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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This came to celebrate Carlos' birthday and to open the new phase of my profile. This is supposed to have five chapters, no more, no less. I don't know what else to say, so read on!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

Part One: We Were Born To Die

”Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die”

Europe, 1498.

She packed all her belongings into a deep leather bag, threw in crystals, grimoires, a few candles, and other magical items; she couldn't stay there long, her hiding place had been discovered and soon crazy fanatics would be there to drag her to the stake. She couldn't waste her family's sacrifice in keeping her alive.

“Let's go, Spix, let's not wait for those madmen to take us to the fire or the gallows” she said, picking up the cat and putting it in the basket. Toledo was no longer a safe place, in fact there was no safe place, with the frightening religious fanaticism that the kings of Spain were feeding, everyone was suspected of witchcraft and heresy, women were dragged to the catacombs of churches and were never seen again.

S/N saw husbands hand over their wives, fathers hand over their daughters, everyone wanted the silver coins that the Church was offering. She needed to get away from this, S/N knew that her neighbors were suspicious of her, a woman living alone on the outskirts of the village attracted attention. She couldn't leave any room for bad luck.

She threw a black cape over her simple dress, tightened her boots, and left the house, saying goodbye silently. That house where her parents lived their entire lives, where she herself spent her life, would soon be burned down, so many memories would be turned into ashes; He didn't look back, he clutched the bag under his arm and ran into the woods, listening to Spix's meows, nestled in the bag.

The moonlight illuminated her steps, ensuring that she managed to avoid roots and holes in the ground and it wasn't long before she heard the angry shouts of the villagers, She hid behind a thick trunk and saw the torches shining in the darkness, they cried out the name of God, calling her a witch and accusing her of heresy. S/N heard her door being broken down.

It wouldn't be long before they noticed her absence and went hunting for her in the forest. She needed to run far away, get away from poor fanatics after a few dozen silver coins. Her life wasn't worth that.

She made her way to a remote part of the forest, where wolves and other wild animals hid. No villager would dare to go there, after all, no one wanted to become wolf food.

When she passed through the oak arch, a shiver shook her insides, S/N looked at the sky and the Moon shone so brightly that it illuminated small patches of darkness in the forest, and a thought made her stop: It was a full moon night and the werewolves would go out to hunt.

She was vulnerable in the middle of the woods, with only a small dagger in the pocket of her cloak and her magic. Anyway, she hoped that no werewolves would cross her path, or she would have a lot of problems besides angry Catholics.

She went deeper into the forest, even Spix's meows fell silent. In fact, there was no sound at all, the wind did not cut through the trees, the leaves did not rustle, not even the nocturnal animals screeched in their hiding places. Until a deep sound echoed, an angry growl that betrayed hunger.

Y/N gripped the dagger with trembling fingers, witches and werewolves had hated each other since the first dawn, if it really was a hungry werewolf there, she would love to devour her, just for the pleasure of destroying her; he took a deep breath and ran between the trees, whatever it was, he wasn't going to risk staying there, even though turning his back was already a high risk.

She ended up in a clearing completely lit by the moon, the exact same clearing where she and her mother used to perform rituals to thank the goddess for the harvest and the coven celebrated.

But that was before Ferdinand and Isabella began their persecution. Before she saw her friends burn at the stake, her parents die on the gallows.

A dark bark stopped her in the middle of the clearing, Y/N heard the branches being broken and the frightening sound of teeth chattering. Her heart accelerated painfully, she was terrified, maybe she could make the roots hold him, but her magic wasn't strong enough for that.

Her magic core was weak and did not have enough strength to channel forces of nature. She would have to make do with an iron dagger and the help of the goddess.

— ☽ —

It was the night of the full moon and he could feel the effects surging through his body since early on, and there was a strange feeling present in his chest. Carlos felt that something was going to happen that night, and it wouldn't just be the milestone of his thirty years of age.

He saw his father cross the small village with a group of refugees, religious madness had arrived in those parts and was terrorizing his people, there was no one who did not fear being dragged into the church basement. No one wanted to be tortured and killed.

“Stop daydreaming and go help your sister, that roof is still going to fall on her head” he heard his mother order.

“Where is her husband? That’s that lazy bastard’s responsibility,” he questioned, but received a click of his tongue in return. He growled in irritation, Carlos would beat up his brother-in-law as soon as he could. And he wouldn't care about his sister's crying or his father's lecture.

He trudged over to his sister's shack, seeing Blanca hanging from the roof, hammering some nails into the central beam. This only made him growl even more, he really was going to punch his brother-in-law in the face as soon as he got the chance.

“Blanca, what the hell are you doing there?" He stopped far enough away to see his sister, Blanca wiped the sweat on her forehead and glared at him mockingly.

“I think I'm baking bread, what do you think?” she retorted sarcastically.

“And where is your useless husband? He must be sleeping…”

“Don't talk about him like that, you know his health is fragile” She tries to defend her husband, but this only increases Carlos' irritation.

“He's a werewolf, Blanca, the only fragile thing about him is his will to work” Carlos growled “Get down from there, I'll take care of this, since your husband is as useless as a leaky bucket!”

The woman came down from the roof, and Carlos took her place, still complaining about his sister's husband and insisting on hammering the boards hard, not caring if it would wake the sleeping man. Work distracted him from the strange feeling in his chest, he didn't know how the full moon night would end, but he knew something would happen.

Only when the sun began to set on the horizon did Carlos finish repairs to his sister's house — not without landing two hard punches in the face of his brother-in-law who dared to complain about the noise. He needed to prepare, As it was the first night of the full moon, the effects would be more intense, and he needed to prepare his body and mind to allow the beast to command him.

As night fell, Carlos felt the involuntary spasms and his gums itched, the bones in his legs and arms cracked painfully, anticipating the metamorphosis.

And of course, the sensation increased along with the discomfort, the beast inside him scratched the walls, howling as if it was foretelling something. Maybe it was the villagers appearing on the edge of their land, maybe it was the witches who had returned, it could be anything.

Any damn thing.

When the transformation, he began to run between the trees, smelling the wet grass, the animals nestled in their dens, Carlos felt the wet earth under his feet and when he realized it, he was running on four legs, his peripheral vision was greater and his sense of smell could perceive things dozens of meters away.

He stopped abruptly and howled at the full moon, announcing the arrival of his birthday. That morning Carlos had turned thirty and there was nothing like fresh venison to celebrate.

He sniffed the air, searching for his prey and licked his sharp teeth when he caught the scent of a fox lurking in the bushes. The huge wolf followed the scent into the clearing, his eyes fixed on the distracted fox, he was about to pounce when a different scent filled the air.

The sweet scent of lavender and lemon hit his nose like a blow, disorienting the lycanthrope and he turned his skull, searching for the source of the smell and It wasn't long before the leaves on the far edge of the clearing parted and revealed a girl. Up close, her scent was more striking, more mystical.

Witch.

He growled, angry that she had disrupted his hunt and stirred his senses. His heart was pounding and he studied the girl, she was running away and looked terrified, the witch was sweating under her thick cloak and breathing quickly, her eyes scanning the trees and the wolf knew she was aware of his presence.

He could hear her heart beating and the wind started to blow again, carrying her scent to him and he growled, torn between wanting to smell her up close and killing her.

Werewolves had been killing witches since the beginning of time and his nature insisted that he rip out the girl's little neck. She pulled out a small metal dagger and he grunted with laughter, the little witch really thought an iron dagger would stop him.

