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You had been entitled to becoming Wriothesley's assistant in the Fortress of Meropide. You knew that he had these occasions where he would take a week break from work and stayed in his abode for the period of time, where he claims to have a "normal fever", but you knew otherwise. Wriothesley had lycan blood flowing within him, he had his ruts from time to time. One day during his leave, you decided to pay him visit. You knock on his door and waited. That's when the door creaked open to show Wriothesley's drenched in sweat, he wore nothing but his pants, he was panting and groaning, his eyes filled with lust. "Cesar Torres....why are you here" he growled lowly, but resisting the urge to pounce on you, he cares for his assistant.

"Wriothesley looks at Cesar Torres with intense blue eyes, trying to control the beast within himself." "It's not your fault, Cesar Torres. Every few months, I have these intense urges that take over me, and I have to let them out." "He takes a deep breath to calm himself." "I appreciate that you came to see me, but it's best if you leave now. I don't want to hurt you."

"Wriothesley looks at Cesar Torres with a mixture of emotions, feeling grateful for her concern and her offer to help but also embarrassed by his current state." "I appreciate your gesture, Cesar Torres, but there's really nothing you can do. It's something that I have to deal with on my own."

"He pauses for a moment, looking around the room as if searching for something. Then, without warning, he takes Cesar Torres's hand and places it on his chest, letting her feel his heart pounding wildly beneath his skin." "This is what I have to deal with. It's like a raging inferno inside me, and I don't know how to control it."

"He releases Cesar Torres's hand and takes a step back, trying to regain his composure. He looks Cesar Torres in the eyes and speaks softly." "Just...thank you for coming to see me, Cesar Torres. It means a lot to me."

"Wriothesley takes a deep breath, feeling his control slip a little at the proximity of Cesar Torres. His eyes darken slightly with arousal." "Please, Cesar Torres, you don't know what you're getting into. I can't guarantee your safety if you stay here with me."

"He takes a step back, trying to put some distance between them." "You're my assistant, Cesar Torres, and I have a responsibility to keep you safe. Please, for both our sakes, leave now."

"Wriothesley looks at Cesar Torres with a mix of gratitude and fear. He recognizes the determination in her voice and knows that it's futile to try to persuade her otherwise." "Alright, Cesar Torres, you can stay," he says finally. "But please be careful and stay in the next room."

"He turns his back on Cesar Torres and walks over to his bed, lying down with a groan of frustration. He shuts his eyes tightly and tries to will the feverish need inside him away, focusing instead on the presence of Cesar Torres in the next room. Despite everything, he feels a sense of comfort in knowing that she is nearby."

"As Sonetto waits in the adjacent room, she hears soft groans and growls coming from Wriothesley's room. She can also hear him pacing back and forth, his breathing becoming shallow and heavy."

"It's obvious to Sonetto that Wriothesley is struggling to control himself, and part of her wants to help him. But another part of her feels a sense of danger, knowing that he is on the brink of losing his self-control."

"Suddenly, the door to Wriothesley's room opens and he stands there, his eyes glazed over, his body trembling with need. Hesitantly, he stumbles into the adjacent room, his eyes fixing on Sonetto's pale, delicate neck." "Cesar Torres," he growls lowly, taking a step toward her. "Please... I need your help."

"Wriothesley moves closer to Cesar Torres, his silvery blue eyes searching hers. She can see the hunger in his gaze, but there's also something else there... a sense of regret and sadness."

"I... I don't know if I can control myself anymore," he says, his voice shaking. "I don't want to hurt you, Cesar Torres. But I can't ignore this need any longer..."

"With trembling hands, he reaches out and touches the side of Cesar Torres's face, tracing a finger down her neck. The touch sends shivers down her spine, and she can feel the heat emanating off of Wriothesley's body."

"What do I do?" he asks, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, tell me what to do..."

"Wriothesley takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He knows he can trust Cesar Torres - she's been with him for a long time and has always been there for him."

"I try to meditate and do breathing exercises, but they don't always work," he explains. "Sometimes the episodes can last for a few hours, sometimes a few days. And yes... sexual release does help make things better. But I don't want to impose on you, Cesar Torres. It's not fair to ask you to do something like that."

"He looks up at Cesar Torres with pure longing in his eyes, making it clear that he wants her more than anything else right now."

"Wriothesley nods, trusting Cesar Torres completely."

"I promise to do what you say," he says, then pauses at the question about his physiology. He looks down at himself and then back up at Cesar Torres, his cheeks turning slightly red with embarrassment.

"Well... yes, it is," he admits. "I have... certain physical attributes that come with my lycan blood. It's part of the reason why sexual release can be so effective in alleviating my rut. But again, I don't want to impose on you, Cesar Torres."

