Miracle of the Moon Goddess

5: The first acceptance

It’s like I’m taking my first look at the bear shifter in front of me. I’ve never noticed Bjørnar’s beauty before, but now I’m in awe of his long, dark blond hair and green eyes. His well-trimmed big beard is impressive and amplifies how wild he looks. I’ve always found him handsome, but I didn’t look further than that since it was taboo. I’m royalty and he’s a slave.

Unable to stop myself, I touch his chest, sneaking two fingers underneath the buttoned opening. I moan when my fingers reach his warm skin and the curls of his chest hair. The need to find out if he’s a wild, rugged man in every possible way runs through my body, and my core suddenly becomes wet from arousal.

What’s happening to me?

Forcing myself to take my hand from him, I look up at his face. There I find a smile that can melt anyone. The effect it has on my body is indeed vital, as the tingling sensation already building between my legs becomes stronger. I’ve never felt a need like this before, and I’ve known this man for years!

‘Mate!’ I want to shout my wolf’s word out loud, but how can I? Is it safe?

“Stupid girl, of course, it is. He wouldn’t have touched you if he knew you weren’t alone…”

She’s right. If anyone finds out how intimate he’s carrying me, the outcome would be devastating. No one would have sent Bjørnar to help me to bed if there were elves around. No one would have touched me if anyone could discover us.

The truth hits me as hard as everything else has done today. I’ve learned too many things I should have known earlier. Nevertheless, the shock of it all helps me release the word I want to utter to him.

“Mate,” I whisper, and his smile brightens with a joy I haven’t seen on his face since we were young.

“Mate,” he confirms and puts me into my bed. Only then do I notice I’m half-naked with only my undershift on. In a way, it’s embarrassing, but at the same time, I don’t care. I rather rip off the little fabric left on my body than hide my body from him. I want him to touch me, to feel his skin glide against mine, and I want to…

My thoughts disappear as he bends down for a deep kiss. As our lips meet, I groan into his mouth. I’ve never felt like this before! I’ve never felt the need to be so close to anyone, and it feels soooo good! The way his lips almost bruise mine and the softness of his beard tickles me gently, sending shivers over my skin.

When his tongue wants to explore my lips, I let him in and fall deeper into the sensation of him. A burning need builds up in my body, and I can’t get enough of him. Earlier today, the thought of s*x was far away from my mind, but the consequences be damned! I’ve never felt so alive before!

Releasing me from his kiss, Bjørnar takes a moment to study me. He looks practically giddy, but still there is something holding him back. I lift myself for another kiss, but he doesn’t meet me.

“I’m sorry, Celeste. I’ve longed to kiss you for so long I couldn’t hold back.” His dark voice booms through my body, and I lift my hand to touch his chest again. I glide it up to his face, loving his rugged bear charm.

“How long have you known?” I ask him. He leans into my hand and closes his eyes.

“Since my first shift. I think it’s been five years for me.” That explains the distance in the last few years and why he always seemed sad. He’s known about us being mates for so long. Opening his eyes, we stare at each other for a long time, drinking each other in.

Shifting, he gets ready to leave my bed, but I’m not prepared to let him go. Scrambling for his hand before he can leave, I pull him towards me. Bjørnar is one of the most muscular men I know, but his body doesn’t let him fight me as I pull him back into the bed. This time he’s not sitting on the edge, but he gets entirely in my bed. He cages me in with his body, and I love it.

“Please,” I plead, not knowing what I’m begging for; I just need to have him close, to feel his warmth.

“If I stay, I might do something you will regret,” his voice is husky, and his erection lays hard against my thigh. “You need to know what this means. You need to know how significant…”

“I won’t regret anything,” I interrupt, running my hand through his hair. “How can I regret your touch?” I ask him truthfully, and he chuckles and kisses my nose.

“I’m not the only one,” he whispers in my ear, reminding me of the mystery man I saw earlier today. The dark, enticing man I had to turn away from before I did something stupid. Something stupid like I’m about to do with Bjørnar. My hips rock underneath the big man. My body doesn’t care how wrong this is.

“I need you. I’ve never felt like this before. Touch me,” I beg, and he gives me a low rumble into my neck, making me shiver.

“I have to….” his voice reveals that he can barely restrain himself. “... warn you.”

“Do it,” I moan as I lift the gray shirt over his abs, letting my fingers follow every bulk of his muscles. “But don’t stop touching me.”