He was eager to see her try.

With a powerful leap, the werewolf stopped in front of her, seeing her gasp in fright, her heartbeat increasing to the point of occupying all of the creature's sensitive hearing.

That was his feeling, somehow someone would die that night, either him or the little witch, after all that was the final outcome — regardless of how many ages his existence could drag on, at some point he would die. And the little witch too.

After all, all creatures are born to die.

But fate changed its course along with the path of the wind as soon as the wolf met the witch's eyes.

That could only be a bad joke from the Moon.

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I'm excited about this story because I love werewolves and witches so I can't stop reading it. This will be the last one posted until I update Underworld Sun, because I've been owing this update for a few days.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die;

Part Two: Monsters

One misstep, you're mine And you better stay clever if you wanna survive

Her breath caught in her chest as she saw the massive beast emerging from the bushes, its fangs as big as the blade of her dagger, its eyes gleaming like molten gold and stared at him with nothing but murderous fury. Being the first night of the full moon, Y/N could feel the deep magic of lycanthropy within him, vibrating the beast's solid muscles and teasing his senses, making it tastier prey than any animal in the forest.

It was a bad day to be with your magic so weak.

The werewolf began to surround her and Y/N did the same, she couldn't give him a chance to attack from behind, dying wasn't in her plans. Whether from angry villagers or from that hungry werewolf. Her eyes remained glued to the massive creature in front of her, she couldn't take her eyes off the wolf's dangerous fangs; her fingers pressed the dagger and she took a deep breath, asking for wisdom and strength to get out of that situation.

“I’m not going to die tonight, beast, so I hope you don’t mind when I use your fur as a blanket,” she said. Y/N knew how to poke a mindless beast with twice her strength and huge teeth were dangerous, but she had never been a sensible witch, and now was not the time to start being one.

The moon shone even brighter in the sky and an ancient shiver ran down her spine. At that moment, the wind carried whispers in an ancient voice to her. Whispers that she didn't like to hear and Before she could think, her magic core was gone and her body lost its strength. She fainted, dropping her dagger, dropping her bag; the black kitten purred, ignoring the werewolf standing there, much more concerned about his owner. Spix pressed his feline snout to the witch's face, waiting for her to wake up.

Trapped in her subconscious, Y/N looked around, recognizing the tiny kitchen of the cottage she shared with her parents, the smell of her mother's familiar herbal tea made the girl whimper. She missed her mother so much, her advice and love, and that smell made things less unbearable to deal with.

She heard light, rhythmic footsteps and saw her mother enter the room, wearing the raw cotton dress and white stone necklace, so characteristic that they made her eyes burn.

“Would you like some tea, dear? You look hungry,” she heard her mother say. “The rye bread is fresh, have a piece, will you?”

"Mommy?” She spoke softly, approaching fearfully and touching the woman's face, and when she felt the soft texture of the older woman's cheek, Y/N finally gave in to tears. “I missed you, mommy!”

The older one hugged her before Y/N fell to her knees on the floor, the younger witch felt herself being dragged to a chair.

“I missed you too my little sunshine, don't cry anymore, your dad and I are fine, glad you're safe”

“This is so unfair, you didn't deserve to die like this, I w-wanted to help...” she sobbed, her face hidden in her mother's shoulder.

“Shhhh it's okay, there's nothing you could do dear, and I honestly don't regret saving your life, I didn't give birth to you to watch you die, dear, stop crying over things that are beyond your reach,” she said, making the girl look at her and wiped her tears. “Let's not waste this precious time we have with complaints and tears, I need to tell you something... Something important that will change your future”

The young witch's still tearful face contorted in confusion and she saw her mother smile, stroking her damp cheeks.

“W-what do you mean?”

Y/N saw her mother sigh loudly “After tonight, nothing will be the same, my love, it's time to stop the killing between our people and the lycanthropes”

“M-Me?” she laughed in disbelief “I can barely keep my magic core stable, how can I stop something that has been going on for centuries?!”

“You young people are so impatient, let me explain, we don’t have much time, so be quiet,” her mother scolded. “There are few things in the world that are truly unbreakable, the bond of partnership between a werewolf and his destined one is one of those things and you are on the other end of the cord, my dear.”

S/N stood up, her mother couldn't be serious, it could only be a joke in bad taste.

“I can’t mate with a werewolf! I’m a witch.”

“But you are, and that will change the history of our people, S/N,” the older witch said seriously. “We are being persecuted and killed by madmen who use the name of God to justify their sins” She paused for a few seconds, reinforcing her speech “We cannot protect ourselves on both fronts, my little sun, we need to choose our battles and it is time to stop fighting with the wolves”

“But why me?! I’m not the best option to negotiate peace in a thousand-year-old war!”

“But you will, I can't give you any more details, I know you will do the right thing, just follow your heart, it always knows the right direction” the woman said, getting up to get some tea.

“Then I will have to kill him, because that is where my heart is going.”

Y/N grumbled in disbelief. As if her life wasn't already busy enough.

“Don’t be petulant, girl, and accept the goddess’s designs, she knows what she’s doing and I know you’ll be happy.”

Y/N sighed, feeling like she was waking up, so her time with her mother was close to ending.

“I don’t want to say goodbye, take me with you”

“I would never do that to you, my love... You have a beautiful life ahead of you and I know you will be happy, trust me, okay?”

The little witch sniffed and nodded.

“You are never alone, and live your life the best way you can, your father and I love you, dear.” Y/N felt a kiss on her forehead and saw everything fade before her eyes.

— ☽ —

The werewolf watched the witch fall to the ground unconscious. It was a strange thing, because he hadn't even intended to attack her—yet. In other times he would have taken advantage and satisfied his hunger, but his instincts told him otherwise. The werewolf approached slowly, but stopped when he saw the cat bristle and growl in his direction. That cat was a totem linked to the unconscious witch, and if he tried to attack her, he would probably have to deal with that stupid cat.

The wolf licked his teeth, he couldn't kill the witch, but he couldn't retreat either, his paws kept moving forward even though the cat was ready to scratch his snout. The moon grew brighter and a bit of rationality came to the werewolf's mind, the creature poked the witch's cheek, receiving no response.

As delicately as he could, he gathered the belongings that had fallen out of the bag with his nose and teeth and thought of a way to put it on his back. The cat watched the whole process and He gave a meow that, to the werewolf's ears, sounded like mockery, and before he could grab the kitten, the werewolf saw the cat digging in the ground near the witch and understood what the little animal wanted. Within minutes a large hole next to the witch's unconscious body was opened, the werewolf entered the hole and pulled the witch by the cape with his teeth, making her fall onto her back. With the girl unconscious, the wolf jumped until he was out of the hole, being careful not to knock her over and shouted carefully, being closely followed by the black cat, the moonlight flickered slightly before hiding behind a cloud.

The werewolf kept his pace short until he reached his small village, only children, some pregnant women and elderly people were present, all the rest spread out into the forest to hunt and give in to instincts. He entered the furthest cabin from the village, and laid the witch on the bed, she remained unconscious and he left, leaving the cat at the door. He wasn't happy about having a witch so close to his people, but his instincts screamed to catch her and keep her close.

He left the unconscious witch there and ran back into the woods, he needed to eat and he needed to stay away from her, or he would end up killing the girl and something in his bones told him to keep her alive.

