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.