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Serafina wore a blue flower and white sundress that nicely showed off some cleavage while not making her seem too slutty. She tweeted to the world that she was off to Greece to get away and would be back to record her new album for next year.
Serafina landed in Greece in the early AM. Her friend Crysta, a famous American model, picked her up in her limo and they drove to a villa on Santorini. The ivory white stone and sapphire blue domes of the buildings perfectly matched the sapphire clear waters of the island. Serafina felt like she was stepping into a Greek Myth, that she would see a siren or nymphs playing in the waters or meet a god in disguise on the road and be ravished.
Crysta had beautiful ebony skin with tightly curly black hair like an African princess and full pillowy lips and big round brown eyes. With her bone structure she could be a descendent of Nefertiti, Egyptian Queen. If she shaved her head then she could wear the queen’s head dress.
Crysta, like most celebrities and the 1%, had a pet werewolf but also like many she treated hers more like an animal. Crysta’s werewolf was a fair skinned female named Kenya. Serafina shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the young woman next to her wearing a diamond studded collar glowered at the floor of the limo. She was willowy, pretty with pale skin and shoulder length brown hair that shined like bronze in the light.
When Kenya looked up at her she had the greenest eyes Serafina had ever seen. They were like two precious stones that gleamed sadly in the light. Crysta caught her pet watching them.
“Don’t worry,” Crysta took out a little remote that looked suited to be a car alarm. Kenya’s emerald eyes widened as Crysta pressed a button and the werewolf female jerked and whimpered.
“I have one of those handy shock collars,” Crysta smiled as her pet twitched on the seat. “Kenya has been misbehaving recently. She bit my assistant just last month close to full moon.”
Serafina’s throat went dry as she croaked, “What happened to your assistant?”
Crysta shrugged her sloping dark shoulders.
“Possibly on someone else’s leash or put down,” Crysta reasoned rather casually that made Serafina’s skin crawl. “Newly made werewolves can be quite rabid you know.”
Most werewolves nowadays were domesticated through selective breeding. Pureblood werewolves had the most potent bites being descended from Alphas. Alphas were the first werewolf breeds, not one trace of human breeding within the blood line. Like purebred dogs, Alphas were often bred with their own relatives to keep their blood untainted by diluted bloodlines.
Serafina tensed in her seat as she felt her stomach churn at the sight of the poor collared werewolf female start to drool on the leather seat. Had sleeping with her own pet caused her to feel such sympathy?
“So where’s your pet? I thought you’d be bringing him here for a Full Moon Party,” Crysta asked excitedly.
Serafina took a deep breath to try and slow her pulse that quickened in the past few minutes. She smiled then said, “Cash hates flying.”
“Why not tranquilize him?” Crysta asked, raising a perfectly trimmed eyebrow.
“I don’t like doing that,” Serafina said frankly.
Crysta stared at Serafina for a long time then finally shrugged with a smile. They continued the ride with Crysta mostly talking about this big party happening tonight at the Greek villa they were staying at.
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Serafina was jet lagged after her flight. Crysta said they were staying with an American actor, Garrett Ransom at his villa so they could rest before the party tonight.
“They’re saying he’s the next big thing,” Crysta said with her brown eyes sparkling. “He’ll have his name on the Hollywood Walk of Fame soon.”
“Really?” Serafina yawned already thinking about the soft bed she was going to sleep in. She had heard of Garrett Ransom. He was definitely a hottie with dark hair, a strong jaw line and perfect muscular frame and full lips. His eyes were a mixture of blue and hazel brown as if he had a ring of copper around his iris. Classically handsome.
Serafina had seen him from across the room at a few parties and seen some of his movies. He was actually a good actor. Serafina never cried at much of anything but when she saw a Ransom film she felt a tear running down her cheek.
“Kenya, come,” Crysta called her pet. A subdued Kenya climbed out of the stretch limo on her mistress’s leash. She walked on two legs at least, Serafina sighed instead of being forced to walk on all fours.
“You’ll like him,” Crysta winked. “Some rebound sex will do you some good.”
