Shifter Domination Complete Set

by Marilynn Fae

  "Daddy?" she sniffs, crying a little bit still as she comes back to herself. She's incredibly stretched right now and she moans when he pushes his hand inside her anal hole deeper, knowing that she can take her deeper here than in her pussy, where he's careful not to stretch her too much. Her anal hole can be stretched and shifted, can be molded to fit him better. He bends his wrist to follow the curve of her insides while pumping his fist in and out of her pussy. He only stops before the thickest part of his arm is, knowing she's at her limit, and then he pulls his hands out, both at the same time.

  She starts keening and doesn't stop, crying with hitched breathes as he pushes in again slowly, only to push out before she can come. It's amazing. The feeling of her walls contracting around his arm and his fingers is the possibly the most erotic thing he has ever experienced. He knows with absolute certainty that she's ready so he pulls both his hands out, extracting them completely until there's nothing at all inside her and her holes are let loose and gaping, red and irritated. It's absolutely wonderful.

  She starts to cry harder the second she's empty, so he gestures for Peter to come closer and play with her holes. He plays with her pussy, pushing both thumbs into her hole and pulling, stretching to let the camera see how incredibly open she is while Peter does the same with her anal hole, stretching her out.

  "That's it," he says. "Just relax for me, baby," he says.

  "Is she ready now?" Peter asks and he doesn't need to elaborate for Ethan to know what he's asking for.

  This, too, is supposed to wait until a little later, until her body accepts all the drugs inside of her body. Her whole body is shaking and he knows why. The emptiness, the gaping holes he leaves on her body doesn't feel good.

  He pulls his fingers away only long enough to free his cock, and then he's slamming inside of her pussy the same time Peter does to her anal hole, plunging into her wet heat and filling her to the hilt without warning.

  She throws her head back and sobs.

  Chapter Seven: Double Penetration

  She feels as though she's floating. The sensation of the two men around her, sandwiching her between them, feels a little bit like heaven. She feels full and bloated, like she's eaten too much and her stomach can't handle anymore. She looks down and gasps. Her stomach is rounded, but it's not food. It's come. It's Daddy's seed inside of her.

  She looks up at the man, the werewolf, and he grins at her. "Hello there, baby girl," he says and jerks his hips up deliberately, letting her feel the fullness even more. She gasps, clutching the ropes holding her up

  "Daddy," she whimpers. "Oh, oh, Daddy," she cries.

  "That's it, darling. You're taking my cock so well. Both our cocks," he corrects, reminding her that she has a cock in her anal hole too. She had his fists inside of her. The sight of it earlier, his too-big hands pushing inside her body, felt so surreal, like she's outside looking in.

  She doesn't think she can hold onto her consciousness like this. Especially when it feels as though his cock is nudging a part onside her to make her stretch out even more. "Ah- ah- too full, too- too full," she whines.

  He chuckles. "That's right, darling. I'm gonna fill you up with come and breed you, make you heavy with cubs so you can be even fuller," he says.

  She doesn't think it's possible for her to get even fully. Already, she sees how her stomach is protruding unnaturally. It looks and feels weird. "I don't like it," she whimpers, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Please- please," she cries.

  "Ethan?" the man behind her - Peter - murmurs and the werewolf gives a jerky nod.

  That's all the warning she gets before she feels the Vampire's teeth sink into her neck, drawing out blood from her veins hungrily. She gasps, the pain so intense all the muscles in her body seizes, and then, a second later, she feels like she's floating again, the panic ebbing away until she can no longer feel anything except for how good everything feels.

  He stops sucking and mouths at the puncture holes on her neck for a second. "There, there," he murmurs. "Daddy's going to take care of everything," he says gently.

  Vampire bites come with endorphins. That's why she's feeling so good right now. The thought floats away too because they're suddenly moving again. She feels her eyes rolling back as Peter fucks into her from behind, hands clutching her breasts and pinching her poor, abused nipples. He twists and plays with the flesh around the sensitive nipples too, slapping them until they feel too hot with the skin red and tight.

  At a particularly harsh thrust, she feels herself come - or at least she thinks she did. Everything feels too much, too intense and too good. She's still crying hard, her face a mess of tears and drool, walls tensing and relaxing and muscles spasming. She's suddenly glad she's tied up and hung on the ceiling so firmly. She would have fallen apart otherwise.

  She forgets to breathe when the werewolf comes again, filling her hole with his seed as his knot forms and he stills, growing hard and bigger in her. Her mouth parts and she gasps at the feeling of more come gushing into her. She comes again from the sensation, and then comes when Peter empties his cock inside her hole from behind, squeezing a finger into her anal hole as though to make sure she's keeping all his seed inside her.

  It feels good. Better than good. She has never felt this much ecstasy before in her life. They hold her between them, hips jutting occasionally to spurt more come inside of her, and she can't do anything except sob as she takes it all.

