84 iv. Morals

She woke and found herself floating, she blinked and realized she was being carried by someone.

She panicked and squirmed in his arms, making the person carrying her look at her. Their size difference became even more apparent this way.

“What are you doing?” her eyes settled on his golden orbs as he frowned at seeing her panicked state.

“Bringing you home,” he said casually, stopping from walking as he continued to stare.

“How- how did you know where I live?” she felt her heart start to throb desperately against her chest.

“You told me before you fell asleep. You even handed me your house keys. Have you forgotten?” he dangled her keys in front of her.

“I- I don’t remember,” she felt her cheeks burn. Did she really do all that before falling asleep?

Or will someone like him have rummaged through her wallet and her pockets? But someone like him will never have to do that, she justified.

She was his fan, not the other way around. She was the one stalking this marvelous man she has been crushing on for years. There is no way in all the world that can be reversed.

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A man like him, in the world that he lives in, will never even give someone like her a second look. She is neither pretty nor successful, just a plain-looking girl with nothing to boast about.

Someone like him will never stalk her or say lies to cover up anything. A man like him will never do those things to her.

He is someone who can have any woman willingly surrender herself to him. So why would he have to do that?

It is like saying a king would desire his servant. It is impossible and doesn’t make any sense.

She gulped and accepted that what he said must be true. She wondered why she keep forgetting things where he is involved. It scares her.

He let out a charming smile, “Should I carry you now? It is getting cold outside, I’ll rather you don’t get sick.”

“No, please. I can walk,” she insisted.

His facial expression changed for a moment. His eyes flickered with disappointment, hurt, and anger. But before she can figure it out, he has returned to his facade.

She blinked, she probably imagined it again. She sighed when her shoes touched the ground. She really is hopeless. Seeing things that are not there.

She realized it is already so late when she glanced around and saw that it was already very dark. Her house is not far from the restaurant, has he been staring again at her the whole time? Why hasn’t he woken her up?

She shook her head, and reminded her of her place. This man was just being nice, he was too shy to wake her up. What else can there be for an explanation?

He saved her ass just earlier today and even paid for a nice dinner. It is her fault for drowsing off. So why is she trying to pin the blame on him? She castigated herself.

He accompanied her to her door as she gingerly opened it with her keys. The awkward silence greeted them both when she stepped in.

She wanted to invite him for coffee at least for all the trouble she caused him today but the time is already very late. She felt it will not be proper to invite him over, especially since she lives alone.

“Can I have a cup of coffee? If you don’t mind, of course. It is already so late and I would have to drive for some hours more. I might need some caffeine to keep me awake while driving,” he said when she hesitated.

She stepped back and waited for him to come over. When he came in, his head nearly touched the ceiling.

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She felt embarrassed that her apartment is too small for him. She looked down at her feet, unable to meet his eyes.

“I’m sorry, my house is too small,” she apologized, motioning for him to sit on the sofa.

“No need to apologize. I should be the one ashamed asking for coffee when I knew you were a bit uncomfortable around me,” he felt bile on his lips as he said it.

Seeing her like this, obviously trying to get away from him. He couldn’t help it. How else will he react? He is disappointed in her and in their situation.

He loves her so much and all he wanted is to be buried inside her the moment he finally saw her again, but she doesn’t even seem to like being near him. It is as if all she wanted is to run as far away from him as possible.

“No, I should have offered in the first place. It is just that I hesitated since I’m alone,” she looked up at him and apologized.

His smile widened. So she waited. She has no husband, no boyfriend. Judging from the way she hesitated, she must still be unplucked. He can almost taste it, gods help his soul.

But he couldn’t help but visualize taking her all over again. Making her his. Marking her. Making her realize there can be no one else but him in her life.

Her apartment is a bit too small, the proper term should be, a bachelor’s pad. But he wouldn’t like to correct her, whatever she liked to call this little space, then it is what it is.

He adjusted his belt as she went to the kitchen counter pouring water on her kettle, his eyes trailing on her curves. He wanted nothing more but to bend her over on that little countertop and to fuck her senseless.