Serafina couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Oh I see,” Serafina spoke slyly. “You’re trying to fix me up?”
“I feel bad,” Crysta grew somber. “I was the one who introduced you to MacAllister.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over him,” Serafina smiled. “I don’t.”
Crysta inspected Serafina thoroughly. She mused, “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’ve already had some scandalous rebound sex.”
Serafina shrugged nonchalant but her smile would have put Mona Lisa to shame. Crysta didn’t press further but knowing her friend Serafina would have to be extra careful. The two friends walked into the villa with Kenya in tow.
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Garrett had the hint of a cowboy accent. If he were shirtless and had a cowboy hat and denim jeans he’d be on the cover of some trashy romance novel. That appealed to most women… even to Serafina on occasion.
Crysta gave Garrett a cheek kiss European style. Her ebony cheeks darkened with arousal.
“Garrett, this is my friend Serafina,” Crysta introduced.
“I’ve heard so much about you,” Garrett’s brown and blue eyes twinkled. His handshake was firm and his skin felt hot against Serafina’s.
“Only some of it’s true,” Serafina laughed. “You know how the tabloids like to dramatize everything.”
Garrett held onto Serafina’s hand a little longer than socially acceptable.
“Come on in,” Garrett motioned them inside his Greek Island villa. The villa had a perfect view of the sapphire sea that met the pearly white sands. The salt wind combed through Serafina’s dark curls as she stood on the balcony taking in the exotic scenery. Garrett was expecting a few more guests later so gave Serafina and Crysta leave to take a nap and shower.
Serafina suddenly heard a rubber ball hitting the pavement. Below she saw a dark man with a thin muscular frame that made him agile as well as strong most like. He had black ancestry but his skin wasn’t as dark as Crysta. His skin was lighter like coffee.
He was facing off against two other players. Greek locals looked like but they both weren’t as tall as the man they were facing. What stood out to Serafina though was the silver collar around his neck with a name engraved on it.
A werewolf pet. The werewolf dunked the ball, jumping higher than either of his opponents. He landed on his feet, sweat gleaming on his cocoa skin. One of the players threw him a towel as he held his hand out in signal for a time out. He walked over to the edge of the court and drank his water bottle then proceeded to pour the rest over his shaved head.
The breeze picked up a little, slightly lifting Serafina’s skirt as she felt a tingle in her loins and bit her lower lip. The werewolf took a deep breath. The pop star’s arms prickled with goose bumps as the werewolf turned up to meet her gaze. He caught her scent and his brown eyes glowed yellow. She could feel herself growing damp between her thighs, gripping the railing as if expecting herself to cum just by the intensity of his stare.
Serafina forced herself to turn away, breaking the spell the werewolf had on her. What the fuck just happened? Her heart raced and her throat felt dry. Her loins were on fire as a bead of sweat rolled down her neck down towards her heaving bosom. She had never felt so aroused by a look except with Cash but not at this magnitude.
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“The scenery is beautiful over here,” Serafina said over Skype. “White beaches. Sapphire water. You missed an opportunity.”
Serafina was wearing a loosely tied silk cream robe, a contrast to her gleaming olive skin. She recently lotioned up. Her hair still damp. Her cream white robe was slightly open revealing the swell of her full C-cup breasts. They were so tantalizing that Cash had to fight the urge to lick the screen.
“I told you I hate flying,” Cash spoke dryly.
“Well…,” Serafina leaned back, allowing some of her robe to slip temptingly off her shoulder. “Your loss. I never fucked a werewolf in a foreign country before.”
“You’ve never fucked a werewolf period.”
Serafina’s laughter came so clear through the screen it were as if she were in the same room. Cash felt himself harden. The moon was half full and Cash’s urges were getting stronger. Being with Serafina had sped up his sexual needs. He was too used to having a pussy to sheath into.
“How long are you going to be away? A week you said?” Cash asked trying not to sound eager.
Serafina smirked. He wanted to wipe that smirk off her beautiful face and make her eat his fat cock. No doubt she’d enjoy it though.
