by Marilynn Fae
They probably managed to trigger her heat and have been keeping her in a permanent state of arousal since then.
"Did anyone hurt you?" He watches her bleary eyes attempt to focus on his face and he feels terrible for asking her that, but it's important.
She doesn't answer, too lost to the pleasure already and he knows better than to push, especially since she appears perfectly content blocking the memory from her mind. But then she pauses in her movement and asks in a small voice. "Are you mad at me?"
"No, darling," he answers immediately and without doubt. "No, not at you," he says because he is angry. He's angry and people are going to pay for touching her, for seeing her like this and daring to think that they deserve to touch her at all. He knows them by scent now. Now, he just had to track them down individually.
"Kay." She shudders, sinking down into his cock, taking him deeper. He's guiding her with his hands on her hips, making sure she's not pushing herself too much, not taking him down all at once because despite her taking him earlier, she's still very small compared to him.
"Come on, then. You can do it," he says, gripping her and pushing her down when she begins to slow, having second thoughts about taking him all the way in.
"I don't- You're so big," she gasps, tears sliding down the sides of her face. He yanks her in close and holds her, letting her breathe against his chest for a long moment. When she's finally relaxed enough for him to move, he bucks his hips up in smooth, jerky motions, rocking into her and letting her bounce on his cock until she is all soft and boneless, entirely lost to the sensation.
She gasps as she takes all of him inside her and grasps a fistful of his shirt, holding onto him as he brings her body down to meet his over and over. The smell of arousal is palpable in the air. He can hear the other guys getting off to the sight of her bouncing on his cock. She makes quite a lovely sight, breasts bobbing as she lifts herself up minutely and then sinks down over and over.
He growls as he comes inside her just like that, a hand pressing against her stomach so he can feel himself thicken and then spurt inside her.
She cries out when he pulls her all the way up to see the way his cock slides free and come spill between her legs and onto his pants. He pushes his fingers in, her walls tensing in protest, trying to push out the gobs of come.
"Oh, oh," she whimpers, hips bucking. Her pussy clenches around his fingers and she orgasms again, breath coming in short bursts and trembling with pleasure as it crashes over her.
"That's it," he growls, splaying his fingers over her stomach and holding her still as he sits up and lets her rest her head to his chest. "That's it, dove."
Her entire body trembles a few more times, and then she falls into a dead faint, her stuttered breath turning relaxed and slow instantly. He panics for a second, and then picks up the scent of sweet contentment on her skin and realizes she's just fallen asleep. She must be exhausted after being captured by unfamiliar people and used like some sort of sex toy. She isn’t lactating this time, which means this is a heat triggered by modern medicine. Poor baby. He kisses her again.
He lifts her up and stands, fully intending to walk out of the classroom and bring her home with him.
"Now, you wait a minute! She's supposed to be shared." One of the particularly foolhardy human begins towards them, stumbling from his seat moving to him like he intends to fight him. It's ridiculous and he knows he can take the man down easily, but he's holding onto his little mate's prone form in his arms and the threat makes his hackles rise again.
He snarls and unleashes his claws. He can probably get this done without jostling her.
"No," Jake grabs him by his arm. "You can't make a scene here," he warns through clenched teeth. None of them are happy about this.
She clings to his neck and he knows that the last thing he wants to do is cause her more trauma. "You're right," he says into her hair. "I'll just bring her home," he continues, knowing that would cause a stir, but not caring in the least.
His parents would agree with his decision. They've been looking forward to having her in their family and possibly expanding their little pack. His father is too old to sire more children, obviously.
Professor Snow lunges forward, as though he's ready to tackle him. "You can't take her out of the university! She's public property!" he yells and really, that's the worst thing he could say in a room full of wolves who already feel like public property, all their rights stripped in a matter of days. They snarl at the man, fangs bared and looking menacing enough to make the pompous man stumbled back.
He walks out of the doors with his mate. He shouldn't have come to class in the first place, but he's glad he did. He would not have found her if not for it.
Chapter Six: Savage
Even with the fever burning her insides and humiliation making her head spin, she knows calling security is a terrible idea. She sticky everywhere, sweat and come clinging to her skin. Erik is holding onto her so tightly when someone calls campus security and they arrived carrying more weapons than she's ever seen in her life.
A little noise of distress slips from her lips and then she feels his grip on her tighten and a soft press of his lips on her forehead. "It's alright, dove," he says. "I can handle this."
The other werewolves are trailing behind them, following them out of the university. "I didn't know," Jack says. "I've heard what they're doing to some of our kind, but I didn't know they were cruel enough to go through with it."
Erik rumbles something that she doesn't catch. She's drifting in and out of wakefulness. One moment she's in his arms, and then the next moment she opens her eyes, she's on the floor, leaning against the wall. Framed against the light from the open door, she sees Erik gathering himself up into an animal crouch and leaping for the nearest man pointing a gun at them.
The other wolves are shifting too and she curls up when she hears electric prods being used to move the shifters away, pellet guns firing off and doing nothing to stop the wolves pushing them down.