— ☽ —

The sun was rising when she finally woke up. She knew that experiences like this were possible, but she never expected to experience one in person. Y/N she felt the fluffy weight on her abdomen and ran her fingers through Spix's silky fur, the kitten purred, rubbing his little face against her hand, clearly relieved that she had woken up; Y/N blinked slowly, catching glimpses of a wooden and straw roof above her, only to snap up, she was no longer in the forest, she was in an unfamiliar cabin. Alone with her cat.

She looked around, finding her things thrown in a corner, stained with diluted blood.

“By the grace of the Goddess, what happened last night?” she muttered to herself, looking at her things, the candles were broken, but the rest seemed intact thankfully. None of her grimoires had been lost. Little by little, memories of last night came back to her mind, the escape from her home, the search for shelter in the woods, the werewolf in her path and the strange conversation with her mother... Y/N rubbed the back of her neck, feeling strangely tired, even though she slept through the night. She looked around, trying to figure out where she was, but nothing gave away who the cabin belonged to or who had brought her there. but if Spix was cool with it, it must be a good sign.

She avoided thinking as much as she could about the conversation with her mother as she rummaged through her belongings in the cabin, she could never be a werewolf's mate. They had been enemy races for so many years that she didn't even know the reason for the enmity, and she didn't even mention that her insides were turning over at the idea, no, her mother was delirious. She was sure of it.

She found some still-good bread and a canteen of beer, it wasn't the best breakfast, but she was starving and couldn't afford to refuse food; S/N devoured the bread in three bites and She downed her beer in one gulp. Maybe now she could leave, pretending her mother hadn't said anything as absurd as that. It would never work, she was a witch, that bond was unnatural, it couldn't happen.

Quickly, she gathered her things and picked up Spix, but the cat jumped off her lap and remained on the bed.

“Let’s go, Spix, we don’t know whose house this is, we’re not going to stay to find out” she said as she reached out her hands to grab the feline, but Spix jumped away, making Y/N frown in confusion. “Now, don’t be like that, Spix! I know this bed is comfortable, but we’re not staying here! It’s dangerous!”

The kitten meowed in protest and Y/N asked the heavens for patience, or she would take the cat by the tail. “Come on Spix, I'm in charge!”

She couldn't be ignored any more than that, the black cat raised his own magic and became invisible, making Y/N curse. Y/N felt around on the bed, finding the cat among the woolen blankets and before it could get loose, she put it in the leather bag and ran out of the cabin, she couldn't stay there, he didn't know who might arrive and he wouldn't risk himself like that and it wouldn't be a cat that would dictate her actions.

As morning arrived, Carlos breathed a sigh of relief when the beast allowed him to control his body again, he had few memories of last night, but he knew there was a girl lying in his bed, a girl who was probably his companion.

A witch.

He could feel her scent impregnated on his body, it was a cruel joke of fate, the Moon could not unite him with a witch. It was absurd that he wanted to laugh, as if his life wasn't troubled enough, he still had to deal with a damn witch in his house, a witch who was his predestined. He was on his way home when the scent of lavender and lemon reached his nose and it wasn't long before he heard quick footsteps breaking branches on the ground. Before he could understand, Carlos ran in the direction of the scent, his body transforming mid-run, he could see the witch's thick cloak fluttering in the air as she walked away; It wasn't as if the little witch could run faster than him and in a short time, Carlos was just a few meters away from her. His muscles tensed and he leapt at her, knocking her to the muddy ground until they ended up rolling down a local ravine. She screamed in fright, trying to pull away from him, but she was trapped between him and the ground.

Carlos growled, holding the witch under his body, was she leaving? How dare she?!

She began to punch and kick the wolf above her, but he growled, leaving his teeth exposed, making the smaller girl retreat as far as she could on the ground.

“Get off me, help! Help, someone help me!” she screamed, but all she heard was the birds squawking and the trees crashing against each other. The werewolf got off her and grabbed the witch's ankle, dragging her back to the cabin. "Let go of me!" she tried to kick the creature, but it sank its teeth into her skin, making her scream.

Behind them, Spix trotted along leisurely, dragging his leather bag carefully as he followed.

Carlos wondered if it was really the right thing to drag that witch back to his house, she was a witch, she could kill his entire family, he gave up.He didn't understand why the Moon had chosen a witch to be her companion, this couldn't be serious, it had to be a joke.

She kept struggling and kicking, trying to get free, which made Carlos grunt with laughter, her efforts were laughable and it was clear she didn't have enough magic to break free, otherwise he would have already been thrown against a tree.

It wasn't enough to be a witch, she was also useless.

As soon as they arrived at the cabin, Carlos let go of her ankle and walked around the house, the girl didn't need to see him naked, he transformed and picked up a pair of pants hanging on the clothesline next door, listening to her whine about the bruises on her ankle. When he came back inside, the witch was rubbing her ankle, muttering a strange chant that he didn't understand.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you had stayed here until I got back,” he said, surprising the girl, the witch screamed in fright, throwing a broken candle at him, which he dodged without any further problems.

“I have no reason to stay here!” she scolded, trying to stand, ignoring her sore ankle.

“You have nowhere to go, girl, or you wouldn’t be running through the woods in the middle of the night.” He landed a wound on the witch, who took a deep breath, trying not to think about what she had lost in such a short time.

“That’s none of your business, mutt,” she retorted rudely and Carlos clenched his jaw, irritated by the insult.

“That became my business from the moment you became my companion!”

“I AM NOT YOUR MATE!” she screamed and the rafters of the hut shook, her magic gradually returning.

Carlos looked at her even more stressed, this really shouldn't be happening, he should be connected to a wolf from his pack, following the natural course of things. But no, he was there, destined for a witch.

"You can scream all you want, little witch, you are my companion, whether you like it or not, and you will stay here.”

“Never! I’d rather die!” She marched towards him so determinedly that she didn't even groan in pain and stared at him without fear. “You'll have to tie me up!”

He tilted his head back, laughing deeply at the girl in front of him. “That’s not a problem, little witch, I’m very good with ropes.”

She screamed in anger and backed away from him, feeling her body tremble, abruptly her magical core had completely restored itself and she refused to believe that this was due to the bond with the werewolf.

“Even though I haven’t marked you yet, we’re united, little witch,” he said mockingly, “there’s no way you can leave here, because listen carefully...” he approached her, feeling the angry vibration that the witch emanated so strongly. “I don't care if our races have hated each other for centuries, I don't care if you want to disembowel me now, the Moon has decided that you would be mine, and that's what you are from now on, so don't even think about running away from me, witch, because I'll hunt you down to the end of the world”

Neither of them even realized that they were inches away from each other, Carlos only noticed when the scent of lavender and lemon disoriented his senses.

“There’s no point in running away, you’re mine now and you’re going to stay here”

“I don’t belong to anyone! Much less to a mutt like you!”

In one quick movement, Carlos wrapped his arms around the witch's throat and they both fell onto the bed.

“Don’t call me a mutt, you filthy little witch.”

He felt her swallow hard and take a deep breath, struggling to get away from him, but Carlos pressed harder on the girl's throat, seeing her choke a little, but that didn't last long, because he was thrown against the wall, knocking over some shelves.

“I’ll kill you!” they shouted together.