  When they finally, finally pull away, her holes ache. It doesn't feel like anything's broken or anything hurts. Just- just empty. Against all her logical senses, she wants them back inside of her. She feels empty like this, open and too exposed. The camera's blinking lights are irrationally bright and the thought of them being recorded makes her feel dirty. She feels their hands on her body, undoing the bindings to free her from the soft leather and the moment her hands are free, she clings desperately to both men, wrapping her arms around them and sniffing quietly.

  "Shh..." the Werewolf rumbles, his voice rough. "You're alright. Daddy's got you," he says.

  She nods and sniffs a little more. "Feels- feels weird," she whimpers and then gasps when she feel something- two somethings- being pushed up her holes, sliding in easily an then plugging her holes. She feels herself relaxing into it, body melting and feeling less- less empty.

  "Do you feel better now, darling?" Peter asks behind her, pressing a kiss on her neck where he had bitten her earlier.

  She nods. Yeah. That does feel better. She closes her eyes and sleeps.

  END

  Shifter Domination 4

  Cruel, Kind Love

  Domination | Size Difference | MFM

  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

  This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A cat shifter with cat ears and a fluffy long tail falls into a relationship with an older Werewolf Alpha. It contains domination and submission, pet-play, size-difference (large males, petite female) knotting, double penetration, and rough sex.

  Prologue

  The first time Aria sees someone like her, she is walking behind her pack Alpha, his fingers curled around the handle of her leash, tugging her behind him as he walks. She used to be upset about how she isn't allowed out without being leashed, but that was years ago, when she didn't understand that she's different. She's older now. She understands things.

  Aria isn't like the other cat shifters in her pack. Her cat ears and fluffy long tail that she can't keep hidden no matter what she does stops her from being wholly human, but she isn't wholly animal either. Somewhere stuck in between.

  "Hurry up, pet," Alpha Franklin says, tugging her onward like she's dragg
ing behind on purpose. The yank makes her stumble over her feet a few steps and she gasps as he hands go instinctively to her neck, where the collar is.

  For ever step he takes, she has to take two quick jogs and she's running to keep up. Her slippers feel like lead shoes on her feet as she trudges through the thick snow that has materialized over the morning while nobody was paying attention. She's glad for her tail and the warmth it provides, but it would be even better if she could have the warms jackets the other are wearing instead of a t-shirt that's too big for her and a pair of pants that's held up by a belt. She wishes they would pause for breath but she knows asking for a break would only make things worse for her later on.

  Alpha Franklin stops so abruptly that she almost walks into the back of his legs. She takes a few grateful breaths, liking the way her exhales causes frost in the cold, winter air.

  It is only when she looks up that she understands why they're stopped at all. There is a crowd in front of them in the middle of the road, blocking their path. Not that anyone seem to care so much about being blocked, their expressions bright and unreadable. It frightens her a little how her packmates s are looking towards the middle of the crowd and then glancing at her with knowing smirks.

  The hair on the back of her neck rises. She doesn't like the way they're looking at her.

  Neither does Auntie Darla, since she takes a brave step forward to shield her from view.

  The crowd in front of them part enough for her to see a glimpse of skin, a woman with large floppy ears like that of a rabbit's and an expression frozen in something she doesn't quiet understand. Her lips part and she lets out a loud cry that is a mixture of pain and pleasure. There's a flash of torn clothes and a peculiar slapping noise that makes her ears swivel up with interest. There's a man behind her and he is holding onto her hips, pushing her towards him with an urgency that causes the lady to lean arch forward every time he moves. She doesn't understand what she's seeing.

  "Alpha?" she asks, brows furrowed as she tries to peer past the crowd and see more. She thinks the lady is naked, but that can't be right. People don't get naked in the middle of the street.

  Darla is the one who responds instead of their Alpha, who is so engrossed in the scene that he moves forward and forgets he's holding onto her leash, tugging her into the crowd carelessly. She's afraid that the leash would get caught somewhere and she'll be tugged away by someone else, so she tries to pull back a little, hoping Alpha Franklin would notice that she's not catching up behind him as quickly as she should be.

  "Alpha Franklin. Perhaps you should leave her here with me?" Darla grabs onto her arm, sensing his distraction, snaps the leash off closes to her neck and yanks her back.

  She gasps when she's pulled into Darla's arms, the woman twisting around swiftly and pulling her away from the crowd, putting as much distance as she can between them without straying too far.

  "Auntie Darla?" she looks up at the woman in confusion. "Auntie Darla, I want to see too," Aria says, holding her arms up, expecting her favorite auntie to pick her up so she can have a look at what's gotten everyone's attention. She knows if she strains her ears, she can probably hear the commotion, but there are too many noises and she's not very good at isolating sounds yet. The beanie also keeps her from hearing things clearly. The material is scratchy and she sort of hates it, but Alpha Franklin forbids her from taking it off when they're in public.

  Darla blinks at her for a few seconds, as if the request is so ludicrous that she doesn't know where to begin. "Darling," she starts, a ghost of a smile on her face. "Maybe when you're older, hmm?" she says and pat her head like she's a child.