She notices that the wolves aren't hurting the men, using claws and fangs to break the weapons. It's a show of power, a reminder that they don't have to be civilized.
A pair of boots come from outside her field of vision and stops right in front of her face. She twists her neck to look up and sees a man reaching for her. She blinks and the man is in a crumpled pile on the opposite side of the wall.
Erik is in front of her, reaching out with one clawed hand to touch her cheek. "Alright, dove?"
"Yes," she says, closing her head and leaning her face to the palm of his hand, breathing slowly. Now that she's no longer being held captive by strangers touching her everywhere, she feels shaky, all the fear she had pushed back in the past few days rising to the surface. She clings to him.
"Stay here a moment longer, dove. I've got to go make an example out of them," he says. "Stay, alright?"
He steps aside and says something to one of the shifted wolves. She blinks and then a giant wolf is poised in front of her, snarling at anyone who so much as looks in her direction.
She sleeps.
Chapter Seven: Mating
A year later, she's sprawled out on the comfortable couch in their new home. Her muscle feel pleasantly sore from various... activities over the past few days. She had just finished her heat and it's the first one she had spent with the rest of his pack members.
Erik is only happy with sharing because she's carrying his cubs already, stomach full and heavy. It's getting harder and harder for her to move around and they hadn't really expected her heat to arrive at all because she shouldn't be having her heat at all since she's already pregnant, but her body has been a little weird ever since she was captured by those scientists in the laboratory and injected with a cocktail of medication to make her head spin.
She can feel his eyes on her, watching from where he's lying. It makes her mind spin at how much things have changed in a year. Erik's sort of famous now. He is still studying, but it seems he has a
career waiting for him in politics.
Things are a little bit of a mess after the fight Erik had unintentionally instigated at the university. It became the catalyst to what is later known as the Great Shifter Revolution. They have a Cat shifter as president now, as impossible as that sounds. Pictures of her being carried out of the university in Erik's arms had gone viral and was used as an example of the inhumane treatment the shifters have had to suffer.
There were a lot of fights after that. A lot of discussion between groups and then, an international discussion with shifter leaders from other countries chiming in and showing their support. The president stepped down under the immense pressure and a Shifter took his place.
She only knows most of what's happened through stories that she sees in the news later.
"Feeling alright, dove?" he asks, walking forward to press a kiss on her forehead.
"Sticky," she admit with a little grimace. She's curled up on the couch and one of Erik's packmates has an arm wrapped around her pregnant belly. She's a little sweaty and feels a little bit gross because she's stuffed so full with come. One of his packmates still has his knot inside of her and Erik's patience with sharing her seems to have run dry. He snarls at his sleeping packmate who comes awake with a bitten off yelp that causes her to flinch in shock and jerk almost off of the couch.
Erik reacts quickly, lurching forward to catch her before she falls. He's careful not to put too much pressure on her belly. She's carrying triplets and the doctors say they have to be extra careful with her. She had been feeling particularly round and heavy, but her heat hit her unexpectedly and the other wolves had to fight each other for the 'honor' of mating with her. It made her brain spin and also gave her a very good boost of self-esteem.
She doesn't even know all their names, just whimpered and whined and begged to be filled. She's so full of their come by the end of the first night that every time she moved, she could feel come spill from between her legs and spill down her legs.
Erik seems to be regretting giving his packmates the permission to join their heat, though, pulling her away from the men with a rumbling, unhappy growl. She feels like a watermelon in his arms even with him lifting her in a bridal carry that should be romantic.
"I'm sorry. I must be heavy," she whispers, blushing brightly.
"You've lovely, dove," he says. "I prefer it when you're only carrying my scent, that's all," he says, peppering kisses on her face.
He's such a possessive wolf. He brings her to the shower and, true to his word, washes off all the other scents on her skin before marking her again, filling her up and knotting her, mouthing over all the little marks and bruises his packmates had left on her skin and leaving his own.
He holds a hand to her pregnant belly and kisses her there too, exceptionally careful as usual. "I love you, little mate," he growls.
She can't help but preen a little. "I love you too," she whispers, still shy about it because it feels so surreal.
He pulls her up and spoons her gingerly from behind, pressing a kiss on the back of her head.
END
Alpha Werewolf 3
Abandoned Kitten
Domination | Pet Play | Size Difference
Marilynn Fae
Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae
Anna has never dealt with change well. When Anna losses her Master, she panics and shifts into her cat form, hiding in her animal mind because she doesn't have to deal with grief if she's a cat. Except nobody tells the werewolf who had been tasked with taking care of her that she's not actually a cat.
It's not bad, being treated like an animal, though. He feeds her and pets her. Maybe she could just stay like this forever. Except she's human too and she has needs that has nothing to do with food and shelter. When she takes her human form, she surprises the Werewolf Alpha with her pale skin and cat ears and long, perfect tail.
He thought there was something wrong with him. When he sees her shift to her human form, he intends to claim her.
