by Aria Grace
That’s pretty much the moment when I come in real life. Five times in probably less than an hour. The thought of anything like that actually happening had me so jacked up I barely slept the whole night, and was ready to go to his office an hour early. I even had to stop off at a coffee shop to kill time so I wasn’t waiting outside his office door for him when he got there.
I decided I wanted to arrive about five minutes before nine. So I’m not too early, and don’t appear to eager, but I’m also not late. I wanted to do everything perfectly. I wanted to be perfect for Professor Lewis. He had invited me into his office during the break to make up this semester, and I decided that I was going to do everything within my power to impress him with what a perfect student, and omega, I could be.
4. Brady
My head was still swimming for days after I read Lawrence’s essay. In it he said every single thing I’d imagined since the first time I saw him, but had been too afraid to admit to myself. For years I’d wanted an omega to take care of and to mentor. One who had similar interests as I did. One who was as passionate about a family and about the sacred love between two partners as I was.
I’d experienced a lot of men in my life. I’d had beautiful relationships, and ones that ended badly. I’d been with submissive men, and men who were as vanilla as you could get. I’d had relationships with men who were older than me, the same age as me, and with men who were much younger. And I had to say, at this point in my life, I knew my preferences.
Young, submissive, and kinky.
This young man was everything I’d dreamt of, everything I’d prayed for. And here he was right under my nose. Right in my class where he was essentially untouchable. If he hadn’t written that essay there was no way I would have ever even hinted at anything sexual between us. It was too risky. But since he was so brave to make that first move, I couldn’t let this perfect moment just fade away. I had to seize the opportunity.
My plan was to have Lawrence immediately get to work on making up his assignments. I would be there to encourage him and coach him, if he needed it. But I wanted to go slow. I knew his essay was about me, but I still couldn’t come right out and tell him to sit down on my cock. I needed to start out more subtle, then work my way up to my big move.
But when the moment came, when Lawrence walked into my office at 9 a.m. on Monday morning, that choice was taken away from me. The second he entered and saw me sitting at my desk his cock immediately got hard. His pants tented out in front in the most obvious way imaginable. His hard-on was impossible for him to disguise, and I couldn’t help but smile at how embarrassed he was.
“I’m so sorry, Professor Lewis.”
He stood there in the middle of the room, looking around for something to cover himself with. When he started to walk towards the couch to grab a cushion I stopped him.
“Stay right where you are,” I commanded.
He looked up at me for a brief moment, then back down at the floor.
“Is that the way you greet all your professors?” I asked, barely able to conceal the smile that had spread across my face.
“No.”
“I couldn’t hear you.”
“No, sir. It’s not the way I greet all of my professors.”
I paused for a long moment, relishing the way Lawrence squirmed in place, his cock still straining against his pants.
“So this is just for me then?”
“Yes, sir,” he mumbled.
“Speak clearly when you address me, young man.”
“Yes, sir,” he said, his voice louder and stronger. “It’s for you.”
“Tell me why.”
Lawrence was clearly shocked and even further embarrassed by this request, but he did as he was told. “Because you’re perfect,” he said. “You’re everything I’ve dreamed of.”
I paused for another long moment, watching the way he held himself. So steady and obedient. “I would like to commend you on being so brave and honest. It’s not every young man who is willing to take a chance like that. Not every older man either. I’m not sure I’d ever have been able to put myself out there like you did, Lawrence. I’m very impressed.”
Lawrence glanced up at me with a hopeful look in his eyes. “So you know?” he asked. “That what I wrote was about you?”
“Well, it was pretty obvious,” I said with a laugh. “And very brazen.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what came over me, other than the fact that I’d been dreaming about you for months.”
There was more I wanted to tell the young man. That I shared his sentiments, for one thing. That he was absolutely perfect in my eyes, for another. But I decided to save all that for another time. Just watching how uncomfortable he was standing in the middle of the room with a hard-on was getting me incredibly worked up, and I decided it was time to do something about our mutual attraction.
“Take your clothes off.”
Lawrence gasped and his eyes flared wide. Immediately he pulled his hoody and t-shirt up over his head. Then he kicked off his shoes. The last thing he did was unzip his pants, which unleashed his hard cock. It came popping out and bounced up and down for a few seconds as he let his pants drop to the floor. He stood there completely naked, with his hands down at his sides, waiting for his next instructions.
“I like an obedient sub. One who has restraint and is disciplined. Do you think that’s the type of omega you are?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Are you willing to hold yourself back for me? Prevent yourself from orgasming no matter how much you might need the release?”
He raised his eyebrows high on his forehead, like he was surprised. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you willing to take any form of punishment if you do not please me?”
Again he raised his eyebrows. “Yes, I am.”
“Very good, then. Turn around and bend over.”