“I promise to be back a day after the full moon,” Serafina said. “Try not to wreck the place while I’m gone.”
Serafina stood up then with a seductive grin she untied her robe to reveal her every curve, every treasure that made her werewolf pet salivate. Then she pursed her lips making a smacking kiss sound before signing out.
Cash boiled as he felt cum bubble from his mushroom head staining his jeans.
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Serafina put on something slinky and sexy. A deep red cocktail dress with a cowl to reveal the swell of her perky firm bosom. She wore her favorite black pumps with the diamond heels that made her legs look elegantly long and about 3 gold bangle bracelets on each wrist. Her favorite tear drop diamond earrings she received as a gift from some Arabian prince dangled from her ears every time she walked.
The party was in full swing by the time she got down stairs. “Castle” by Halsey was playing. Walking down the stairs while it played gave her a certain hype. Crysta was with Kenya who looked more presentable in a simple green cocktail dress (to match her eyes) with see through tight long sleeves. But she still wore her shock collar studded with diamonds this time.
“Sera!” Crysta called her over. Serafina saw that her friend had been talking to Garrett who’s eyes came alive when they rested on her. It was the man next to him holding a beer and wearing a collar that made her heart flutter.
“I was worried you’d stay up there all night,” Garrett joked. A caterer came by with a tray of martinis and cocktails. Serafina took the pink bubbling martini with a cherry on a stick.
“You have to order a drink, ma’am,” said the caterer.
Serafina stared directly into the caterer’s eyes with her obsidian pools as she sipped the drink with her cherry lips. The pop star’s face creased with disdain then turned into an icy mask.
“This drink seems to have been made poorly,” Serafina said sweetly but the tone still held an edge that made to poor man cringe. “Not a real Manhattan. I’m doing this person a favor. Now you can stand here and make a fuss or you can deliver the rest of the drinks then go back to whoever made this one and tell them that their technique needs work.”
The caterer was dumbfounded. He looked to Garrett for help. Garrett chuckled then said, “Go on. The lady knows her drinks.”
The caterer nodded his head then like a rabbit made his break towards the table the drinks were meant for.
“You’re kind of bossy,” Garrett said. “I like that.”
“Most would say I’m a bitch,” Serafina mused.
“Well most people are intimidated by a woman who knows what she wants and takes it,” Garrett raised his beer to her in celebration of her assertive behavior. “I’m not.”
Serafina smiled her best flirtatious smile but she couldn’t help but look over to the man next to him who was a bit taller than his master. The name engraved on his collar was: Dyre.
“This is my werewolf,” Garrett introduced his companion finally.
“He’s a pure breed,” Crysta glowed. Even she couldn’t resist the aura of sex Dyre was exuding from his pores. Serafina could see Kenya giving Dyre “fuck me” eyes. Human and werewolf females seemed drawn to him.
Dyre smiled, his brown eyes penetrating her skin and heating her core.
“Love your music,” Dyre said. His voice was rusty but musical. A masculine tune full of primal energy. Serafina’s pussy spasmed at the sound. “Listen to it all the time.”
“Always nice to find fans among werewolves,” Serafina said sipping her stolen martini. Her throat had suddenly gone dry.
“I can’t say I’ve ever met a pure breed before,” Serafina said curiously looking the pure breed up and down, imagining him shirtless in all his sweaty muscular glory from earlier. Dyre took a deep breath. He could sense the musk of her arousal, his eyes appraising her as well.
“They’re pretty rare these days,” Garrett boasted. “But I managed to snatch one.”
“Excuse me,” Serafina suddenly felt like she had entered a small space. “I feel a bit dizzy. Maybe that Manhattan was potent after all…”
Before Garrett could say another word, Serafina walked past him and headed for the abandoned balcony.
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“Darkside” by Bishop Briggs began playing. Serafina loved Bishop Briggs. She wished her songs had that kind of edge. Serafina used to write songs like that until producers started telling her to write more club music about love and parties.