This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A cat-girl is experiences her first time with an Alpha Werewolf. It contains domination and submission, pet play, size-difference (large males, petite female), come inflation, and knotting.
Look Inside
Melissa doesn't care about propriety now. She's is half shifted, her tall frame growing even taller. She bends over and grabs her cage by the sides and breaks it apart like it's made of paper. It shatters, the fragments falling into her eyes. She closes her eyes and curls her tail around herself again.
"What're you doing, Melissa?!" Shadow is behind her.
Melissa ignores him and shrinks back into her form. "Darling, how long have you been in there?" she asks, her voice softer than Anna has ever heard her before. "Come here, darling. You poor thing. Come here."
She mewls and stumbles into Melissa's open arms, shifting as she unfurls from her little corner and she hears Shadow's sharp intake of breath. He backs away, eyes wide with shock.
"I didn't know- I didn't know she's-" he starts but Melissa's rumbling purr drowns away whatever else he has to say.
Anna hides her face in the larger woman's bosom, finding comfort in her warmth. She feels safe here. Her arms and legs ache from being shifted for so long and it is nice to have fingers and toes again.
"Poor baby. Are you alright? Have you had anything to eat?" Melissa sniffs and must have smelled the can of tuna that has been smeared all over the sides of the cage and on her face where she couldn't really clean herself. It's a little comforting to see her little prison now shattered in pieces all around them. Melissa swears in a foreign tongue that she can never quite catch and then, still carrying Anna like she doesn't weight a thing, turns to Shadow. "Do you have anything in the fridge?"
Shadow nods. His eyes are locked onto her, wide and glazed over, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Anna clings to Melissa, curling her tail around herself and ears perked back, ashamed of her nudity even though she knows, logically, that she has nothing to be ashamed of. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he says. "I thought you were just my father's cat."
"You would know if you had read the letter he wrote for you," Melissa brushes past him. "Come now, Anna. You're too big to be carried like this."
"Should I change back?" Anna asks. She rather likes being carried, but she's a little afraid that if she's small, she'll be caged again. She doesn't want to change back just yet.
"No, puppet. I can't very well cook with you here, can I?" Melissa laughs and carries her to the living room. She dumps her unceremoniously in the couch. "Stay. I'll see what I have to work with." And she's off, probably making a feast out of the meager supplies in Shadow's fridge. She curls her tail around her and mouths at the tip grumpily. The couch feels nice. She kind of wants to scratch it up a little bit and she does. She sinks her claws in the edges and picks at the seams a little bit. It used to drive Master crazy when she does this, but he's gotten used to having furniture that's all sliced up and indulges her. Her eyes burn with tears but it's satisfying to see the inside of the couch. She had been staring at the back of the couch for the past several days and it had frustrated her so.
"Anna?"
She startles. She had forgotten about Shadow. She is a little bigger now that she's not a kitten, so she can meet his eyes, but he's still very big and imposing and she feels so much like prey. It relaxes her a little bit when she notices that he's not looking at her like he's planning to eat her with a side of fries. She quickly pulls her claws back and stop cutting into his expensive upholstery. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, curling up even more, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them tight. Her tail is even fluffier in this form and she can curl it all the way around her, giving her a sense of being hidden and her hair is long enough to cover her breasts. She's still a little bit embarrassed though. He doesn't know her and she doesn't think he's interested in mounting her, so she shouldn't show off her lady bits like this. Master insists on clothes.
She shrugs and looks back at her tail. Hair is beginning to gather on her tongue. She hasn't been groomed for a while and there's an itchy spot between her ears. Her gaze drops onto his large hands and she drops from the couch onto her hands and feet. She slides up to his legs and lifts her head up until she is butting his knees. "Pet me," she demands. pushing her head into his palm.
Chapter One: New Master
Master Monty dies on a Monday morning. She would have thought that there was something poetic about it if she hadn't broken down completely upon hearing his heart stop, losing her human form and shifting completely into a cat as she stumbled towards him.
He takes his last breath while taking a nap in their garden, lying under the sun and watching her play among the poppies. She notices the second his heart stops beating and panics. She shifts instead of suffering through the heartache like a normal human being. Fully cat, she doesn't feels as much, doesn't experience the heartache she would have had she been human. She goes to lie by his side and curls up in the nook of his neck with her tail wrapped around her body. He is still a little warm and still smells like life. She nuzzles his neck, where his pulse should have been. She wishes she could follow him. She loves her Master. He feeds her the best fish and hides her from the world because they'll hurt her. She knows that not because he told her so, but because he doesn't try to keep things from her. He shelters her, but he doesn't lie. He tutors her and hires tutors for her when he realizes she is learning faster than he can cope.
It is selfish of her to think of herself at this time, but she wonders what's going to happen to her now that her Master is no longer here to take care of her. She has grown so used to being taken care of. Maybe she would live the rest of her days out as a cat. She's more cat than human most days and she doesn't really mind much. Everything feels so fickle and pointless when she's in this form and she's inclined to just stay in this form.