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Moon Spell | Mastelist

Synopsis: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

Pairing: Carlos!werewolf x Femreader!witch

part one: we were born to die

part two: monsters

part three: war of hearts

part four: wolves without teeth

part five: a little wicked

history playlist on spotify: moon spell 🌙

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Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: This is moving so fast, I spend all day thinking about MS, this story became my favorite before I could think.

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters;

Part Three: War of Hearts

I can't help but be wrong in the dark

Cause I'm overcome in this war of hearts.

The noise of their fight reached the small village and attracted the people around Carlos's cabin, including his family. His father stepped between the people and stood in the doorway, watching the two of them fighting on the floor like two animals.

“What the hell is a witch doing in your house, Carlos?!”

The buzz made the two stop rolling on the floor and stand up, Y/N felt her magic tingling in her fingertips, ready to attack anyone and unconsciously, Carlos placed himself in front of her, hiding the witch from the eyes of his father and his people.

“You’re giving shelter to a witch?! A damn witch?!”

“She’s my mate, father,” he said simply, watching his father growl in pure hatred. “That’s why she’s here.”

Carlos clenched his hands into fists, he found himself in an uncomfortable situation, he agreed with his father, witches were treacherous and evil creatures, however he was there, protecting a witch who could burn down the entire village and kill everyone. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, a part of him wanted to kill the witch, the other wanted to kiss her and mark her.

“You can’t be serious!” his father shouted furiously, he knew it was unacceptable for a wolf to take a witch as his mate and if it were up to Carlos, none of this would be happening. But none of that depended on him, the Moon had determined it and there was nothing he could do.

Carlos and the witch were soul mates and it was decided.

He thought of a way to make the situation less complicated, but before he could come up with a plan, his hut was invaded by other villagers, ready to lynch the witch; his stomach twisted in pure horror and he growled loudly, keeping everyone away while keeping the witch behind him.

“Get out of the way, Carlos,” his father ordered, but Carlos grabbed the witch’s wrist, keeping her close to him, he could feel her heartbeat, he could smell her fear and it made the beast inside him scratch at the walls, wanting to get out and eliminate any threat to his chosen one.

“No one will lay a finger on her, she is mine” his voice was dubious, affirming the presence of the man and the werewolf at that moment. The human part of Carlos wanted to die at that moment, he could feel the disappointment and fear of his peers at his decision, but the feral part didn't care. The witch was his mate and anyone who tried to harm her would be dead before they could breathe again. “You can’t kill her without killing me too, and I’ll send anyone who tries to go to hell.”

The murmur grew inside the small cabin, until Carlos's father raised his hand, there was pain, disappointment and fear in the older man's features and his voice was filled with regret.

“You should have bonded with a woman of our people, not that filthy witch, Carlos!”

The werewolf swallowed the huge lump in his throat and his voice still carried the presence of the beast there “The Moon decided it would be her, there is nothing to be done about it”

The buzz grew, Carlos knew he only had two options, to deny — and consequently, kill his partner — or to continue with her, living with the possibility of being an outcast to his people. Both options were horrible and he would rather die right there, but the Moon would not grant him such a gift.

Carlos heard his father take a deep breath, extremely tired, as if that conversation had added another hundred years to the leader's back.

“If the Moon truly brought you two together, we can do nothing but accept it,” her father said reluctantly, “but don’t think I won’t kill you if you try anything against my people, girl, I regardless of who your partner is.”

Little by little, the cabin emptied until Carlos and the witch were left, she was still standing there, with her eyes wide open, Carlos only realized he was holding her when he felt the tingling in his arm. Carlos let go of her as if he had been shocked and took a step away from her, everything was confusing and they needed to clarify a couple of things.

“No one needs to go through this,” she said softly, very different from the angry witch from moments before. “I’ll leave and we can avoid a lot of headaches,” she concluded, picking up her bag.

“I already told you that you're not going anywhere, little witch, you're mine and you'll stay here.”

She rolled her eyes and patted her dress, brushing the dust off her clothes. “Don’t be ignorant, neither of us want this partnership, there’s no reason for us to stay together.”

Carlos approached her again, keeping a few centimeters away, they were so close that they could feel their breaths mixing.

“You know we wouldn’t be together if it wasn’t meant to be, witch,” he clicked his tongue and gave her a stern look, “We’re mates and you will be, because I’ve already warned you, there is not a hole on this Earth that I wouldn't dig up looking for you, even if I have to tie you to the bed, you're not leaving”

She stomped her foot and growled in irritation, making Carlos laugh, after so much animosity and stress, he could better notice the witch in front of him. She was beautiful, that was obvious to anyone with good eyesight, she had sharp features and messy hair, which seemed to match her mystical aura. The witch's eyes also lived up to her magical nature, regardless of their color, her eyes were as clear as a lake of clear waters, so expressive that Carlos could understand all her repressed feelings.

Anger, fear, perhaps a bit of killing intent, and calmness. It was confusing to see why he himself also felt such feelings within himself.

“This is your home now, no one is going to take you away from here and in return you are not leaving either, unless I go too”

“Why the hell do you insist on this? We hate each other!”

“Yes, I know that,” he agreed, running a hand through his hair, making it even more disheveled. “But you were mine the moment I laid eyes on you, just as I am yours, whether we like it or not.”

She let out a frustrated breath and let her bag fall to the floor.

“I won't sleep with you”

“Then sleep on the floor, I will not give my bed to a filthy witch.”

“Flea-bitten mutt!”

“Filthy witch!”

— ☽ —

Her mother's words were echoing in her mind, repeating over and over, she was a werewolf's mate, she was in a village full of werewolves and she couldn't leave, both because of the werewolf — that she discovered was called Carlos — and by something keeping her there. No matter how much she insisted on her desire to leave, her feet no longer followed the path to the exit. Resigned that she would not leave, she decided to exercise her magic, organizing the shack that she and Carlos — it was still strange to call it or think of it with a name, in fact — destroyed during the fight.

With just a few nods, she put the shelves back in place, fixed the table, and remade some clay pots. She wiped off all the dust and made the bed, making everything presentable again; When it was over, Y/N looked at her own state, she was filthy, her dress was a rag and there were leaves, twigs and mud stuck in her hair. She needed to clean herself urgently.

She searched the cabin for something she could wear, since she had only one dress and nothing to wash in. Y/N decided to dress in Carlos' clothes, which she found in a nearby trunk. It would be enough until she had fabric to sew a decent dress, muttering about her bad luck, she searched her bag for something that could wash her skin, but to her misfortune, she had left the herbal paste she used in the bath at her house, which must have been on fire at this moment. Thinking about his home made his heart tighten, in less than a day his life had turned upside down and he couldn't do anything to go back to the way it was.

“The Goddess couldn’t have done this to me,” she whimpered, leaving the cabin. During her escape, she had seen a nearby stream, which would be enough for a bath and she should take advantage of the fact that the sun was warm. She felt Spix's presence following her silently, the cat exuded satisfaction and Y/N rolled her eyes, thinking that if she hadn't wasted time trying to convince Spix, both would be far away at that moment. The sound of running water helped to dispel her conflicting thoughts and she allowed herself to relax, even if only for a few moments; looking around to make sure no one was there, Y/N got rid of her dirty dress and stepped into the cold water, hissing at the temperature.

She sank until she was submerged, hoping the water would wash away the dirt and troubles from her body. Y/N rubbed her body with her bare hands to try to clean herself. Since last night, she had been in the middle of the woods, rolling in the mud, on the beaten earth. She was the very picture of dirt.

