Bella was perplexed. She had climaxed multiple times, yet Gary hadn't cum, not even once. Despite all the heat, the friction, the way their bodies moved together, he held back. The thought gnawed at her: Was she failing to please him?
Her lips still wrapped around his cock, she slowed, her mind drifting. The moment Gary noticed her hesitation, he pulled her up by her hips, wrenching her mouth free before crushing his lips to hers in a deep, possessive kiss.
"What's on your mind?" he murmured against her ear.
Bella's voice wavered, small and vulnerable. "I-I've come so many times… but you haven't. Are you… not enjoying this?"
Gary laughed, a low, rough sound that vibrated through her. "It's not that I'm not feeling good,my bella. It's that I feel too good. I want this, you, to last forever. If I let go, I'd have filled that tight pussy of yours a dozen times already."
He nipped her earlobe, his voice dropping to a growl. "But I'm a werewolf, remember? My stamina isn't human. If I came unchecked, I'd drown you in my seed."
Heat flooded Bella's cheeks. Suddenly, she pushed away, scrambling off the bed. Gary's eyes darkened as she stood before him, one leg planted firmly, the other lifted, her glistening pussy on full display. Her chest heaved, her gaze locked onto his with desperate submission.
"Then fill me, Gary," she begged, her voice trembling. "My womb, my body, my mind, they're all yours. I love you. So claim me. Flood me until I can't hold another drop… until your scent is the only thing left inside me."
Hearing her words, my cock swelled even harder. I stood abruptly, gripping the leg she'd hooked in the air, and in one fluid motion, I slid deep inside her.
"Ah!" Her moan fractured into a gasp as I pinned her against the wall in a standing position. The force of our bodies colliding echoed through the room—thud… thud… thud ,each thrust wringing another breathless cry from her lips.
"Gary, I'm-I'm cumming…!"
Her plea sent a lightning strike down my spine. With a growl, I buried myself to the hilt, releasing my seed in hot, pulsing waves. I painted her pussy white, filling her womb to the brim until it dripped down her thighs. But I wasn't satisfied ,not even close.
I pulled out only to claim her again, this time bending her over the bed, her ass raised in shameless invitation. The slap of flesh against flesh mingled with her whimpers as I drove into her, relentless. We moved to the sofa, then back to the bed, her on top now, riding me with hips that rolled like a tempest. Every bounce made her breasts jiggle, one caught between my teeth as I sucked her nipple taut.
Her moans climbed higher, her body trembling. "G-Gray!"
I flipped her beneath me again, lifting her clean off the mattress to fuck her midair, her legs wrapped around my waist. The wet sounds of our joining, the musk of sweat and sex, the way her juices slicked our thighs, it was intoxicating. I pistoned into her like a man possessed, chasing a pleasure that burned beyond the heavens themselves.
While Gray and Bella were enjoying the most intimate moments of their lives, a tense situation had begun to unfold just outside the grand entrance of White Wolf City.
A crowd had gathered near the only open gate, facing directly toward Gray and Bella's new home. The other gates remained sealed shut, only open when response to emergency. Now, with just one entry point accessible, a mix of people had assembled there, each driven by different motives.
Some wore tattered clothes, faces hardened by life's hardships. Others arrived in finer garments, merchants and traders, hopeful to resume business. A few were simply families, relatives of those who lived within the newly transformed city. Many of them had been gone for work, travel, or trade and had returned only to find a city reborn, unrecognizable.
From outside, the towering white marble walls shimmered in the sunlight, exuding a divine aura of prestige and grandeur. The crowd murmured among themselves, disoriented and confused.
"Is this really the same place?"
"Where did this city come from? How did we miss it before?"
The old Greenwood City had once been modest, riddled with poverty and decay that was visible even from a distance. But now… everything had changed. The outer world could no longer see what lay beyond the walls. The entire city was hidden behind a fortress of shining white, impossible to overlook, yet equally impossible to understand.
Some in the crowd tried to question the guards stationed at the gate. There were four of them, dressed in pure white robes, unarmed, standing motionless like divine sentinels.
But those who had been there for a few days already knew not to push their luck.
A few days earlier, a rough-looking man known as a powerful merchant from a nearby city had tried to force his way in. He had dismissed the guards' silence as weakness. That was a mistake.
He and his men were brutally thrown out, not just defeated, but humiliated. Their bodies were torn by claw marks. Some were barely breathing. One man had his head crushed into the pavement. As for the merchant himself, the guards had kicked him square in the crotch and tossed him aside like trash.
The only words the guards had spoken that day were:
"No one enters without orders from the Boss."
Since then, the guards hadn't said a single word. They stood silently, their eyes empty but unwavering, stationed in front of the sealed marble gates.
Now, the people outside could only speculate. Some waited with hope. Others had given up and left. But a stubborn few remained—camped outside the walls, building temporary shelters, watching, waiting for any sign the gate would open again.
Not all of them were innocent.
While many were merchants or townsfolk, others harbored sinister intentions. Greedy eyes stared at the marble walls, imagining the gold, silver, and riches hidden inside. Some planned to climb over the walls with ladders. Others whispered of breaking through or sneaking in somehow.
As the crowd murmured and plotted, something shifted.
A black and gold carriage appeared, approaching the city's only gate. It moved slowly, its wheels silent on the dirt road. When it stopped a few meters from the guards, the emblem engraved on its side came into full view.
The crest of the Lenver noble family.
A hush fell over the crowd.
"The Lenvers?"
"What are they doing here?"
"Are they going to be let in?"
All eyes locked on the carriage, breath held in anticipation.
And so, the drama at the gates of White Wolf City continued to unfold...