Serafina inhaled the salt spicy air. She felt a little better. She wasn’t claustrophobic but being in that room with all those people suddenly felt suffocating. She felt so horny if she wasn’t in public she would stick her hand in her panties and start flicking her bean with abandon. She found herself missing her own werewolf. She looked up to see the moon half full. She wondered what Cash was doing to relieve his stress…
“Feeling better?” a voice spoke from behind her.
Serafina turned around, keeping a good grip on the railing to see Dyre standing close to her… a bit too close. Her nostrils filled with his musk making her feel weak in the knees.
“You’re allowed to be out here without your owner?” Serafina asked though she may have sounded less strong than she intended.
“Garrett lets me do pretty much anything I want so long as I behave,” Dyre shrugged as he came closer to her, backing the pop star into the railing, blocking off any kind of escape.
Dyre was giving off sexual vibes like a musky odor, making Serafina weak in the knees. She wished she had worn flats instead of pumps.
“You okay?” Dyre raised an eyebrow. “You seem like you’re about to faint.”
“Maybe I’m claustrophobic and you’re crowding me,” Serafina retorted as she straightened her spine. “Or maybe I just don’t like you.” But his masculine scent was overpowering of sweat, the ocean breeze and the rubber of a basketball.
Dyre smirked then boldly leaned forward, whispering in huskily, “That’s not what my nose tells me.”
Before Serafina could utter a retort, Dyre pulled her into his strong embrace, crushing her lips in a passionate smothering kiss. He tasted bittersweet like salted chocolate. Though shocked at first, Serafina found herself melting into Dyre’s firm body, sucking on his lips and then his tongue.
The world dissolved leaving nothing but the pulse of primal lust. Serafina dragged her manicured nails across Dyre’s back feeling the contour of each muscle making her swoon. Were all male werewolves so marble? That’s when Serafina thought about Cash waiting in his den at home. She stopped then pushed Dyre away with great effort.
Without saying a word Serafina walked briskly back to the party. Her head was spinning, her loins on fire, Serafina excused herself from the party.
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It was 3:00 AM and Serafina was wide awake. She tried to vent her sudden sexual frustration by masturbating but even after coming three times the pop star was still pent up, heat in her body and burning her cheeks as if there was an unquenchable inferno inside of her. A cold shower might help. Serafina’s room had a spacious bathroom and shower.
Serafina stripped then looked at herself in the mirror. Her obsidian eyes stared back her full of dark desire, her breasts were firm and nipples so hard they were painful. Her pussy quivered and drizzled at the memory of Cash’s cock while her body burned with the memory of Dyre’s touch. Her lips were seared from his savage kiss.
“Fuck…,” Serafina cursed quietly. Yet the word echoed against the grey tiles. Time for that cold shower.
Serafina stepped into the glass shower then turned on the shower. The water was ice cold jolting her senses to clarity. She ran her hands all over her body feeling goosebumps erupt all over her skin. Her hands strayed down towards her womanhood to find her clit still erect and throbbing. Fuck. The ice cold water wasn’t working.
She heaved a heavy sigh as she played with herself, a wave of sensuality breaking over her. She closed her eyes and imagined strong masculine hands on her, rubbing her shoulders, running over her hips then squeezing her ass. It felt so real until Serafina felt someone else’s breath on her neck.
Serafina turned around startled to see Dyre smirking at her… and completely naked.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Serafina gasped covering her breasts and crossing her legs in an attempt to cover her exposed pussy. Her nipples were already embarrassingly stiff from thinking about Dyre.
“I needed a shower,” Dyre smugly grinned. “Pipes burst in my room though.”
Serafina looked down to see Dyre’s cock, raised, pointed at her pussy as if drawn by some magnetic force. For a brief moment the pop singer wondered what it would feel like to have that thick monster cock pounding her insides then she remembered to have some kind of decency.
“So you use mine???” she exasperated. “Your owner is a bit negligent don’t you think? It’s close to full moon what if you go wild?”
“It’s not full moon yet,” Dyre shrugged as he backed Serafina into a corner, placing his hands on either side of her shoulders, his eyes glowing yellow again. He was taller than her by a few inches. He could have been an athlete in another life. Serafina was mesmerized as she watched the water trickle down his coffee skin. Serafina wanted to kiss down to his happy trail and lick along his shaft. She licked her lips.