Spix sat on a rock near the river, watching his owner wash herself, the fury with which she began to scrub her own body was giving way to sadness, nothing that was happening in her life had been planned, she didn't know what to do, she was completely alone in the middle of werewolves who wouldn't hesitate to try to kill her, was unwillingly joined to an annoying werewolf with stalker tendencies. Sadness turned to melancholy as she began to hum the lullaby she had heard her mother sing since she was a little girl.

When she was satisfied with the cleanliness of her body, Y/N decided to enjoy the water, which was much more pleasant after being submerged for so long. The current slowed down, allowing the witch to float on the water, looking at the blue sky between the treetops; she was almost asleep when a snap of a branch breaking made her alert, Y/N stopped floating and let the water cover her naked body again and it wasn't long before Carlos appeared in the middle of the bushes, his dark eyes seemed to be blazing with anger.

“What the hell! You shouldn't have gone out alone!”

“I needed a shower! I couldn’t wait for you to come back!” he shouted back. “Would you please stop staring?!”

Carlos growled and turned his face away “it’s not like I want to see anything there”

“Splendid! Then stop looking, flea-bitten!”

Y/N took advantage of the fact that Carlos wasn't looking and got out of the river as fast as she could and got dressed, or tried to, since she got confused with her clothes, which were too big for her, Carlos wasn't that tall, but he was a well-built man, with broad muscles and big bones.

"Let me help you, silly little witch" he said, pulling her shirt, Y/N only had time to cover her breasts with her arms. Carlos pushed the shirt over her head and helped her put on the sleeves. “Now let’s go,” he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into the cabin. He walked in front of her, oblivious to Y/N's inquisitive gaze, she assessed Carlos' broad back, only there did she see that Carlos was wearing only raw cotton pants, his broad back exposed to the witch's eyes, dozens of scars permeated his skin. All the scars looked old, but considering how fast the wolf metabolism was, they could have been made the day before and would have the same scarred appearance.

“As much as I don’t mind calling you a filthy witch, I need to know your name,” he said, both of them still far from the cabin.

“Y/N,” she said simply, keeping her eyes on him, but quickly looked away when Carlos looked at her over his shoulder. “What is it?”

“Aren't you going to ask my name?”

She clicked her tongue and shrugged, “I heard your father say, your name is Carlos.”

They continued the rest of the way in silence, she heard children's giggles, some children were going into the woods and laughing at them as they passed. She couldn't judge them, she sure looked ridiculous in Carlos's oversized clothes. Y/N saw Spix stop near the children and purred as she received strokes between the ears and on the belly.

The children ended up forgetting about her and Carlos, playing with Spix who used his magic to change the color of his fur, which made the children laugh out loud.

When they arrived home, she found a woman near the wood stove, stirring the huge cauldron.

“I said I didn't need it, Blanca,” Carlos said, resting his hand on Y/N's lower back and pushing her into the house. “We still have some bread here…”

“Oh, shut up Carlos, I didn’t make this for you, I’m cooking for my new and permanent sister-in-law” the woman, Blanca, stepped away from the pot and wiped her hands on a cloth hanging over her shoulder. She was pretty, similar to Carlos, but there were laugh lines all over her face, she must have smiled a lot more than her brother.

“Are you the little witch everyone is talking about?” she said, wrapping Y/N in a firm, warm hug.

“I guess so,” she gave an awkward chuckle, “I’m Y/N, I’m glad to meet you.”

“I'm glad to meet you, Y/N! But I have to wish you good luck, my brother is terrible!”

The two heard the wolf behind them snort and laughed in response. Blanca seemed kind and welcoming, probably the natural hatred wasn't strong in her. This made Y/N a little calmer.

“Oh, I’ve already had a glimpse of his mood, but I’m not worried,” she said, drawing a laugh from Blanca.

“Anyway! I didn't just come to meet you, you must be hungry, I used the rest of the meat in the pantry and some vegetables and made some soup, come eat” Blanca pulled her to the table and Y/N saw the woman serving a deep bowl of soup, with a generous piece of bread and a mug of wine. “No need to be shy, eat, I can hear your stomach growling”

The little witch felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but Blanca didn't seem affected, she just encouraged her to eat, not that she needed to, the food smelled wonderful and she was really hungry. When she took her first spoonful of soup, she moaned with satisfaction, it tasted as good as it smelled and before she knew it, had already devoured everything.

“It was delicious, Blanca, thank you,” he said, placing the mug of wine on the table. “How can I repay you?”

“Don't think about it, Y/N, it was just a welcome treat, the people of the village might be scared by your arrival, but I'm happy, this might mean that we'll put an end to this stupid fight.”

Y/N remembered her mother's words, apparently there was a way to escape what the Goddess had designated for her life. So I could only pray for wisdom and patience, as I knew I would need it.

She felt Carlos's gaze on her back, she hoped the Goddess knew what she was doing, because that partnership bond was perfect chaos.

Weeks later.

She ran into the house, placing her hand on her chest. Y/N felt her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. She blinked repeatedly and shook her head, trying to dispel the vision he had had minutes before. By the Goddess, she just wanted to get some herbs from the riverbank, she didn't expect to find the werewolf swimming naked in the river. She still took a good look at the werewolf's entire body before turning around and hurrying back to the hut.

Y/N had never seen a naked man before, and embarrassment made her neck and cheeks heat up.The sight of Carlos swimming vigorously against the current made her blood run faster in her veins.

She slapped her palm against her forehead “Don’t focus on that, Y/N, think about something else, you hate him, remember?”

She decided to focus on the bath paste he was making, he would have to use the flowers that surrounded the cabin instead of the herbs he liked, but he refused to go back to the river. Spix meowed, jumping onto the table next to her, and Y/N squeaked, shaking her finger at him.

“Don’t say anything! That shouldn’t have happened, it was an accident!” she scolded the cat, but Spix meowed again, lying down on the table and resting his head on his paws. “I shouldn’t have seen anything!”

Y/N mixed the ingredients of the bath paste with more force than necessary, trying to keep the memory of Carlos away, even though her cheeks were hot, even though his heart was racing.

“You're going to end up breaking that bowl, little witch” she screamed in fright when she heard Carlos enter the cabin, the spoon she was using flew away when she screamed. “Wow, I didn’t know you were scalded, little witch.”

Y/N rested her hand on her chest again and turned to Carlos, who was only wearing wool pants and his hair was damp from the shower. Carlos was distracted looking for a shirt in the trunk while Y/N scrutinized his entire body, remembering the unexpected encounter in the river. Her cheeks, which were already hot, became scalding hot.

She could hate him all she wanted, but she had to admit, Carlos was gorgeous and he seemed oblivious to that fact. She couldn't even answer him, her eyes losing sight of Carlos' half-naked body, he seemed more concerned with finding a shirt than figuring out why she hadn't answered. Her mind traveled to places she'd never known and she was surprised by the things she thought.

You hate him, keep that in mind, it doesn't matter that the Goddess decided we would be soulmates, she thought, returning to his task, the bath paste was almost ready, fortunately the flowers worked, but it was nothing like the herbs that liked.

For weeks now, the animosity between her and Carlos had diminished, the provocations still existed, they continued to fight, but the hatred itself had long since disappeared.

