Feral Confessions - Adrianna And The Alpha

Adrianna walked up to Nefasky and said, "Welcome aboard, Nefasky."

"My honor," Nefasky bowed to her Queen. 

"I would like to meet your mother today at your home," Adrianna said. 

"Yes, sure," Nefasky's eyes widened with amusement that the Queen would even visit their home. So she suggested, "My mother can come here." 

"No, I will go and meet her," Adrianna insisted. 

"As you wish," Nefasky replied with a gentle voice. The golden leaf in her palm throbbed. 

When Adrianna retired to her bedroom, Isidorus addressed the new recruits, "Haldir, you have to move into the Military General's Palace by the evening. I am sure there is not much to carry from the Army Training grounds." 

"Okay," he replied. He knew that Isidorus was impatient to show the subjects the new Military General. 

"Nefasky, that golden leaf on your palm will track you everywhere. So I will know where you are and what you are doing. There will be no privacy as long as that leaf is going to exist on your palm. The only way to get rid of that leaf is to cut your hand off your body," Isidorus explained the perils of the job in such a way that Nefasky's gut wrenched with fear. 

She replied with conviction though, "I would never leave the Queen's side." 

"Good," Isidorus said in a matter of fact way as if that was what he was expecting. "Also, you will all have to move back to your house in Level Two." He sounded so business-like that he didn't know that he was on the verge of being rude. 

Nefasky gulped and nodded. There was nothing that she could argue. She took in a deep breath. 

Isidorus then turned to Lenny. He tilted his head and frowned. "Lenny, you can take your position two days from now. Some formalities have to be completed. However, since your mother is already a Minister in the Kingdom, it shouldn't be a problem."

Lenny couldn't wish for anything better. She quickly bobbed her head. 

"Remember that once you will start working with the ministry, you will under an oath not to divulge its secrets. If you are found doing that, you will be prisoned and beheaded," Isidorus was going on with his rudeness but he couldn't help it. 

Lenny's throat went dry upon suddenly realizing the dangerous grounds she was treading upon. "Yes, I understand," she croaked. 

"Great!" Isidorus remarked. "You all have to report to the Ministry now." 

They all dispersed. 

It took the entire afternoon for Haldir to complete the formalities and by the time he came out, it was already 7PM. He was introduced to his new office and all those who would work under him. He couldn't sense slight rivalry in his subordinates because he was an elf—someone not from their realm, and he was their superior. But he just let it go. 

He wanted to go and see Inyanga now, and so he rushed out. However, he was stopped by his staff who informed him that he had to go to his palace. His old home had been entirely moved to the palace. The next event he had to attend was to be attended in his full dress as the Military General of the Wizard Realm. Haldir gritted his teeth. He became impatient. He nodded and the staff created the portal for him to walk into his new place. When he walked out of the portal, he found that he had walked into the palace. It contained no sign of the previous owners. Just one big, vast place with decorated rooms upon rooms. The shiny, spotless hall consumed him. He wanted to be with her. 

The servants were waiting for him over there in two rows. One of them—perhaps the Head, said, "Master, would you like me to show you the palace?" 

Haldir was too irritated. "No! Show me the bedroom," he replied acerbically. 

The servant bowed and led him to his bedroom. Haldir closed the door behind him and walked inside to contemplate where he would be staying now. The bedroom was huge with a large bed that could accommodate five people. The light blue curtain fluttered in the soft breeze. There were three armoires and a dressing table that filled an entire wall. Suddenly feeling tired and sappy, he walked toward a wooden door, which he assumed was the bathroom. He was just halfway to it when the bathroom door opened and a woman came out wrapped in a white towel. His mouth dropped and eyes bulged. 

"Inyanga," he wheezed. 

Inyanga gave him a wide smile, "Hello Haldir." 

"H- how did you-?" he couldn't believe it. Was he dreaming? He rubbed his eyes. 

Inyanga chuckled. "Who can stop me?" she asked walking past him. She went and sat on the bed—his bed and crossed her legs. 

God, she was hot.

She was too hot to handle.

Was this his reward after so long?

Haldir slowly ambled towards her and sat down beside her. He looked at her as though hypnotized. After that his hands moved automatically. She bent his head and nuzzled into her hair. His head moved lower and he nuzzled her neck. He inhaled her fresh rose fragrance. "So beautiful," he said as though worshipping her. 

"Inyanga." 

She twirled her arms around his neck and caught his hair, bringing him closer to her. His lips touched her lightly first and then unabashedly he entered his tongue in her mouth. Their tongues played and entwined as Haldir pushed her on the bed and their bodies fused. His fingers dug into her butt as he pulled her closer—so close that she could feel his erection that was large. It was so hard and pulsating like mad. He grinds it against her. 

After so many years of staying cold and away from women, Haldir was now desperately begging for her touch, to be inside her. It was hard for him to even struggle and pull away. That wasn't an option. He was insatiable, ravenous and demanding. 

Inyanga's hands rushed over his naked back and she moaned. Haldir's kiss deepened and it became rough. With one hand, he opened her towel as the other traced her in between her thighs. She moaned in surrender and wrapped her legs around him. He pressed his erection harder. 

"Haldir." She whispered his name. 

"Stay with me for a few more days," he begged as his fingers traced the flesh hidden between her thighs and without warning he shoved them inside her. Not one, but two. And Inyanga tried to scream but suppressed it in the pillow. She was so wet that her head exploded into pleasure. "Won't you," he persisted.

"Haldir, I-" she tried to say something, but he thrust his fingers again. Yet another moan escaped her lips. She shook her head side to side on the pillow as her body absorbed the throngs of pleasure. 

Haldir removed his fingers and went lower. He cupped her hips in his hands and picked her up to feast on her sweet spot—a place he had been dying to be into. 

Inyanga's body jerked into orgasms one after the other. She had closed her eyes tightly. "Slow down Haldir," was all she could speak gently through their mental bond, which had snapped in. 

But he wasn't listening. How could he? It was his unquenchable thirst for her that propelled him. It was as if he had waited for her his entire life. It was as if he had wasted his life for so long. 

Not able to bear it any longer, he—