Lawrence did what I requested. I let him stand there like that for a long moment while I admired his perfect ass. Then I unlocked a drawer in my desk and pulled out a large vibrating dildo. I lubed it up, then approached Lawrence from behind. I didn’t say another word to him. I just pushed the dildo into his tight entrance and listened to him moan as I opened him up and inserted the entire thing with one shove.
His moan deepened when I flipped the switch at the base, turning the vibrator on and sending massive shock waves right to his prostate. Then I brought both of his hands behind him and tied them together with some cord.
“Stand up,” I said as I pulled on his wrists. When he had straightened up I put my hand on his shoulder. “Now I’d like you to sit down on the arm of the couch.”
Lawrence didn’t hesitate for one moment before he started moving toward the couch. The vibrator was inside him, so when he sat he had to do so very gently. When he finally eased himself into a comfortable position I could see a thick stream of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of his cock. It looked like he might have a hard time controlling himself, which made my cock uncomfortably hard.
I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my pants and immediately my cock sprang out. And when it did Lawrence gasped and shuddered, and a stream of cum shot out of his cock and right onto mine. I watched in amazement as the thick white ropes of cum oozed down my shaft and dripped to the floor. When I looked back at Lawrence his mouth had dropped open and he looked scared.
“I didn’t tell you to come yet. I’m afraid you’re going to have to be punished for that little outburst.”
5. Lawrence
I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like my fantasy, the one I’d had all night long, was coming true. I was so thrilled that Professor Lawrence was about to punish me, my cock sprang to attention again within seconds. The vibrating dildo inside my asshole helped with that a lot too.
I watched as he removed his pants and shirt, then pulled his belt free of the loops. “Turn around.”
I immediately complied, bending myself over the arm of the couch and letting my head rest on one of the c
ushions. I heard him walk behind me, then I felt the sting of his first blow. I could hear his breath quicken each time he brought the belt down on my ass, especially when I yelped and my entire body quivered.
“Get up,” he commanded.
I did what he asked and followed his instructions to lay across his desk. It was difficult to get comfortable because my arms were still tied behind me, but I squirmed back and forth, feeling my hard cock slap my thighs and belly over and over, until I could relax. I could feel the intense vibrations against my prostate and wasn’t sure how much longer I would be able to hold back my next orgasm, but I tried … for him.
He pulled my head back and down so it was hanging off the edge of the desk, then he inserted the head of his cock in between my lips. Within seconds his entire cock was down my throat and his pelvis was pressed against my face. I could taste myself on him. A salty and slightly sweet flavor that I’d tasted many times.
It was strange knowing that my professor’s cock was covered in my own cum and that I was swallowing it. But within seconds it was Professor Lewis’s cum I was tasting as his cock pulsated, sending a thick stream down my throat.
When he pulled out I was thrilled with myself that I’d been able to control my orgasm, that I hadn’t come without permission again. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to hold off though.
I heard him walk around the desk then sit down in his office chair.
“Come over here.”
I sat up and scooted across the desk until I was right on the edge, then I jumped down. Professor Lewis was right in front of me, his semi-firm cock resting against one of his thighs. He was staring at me, his eyes moving up and down my body, and finally landing on my cock, which was sticking out in front of me, right in front of his face.
“So you want a family, is that right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you want to be pregnant?”
“Yes.”
“With my baby?”
“More than anything,” I gasped.
“All right, then. Turn around and bend over.”
I quickly complied and immediately felt Professor Lewis grasp the flat end of the dildo in his hand. He pressed a hand firmly against one of my ass cheeks, then pulled until the plug popped out of my asshole. I felt his fingers pulling me apart and examining my entrance.
“Good, you’re ready for me. My cock is rather girthy,” he said, his deep, smooth voice melting from his throat. “Sit down.”
I bent my legs and lowered my ass and was surprised to feel the head of Professor Lewis’s cock meet my hole so high up in the air. He’d definitely gotten much harder in the last minute. I felt his hands guide my ass lower and lower until his head pushed inside me. Then he gripped both of my hips and forced me down until I was sitting on his lap, with his massive cock filling me up.
“Put your legs over the arms of the chair,” he commanded.
It wasn’t easy to lift my legs up with my arms tied behind my back and while I was balancing on Professor Lewis’s cock, but I did it. But once my legs were up there I found it hard to get any leverage and move. That’s where he came in, though. Professor Lewis put his hands under my ass and pushed me up, then once I got a bit of momentum I used the strength of my legs to push myself up higher.
When I came back down I basically bounced on his lap and his cock, then when he gave me a little push I was able to get my upward momentum again. I was able to keep going like this without much effort, moving up and down the length of his shaft as I bounced up into the air, then fell back down.
I could feel my cock flopping back and forth, hitting the chair below me and my belly each time I moved up or down, and it was getting harder and harder to keep myself from coming. Then, as I felt Professor Lewis’s cock start to expand inside me I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer. Not only because of how amazing he felt, but because I knew that meant his knot was forming. Professor Lewis was about to shoot his seed deep inside me and impregnate me.
