Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 25: Punishment (M)

Lethia realized the fox inside her had seized control over her body. Even though she wanted to scream, no sound escaped her lips.

She could only find herself striding naked out of her room like a lifeless doll, moving as if pulled by invisible strings.

’What the hell are you planning to do?’

["Punishment! Ha ha ha... I might need you as my host, but that doesn’t mean you can overpower me. I need to teach you who’s in charge here."]

Panic and frustration clawed at her mind as she lost control again. Yet, she felt everything. Her pounding heart, the rush of blood through her veins, when she pushed open Renar’s unlocked door.

’Oh, for fuck’s sake, why didn’t he lock his damn door?’

["Because he’s waiting for youuu~~"]

The fox’s laughter echoed in her mind, turning her distress into a twisted melody.

The air in Renar’s room was colder than hers, sending shivers across her bare skin.

Every brush of icy air against her exposed flesh made her nerves tingle, heightening her awareness of just how vulnerable she was.

Then, she heard the stream of water from the shower. And she knew.

She knew exactly what this sultry fox intended to do with her body when her feet carried her toward the bathroom.

’No. Not there. No!! Please, turn back. Oh shit... Dear almighty fox, give me another punishment, just not this! Please!’

["Darling, your body needs it, doesn’t it? Didn’t you touch yourself earlier?"]

’Fuck off! LEAVE! JUST LEAVE!’

She gathered every ounce of willpower, trying to force the fox out like before. But her body kept moving. She was already standing before Renar’s bathroom door.

’Why isn’t it working this time?!’

["Told you—your body needs it. You already know the key to breaking my control. If your will isn’t strong enough... it won’t work."]

Lethia’s fingers grazed the door handle, her mind a battlefield as the fox toyed with her thoughts.

Yes, she was aroused—she had felt it earlier, touching herself in the bathtub. But...

’You said I had to mate with him willingly. Then why this? This is against my will.’

["And I told you, this is your punishment. Who said we’d be mating right now? Do you know what the cruelest punishment a mortal can have?"]

’What?’

["Unfulfilled desire. Ha ha ha ha..."]

The realization hit her like a slap. She then stepped inside Renar’s bathroom.

There he was—soaking in the bathtub, his back resting lazily against the edge, facing the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the towering skyscrapers outside.

What startled her more was that, despite the deliberate sound of the door clicking shut, he didn’t flinch, didn’t even turn to look.

He simply remained still, watching the cityscape like he had been expecting this all along.

"Is this why you told me to lock my door?" Renar asked.

’Yes!’

"Then why didn’t you?" The fox answered with Lethia’s voice. "You’re a coward. You should’ve made the first move, shouldn’t you?"

Lethia wanted to slap herself. Yes, the fox had a point. But provoking a Lycan like that was a dangerous move.

What her body did next was even worse.

The water rippled as she stepped into the tub, sitting beside Renar. The foam cloaked their bodies, leaving only their shoulders and heads exposed.

The air grew thick with the heat of their closeness. Close enough that every so often, her leg brushed against his beneath the water.

And it was enough to make her body tense, helplessly, effortlessly.

"I locked it. Then my hand kept unlocking it. It kept happening... and eventually, I gave up. Do you, perhaps, know what’s happening to my body?"

Their eyes met.

And the way Renar’s gaze was void—empty, like he wasn’t entirely present—Lethia knew.

He was under the fox’s spell, too.

’Fox, you bitch, this is your doing, isn’t it?!’

["Tsk. These mortals... I’m simply help—ing... ha ha ha... He’s already hanging by a thread, resisting your scent."]

’But this... this is against our will!’

["Is it?"]

Lethia grabbed Renar’s shoulders and straddled him without a second thought. Her thighs locked around his hips beneath the water. Her mind went completely blank—she couldn’t even curse at the fox when she felt Renar’s already hard length pressing against her core.

’Fuck! He’s...’

["Hmm... big enough."]

Seeing how hard his member was, Lethia figured it had been that way for a while.

She met Renar’s vacant brown eyes, but the slight twitch of his eyelids told her—he was in pain.

"Aren’t you suffering?" Under the fox’s control, Lethia slid her arms around his neck. She murmured in a sultry whisper. "You keep suppressing your nature with that ridiculous pill... I just want you to let go. Let your beast out."

Lethia’s embrace pressed her hardened nipples against Renar’s broad chest, the friction sending sharp jolts straight to her core.

Beneath the water, his cock kept nudging against her with every ripple, the movement teasing her relentlessly made her shudder with need.

’Fox, you... Who are you talking to? Is he even himself?’

["I’m controlling him, but his mind is just like yours, resisting the fire burning inside."]

’Then why couldn’t he remember anything when you controlled him on the rooftop?’

["Because I erased his memories of it. Ha ha ha..."]

"You... Why are you doing this to me?" Renar’s voice came out in a rough, low growl, his hand stroking down Lethia’s back.

Then he bent his knees, pressing his cock harder against her core lips, like it was threatening to slip inside.

"Ngghhh..." The friction made Lethia whimper, her core throbbing violently.

But the way Renar kept bending and straightening his knees made her realize he was trying to keep himself from pushing in.

’Why is he still resisting?’

["I don’t know. I only found out on the rooftop too. That’s why this is so damn fascinating... and so satisfying to tease him. Ha ha ha ha..."]

But his movements only made Lethia’s body sway more, the pressure of the water making her clit pulse unbearably.

The sensation was breaking her down, stripping away any strength she had left to fight against it.

Wouldn’t it be better if they just did it instead of torturing each other like this? Her arousal had already hit its peak—she was already delirious with lust.

’Fox, either stop this now or go all the fucking way. Stop playing with me!’

Panic clawed at Lethia’s mind when Renar’s lips found her nipple, nibbling just enough to send sharp jolts of electricity ripping through her body. Heat bloomed deep in her core, her resistance shattering.

["Stop? Oh, my punishment has only just begun. Ha ha ha ha..."]

At that moment, her mind and body finally aligned, and the control she had been fighting for all this time surged back.

Shoving Renar away, she nearly lost her balance, caught off guard by the sudden freedom of movement.

She was about to stumble backward when Renar yanked her into his arms again, holding her close. Their faces hovered inches apart, breath mingling.

"What the hell are we doing right now?" Renar muttered, confusion clouding his gaze, his chest rising and falling with ragged, uneven breaths.