Wolf’s Bane

Around ten years ago…

“Diwana Armanaz,” read the small piece of cardboard that the tall, thin, brown-skinned man held at the exit of ‘arrivals’ in the airport.

He was indeed nervous, but nobody would ever know that.

He was the kind of man that was raised to be a ‘man’ in the old meaning of the word, suffering in silence and having no idea on how to feel or interpret feelings in any way. Too shy to find a girlfriend that one day would become his wife, he grew older, and tired of being alone while thinking of himself as too old to learn how to get a wife that he would really love, he found the way to get a mail-order bride.

She was beautiful, at least from what he had seen in the pictures.

“How was it possible that she’s available?” he thought more than once. “What would I do when she’s right in front of me?” he thought right then and there as she was just steps away from him.

The airport’s automatic doors opened and all the arriving tourists, visitors, and family members walked past him, greeting joyfully and being greeted by whoever was there to take them home.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Then, there was the beautiful lady standing almost last in the group. She looked lost, and innocent, and a mixture of sadness, worry, and fear showed up in her eyes.

He really wanted to give her something good in exchange for the family and the life that she would be giving him. His heart almost stopped when he saw her, and he had to compose himself and hide again any and all of his emotions.

But he really wanted to try to make things work with her.

“Diwana!” he started calling in a louder monotone, making her look his way. Her dip brown eyes fixed on him. He looked like his picture as well and she was not planning to complain about that.

“The only thing I want for now is to forget… My village, my unloving family… I hope this was a good idea and I can find some peace and love here,” she thought, walking straight to him, not taking her eyes from his.

But then, as soon as they got to the hotel room, the middle point between the faraway airport, and what would be her new house, she had a taste of a reality that was far from what she hoped.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m getting naked. Do the same now, will ya?”

“I just flew for more than ten hours. Please, can you… wait? Please?”

“The only purpose that you have here is to give me a family. I thought we were clear on that,” he said, still removing his clothes.

“It is clear, but… I thought you could consider a little that…”

“That doesn’t matter. Besides, I don’t think we’ll take too long. Just remove your clothes already, lie down, and spread your legs.”

“I don’t… want to,” she said to him, tired but strongly.

“You forget that you owe me, Diwana. I brought you here, paid a lot of money for your flight, and have also paid for your other paperwork and expenses as well. If you have the money to give all that back to me right now, then do that. So, pay me back then take a plane back to your country, or do what I’m telling you to do, NOW.”

Sadly, she knew there was no way out of it. She had no money and even more than that, she had no wish to go back to her country.

With a heavy heart, Diwana followed his instructions, hoping that at least he would be nicer while ‘making love’…

But she was still completely dry when he pushed his half-aroused six-inch dick inside of her and started moving.

It hurt her.

Her body and her heart were broken right then, and he still didn’t stop. Not even the tears of frustration and pain that escaped the eyes of the very strong woman changed his mind.

After a while, her walls finally lubricated due to the continuous force of friction, but not because she could feel any pleasure or desire at all.

How could she, when he didn’t touch her curvaceous, enticing body beyond holding her in place, nor did he kiss her full, soft pink lips? There was not even eye contact. For the next eternally long five minutes, he just moved back and forth, making noises every now and then. And finally, after what was apparently an orgasm, he roughly pulled out of her.

Still naked, he strolled to the other bed in the room, sat on the edge, and made a phone call to order food.

“Diwana, I don’t think this was the right choice… I don’t think this will be what you hoped for…” she thought, covering her naked body as she turned her back on the guy who was now her husband and cried.

“Food is here. Sit, you need to eat to be healthy,” he said, sounding more like a kidnapper than a husband.

They ate in silence, her tears still falling over her food.

“Lie down and open your legs again,” he said, finishing the last of his meal while she had not been able to eat more than half of hers.

And this time, she didn’t try to argue anymore.

After a very sad first night with the man, they travelled to his villa. Her body ached after having to stand him, but then, he now offered his hand to her and helped her up and down the car, opening doors for her, and asking her if she wanted breakfast or lunch along the road.

“Why the hell did you do that, Mason? Did you have to prove a point? If you liked her so much if you wanted her so much, you could have at least listened to her,” he internally blamed himself on the road, trying to find a way to be nicer to her.

He would still be having this personal conversation when he had sex with her again that night in their bedroom, where she just laid lifelessly under him while he pumped inside of her still-dry pussy yet again. And the thoughts continued well into the night after he had finished off and had turned away from his new wife, who had also turned her back on him.

Of course, he knew she was silently crying.

“You never learned how to treat a woman, but tears are never a good sign and it normally means you’re doing something bad. Also, threatening or telling her that she can pay you and go? Be gentle, or what kind of life do you think you’ll have with her like that?” he thought to himself, deciding to really make an effort to treat her better in the future.

Unfortunately, Diwana would find out all about his thoughts about this from him only on his deathbed…

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Eron saw her looking away, her thoughts lost in a time that she really didn’t want to go back to.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked her softly, gently putting his hand on her shoulder and feeling again the strong electric shock that this time he couldn’t attribute it to anything else.

Diwana was taken back to reality by that same shocking sensation, and, after all the memories that assaulted her mind, she remembered why she didn’t like to be touched.

“I-I’m sorry, I really need to go now… I-it’s getting late…” she quickly apologized, putting down her plate and picking up her things, then almost running back to the village in an almost-panic attack.

“Hey wait!” Eron called, frozen in place after seeing her reaction.

The puzzled and slightly frightened woman continued walking briskly away from him as if she didn’t hear him. Whatever it is he did, she certainly got freaked by it.

“Awesome… just great… I better just shift and make sure that she gets back to her house safely,” the newcomer said to himself, still a bit confused about the last part of their evening, but quickly standing, taking his clothes off…

And letting the other side of what he is, out.

Eron shifted completely to his large wolf form with brown fur and light green eyes.

He then ran after her, never letting her see him. After half an hour of brisk walking, Diwa reached a large, beautiful house, light yellowish-cream with dark grey window sills and a roof.

His thoughts as he stayed well hidden in the shadows: “OK. Whatever happened a while ago, at least she is safe now.”