The Werewolf King's Bride

(From Demetrius's Perspective)

"It's bleeding...," she mumbled, covering the wound with her handkerchief.

I only observed her face and was quite amused seeing how worried she was for me. She did not even notice me staring at her as she kept talking and bandaging my fist with her handkerchief, but kept failing.

"Why aren't you saying anything? How to stop the bleeding...?"

"Don't do this."

"What...?"

"You don't have to do this," I said calmly. "Leave it. It will heal on its own."

"But... the blood... It's bleeding a lot..."

"It's not a lot."

She did not listen to me, but rather kept on gently wiping the blood. I went to meet the duke when I found out that he caught someone who was keeping an eye on my wife with the help of a mage. Luc had not been around her these days since we gave him a vacation. That was why we could not even know that someone was spying on us.

The person who was keeping an eye on her turned out to be my uncle. It was because he wanted to do something to us since he suspected that I killed his son. Well, I did kill his son, Isaac. But it was not like I did it without a reason. He made a grave mistake.

That bastard uncle of mine was not just someone who wanted to revenge for his son. He even was a pervert. He kept talking about how much he had seen of my wife's naked body when she was in the shower.

'That disgusting fat asshole!'

In the heat of the moment, I killed him in a flash with my sword. But I still could not calm down. Even if I stabbed him hundreds of times, I would not be able to calm down.

She was attentively trying to bandage the wound again after failing several times. I touched below her chin with my finger and held her face up. She looked at me with her lips pouted. She always did that when she was confused.

Keeping my eyes on her, I dropped the cigar on the floor and put out the fire with my boot. Her blue eyes looked even more confused and surprising, but daring.

"Dem... The blood..."

Her expression was so endearing that I could not control myself anymore. I bent my neck and pressed my lips on her pink ones. She was taken aback and could not balance herself. She surely did not expect it at all. But I caught her in time before she could fall and pressed her gently against my table.

How could some other man see her body? Only I had the right to see her, touch her and taste her. Even the thought of someone else seeing her the way only I could see her made me angrier.

"Haa..."

I picked her up and placed her on the table while not stopping kissing her. She grabbed the front of my shirt tightly as her whole body was shaking. Her reaction was stronger than usual.

It was kind of like she had an aphrodisiac.

I pulled away, giving her a chance to breathe. Her face looked red and she was panting. Just as I thought, she had an aphrodisiac.

"Why did you have an aphrodisiac?" I asked.

"... What?"

"I asked why. Or did someone feed you?"

"I... don't know... Ha, my body... It feels so hot..."

So, someone did feed her. But why would someone give her aphrodisiac? It was not like she was going to go near any men and they could take advantage of her. It kind of felt like someone knew that she was going to be near me only and wanted us to have sex.

'What kind of baseless intention is that? How would someone else know in the first place that we don't have sex these days? And why would someone care about our sex life? There must be some other reason.'

"Dem... It wasn't like this before... But now, my body..."

"It's alright. I will make you feel okay," I said.

"Your hand... B-Bandage it..."

"You did well," I said. "And besides, it's almost healed. Don't worry."

She tried to say something else as well. But I did not give her the chance and kissed her. Even though it was her who took the aphrodisiac, I felt like it was me who was more aroused. We did not do it in a long time. It was impossible just to think of keeping my hands off her for that long. But I made myself not to touch her because her life was more important.

If it was an aphrodisiac, then if I made her climax once or twice, it would wear off. We did not have to go all the way. But what would happen after that? Were we never going to do it again?

'Ugh, let's not think of that now. I should focus on the current situation now.'

I decided to touch her as less as possible. Or I would want her even more and it would be very hard for me.

I pulled her dress up to her thighs. Her coat had already fallen to the ground. I had not noticed it before, but she looked amazing today.

I found her panty as soon as possible and started rubbing over it. She moaned in the kiss and bit on my lips. I restrained myself from doing something I should not.

My lips left hers and I bent in front of her, holding her thighs with both of my hands. She bit on her bottom lip and kept her eyes on me. The lewd face she was making was driving me out of my mind. How was I even going to hold back in a situation like this?

I ripped the panty and threw it aside and licked the place. She moaned loudly and held my hair with her hand.

Every time my tongue swirled over her bud, her entire body shook as cries of pleasure left her mouth.

"Ah... Mm..."

I knew every single part of her, where she felt good, how she preferred to be touched. I even knew what her reaction would be if I touched a particular place.

"Dem... huh..."

She moved her hips uncontrollably. Every time I watched her reaction, I felt satisfied and it turned me on even more. I wanted to do bad things to her. I wanted to break every single barrier that was between us. Holding back was just too hard, even harder than I expected.

"Not so... Your... um..."

I was the one touching her, but in my mind, I was thinking about what her reaction would be if someone else touched her. Would she moan like this? Would she move her body like this? More importantly, would she let him touch her like this?

My head started boiling with anger. I started sucking her aggressively. She raised her hips as seductive moans slipped through her lips.

"Ahh! Uh... huh..."

'No one can touch her other than me! No one can see her like this! It's just me! It always has to be me! There is never going to be a time when she will be with another man other than me! Actually, she can only be with me, she has to stay with me!

I never had anyone who I could call my own. But now that I have someone like that, I cannot let that person go no matter what. I will have her and keep her with me, like a bird that cannot get out of its cage... Yes, that is what she is going to be.'

It did not take long for her to reach a climax. But her condition did not improve. She looked to be still in heat. And it was worse than before.

Now I was truly worried. What kind of aphrodisiac did she take? The effect of an aphrodisiac usually wore off after reaching a climax once or twice. The strongest one took more time to wear off, but it would also not be more than three hours. The most important thing about aphrodisiacs was that the effect kept decreasing with time. But this time, it was different.

It looked like the effect was getting stronger.

It was not impossible. But that kind of aphrodisiac was illegal. I banned them five years ago. These types of aphrodisiacs were bad for health. If not taken care of properly, they harmed the person's health, and one even developed a chronic illness. And it was made for women only.

After observing her, it was clear that she had taken that aphrodisiac.

This aphrodisiac gained fame very quickly among couples because the effect wore off only if the mate of the woman ejaculated inside her. At that time, they did not know what it was doing to the women. They bought it because they thought it was romantic.

But in reality, it was not. It was dangerous and harmful.