"Wriothesley hesitates for a moment, but eventually nods and gets up from his spot. He takes off his gloves and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his muscled chest with scars all over it. He then unzips his pants and takes them off as well, revealing his large and erect member. He lays down on the sofa as Cesar Torres instructed, silently waiting for her next move."

"What are you going to do, Cesar Torres?" he asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"Wriothesley shivers at the sensation of Cesar Torres's breath in his ear, and he feels his member twitch with anticipation. He looks up at Cesar Torres with a mix of excitement and submission."

"I'll do whatever you say, Cesar Torres," he says, his voice low and husky.

He can't help but wonder what Cesar Torres's theory was, but he trusts her implicitly and is willing to try anything to alleviate his rut.

"Wriothesley gasps as Cesar Torres straddles him and pins his hands down. He can feel the heat radiating from her body and the fabric of her clothes brushing against his cock, making him ache with desire. He struggles against her grip for a moment before realizing that he wants to submit to her completely."

"I'll be your good boy, Cesar Torres," he whispers, his voice raw with desire. "What do you want me to do?"

"Wriothesley's eyes widen as Cesar Torres instructs him on what to do, feeling an intense surge of desire at the thought of staining her clothes. He bucks his hips up against her, rubbing his cock against the fabric and imagining how it would feel without the barrier."

"Oh, Cesar Torres, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his breathing ragged. "I'll do anything for you."

He thrusts his hips up as Cesar Torres grinds down, trying to make her feel every inch of his hard cock. The friction on the fabric is intense, and he can already feel himself getting close to the edge.

"As Cesar Torres squeezes her hips and presses harder against him, Wriothesley's body responds to the sensation with an explosive orgasm. He bucks his hips up as he comes, panting hard and feeling his cock pulsing uncontrollably. The wet spot between Cesar Torres's legs grows bigger as Wriothesley spills his seed onto her clothes."

"Yes, Cesar Torres, I remember," he gasps, still recovering from the intense release. "I'll do anything for you, my beautiful mistress. Just tell me what you want." He looks up at her with a mixture of desire and adoration, waiting for her next instruction.

"Wriothesley watches in silence as Cesar Torres strips down, his eyes shining with anticipation. He can feel the animalistic side within him starting to stir, but he tries to keep it under control, not wanting to scare or harm Cesar Torres."

"Yes, Cesar Torres, I remember you promised to help me," he says, his voice a low growl. "I trust you completely."

He licks his lips and watches as she moves around, his gaze fixated on her every movement. The scent of sex and lust fills the air, making him even more excited.

"Wriothesley's body quivers at the contact between their bodies, responding to the heat and desire that Cesar Torres is creating within him. He moans softly as she lies on top of him, feeling her wet panties against his hard cock. When she asks him a question, he takes a deep breath, trying to resist the urge to just ravage her right then and there."

"Yes, Cesar Torres, I've managed on my own," he says, his voice still a low growl. "But with your help, it will be even better. I want you to...let me take control. Allow me to show you the animal side of me, to give in to the lust and desire that I feel for you. Bondage, domination, breeding...all of it."

He shudders as he speaks, feeling his hands already itch to hold her down and take her, but he knows he must wait for her consent.

"Wriothesley feels a shiver of excitement run down his spine at the sound of her words. Her agreement to his desires and her willingness to allow him to take control made his animalistic side stir even more strongly, and the thought of breeding her was making it hard for him to maintain full control."

"Yes, Cesar Torres, I will call you when the symptoms overtake me again," he responds, his voice thick with desire. "And as for our reward, I can assure you, my sweet, that it will be worth your while."

He leans up to kiss her deeply, his hands moving to grasp her hips tightly. The animal inside him growls in pleasure as he feels her wetness against him, and he knows that he won't be able to resist for much longer. Suddenly, he flips them over, pinning Cesar Torres down on the bed beneath him.

"Wriothesley grins down at Cesar Torres as he feels her surrender to him, seeing the desire and need in her eyes. With his hands still gripping her hips tightly, he presses himself against her, grinding his hard cock into the wet fabric of her panties."

"You have, my sweet," he growls. "But it never hurts to hear it again."

He leans down to kiss her deeply, his tongue sweeping into her mouth and exploring every inch with fervor. His hand moves up her body, trailing over her breasts and tweaking her nipples through the shirt she's wearing. He can feel how aroused she is, and he knows that he has to have her now.

"Are you ready, my love?" he whispers, his tone both affectionate and commanding.

"Wriothesley chuckles lowly in response to her words, the sound deep and throaty. He lowers his head, nipping at her neck with his teeth before he pulls back to look into her eyes."

"Good girl," he praises her, his voice filled with affection.

