STEffaN

He led her into the darkness of the grove. A whisper in her ear was all it took for her to follow. He always had that effect on women. None dared say no to him. And I didn’t understand why. A spoiled, capricious, rich mama’s boy, with the world at his fingertips. He only disgusted me. But even so, I followed them.

I never knew why. Perhaps it was just curiosity.

I wanted to understand what it was about him that made them all fall at his feet. I silently left the group. My university classmates were gathered around the clandestine campfire, laughing and drinking. A campfire we had built in a secluded spot in the woods, a place we were forbidden to access. It was said that strange creatures roamed there at that time of day.

Without anyone noticing, I furtively followed the couple. From several meters away, hidden behind a thick tree trunk, I began to watch them. He had already taken off his shirt, and he had her back against a tree, kissing her passionately. With one hand he held her arms aloft, gripping her wrists, just above her head. With the other hand he lifted her short skirt and thrust two fingers into her crotch, with such force that she screamed loudly. It was a mixture of a cry of pain and a moan of pleasure. And while his hand moved up and down, making her body move in the same way, without the slightest resistance, as if she were a puppet, he released her arms.

And now with his free hand he ripped open her shirt. He uncovered one of her breasts, voluptuous and fleshy, and began to suck her nipple urgently, as if he were thirsty and it were a spring of fresh water...

I shuddered at the sight and held my breath as I listened to her moan, louder and more frequently. I felt a wave of electrifying pleasure throughout my body. And I didn’t understand where it was coming from until I looked down.

I realized that with my hand, I had begun to masturbate, following the same frenetic rhythm he was using with his hand still between her legs. I felt that it was his hand, not mine, that was touching me. I couldn’t stop until he stopped. And just as I felt my hand wet, I looked up and saw him...

I know it was dark and I was still dazed by a rush of excitement coursing through my entire body, but I swear, for an instant I saw Steffan’s eyes locked on mine, with a gleam of wildness and pleasure that I will never forget...

Since that night, I’ve been in a torturous heat. My obsession with him grows stronger every day. I follow him everywhere. But I know that seeing him from afar is no longer enough. My body needs him. And masturbating while thinking about him is no longer sufficient. I know he doesn’t like men. But I’m determined to change his mind. My body, my soul, and my heart have chosen him. Steffan is my Alpha, and I, his eternal Omega...