8 Forced Pleasure

He had been tracking his female's scent for days when he located her. Immediately he recognized who she was and what she meant to him. It had taken him awhile to realize that the circling path she was wondering could only mean that she was lost.

Amazing, he had never known any of their kind to be lost. She was obviously young.

Panic had struck him for a moment that she would be too young. However further study of her scent established her age to be well into her breeding years. As he had gotten closer to her he could smell her fear when she realized she was being tracked and was running from him.

The beast in him gloried at the chase. He had gotten his first look at her when she entered the clearing. She was so small and delicate looking. Surely he had been mistaking, fate surely would not have picked such a creature for one such as he. He had almost stopped for one breathtaking moment just to fill his eyes with her. He had waited so long for her and now she was but a moment away. When she spotted him she raced for the cover of the trees.

He stopped for a second and raised his nose in the air and reveled at her smell. No power on earth could stop him from surging towards her.

He grabbed her hard from behind slamming them both against a large and unyielding tree. The moment he had touched her, he knew that she was his and he would not be letting her go.

He pinned her between himself and the tree. She was trembling and he could smell her fear.

He did not like her being afraid of him. He was meant to protect her. But he understood that until she accepted him as her master, her fear of him would help control her. He began whispering soft words of assurance in her ear.

Ever so softly he pulled her long flowing hair from her nape. Still murmuring softly he bent down and pulled the scent of her neck through his nostrils.

With small soft strokes of his tongue he lapped gently at her neck. He started suckling on her tender skin leaving possessive red welts along her neck, collar bone, and fragile jaw. Suddenly a blinding pain wracked his ribs as she struck him with her elbow. He doubled over as she whipped away from him. His arm jerked out and grabbed her arm.

She tried to twist from him but fell. She landed on her back and immediately sprang into a sitting position. He snarled his displeasure at her attempts to escape him. He glared down at her angling his head he emitted a low and menacing rumble from deep in his chest.

She started scooting backwards away from him like a crab, afraid to turn her back towards him. As she moved he stared at her face for the first time. She was stunning.

She had a heart shaped face with full red lips that were shaped for kissing and sucking a man's c*ck. Yes, sucking his c*ck. Her dark blue eyes that were almost too big for her face, were fringed with dark eyelashes. Her eyebrows were dark blond, several shades darker than her hair. Most of the soft waiving locks cascaded down her back while some spilled over her shoulder and curled around her breast.

His gaze slid from her face to her breast. As though they had a mind of their own he could see them swell. They were small like her, but they would be enough for him to enjoy. The nipples hardened and he could see them through her dress. Dark red like berries, begging him to suckle them. He felt his c*ck go rock hard and before he could stop it a low growl of rolled from him. This time in pleasure.

"My family will come for me." Her voice matched her appearance, soft and delicate. He had no doubt that her family would come for her. In all his travels over the span of two millennia he had never scented one such as her. She must be very rare.

"Let them come. It will no matter." He stepped towards her. The sooner she accepted that she was his, the better. He wondered if she already had a male somewhere. If she did, he would enjoy killing him.

Fierce possessiveness rolled through him. Something of his thoughts must have passed over his face because she gave a startled cry. She lunged from her back onto her knees and tried to spring into a run. He lunged forward and grabbed her ankle's. He pulled her legs back towards him. Dragging her face down onto the soft grass. Using his body to keep her down he slowly moved up over her back. He shifted enough above her so he could rip her dress from her leaving only her sweet a*s encased in lacy white panties.

He began touching her and stroking her every inch from her heels up to the back of her neck and back down again. His tongue swirled tracing imaginary symbols along her velvet skin. She quivered and tried to move away from him and the sensations he was creating in her young body.

"Let me go and I will not tell." She tried to bargain with him when her struggles did not gain her release but seemed to excite him even more.

"You will never have to tell them, because I will." He growled in her ear. With one hand he pushed on her lower back trapping her on the ground and with the other hand he twisted her hair in his fist and pulled her head back. He growled has he bit the left side of her exposed neck. He flexed his jaw lightly sinking his teeth around her jugular vein until she stilled. He began to nudge her thighs apart using his strength to keep her pinned.

"I will never let you see any of them again until your belly is swollen with my seed and your spirit is submitted to me." It took her a moment to understand his words from his heavy accent. When their meaning penetrated her mind she began to cry and thrash wildly under his heavy frame. He heard her gasp when she realized he meant to take her right there.

"Shh, I wish to taste you." She started to struggle harder causing him to bite into her soft slim thigh until she stilled. She had struggled longer than most would have and he had been forced to break her skin. The smell of her blood so close to her sex was sending him into a sexual frenzy. He did want not hurt her, but she must learn not to deny him. He started speaking to her in a low melodic voice. Trying to calm her he moved slow and gentle. His body was screaming for him to take her hard and fast. But, his mind was warning him of how soft and delicate she was how easy he could hurt her young womb. Her scent swirled around him reminding him of how rare she was. Her family must have treated her as the most special of all creatures. But, they had left her unprotected. Something he would never do. She would be his, he would never let her from his site. The only way she would be away from his site was if she had to take a piss. Hell, he didn't mind watching his woman piss, on second thought he could think of no reason for her to be away from his side. He pushed her legs wide enough apart to allow his mouth to lick at the satin crotch of her small lace panties. A low growl of approval escaped him as he scented her innocence. He could feel her tremble as his tongue warmed her through her panties. Her small body tensed trying to override the pleasurable sensation.

Her breast began to swell and feel heavy. She could not seem to stop herself fro grinding her tender nipples into the dirt. She heard a noise that sounded like an animal in need. It stunned her to realize the sound was coming from her. She groaned with humiliation at the though that she had no control over her body. His tongue began to lap at her growing wetness through her panties. One hand held tightly to her slim thigh while the fingers of his other hand began to press rhythmically into her tight pussy. She could feel her blood pulse in between her legs.