She shook her head, pushing the memory away, Y/N decided to think about something else, remembering that the Full Moon would arrive in a few days and he needed to get some things out in the open.

“The Full Moon is coming, do I need to worry about you stalking me again?” she asked, transferring the paste to a clay pot, trying to remain calm.

“Of course, we haven’t completed the link yet, until the link is finalized, you will need to stay at Blanca’s house” He said, taking a piece of cake, which Y/N had made the previous morning.

She hummed in agreement, Blanca had explained in detail how the marking ritual worked, not that she didn't know, her parents had explained it before, not in as much detail as Blanca, but she knew what it was, and her thoughts turned to the rite, with the details Blanca had given and with the fresh memory of Carlos naked in the river, she couldn't help but imagine herself with him.

“Perverse mind, foolish heart” she muttered.

“What did you say, little witch?” Carlos asked, ridiculously close to her. Y/N should be used to Carlos’s heated presence, he insisted on tucking her into bed every night, and both woke up so intertwined that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, the proximity of the Moon made Carlos feel strange. He seemed needy, chasing her scent like a puppy, keeping her close to him as much as he could every morning.

She was at war with her own heart, trying to avoid the feelings that arose so naturally.

“I-I didn’t say anything, you’re hearing things… It wouldn’t be a surprise since you have such keen hearing.”

He slid his nose into the crook of her neck, making the girl shiver and grip the edges of the table before she pulled away.

“I already told you not to do that, fleabag!” she scolded, but it didn’t affect Carlos at all, he remained standing where he was, listening to her heart accelerate even more.

“Keep calling me a flea, and I'll do worse than that, little witch.”

Moon Spell || CS55

summary: They were fated to love someone they hated. There was no spell, no grudge, no curse that could break the bond that united them, doomed to die in the feelings they fiercely nurtured. The Moon had determined it and there was nothing they could do to stop it.

“These violent pleasures have violent ends, and die in their triumph, like fire and gunpowder, which, when they kiss, consume each other. The sweetest honey is disgusting in its own sweetness, and its taste confuses the palate.”

cw: Violence, conflict, soulmates, blood, magic, alternate universe, obscenity, pure filth, chaos, fighting, swearing, intense hatred, love, mention of death, blood.

a/n: I can't believe how long this chapter turned out, I wrote it all after work (in fact I'm posting it while I'm going to work hehehe) I'm not sure if what I wrote turned out well, So be honest when commenting, okay? Okay. Happy reading and enjoy!

starring: werewolf!Carlos x witch!Fem reader

1. we were born to die; | 2. monsters; | 3. war of hearts;

So lift up my body

And lose all control

I'm giving you all

She didn't have time to watch where she was running, her only concern was to keep a large distance between herself and the gigantic wolf that was chasing her. She could almost feel the werewolf's hot breath on the back of her neck and his growls were close enough to make her heart pound in her chest, she jumped over the root of a large chestnut tree before rolling down the cliff, but that didn't stop her from running when she found ground. Y/N didn't even waste time looking back, she didn't want or need to know where the werewolf was, she knew he was still on her trail, there was no place where the witch could hide.

Not with Carlos gripped by a strange frenzy that seemed to cloud all his senses.

She heard his howl, the moon at that moment shone high in the sky, illuminating the gaps between the trees, making the forest even darker and prone to an insane chase.

This wasn't what I was planning for my night, she thought in frustration, holding the hem of her skirts to help her run better. Her dress was filthy — this seemed to be very common when it came to her and Carlos — the branches made tiny cuts on her face and arms, and there was mud drying on her face. Y/N was a mess.

She tripped over a fallen branch and almost fell to the ground. It was by the grace of the Goddess that she managed to regain her balance and continue running.

“I can't let him catch me, I can't" she huffed, trying to keep up the courage and stamina to keep running, the adrenaline strengthening the witch's legs, propelling her forward.

Keep running, little witch, keep running, her instincts said.

— ☽ —

His plans for that full moon night were simple: leave Y/N at Blanca's house and spend the night in the forest, as far away from the little witch as he could. There was no way it could go wrong.

But the way his skin felt itchy, the discomfort growing in his chest and the distance from Y/N made him fall into ruin.

And for that reason, when the Moon rose in the sky, Carlos found himself taking the opposite path through the forest, he followed the trail that led to his sister's house, the distinctive scent of lavender and lemon filled his lungs, further stirring the raging beast within him. It didn't matter if Carlos didn't agree, so what if he and Y/N hated each other? The wolf inside the man wanted the witch and he would have her that night. Even if he had to subdue Carlos' body to do so.

Carlos literally knocked down the door of Blanca's house and the woman understood that it was no longer her brother there, the golden eyes revealed that the wolf was in command and nothing could stop the beast from getting what he wanted.

Blanca knew that Y/N wasn't ready yet for whatever she and Carlos had, but there was no physical way to stop her brother's wolf from invading the small room where she was.

“Run Y/N!” She screamed, but it was useless because at that point, the witch was already deep in the forest, running desperately. That only encouraged the werewolf even more, he abandoned the hut and transformed into the air, running after his sweet prey between the trees. If the brightness of the moon combined with Carlos's wide vision didn't make it clear where she was running, her smell mixed with the aroma of fear would tell which direction she was taking. Her scent made the werewolf salivate to the point that it ran between his sharp canines, dripping down his jaw, the wolf wanted to drown in the witch's sweet perfume, he wanted to mark the silky skin, bite the soft flesh and make Y/N what she was born to be: his mate.

The werewolf could reach Y/N at any moment, but he wanted to see the witch run, he wanted to hear her heartbeat, the smell of the witch's adrenaline and fear perfuming the air. He heard her rasping breathing, her running footsteps, she could barely see where she was running, minutes before she rolled down an entire cliff, but that didn't stop her from continuing to run.

Meters later, she tripped over a root and almost fell, and this persistence made the wolf even more eager for her. Y/N ran until she stopped in a cave hidden under a handful of trees that few knew about.

So convenient…

Her heart echoed in the cave, the wolf licked its teeth, hungry as it trotted towards where its prey was trying to escape. The cave was large and there were several chambers inside it, an opening in the cave's high ceiling allowed the moon to illuminate the cyan-colored waters of the natural pool there. The cave had two exits, one of which was blocked by the werewolf and the other, which led to the stream, was submerged.

There was no way Y/N could run away from him and that drew a deep growl from the wolf. She walked backwards until she hit the rough stone wall, she was alert, the witch thought of ways to escape from there, to escape the werewolf's dominant and persecuting energy, she scanned the entire cave, looking for exits. Y/N was too nervous to summon her own magic and defend herself.

Only the golden glow of the werewolf's eyes could be seen from where he was, Y/N would not see the werewolf taking control of the man's body, at most you could hear the sound of bones breaking before they were rebuilt again.

“You can't run away from me, little witch” he said, walking towards her, Y/N pushed herself further against the rocks, but nothing changed, she remained in the same place. Carlos' naturally deep voice took on a huskier, more animalistic and open tone, he wanted his voice to echo.

“S-Stay away from me!” She shouted, warning him. “D-Don’t come any closer!”

He laughed, a deep laugh that seemed to come from deep within his chest.

“You'll never keep me away from you, little witch...” he replied, crossing the moonlight, making Y/N sure that Carlos wasn't in control of his own body, not completely. “You are mine and I like to keep what belongs to me close to me... Even if I have to hold it between my teeth”

And with that, he smiled, showing his large fangs, the result of divided dominance, the witch's heartbeat increased and the damp smell of her sweat was present.