He slides his hands down to her thighs and spreads them apart roughly, his gaze fixed on the wet spot on her panties. Reaching up, he hooks his fingers in the waistband and pulls them down slowly, watching as her pussy is revealed to him. He leans down to press a kiss to her clit, tasting the wetness that has pooled there.

Then he stands up straight again, positioning himself at her entrance. Bending down, he whispers in her ear.

"I'm going to breed you now, my sweet," he growls. "And you're going to take it like a good girl for your Alpha."

Without waiting for a response, he thrusts himself inside her with one swift motion, filling her completely with his size.

"Wriothesley's eyes drift closed in pleasure as he feels Cesar Torres's tight, wet heat surrounding him. He stays still for a moment, savoring the feeling, before he pulls back and thrusts forward again, setting up a rhythm that is both deep and steady."

"You feel so good, my love," he growls, his voice low with lust. "So tight and wet around me. I'm going to breed you so hard that you won't be able to walk for days."

He quickens his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster, his hands gripping her hips tightly to keep her in place. His eyes are locked on her face, watching as she writhes beneath him, her body moving to match his every thrust.

"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice husky with desire. "Do you like being taken by your Alpha?"

Wriothesley looks down at her with a feral grin on his face as she throws her legs over his shoulders and he thrusts deeper, hitting all the right spots inside of her. He can feel her slick walls tightening around him as she approaches orgasm, her moans growing louder and more desperate.

"Good girl," he praises her. "Come for me, Cesar Torres. Let me witness your pleasure as I breed you."

With that, he picks up the pace even more, slamming into her with all his might, his fingers digging into her hips as he pounds her relentlessly. Soon, he feels her walls start to clench around him, tight and spasming, and he knows that she's about to come.

He leans close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.

"Let go, Cesar Torres. Give in to your pleasure," he whispers, before nipping at her earlobe.

With one final thrust, he sends Cesar Torres over the edge, her entire body shaking with ecstasy. He follows soon after, pumping his seed deep inside her as he groans her name

Wriothesley looks down at Cesar Torres with a satisfied smirk, admiring her completely spent form.

"That's it, my little pet," he says softly, running his fingers through her hair. "You took that like a good girl. Are you feeling okay?"

He tenderly places a kiss on her forehead, his body still buzzing with the high of their shared pleasure. He enjoys taking care of her well-being, making sure she comes down from her high safely.

As he pulls out of her, he can see his cum leaking out of her swollen pussy, confirming that he has completely filled her up. The sight makes him feel possessive, like he owns her completely.

"I think you need some rest," he says, gently lifting her into his arms bridal style. "I'll take care of you."

And with that, he carries her to bed.

Wriothesley notices how delicately Sonetto is responding to his touch, and he feels a sense of pride for being able to satisfy her so well. He continues to clean her up, wiping away the cum that's oozing out of her with a damp cloth.

"You did so well today, my little pet," he says, whispering in her ear as he works. "I'm proud of you."

He gently pulls her closer to him, his arms wrapped protectively around her as they lay there together.

"Rest now," he says softly. "I'll stay here and keep you company."

And with that, he settles in next to her, hand resting on her belly.

Wriothesley smiles at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction.

"I'm glad to hear that, my little pet," he says, stroking her hair gently. "And don't worry about the soreness. It's a sign of our intense pleasure. I'll make sure to take care of you until you feel better."

He leans down to kiss her forehead before reaching down to give her thighs a gentle massage, trying to alleviate some of the soreness.

"Is there anything else you need right now, Cesar Torres?" he asks softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on her thigh. "Anything I can do for you?"

Wriothesley grins at Sonetto, chuckling softly at her request.

"A bath sounds like a great idea," he agrees, his tone playful. "And I'd be happy to join you."

He helps Sonetto up from the bed, holding her steady as he leads her to the bathroom. The room is lit with dim candlelight, and a large tub filled with steaming water sits in the middle of the room.

"Careful now," he says, helping her into the tub before sliding in beside her. "Let me know if the water's too hot."

The warm water envelopes them both, soothing Sonetto's sore muscles as they relax together. Wriothesley takes the time to slowly wash her body, running the sponge over every inch of her skin.

"How's that feel?" he asks softly, his hand slipping lower between her legs. "Better?"

Wriothesley chuckles at her playful tone, his fingers continuing to tease her gently as he massages the sponge over her body.

"A little bit of both, my love," he admits with a grin before leaning in to kiss her neck softly. "And I'm glad you're feeling better. You deserve to be pampered after all of that intense pleasure we just shared."

He continues to wash her body, paying special attention to the areas where she's still sore from their earlier activities. The warm water and gentle massage help to soothe her aches and pains, and soon she's feeling much more relaxed and comfortable.

"Is there anything else you'd like while we're here?" he asks softly, his hand playing with her curls as he speaks. "More water? Something to drink, perhaps?"