  Aria huffs and shuffles closer to Auntie Darla, who's nice and warm. Auntie Darla looks around and makes sure the rest of their pack members aren't paying them any attention, and then opens up her jacket and tugs her in to share her warmth.

  "Stay close, darling," she says.

  "Why, Auntie Darla?" Aria asks.

  "It's dangerous," an unfamiliar voice answers her and she turns to look at the stranger by their side. He's a very tall man. She has to tilt her head all the way up to the sky to see him. He has very pretty eyes. She wonders if his hair is as soft as it looks.

  Auntie Darla's arm stiffens around her and Aria doesn't understand why Auntie Aria is afraid. He looks kind. "Why is it dangerous?" Aria wants to know.

  His expression softens. "Because you're special," he says.

  "Is it because of my ears?" she asks and reaches up to her beanie to tug it off so she can show off her ears, but Auntie Aria smacks her hands away quickly.

  "Don't do that, darling," she scolds.

  "It itches," Aria whines.

  "Alpha Franklin says you can't take it off, so you don't, okay, darling? We'll be home in a bit and you can take it off then."

  "I want to take it off now," she says.

  "No, darling."

  "Why not?"

  "Just- just, no," Auntie Darla smooths her palm over her head, which just makes the beanie rub against her ear more and is even more unpleasant.

  She pouts unhappily.

  The man's gaze drifts to Auntie Darla. "You know keeping her in the dark isn't going to do her any good. Ignorance will make it more dangerous for her."

  "She's too young," Auntie Darla says defensively.

  "I'm not," she interjects, not liking how they're talking about her like she's not standing right there.

  The man kneels on one leg in front of her so he can look her in her face. "You know the world isn't a safe place, don't you?" he asks.

  "I'm different," she says with a firm nod. She knows that much. "That's why I can't go to school with the other kids and why I don't stay upstairs with everyone," she says and doesn't understand why Auntie Darla grimaces at her admission.

  The man's face remains calm. "Yes. It's more than that," he says. "People hurt shifters like you."

  She frowns. Well, people hurt each other all the time. Her cousins and her play fight and she gets hurt sometimes because she can't change into a giant cat like they can. Then, even if she wins, Alpha Franklin would pin her down and remind her of her place in the pack. He's mean and it hurts sometimes, but she's used to it. She doesn't tell the stranger though. She doesn't want to get in trouble. "I know," she says instead and instead of placating him, that makes his brows furrow.

  "You know," he echoes.

  "I know there're nice people too, though. Like Auntie Darla," she beams at her Auntie, who smiles back weakly. "And I don't think you're hurt me."

  He frowns. "No one's going to hurt you. Not if you keep close to your family and don't wander off."

  "I won't wander off," she huffs. She knows better than to do that.

  He has that look again, like he doesn't know what to say and is thinking hard. She wants to ask him what he's thinking about, but then there's a loud roar from somewhere in the middle of the crowd and then she smells blood. He stands up abruptly. "That's my cue," he says. "Keep her out of sight," he says to Auntie Darla in a tone that Alpha Franklin uses when he's giving instructions.

  Auntie Darla bristles, but quickly picks her up and wraps her jacket around them both, zipping it up and hiding her from sight entirely.

  She didn't understand what happened that day until years later, when she comes across an article written about it, about how a rabbit shifter who can't keep her rabbit ears and tail away like her was brought out in the middle of the street by her pack and shared by strangers as a punishment for something she had done. It's terrible, but another pack, a Werewolf Alpha pack led by a pair of twin brothers had put a stop to that and forced the Rabbit Shifter pack under their rule.

  She sees the man's picture in the newspaper often over the next few years. He's consolidating power by gathering all the shifter species together, challenging Alphas one by one and putting himself in charge, an Alpha of Alphas. It's a little frightening. She thinks of Alpha Franklin bowing for someone else and shakes her head.

  It's a ludicrous
though. Alpha Franklin is a Lion Shifter. A king. He'll never lose.

  Chapter One: Home

  There's something happening that nobody's telling her and she doesn't understand why nobody's telling her anything because it seems to be related to her. Whenever they think she's not paying attention, her pack members would give her these pitying looks that make her feel small and weak.

  It's not in her place to ask question though, so she doesn't. She takes her place by the Alpha's side and keeps quiet, knowing her pack would do what they think is best for her.

  Aria is sixteen now and she's no longer the naive young girl who doesn't know what happens to shifters like her. She's a genetic anomaly. She can't achieve full shift in either form and is perpetually stuck a quarter of her animal form. Twice, Auntie Darla had to fight off people who tried to snatch her off the streets. And they were travelling in a pack then. Alpha Franklin thinks it's easier to just keep her home after the second attempt so she stays home, reading the books her cousins bring her and listening to their stories, wishing she would be out there too.

  There's nothing less human about her just because of her ears and tail, but shifters like her are treated as lesser being, the general population seeing them as something less than human. She has seen shifters like her kept in cages and paraded next to strong Alpha packs like a trophy, shifters who are humiliated in the middle of the streets and made to submit.