“You won't get what you want from me," she said, her trembling voice and wide eyes conveying no firmness, the wolf hummed in contentment.

“You will gladly give me whatever I ask of you, little witch” and suddenly he was glued to her, Y/N screamed in fright as she felt him so close. Close enough that they could both feel each other's heat, close enough for the werewolf to grab her jaw and lift Y/N's chin, making room so he could slide his nose over the delicate skin of her neck, sending strong shivers down the girl's spine. “Fucking good” Y/N whimpered when she heard him growl and gasped in fright as she felt his tongue lick a stripe from the base of her neck to her chin.

She tried to pull away, but the werewolf held her waist, keeping her trapped between him and the wall.

“Shh, quiet,” he growled, nibbling on her ear.

“Let me go!” She tried to pull away, struggling in his grip. The wolf smiled fiercely as she lost the rhythm of her own breathing.

“I’m starting to think you like running away from me, little witch...” the man retorted “Always running, running away... Do you like me chasing you, little witch?” he grabbed her hips and made her ride his thigh, which Y/N didn't even feel was between her legs. She bit her lip until she tasted blood on her tongue, feeling a strange tremor shake her insides. She had never felt this before, it was strange and warm. Her whole body heated with it.

Y/N heard the growl close to her ear, and moved her hips as per his command.

“Holy hell” his husky voice made her shiver even more “your smell is driving me crazy, little witch”

A shred of consciousness cleared the witch's clouded mind and she took advantage of the moment to run away from him, However, it was not even able to reach the edge of the natural pool, because it was knocked down aggressively, but did not reach the ground. The wolf made sure she fell on his body.

“I told you, little witch, I won’t let you get away, ever,” he said before pushing his mouth against Y/N’s, swallowing her complaints, her frightened little scream. He devoured her mouth hungrily, a growl grew in his chest as he tasted her, still sweet and mystical like her own owner; he bit and sucked her lips until Y/N moaned, resting her hands on his bare chest. The werewolf devoured every breath she had and when they pulled away, she was flushed, her lips swollen and her eyes fluttering, completely surrendered. The sight made the wolf even more eager to take her entirely, he wanted her badly, he was hungry for her and needed more.

I needed to devour her as soon as possible.

“Too perfect, little witch” he slid his thumb over Y/N’s swollen lip, before kissing her again, and this time, he made sure to slide his hands over her body, undoing the fragile seams of the coarse dress. She had never been kissed and didn't expect her first kiss to be like that, intense, feral and wild. She was being swallowed by her own sensations, she felt his sharp nails tearing the fabric of her clothes, his mouth kissing her with such passion, she didn't know what to focus on, everything was extremely overwhelming.

Her back arched spontaneously as she felt his fingers trail up her spine, and the wolf stopped kissing her, nibbling on her shoulder and the skin of her collarbone, leaving sweet bite marks, making her gasp. Her body responded so well, so easily.

“I’m going to devour you, love,” he growled, “I’m going to eat you whole, and when I’m done, there won’t be a single piece of you left that I haven’t enjoyed.”

He laid her down beneath him, stretched out on her torn clothes. Her chest rose and fell so fast he could barely keep up. Y/N tried to cover her naked body, but her hands were held by him, high above her head, firmly against the floor. Shame heated her cheeks, for the creature who controlled Carlos' body looked at her as if she were… Divine, a goddess, a sacred woman he wanted to worship in every way.

“I don’t care if you run away, because I will always find you, little witch, but I won’t allow you to hide from me, don’t hide from me what belongs to me, ever again.” the deep and dominant voice sounded double in her ears, giving Y/N the certainty that Carlos seemed to share control of the body with his beast. There was no biologically possible way for his heart to be beating faster than it was at that moment.

He scraped his nails across her skin, gently enough that she let out a soft little moan, and her voice rose in pitch as his thumb circled her sensitive nipple.

“See how well your body responds to me, little witch? Why do you insist on denying us this, huh?” he questioned, seeing the sensitive spot harden under his touch, and taking her by surprise, he covered the girl's nipple with his mouth, sucking until she screamed, so loud and sweet that it shook his body with satisfaction. Y/N felt like she was on fire, Carlos sucked like a baby as he made his calloused fingers slide down her torso, making gentle circles as he went down, she grabbed his hair and whimpered, her body moving without control, an unexpected chill shook the muscles of her belly when she felt his fingers below her navel.

Carlos groaned in delight as he sniffed the air and felt the scent of her arousal hit him like a punch. He licked and bit her nipple one last time.

“So sweet, I’m going to love devouring you, my little witch,” he cooed and growled loudly as he touched her between her thighs and felt her wet folds soak his fingers. “Oh love…you're dripping on my fingers, hell”

Y/N could barely understand what happened, when she realized she was kneeling and Carlos was under her, digging his fingers into her thighs and making the witch sit on his mouth.

Whatever she had felt before was nothing compared to the sensation of having Carlos' mouth in such a forbidden place. He licked her, sucked that sensitive spot that not even she knew about, Y/N trembled so much that she rested her hands on his hard chest and moved her hips involuntarily.

“By a thousand demons” he grunted, moving as little away from her as possible, still eating her pussy hungrily. “Keep it up, little witch,” he ordered, tightening his fingers on her legs.

She lost her stability and fell when Carlos scraped his teeth on that same previously unknown spot, causing a stronger tremor than before, she felt a knot forming in her stomach.

Carlos didn't stop until she was completely dismantled, she was shaking and moaning in such a delicious, attractive way, Carlos felt his cock hard to the point of hurting. He licked her a few more times until Y/N felt the knot violently come undone. Her moans diminished until they became mere whimpers; Carlos licked every drop of her essence.

From the moment he had tasted her, seen Y/N fall apart for him, he couldn't let her go, not when he found himself addicted to her annoying little witch.

She breathed deeply, tired and sleepy, but her conscience was very awake, throwing in her face that all that hatred was nothing more than incubated desire. She wanted Carlos, maybe she had wanted him since before the incident at the creek, maybe she had started to love him when she saw him come between her and her father, her people. There was no point in denying it.

Carlos handled her body with care and a certain amount of brutality, he continued biting and marking her skin, he wanted everyone to know that Y/N was his, even if she screamed that she wasn't.

She slowly opened her eyes, finding the golden irises in front of her, she hadn't even noticed that she was lying down again.

“Open your eyes, little witch,” he commanded, spreading her legs until she was exposed to him, spreading her soaked folds with his fingers, grunting at how wet she was.“I want you to watch me eat you, as I fuck you until you accept that you are mine... And you will, love... I will make you scream it”

He slowly inserted his fingers into her tight hole, enjoying her resistance to receiving his fingers.

“Relax, little witch,” he ordered, bringing his other hand to her clitoris. Y/N opened her eyes desperately and grabbed his hands. He sank his fingers even deeper, making her sigh. “That's right love, relax for me” he kissed her.

Deep down, she had actually expected more violence, more brutality from the werewolf, but she was willing to worship it completely.

“Carlos...” Y/N moaned, and moved her hips against his hand, wanting more than he was willing to give and well, he would give her everything. “Please.”

“Alright, alright little witch.” He pushed her fingers in again, and she cried out, digging her nails into him. “What do you want, my witch?”

