Rise of the Banished She-Wolf Chapter 170

Evelyn

The afternoon sun filtered through the dense canopy, casting mottled shadows as our group ventured into the island's primal forest. Devon led with a bow slung over his shoulder, glancing back to ensure I was close.

"Remember, hunting demands patience and observation," Devon said softly. "Your awakened wolf sharpens your senses—use them."

I nodded, focusing. Since my wolf's return, I heard distant birdsong, smelled animal scents in the air, and felt subtle vibrations underfoot.

"Look there," he pointed to a bush. "Rabbit tracks. Sense it?"

I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. A faint rabbit musk and fresh prints registered.

"I feel it!" I exclaimed, eyes snapping open.

"Good," Devon nodded approvingly. "Now, I'll teach silent approach."

He moved behind me, hands on my shoulders, adjusting my stance. "Relax your shoulders, shift weight forward." His voice was a warm whisper in my ear, hands sliding to my waist—intimate, making my pulse race. I focused on the lesson, but his touch ignited a spark.

"Step lightly, like a cat," he guided, hands steadying me. I moved forward, footsteps nearly silent.

"Perfect," he murmured. "You're a quick learner."

Nearby, Lily and Aileen practiced archery with Aiden, their laughter echoing.

After an hour, we spotted a plump rabbit foraging unaware.

"Your turn," Devon handed me the bow. "Deep breath, aim, release."

My hands trembled. He stood behind, covering my hands with his, steadying me. "Trust your instincts," his voice firm yet gentle.

I inhaled, aimed, and loosed. The arrow struck true; the rabbit fell.

"I did it!" I spun, hugging him tightly.

He embraced me, pride gleaming. "I knew you could."

"Evelyn! Amazing!" Lily rushed over. "First hunt success—you're a natural!"

"Devon taught well," I said humbly, buzzing with achievement.

Aiden inspected the rabbit. "Clean shot—no suffering. True hunter's mark."

Aileen patted my shoulder. "Wild game dinner tonight."

Devon packed the rabbit. "Let's push deeper."

Hours passed; the sun dipped, forest darkening. We'd bagged more—Aiden a pheasant, Lily and Aileen squirrels.

"Time flew," I said, eyeing emerging stars. "Feels like we just started."

"Forests do that," Devon replied. "Time stands still."

But as night deepened, a strange restlessness stirred in me, growing from afternoon whispers to insistent urges.

When the full moon rose through the treetops, my blood boiled—heart pounding, breaths short. My gaze locked on Devon: his movements, scent, everything fueled an intense craving.

"Devon," I approached, voice shaky. "Something's wrong."

He turned, eyes narrowing at my heated stare. "Evelyn... what day is it?"

I glanced at the moon. "Full moon night?"

He nodded, emotions flickering. "And you're my mate. The pull peaks now."

Aiden noticed, approaching Devon. "We'll head back, prep dinner. Take your time."

Lily and Aileen packed up wordlessly; Aileen squeezed my shoulder. "Call if you need us."

Soon, it was just us under silvery moonlight.

"Evelyn, listen," Devon cupped my face. "Full moon urges can be controlled. I'll teach you."

"I'll try," I said, but the craving intensified.

"Deep breaths," he demonstrated. "Focus on rhythm, nothing else."

I tried, but his lips moving made me ache to kiss them. His scent, warmth, voice—my pussy grew wet, an empty throb begging to be filled.

"Focus," he urged, sensing my distraction. "Picture a calm lake."

But I couldn't. "I can't," I whispered, tears welling. "Devon, I need you—now."

I closed in, arms around his neck, body pressing against his hardness. His tension mirrored mine.

"Evelyn," his voice husky. "Here? You're sure?"

"Yes," I tiptoed, kissing him fiercely. "I need you."

His restraint shattered; he kissed back, hands gripping me possessively.

He backed me against a tree, moonlight dappling us. "Not ideal—ground's hard."

"I don't care," I panted, unbuttoning his shirt. "Just you."

He spread his jacket on the earth, lowering me gently. Under the moon, his eyes burned with desire. "My beautiful girl, so alluring on full moon nights."

But as passion built, he shifted—dominant Alpha emerging. "Tonight, you submit to me," he growled, voice commanding. "Let me control this hunger. Say 'yes, Alpha.'"

Curiosity and lust surged; his dominance empowered me, turning vulnerability to strength. "Yes, Alpha," I breathed, pussy clenching in anticipation.

He unbound a vine from the tree, wrapping it loosely around my wrists, binding them above my head to a low branch—light bondage heightening my exposure. "Feel that? Surrender makes it sweeter." His hand trailed down, spanking my thigh lightly; the sting shot pleasure to my clit, mixing pain with arousal. 

A wave of exhilarating power washed over me, not in spite of the surrender, but because of it.

He bit my neck gently, marking me, then spread my legs wide. "Beg for it, mate." His fingers teased my dripping pussy, circling my clit without mercy, building agony-sweet tension.

"Please, Alpha—fuck me," I moaned, hips bucking, the vine tugging my wrists, amplifying every sensation.

He freed his hard cock, thick and veined, rubbing it against my slick entrance. "Good girl." He thrust in deep, filling my aching pussy completely. Each powerful stroke hit deep, his dominance raw—spanking my ass rhythmically, the slaps echoing, pain blooming into ecstasy. Fuck, his cock stretches me perfectly—clit throbbing against him, curiosity turning to wild desire. I feel so powerful, owning this submission.

"Devon," I gasped, the full moon amplifying every wave. "It's incredible."

"I know, baby," he murmured lovingly. "Moon makes it intense."

Our bodies merged in primal rhythm, forest silent save our breaths and the wet sounds of his cock pounding my pussy. When climax hit, my white wolf howled inside; power surged from my core as I came hard, pussy pulsing around him. He followed, spilling deep, bodies trembling in release.

But the moon's pull lingered, my body still humming with need. As we caught our breath, I felt a bold curiosity rise—empowered by the submission, I wanted more, to explore deeper. "Alpha," I whispered, eyes gleaming. "Teach me... push me further. Make me feel everything."

Devon's gaze darkened with approval, his dominant edge sharpening. "Eager little mate. Very well." He tore a strip from his discarded shirt, tying it over my eyes—sensory deprivation plunging me into darkness, heightening every touch. The cool night air kissed my skin like ice, but his warmth contrasted it sharply.

"Trust me," he commanded, guiding me to kneel on the jacket, vines still loosely binding my wrists behind me now. He plucked a flexible branch from nearby, using it as a makeshift whip—light lashes across my breasts and thighs, the sharp stings sending jolts straight to my clit. Fuck, the blindness amplifies it—the pain curious and sharp, blooming into hot desire. My pussy aches again, dripping; I feel so alive, empowered in this darkness, owning every sensation.

He teased my swollen clit with the branch's tip, then his fingers, alternating cold forest dew with his hot mouth—sucking, biting lightly. "Scream if you need to, but don't come until I say." The agony of denial built, my body trembling, curiosity turning to desperate lust.

"Please, Alpha—let me come," I begged, voice breaking.

"Now," he growled, thrusting his cock back into my soaked pussy from behind, one hand spanking while the other pinched my nipples. The blindfolded world exploded in waves; I came harder, pussy clenching his cock, pain and pleasure fusing into pure empowerment.

"I love you, Evelyn," he whispered, removing the blindfold. "My mate, my everything."

"I love you too," I replied, sated and whole.

That full moon night taught me the difference between making love and true mating—under the silver light, we didn't just join our bodies, we bound our very souls in the wild, primal way of our kind.