling him what to do and making sure the herd was in order, also went out to fetch food and water. Meanwhile, Freya chose to rest during the brief moments when the rut gave way. The room was a silent witness to the intensity of these days.