The Luna of the Most Powerful Alphas

"Drink it." A deep and commanding voice resonated above Cynthia's head.

　　The ship swayed gently with the waves, but the cabin was soundproofed so well that no sound of the sea could be heard. Sunlight slanted through the curtains, falling on Cynthia's flushed cheeks.

　　The strong werewolf sitting across from her seemed accustomed to giving orders, and Cynthia was nothing but a lowly subject.

　　Zachary Churchill, the youngest Alpha on the Nox Continent, exuded a natural coldness.

　　Cynthia bit her lip and looked at him.

　　His pitch-black pupils revealed no emotions. Her gaze lowered, eventually settling on the white teacup in front of her. Inside the teacup was a crystal-clear, light red liquid. Zachary's fingers gently stirred the teacup, causing the light red liquid to ripple lightly.

　　Cynthia was powerless to resist his command. She had to complete the task, but... The pristine teacup didn't just contain expensive red tea, but also something she was ashamed to admit.

　　Trembling, Cynthia reached out her hand.

　　Zachary noticed her nervousness and hesitation, but unfortunately, this almost pitiful trembling only aroused his sadistic desire even more.

　　Just as Cynthia was about to touch the teacup, Zachary suddenly changed his mind and stopped her.

　　"What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough?"

　　"No..." Before Cynthia could refuse, her voice turned into a soft moan.

　　"Uh... please, no." Cynthia clamped her legs together, but it only made it easier for the Zachary to insert a finger into her pussy. The little hole was already wet, and her small white panties were pulled aside.

　　His index finger pressed deep into her inner wall. Although it was just one finger, how could the virgin pussy withstand this kind of deliberate pressure? The already moist pussy was now completely soaked.

　　"Spread your legs." He ordered. He stared at the young girl in front of him. Unable to withstand the pressure of his gaze, Cynthia slowly opened her knees. She was kneeling on a red sofa chair, and this movement exposed her entire light pink pussy to the air.

　　He withdrew his finger, and the cool air rushed into her pussy.

　　The soft flesh of Cynthia's pussy involuntarily contracted twice. She thought him had given up on playing with her, but the next second, a cold object replaced his finger and pressed against her pussy. It was a copper spoon that he had just taken out of the teacup.

　　The teacup was placed on the small table.

　　"Mr. Churchill..." Cynthia's pleading voice was heard, but the man did not respond as she had hoped.

　　The cold back of the spoon pressed back and forth against her clitoris and labia, as if trying to dig out the core.

　　Cynthia wanted to avoid the touch of the spoon, but the man had already grabbed her waist and trapped her between his body and the sofa.

　　"When you came in, didn't you tell me that you could do anything I asked?" Although it sounded like a question, it seemed as if Zachary didn't care if Cynthia responded or not.