Stopping long enough for us to sit up, he tosses his shirt off. It falls next to my pillow. Together we work on his pants and my under shift. I can see him making sure we don’t make any tears in my clothes before he bends his head to devour my mouth again. We are both sitting naked; letting our hands roam each other’s bodies. His big hands follow my curves, one cupping my breast and carefully circling my n****e with his thumb. The jolt of pleasure is nothing like I’ve felt before.

Feeling the perfection of his body, I open my legs to straddle him, but he stops me. “You’re not ready, my love,” he groans and looks down at his c**k. I follow his gaze and swallow hard. He is more significantly sized than I expected, but I’ve never seen one before, so what do I know? Almost with shaking hands, I reach down to him, curious about how he feels.

When my fingertips reach for the tip, his body reacts to my touch, and it fascinates me to no end. Getting more confident, I grab around his girth. His skin is so soft and silky! I drag my hand around his length, and Bjørnar splutters, clearly enjoying being touched. It almost feels like he grows even more extensive, and the thought of it both terrifies me and arouses me even more.

“S-s-stop!” Bjørnar stammers and I look up at him. I stop moving my hand, but I don’t lift my hand away from his throbbing c**k. “You are not ready, and if you keep doing this, I might lose control. I’ve longed for this for so long. Celeste, I want your first time to be something you enjoy,” as he speaks, he becomes calmer, and he removes my hand from his erection.

Kissing me, he makes me lean back to the bed again. Leaving my mouth, he starts a trail of kisses down my body. What he will do to me? There is nothing to do but to enjoy every touch he makes. I wouldn’t mind him filling me up already. I’ve never been so soaked for anyone before. Still, I don’t complain as this feels nice too.

Licking the side of my belly, he blows a cold breeze against the damp surface, and my hips respond by lifting from the mattress. He chuckles at my reaction before he opens up my legs and does the same to my exposed labia. Again I buckle, but his hands hold me steady on the mattress.

Leaning in between my legs, I almost shout as I realize what he is about to do. He’s going to kiss me down there! He’s not rushing into it, but teases me. I shiver from the breeze of him taking in my scent before his tongue parts my lips. Not knowing what to do with myself, I grab onto the sheets, knuckles white. I hold my breath when the build-up gets too intense. I don’t want to scream out my pleasure for everyone to hear.

I have touched myself with my fingers before, but it’s nothing like the way Bjørnar makes me feel. His tongue licks between my folds repeatedly. Finding the clit, he circles it with his tongue before his entire mouth descends over me. I moan, unable to hold my breath anymore, and when the tip of one finger enters me, I’m all done.

I’ve had orgasms before, but it’s nothing like this, nothing as intense, and nothing as good. Letting me ride the wave of my orgasm, Bjørnar slowly brings his finger in and out of me, sinking deeper each time. When he deems me ready, he adds another finger, and together with what his tongue does, I’m soon on my next orgasm.

Satisfied with his work, he gives me a last kiss before sliding up so we are face to face again. He dries his beard on his shirt, but it doesn’t remove the smug smile on his face.

“Celeste, do you still want to do this? Are you ready?” he asks. Still panting from the last orgasm, I can only nod before he kisses me. I can taste the saltiness of myself on his lips.

Leaning on one arm, he slowly moves between my legs. I rock my hips, not having the patience. The need for him to fill me up is as strong as ever. Instead of positioning himself at my entrance, he drags his c**k along my labia and strokes his tip against my clit. We both groan in promised pleasure.

I release the sheets embedded in my hands to touch my bear. My hands follow Bjørnar’s arms, over his neck, and into his wild hair. I tangle the hair between my fingers, as the power of his body becomes centered on me and my pleasure.

With solid and slow movements, his c**k slides in, and a sense of peace enters my mind. An understanding of our needs being fulfilled. But it is a wild type of peace, so I meet his movement when he sets up his pace, letting him enter me deeper than I thought possible. The bed shifts under us as it gives in to the added weight of my big bear.

Overwhelmed by sensation, I barely notice my teeth getting longer. I didn’t think it was possible here in a moonless world, but I guess marking a mate does not require a complete shift. As we are about to c*m together, I’m ready to pierce his skin and set my mark, but he stops my bite at the last minute. The orgasm still slams into my body, but it is not the same, and I’m bereft of something I don’t understand.