She felt the tears burning at her eye line, that knotted feeling was growing again and Carlos didn't stop, the werewolf accelerated, her inner walls squeezing him in the best way possible.

He trembled just thinking that in a few minutes, his cock would be crushed there. He leaned over her, licking Y/N's tears. "Tell me how you feel, love, tell me.”

She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, her eyes closed tightly and she tried to think, but all her mind could think about were those fingers going in and out of her, the thumb massaging her. By the Goddess, she was about to explode, Carlos handled her body like dough, drawing out reactions from her that he never thought he would know.

He continued licking her skin, trying to absorb more of her taste, smelling her, Carlos felt the scent of lavender and lemon gain darker, more intense hues. Slowly his scent seeped into Y/N's skin, marking her as his.

“Carlos!”

“Yes, little witch?”

“P-Please”

“Of course, little witch,” he said, slowly opening his fingers inside her, her untouched muscles clenching against him. Her knot came undone again, and if she hadn’t been on the floor, Y/N would have collapsed hard. He gave her a few more kisses on the mouth, humming at how slowly she responded to the kiss. “Open your eyes and look at me, little witch, I want to see those pretty eyes while I fuck you, while I watch you come undone on my cock...”

The werewolf's eyes flickered between brown and gold, his nails grew a little, sinking into her flesh, drawing a hiss of pain that didn't move him. Carlos held his cock by the base, His hard cock was completely slick with precum, he pumped it a few times, panting roughly before rubbing the irritated head against her wet folds. “Quiet, very quiet.” he ordered hoarsely, man and creature interconnected by the intention of venerating their companion's body as if she were a saint, a sacred presence. “I'll make it hurt just once, little witch, and then...” he licked her mouth with desire, staring into the witch's cloudy eyes "then I will make you explode with pleasure, my witch"

He pushed himself against her, hitting the bottom of Y/N's pussy. She screamed, bursting into tears, it felt like Carlos was ripping her apart, he held still until she stopped whimpering and dig your nails into his shoulders.

“F-Fucking perfect,” he grunted, holding her waist. “So good.”

When her body got used to that invasion, Y/N undulated her hips, moaning at the act, because she could feel Carlos completely inside her. Very slowly, Carlos moved away from her until only his fat head remained, embraced by the girl's pussy. She tried to make him come back, but he remained still, enjoying the spasms and the grip she had around him. And then he pushed back in hard, making her scream.

“Carlos!”

So he began a punishing rhythm against her, slow enough to make her eager and hard enough to draw out those cute little screams. The wet sound of their hips slapping together, of her moans, of his grunts was obscene, dirty and tempting, dragging the young girl into the limbo of her own pleasure. It looked the same as the ones Carlos had given him before, but it was so different.

She scratched the back of his neck hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. Y/N was squeezing him like a fist, and he knew he would cum soon. He couldn't take it anymore, not when she was better than any wet dream he'd ever had.

When his orgasm was about to happen, he licked the junction of her shoulder and her neck, so that at the height of her orgasm, Carlos sank his fangs in that very place, in that way, sealing the bond between the two. Carlos was the companion of a witch, and no force on Earth, in Heaven and even in hell could undo. Never.

Her eyes rolled back and Y/N's magic exploded like a supernova, the feel of Carlos' fangs on her skin making her orgasm stronger, more intense. She swore she could die right there and would accept death as a friend, but Carlos would never allow it.

Her emotions simplified and still in the lethargy of her orgasm, she felt another wave rising, drowning her senses and taking her deep, Carlos was about to cum too. His orgasm driving hers, taking her back to that limbo once again.

Thick strands of cum painted her insides, which still clenched around him. Carlos rested his forehead on hers, watching his little witch's eyes shine with her magic, Y/N shone and she noticed how the brown and gold mixed so well in his irises.

“I still hate you” she said tiredly.

“Well,” he kissed the corner of her mouth, that deep voice making it clear that the werewolf had not given in, “then I have no choice but to fuck that hate out of you, little witch… We still have a whole night ahead of us” he smiled evilly, slowly withdrawing inside her, watching his sperm leak out.

The witch gave an arrogant smile “you can try, mutt”

— ☽ —

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling her until she was bent over, there was no more gentleness and care, only wild need and raw desire. She had bite marks on her shoulders, belly, waist, breasts and even her ass. She had moaned sweetly every time Carlos had pressed his teeth into her flesh. She moaned louder and louder every time his big palm hit her buttocks. The pure and untouched girl from hours ago was lost somewhere, giving way to the scandalous little witch; the werewolf loved every moan, every plea, he wanted her as addicted to him as he was to her.

"I-I c-can't take it anymore" she cried, resting her head on his shoulder, moaning when she felt Carlos kiss his mark on her shoulder.

“I said you would give me one more, and you will... You will give me everything I ask of you, little witch.”

She dug her nails into his thigh, enjoying every stroke his cock made inside her.

— ☽ —

He leaned against the edge of the natural pool, keeping himself close to his chest, since they finally got tired, Y/N remained quiet, receptive to his touch, of course, but introspective. And that wasn't the reaction he wanted from her after what they did.

“What's bothering you, little witch?”

“You're a werewolf. I'm a witch…”

He pinched her cheeks, turning her lips into an adorable pout “Yes, and we belong to each other now, I will kill anyone who threatens you, whoever it is” and kissed her, releasing her cheeks.

He didn't need to hear it, he knew she thought the same. Not even the reflected feelings needed to show him that.

“I think I have no choice but to accept it, from what I'm seeing.”

“Smart little witch, she understood things correctly” he said and began to wash her body, appreciating the marks spread across Y/N, everyone would know that they were definitely together and there was nothing to do.

And from that moment on, the pleasant silence that surrounded them was replaced by shouts calling for justice and Catholic prayers.

Villagers.

Neither of them were quite fit for it, her clothes were ruined and Carlos had none. But that wasn't important, one look between them was enough to understand what needed to be done. Carlos morphed into the big dark brown wolf and ran out of the cave, Y/N placed her hands on the ground, evoking the old magic that allowed her to access the powers of her ancestors, she needed to protect that land, protect the people who lived in the forest and mainly, protect Carlos.

It didn't take long for the souls of those who had died lost among the trees to respond to his call. It didn't take long, Y/N just pointed and the wandering specters headed towards the invaders. The smell of grass and burning flesh reached her nose, making her mourn for the fauna that was dying due to human ignorance, The screams of hatred were replaced by dread and fear. If the humans wanted to fear her, Y/N decided to give them a reason.

A little over half an hour later, Carlos returned to the cave, there was blood on his fur and a piece of arm in his mouth, he looked fearsome like a hellhound, ready to drag any unfortunate soul to the depths of the underworld.

Not caring about her nakedness or the blood on him, Y/N hugged the wolf, grateful that he had returned safe and sound; it wasn't long before she felt strong, possessive arms around her.

“I almost didn't have to kill them, you managed to scare them to death with those specters" he laughed.

“Well... It was just a little trick...” she shrugged.

“They’ll be back,” Carlos said and she knew it.

“Then let's kill them before that, they call us monsters and demons, it's time we do justice to the name” she said, looking at him seriously, but received a smile from him, a cruelly excited smile.

“You are a cunning, wicked little thing, little witch,” he cupped her face in his hands, “and that makes me want you again and again.”

She didn't even respond, she just offered her lips to him, which he gladly accepted.