The True Reason Behind the Broken Vow

The full moon floated prominently and brilliantly in the middle of the Fallowfield sky. Its silvery light cascaded in, catching Joshua’s eye through a small gap in the slightly ajar window. A candle had been lit and placed atop a chest of drawers, its soft yellow flame flickering rhythmically with the breeze. Joshua’s large, muscular, naked silhouette cast a heavy shadow against the wall above the headboard.

The full moon always made the wolf feel extraordinarily powerful. Its glow stirred his heart, urging him to howl—but he didn’t, because his mouth was otherwise occupied with a low groan.

Tonight, it seemed Samantha was spoiling him more than usual. She knelt on the wooden floor of the caretaker's room, her face buried between the thighs of Joshua, who sat on the edge of the bed. His belted trousers lay discarded in a heap around his ankles, while the sow’s cotton nightgown had been completely unbuttoned, sliding down to rest against the soft meat of her upper arms.

Her hand and mouth moved up and down his cock in a steady rhythm. Joshua groaned, letting his mind melt into the pleasure of her pampering. One of his hands cradled Samantha’s head, gently stroking her ears, while the other fondled her large, soft breasts. His fingertips pinched and rolled her nipples until Samantha whimpered in her throat, even as his thick shaft remained buried deep inside her mouth.

"Ah... Samantha..." Joshua called her name, his voice raspy and low, like a beast growling to protect its territory, as she pushed his length deep into her throat until the head grazed the very back of it.

Samantha withdrew her lips, then cupped her own breasts, squeezing his shaft between them as she slid her chest up and down. The sow’s soft breasts worshiped the wolf’s weapon, making his entire body stiffen with intense pleasure.

"Damn it, you are... my little dirty sow," Joshua groaned.

"But you like it, don't you?" Samantha whispered. She moved her breasts to stroke his cock, using the tip of her tongue to taste the swollen, reddened head that was already weeping with pre-cum.

"I do... ah... I love every single part of you."

Joshua's cock swelled so hard that veins bulged prominently against the skin. Samantha pushed him flat onto his back on the bed. Then, she gathered the skirt of her nightgown, bunching it up over her hips to reveal her plump thighs and backside—and right in the center, the pink triangle that the wolf was utterly obsessed with.

Samantha straddled the wolf. Holding his cock with one hand, she slowly pressed her body down, guiding her dripping wet love-channel to merge with his heat.

The wolf entered Samantha without any trouble. Her insides were tight, gripping him in rhythmic pulses.

Joshua gripped Samantha's plump hips, pulling her down to seat her even deeper against him. He thrust his own hips upward in a crushing motion, causing Samantha to cry out as if she were being butchered with a knife... and yes, she was indeed being pierced by Joshua's special knife.

The sow placed her hands on Joshua’s broad chest and began to ride him, moving up and down slowly before picking up the pace to her own desired rhythm. The sound of flesh clapping against flesh echoed throughout the room, blending with their heavy panting and the creaking of the wooden bed.

Her heavy breasts bounced with the force of her riding. Joshua reached up to cup both mounds, kneading and squeezing them heavily.

Samantha was so breathtakingly hot. He would willingly trade an entire rack of hunted meat just for this single session of lovemaking.

Overwhelming ecstasy radiated through both of their bodies. Joshua gritted his teeth to suppress the roaring groans in his throat. The candlelight reflected off Samantha’s body, allowing him to see the sow's face locked in pure ecstasy. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her brow slightly furrowed, and her lips parted to let out soft whimpers every time he bottomed out inside her. Her face was tilted upward, her golden-brown hair swaying wildly with each rise and fall.

"My Samantha," the wolf growled through clenched teeth.

The soft yellow light falling across Samantha’s skin made her look enchanting, like a carved statue. the goddess of his heart for all these years. He wanted to hold her closer, wanted a closeness that went beyond just being inside her. An internal urge commanded him to consume every bit of the beauty before him. Joshua massaged her breasts to his heart's content... before tracing his hands up her arms... over her collarbone... and finally settling around her neck.