His eyes traveled into the small ‘apartment’ of hers and saw her bed in the corner. It was unmade, the covers were ruffled and her blanket was draped across a lone chair in front of what seemed to be her study table.

He opened his shirt a bit finding it hard to breathe as he undid his two buttons. His palm tightened into a fist, trying to fight off the maddening thoughts that entered his brain.

His slacks tightened considerably as his cock pressed desperately against his constraints. Even loosening up his belt is not enough. Having her so near without being able to touch her made him feel like he will for sure lose his mind.

She is so near him, and the place where she slept the night before was just waiting to be occupied by the both of them. He knew he would be able to smell her scent there. There he can fuck her senseless like he did so many times before.

She came back with a cup of coffee in her hand. He wanted to feel sympathy for the state of her living quarters but he couldn’t. All he wanted is to fuck her right then and there as she screamed and lose her mind.

She smiled at him, handing him the cup of coffee. His hand gripped hers, and her fingers shook. He smiled as he realized, she is affected. Still so affected by his touch.

She can lose all her memories of all the other worlds they have been in. But she has been bred and trained to react to him as she did now.

Her body will constantly feel the need to belong to him. Her body will crave him almost as much as he craves her. He made sure of that.

He made sure not even death can make her forget how to react to his touch. It seems like his hard work has paid off. Now he just has to wait.

“I- I’m sorry,” her cheeks blushed, not knowing why she stammered once again. She has no speech defect, she reminded herself. So why? Why does she keep stammering in his presence?

“No, it is fine,” his gaze followed her as she went back to her kitchen space, just a few feet from him really.

This so-called ‘apartment’ by her doesn’t even have partitions. His gaze followed her as she hurriedly returned with kitchen towels.

He would have volunteered to wipe the spilled coffee on her tabletop. But why would he do that? When seeing her so unnerved by him makes him feel so happy. Plus the view of seeing her movements as she wiped the table clean is priceless.

He watched as she wiped the table, her boobs jiggling a bit as she did it so hurriedly. He took the cup away and took a sip, imagining himself drinking milk from her bosoms.

That’s why he loves making her pregnant. Never mind they have to raise those little demons. The abundance of milk he would have once she lactates. Fuck, thinking about that just made him harder!

His grip tightened on his cup. He cleared his throat and asked to be excused. He needed to use the bathroom, or he will have to bend her over and take her regardless of her feelings.

She showed him the bathroom, and left him as he entered. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were murky gold, laden with desire. He gripped the sink, his breathing tensed and deep.

On his right is a covered basket, he hurriedly flipped it open. And he was right. It is where she kept her used clothes. He dug deeper and found what he was looking for.

He sniffed the silky material and gripped it tightly in his hand. He opened the folded thing and saw the part that covered her slit. He sniffed it like some addict sniffing off marijuana.

He licked the part that he knew touched her soft opening, and he swore when he tasted her there. She was waiting for him too, excited for when her juices will be lapped up once again.

No, it wasn’t the wolf convincing him this time. He doesn’t need it to convince himself, her dried pent-up juices finding contact with his tongue proved his point.

He hurriedly unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, pulling them down until they reached his knee. He held his thick length in his hand and imagined fucking her, using her panties as he slide it up and down his shaft.

Soon his movements were faster and more deliberate as he let himself be in the moment, deriving pleasure as his thick cum covered her underwear.

He panted hard as he looked at her panties. Soon it will be her pussy covered in his cum. He couldn’t wait to do that.

He threw her panty back on the basket without care and picked up a new lacy underwear. He pocketed her dirty panties inside his pocket and opened the door to find her.

He smiled seeing that she had fallen asleep on the sofa. His beautiful innocent queen sleeping soundly and so peacefully

He debated on what to do. He can just watch her sleep, right? He can content himself with watching her sleep beside him.

Or maybe he can do more? But if he did, he won’t be able to stop. He will be violating her peaceful slumber and taking advantage of the situation.

If she wakes and finds him doing something to her, no explanation can be reasonable enough to save him. She will hate him.

He clenched his fist as he fought the urge to fuck her right then and there. Fuck morals! The gods know he doesn’t have one!