Training Hucow

by Marilynn Fae

  "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 sl
eeping 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

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  "Do I scare you?" he asks.

  She nods, wondering why he's asking for something that's blatantly obvious. He terrifies her.

  She spies the slightest curve of his lips before she looks down again. She wants more than anything to wrap her fingers around her tail and rub her face with the tip to soothe herself. Her long tail twitches with the desire to do exactly that and his gaze lands on her stomach, where she has her tail wrapped firmly around herself.

  "You have nothing to be afraid of," he says.

  She doubts that. Even now, she feels imprint of his fingers on her arm, sure to leave bruises. Unlike werewolves, werecat don't have that superspeed healing. They're a lot more agile, though that help her species when they were being hunted down. Hard to outrun a gun. She wonders if she can use her agility against him. Maybe she can get the window open and climb to her freedom.

  "Would you give me a kiss, kitten?" he asks out of nowhere.

  She stands shock still for a second, blinking dumbly because surely she's heard him wrong? He's not asking- She peers up at him carefully and sees the seriousness in his gaze. A rosy blush rises to her cheeks when she realizes he's being serious. She wonders if the CEO for the company she works for has a screw loose. "I don't know you," she says, interlinking her fingers in front of herself and looking determinedly anywhere except his face.

  "That's not a no," he says.

  She takes a step back, and her back slams against the door that is blocking her escape. His hands are on her waist, lifting her up so he can line their lips together.

  The unexpected press of his lips on hers startles her enough to suck in a sharp breath and his tongue darts past her parted lips in an instant. She is thrust back against the solid door and her eyes blink close as he kisses her. His lips are surprisingly soft against hers, pressing with an urgency that takes her breath away. His knee works between hers, coaxing her legs apart with ease.

  She knows she should be fighting back, pushing him off and getting free but his grip is firm and she feels like prey trapped beneath a larger, stronger predator and his lips on hers feel nice. He licks into her mouth, tasting her and dominating the kiss entirely. She doesn't know if he's a good kisser or not, being so inexperienced herself. She feels tingles all the way from where their lips are touching down her spine to the tips of her toes.

  Her fingers find their way to the lapels of his suit, clutching tightly.

  Tentatively, she tries to kiss him back. She picks up the bitter tang of coffee and something else she can't discern. The small gesture makes him growl, his fingers tightening around her waist, leaving more bruises the shape of his hands on her skin. The deep sound of his growl vibrates down her spine and makes every nerve ending in her body come awake with lust.

  Too quickly, his lips part from hers, his breath grazing her jaw as he exhales softly against her skin. He leaves a trail of kisses down her neck and shoulders and she gives into the uncontrollable shiver as her body betrays her and she tilts her head to the side, offering her more of his neck. He trails open-mouthed kisses down her collar bone, sucking occasionally to leave blue-black bruises on her pale skin.

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  Sneak Peek

  "No! Wai-" The rest of her protest is muffled by her own panties that Cain has stuffed into her mouth.

  She looks at Luke, pleading with her eyes for him to put a stop to this but he's grinning from ear to ear, looking like he's enjoying the show immensely. His hand is stuffed down his pants and she can see him gripping his erection. The sight makes her suddenly aware of the thick scent of arousal in the air, making it hard to breathe. She gasps when Caleb and Cain grips her by her ankle and lifts them up.

  Her legs are spread wide suddenly. Blood rushes to her cheeks as she tries to cover herself between her legs. Her own fingers are met with a growing wetness that causes her to blush even more. Her hands are pried away quickly and then all eyes are on her, staring at her pussy lips, already glistening wet even though she is more afraid than she is aroused.

  Her protests are muffled by the cloth in her mouth. She is humiliated by the thought of these strangers looking at her pussy.

  "Shaved, I see," Caleb teases. He is the one holding her hand aside so he can look at her more clearly. "You're a little slut, aren't you?" he growls.

  She wants to argue that all hucows are bare. She just doesn't grow hair between her legs.

  "She's always shaved," Luke says, his tone so casual it is as though he is merely commenting on the weather. "Gorgeous, isn't she?" he says.

  She is a little annoyed that he doesn't know she doesn't shave, that he's unaware that hair simply doesn't grow there, but she is too busy feeling mortified by all the eyes on her, staring and looking at her pussy lips.

  "She's so fucking wet already," Keats says, surprising her by being the first to reach between her legs and spread her pussy lips open. He slides his forefingers inside, spreading her open to peer into her hole.

  She turns her head to the side even as a spike of arousal jolts up her spine.
She bites her lower lip to keep from crying out. Cain's voice is like velvet in her ear when he speaks behind her. "You're absolutely lovely."

  She tries to tilt her face away, but he is holding onto her waist too tightly and pinning her arms too securely. She cries out when Luke rips her blouse open, revealing her frilly pink bra underneath. He wastes no time in taking that off as well, snapping the front clasps open and tugging it out of the way. She is too distracted to fight back with Keats's fingers on her pussy lips, rubbing between them and teasing her hole before moving his attention up to rub her clit.

  Pleasure jolts up her spine and she tries to squirm her hips away from him, but the two men holding her legs open hold firm and she can't do anything but submit herself to the way the almost-stranger is opening her hole up.

  Fingers rub and tease her nipples, drawing milk to the tips. She whimpers as milk begins to form on the tips of her nipples and pebble there, dripping down slowly at first, and then in great spurts when they begin to pinch lower.

  The heavy scent of arousal mixed with creamy milk and musk fills her nose and lungs. Cain's and Keats's fingers are on her pussy, spreading her wide from the inside as though trying to split her open, presenting the glistening pink hole within. She cries out as her hips bucked into the touch, the pleasure too much for her to take. Her walls tighten around their fingers, tense enough that they are able to feel it and glance up at her together.

  "Why don't we tie her down?" Cain suggests and she is torn between crying out for mercy and begging them to just get on with fucking her already. Anything is better than the torture of having every inch of her body groped and played with without the satisfaction of being filled. Already, she is losing sense of herself, the initial humiliation and reluctance replaced completely by want and arousal.

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