But suddenly….

"Don't!" Samantha shrieked. She violently twisted away from Joshua’s hands on her throat, flinging herself to the far corner of the bed. She curled into a ball, trembling violently. The sound of her heart hammering in sheer terror was so loud that Joshua could plainly hear it.

"I'm sorry," the wolf blurted out, quickly pushing himself up from the mattress. "Damn it, are you okay?"

"Don't touch my neck ever again," Samantha said, her voice barely a whisper.

Joshua sat up on the bed, watching Samantha hug herself in the corner, trying to calm her emotions. He desperately wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he didn't dare. He could only wait until Samantha finally began to uncurl.

"Would you like some water?" the wolf asked. At the very least, it was something he could do right now.

Samantha began to relax. She moved back from the corner of the bed and lay flat on her back.

"Yes, please," she said.

The wolf left her to rest with her eyes closed, her arm draped over her forehead, while he poured water into a glass from the pitcher on the table. The water glugged from the pitcher, the level slowly rising until the glass was full.

Suddenly, Samantha spoke up, her eyes still closed.

"Joshua, don't ever touch my neck again."

Joshua froze. It felt as though his heart had been pierced by a thorn. He had terrified Samantha deeply. The wolf had to take a moment to pull himself out of his own guilt before turning around to hand the glass to Samantha, who was now sitting up and hugging her knees. She took the glass and drank.

"I'm so sorry. Were you scared?" he asked, laying down on his side facing her, propping his head up with his hand.

"It's not your fault. I'm just still traumatized," the sow said, swallowing the last gulp of water before continuing. "Ourois choked me... but well, that’s the reason I broke off my engagement with him."

It felt as if a rock had been hurled straight at his head. A surge of fury instantly washed over Joshua.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I'll kill him."

"That's exactly why I didn't tell you," Samantha said, handing the empty glass back to Joshua.

"Why did he choke you? You're beautiful and kind. That absolute psycho," Joshua cursed.

Samantha seemed to be returning to her normal self. In fact... she looked to be in a better mood than before, almost as if Joshua’s fierce protectiveness pleased her.

"Do you really want to hear it?" She flipped over to lie on her stomach next to Joshua, her fingers gently tracing the brown fur on the wolf’s arm.

He gently caught Samantha’s hand and pressed it against his lips.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."

"I can tell you, but you have to promise you won't get angry," she said.

"It must be something awful, but I promise I won't kill him," Joshua said. He laid flat on his back, tucking one arm under his head while using his other hand to place Samantha's hand right over his heart.

"There was this one night," Samantha began her tale. "When I had to ‘do’ that with that guy. I accidentally moaned your name."

It was a short sentence, but one packed with a chaotic mix of emotions. It took the wolf a moment to process it.

"No way," the wolf gasped.

"I imagined you the entire time I had to do that with him. And then I slipped up and groaned your name." She paused for a moment, as if recalling a memory she wished she could forget.

"After that... he choked me." Samantha's hand touched her own neck for a split second before dropping it back down.

"I almost died, but I survived because your name and his name sound somewhat similar. I convinced him that he had misheard. Luckily, he believed me. But my neck was nearly snapped. His hand left bruises on my neck for weeks, and there were marks from his nails, too," Samantha explained.

"I realized right then that I could never marry a male that dangerous. So, I went to the Pig Association to demand a cancellation of the engagement. As for Ourois... his father, Mr. Upig, is a powerful figure in the association. He called me in for a settlement, asking me to keep quiet about the matter in exchange for the Pig Association providing ongoing support to the orphanage. So, I agreed."

Joshua clenched his jaw tight, burning with hatred for Ourois and furious at himself. Samantha had gone through something so horrific and traumatic all on her own. The wolf shifted, wrapping both of his arms around her body, pulling her tight into his embrace.

"If Ourois ever comes near you again, you must tell me," he commanded strictly.

"I definitely will. After all, you're the one who protects me," Samantha said, burying her face against his chest. She looked up into Joshua's eyes, gazing deep into his soul. "Just like when you carried me out of the forest back then."