I bounced up and down on his cock a few more times, but when his hands firmly gripped my hips I left everything up to him. I heard his intense growl as he used his arms to lift me up and slam me down on his engorged cock. My body was like a rag doll that he was using for himself, to release the incredible amount of tension that was building in his knotted cock.
My entire body flew up and down with each of his thrusts. I had no idea what was happening at all anymore. Every cell in my body was buzzing and tingling and I could barely breathe. I never imagined in my wildest fantasies how incredible it could be with Professor Lewis. This moment was beyond a dream. It was beyond the perfection my mind had conjured. It was so real.
When I heard his animalistic wail and felt the gush of cum inside me I couldn’t hold back any longer. I sent a massive stream of cum shooting out of my cock across the room. Then another, and another. Each time I was slammed down onto Professor Lewis’s cock another stream shot out of me, until I was so weak and spent I fell against his chest.
And even a full minute later I could still feel his cock quivering and pulsating inside me as his cum continued to shoot out of him and his knot slowly went down.
Professor Lewis didn’t say a word when he pushed me forward and untied the cord around my wrists. He didn’t say anything as he picked me up off his still-massive cock and carried me to the couch. When he moved me over and lay down next to me he took my face in his hands and kissed me on the lips. Then when he pulled away and looked into my eyes he finally spoke.
“You’re such an amazing young man. I never imagined something like this could happen. If you hadn’t done what you did, if you hadn’t been brave enough to be so honest with me, it might have not ever happened.”
I smiled and snuggled against him. “I didn’t think I was being brave. I just felt like I had nothing to lose. I spent so much time wishing and hoping and being afraid of my own feelings, but now I know that being honest really can set all those feelings free, if you let it.”
“That’s a beautiful sentiment, from a beautiful young man. From my beautiful young man.” Professor Lewis wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me tight as he kissed me one more time. Then the two of us lay quietly in in each other’s arms as snow started to fall outside the window.
“This is the best Christmas gift ever,” I whispered as I snuggled my head into his neck.
“It is,” he said as he stroked my hair. “And you know what? You and that baby growing inside you are truly all I want for Christmas.”
The End
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Picture Perfect Christmas
Harper B. Cole and Kallie Frost
A Full Moon Mates Short Story
1. Ryker
The airport was packed with both humans and decorations. I usually enjoyed the holidays, but didn't feel much in the spirit this year. When I left home for thirteen full moons, I planned on returning after Christmas, but for the last couple of months I had been feeling abnormally homesick, but though I was excited to get home, I couldn’t muster the same enthusiasm for the season.
Maybe it was something to do with the fact I had been in a significantly warmer climate and hadn’t seen snow in a year. Or maybe it was because the last moon had been a difficult one; I wasn't sure if I wanted to chalk that up to getting older and feeling a little lonely around the holidays or if my wolf just wasn't just didn't appreciate the accommodations.
Biting back a sigh, I handed my ID and ticket to the human at the check-in. “Oh hey, we have the same birthday, right down to the year!” she exclaimed.
I smiled politely and chuckled, but in all honesty, I was tired from an absurdly long weekend of travel and couldn't remember what year was on my newest ID. The reason I had been away for a
year was to take advantage of an innate shifter magic that would erase me from the minds of every human who had known me thirteen full moons ago and adjusted my birth year forward another decade to keep my age consistent with my appearance. As far as the humans on Half Moon Island were concerned, I had just bought a house on the island and was moving in. Little did they know, I had called the same place home for over fifty years.
That was probably the real reason I wasn’t feeling the holiday spirit; many of the humans I had spent the last decade getting to know – many of them for a second, third, or even fourth time – had become part of my holiday traditions. This year there would be no plate of cookies from Gloria next door or an invitation to drop in at Jasmine’s holiday party or the countless familiar faces waving at the Christmas parade. Honestly, I wasn’t even sure if I’d go to it this year; half of the fun of the parade was socializing.
Granted, the island was heavily populated by shifters, but thanks to my last minute decision to come home early none of them, with the exception of the ones house-sitting, had any idea I would even be home. I already missed the huge party Verona Silvanus threw every year and had probably already been counted out of most lists of people to include in cards or other festivities.
I trudged along the terminal and waited at my gate, all the while trying not to dwell on how lonely I was getting as I thought about the Christmas waiting for me.
As I took my seat, I vowed to push it out of my mind and think about something else. After all, I wouldn’t be that lonely. Sure, I was a lone alpha at Christmas, but it wasn’t as if I didn’t have some friends on the island. So what if I didn’t get more cookies than I could eat? I was sure that if I dropped by the bakery to say I was back early Ford would shove a bag of cookies into my arms. Then, my old friend would probably drop by for a visit as soon as his shift ended.