“You seem like you need a release,” Dyre caressed Serafina’s neck, his thumb traced her chin then pressing on her lower lip to open her mouth so his thumb tip could invade. Dyre’s hand moved to the shower knob then twisted it. The water grew warmer. “My owner always says to be a gracious host.”
Serafina’s dark eyes became hazy with arousal, her eyelids lazily blinking as she took Dyre’s thumb into her mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned as she sucked on his thumb. She playfully traced her teeth along his thumb as her tongue flicked at the tip, showing Dyre what she would do to his cock.
Dyre roughly balled his fist in Serafina’s wet hair then once more kissed her brusquely, tongues sliding and wrestling for dominance. His body pressed against hers as if trying to make them into one. Serafina dug her fingers into Dyre’s flesh as the water rained down upon them. She could feel his body vibrate as he growled.
Her heart beat against her breast bone in a staccato rhythm that left her light headed. The pop singer felt powerless as the werewolf parted her legs and began fingering her feminine flower that despite the shower was dripping fresh hot cream. Dyre flicked Serafina’s bean that fattened in response. Serafina pressed her hands flat against the damp wall as the werewolf inserted a finger into her depths. Her muscles spasmed, locking around the wolf’s finger.
“I watched you watching me earlier…,” Dyre whispered. Dyre’s finger dove deeper, slowly pumping in and out of her pussy then inserting another finger. Serafina covered her own mouth as a gasp of shock attempted to escape. She was afraid the echo would take flight from the room then spread like a terrible wind that would wake the whole island.
“Tight,” Dyre’s voice was hoarse with lust. “I smell another’s scent on you.”
“You werewolves have too keen of noses,” Serafina licked her lips that felt dry all of a sudden like her throat. It could have been the steam. Her fingers twitched as Dyre probed deeper, this thumb pressing her love button making her whimper for mercy.
“I can smell him as clearly as I can smell your arousal,” Dyre growled. “It’s as strong now as it was today when I saw you on the balcony.”
Serafina closed her eyes letting waves of fire wash over her as the shower rained down on her. Dyre leaned in, growling in lust as he nibbled her ear causing a moan to melt from her pouty lips. His musk of sweat and rubber. The werewolf turned her around roughly, pressing her against the glass. He growled into her ear as he guided his turgid organ to her feminine petals.
“Since then I’ve wanted to bury my cock in that soft hot pussy of yours,” Dyre whispered hotly. “Feel that heat and fill you up until I had you screaming for only me.” Serafina shuddered with anticipation. His vehement vows were enough to melt her.
He didn’t tease her any longer. Dyre pushed into her, stretching Serafina’s canal so much she sobbed softly from the pain of it all. She was afraid he wouldn’t fit all the way in. She was sure there would be blood but then the pain melted into pleasure and the sobs turned into moans. His pulsating cock penetrated deep inside her causing her to moan as the head seemed to tap at her g-spot.
Serafina’s mouth was agape in ecstasy as Dyre pummeled her from behind. Tension and heat coiled in her stomach as tingles pulsed throughout her body. She got more into the passion as Dyre pumped faster. Suddenly a super nova imploded within Serafina. Every nerve ending became a spark as her body was wracked with shivers.
Dyre was still going but Serafina could sense he was approaching the end. He let out a howl as she felt his hot seed fill her up then he collapsed into her, his forehead resting on her shoulder. He licked her neck then nibbled her ear lobe. He was still hard and pulsating inside her as he pulled out.
“Your master has the best hospitality,” Serafina sighed blissfully.
“Glad I could be of service,” Dyre went to leave but Serafina caught his arm.
“I still feel a little pent up… and you still seem to have a bit of tension in your… abdominal area,” Serafina smiled seductively as she brought Dyre in for another lust-filled kiss that even had Dyre groaning with gratification. Serafina massaged Dyre’s still hard erection feeling it pulsate in her practiced palm.
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TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4…
