Precious (Werewolf Taboo 1)

Chapter Five: Morning

When he wakes, a part of him expects all of yesterday to be a vivid dream and nothing more. It becomes clear that it's not because she's sprawled up on top of him, so sweet and soft still, nuzzling up to him like an affectionate little cub.

They're sticky with sweat and come and he is a little annoyed at himself for not having the foresight to clean her up. He shifts her carefully so that she's no longer laying on top of him so she doesn't fall off even though she's all sweet and soft and still groggy from sleep. She whines, unhappy to be moved at all, but he knows she'll be more upset if she wakes up with come sticking to her skin. His pampered pup hated being dirty.

"No," she mumbles, frowning without opening her eyes.

She's such a small thing, barely weighing anything in his arms. He knows it's his wolf strength that makes it easier for him to move her around. The thought that she would never be able to overpower him makes his cock twitch.

He kisses her forehead and considers covering her with a blanket before deciding against it, liking the way her body looks like this.

He returns to the room with a warm, wet towel and wipes down her stomach and between her legs, where come is still dripping a little out from between her wet pussy lips. He admires the bare skin on display, so fine and perfect, the red marks he's left on her skin with his mouth and his hands. It makes his mouth water.

Unable to help himself, he leans up and licks between them, gingerly lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders as he licks into her pussy lips and cleans her with his tongue.

She makes an unhappy little noise and tries to close them in reaction, but she's mostly asleep still, her eyes hazy when she blinks down at him, not quite understanding what's happening. He licks up her clit and her reaction is immediate, breath hitching as her muscles tense.

"Daddy, wha- wuh?" The rest of her words are lost in breathless whimpers.

"I'm just going to get you all cleaned up, love," he hums. He's already hard again, the smell of her more than enough to make his cock erect and throb.

When she sees the length of him in the morning, she tries to escape, pulling away with her heels digging into the plush mattress. "No, no," she whines, still mostly asleep.

He reaches out a hand and wraps it around her waist, tugging her in. "You don't want this, love?" he asks, lining his cock to her opening, sliding it up and down between her wet pussy lips.

She whimpers, cheeks burning red. "I- I-" she stutters, looking confused.

He doesn't wait for an answer, slamming home inside of her. She's beautiful when she cries and he pins her down, fucking into her soft hole so roughly that the entire bed shakes. It's easier for him to fuck her when she's like this, half asleep and body still so impossible soft.

She's still so tight and perfect, the slick pressure around his cock tempting him to come already.

"Lovely little mate," he croons down at his crying mate, knowing she belongs to him now. She smells mated, smells like his and no one would dare try to take her away from him. He licks up her chin and cheek, tasting the fine salt of sweat and tears. "That's it. Feels good, doesn't it, love?" he prompts, hammering into the wet heat, pumping hard as sweat gathered on his own brow from the effort of keeping up the pace he had set on his own while making sure he's not hurting her, breathing in the scent of her confused arousal greedily.

Panting, he looks down at his pup, watching her body bouncing with each slam, her full breasts bouncing prettily. He palms them, pinching her nipples to elicit shrill moans from her kiss-swollen lips. He kisses her lips again, unable to hold himself back.

"I love you," he promises. "I'll always love you."

She comes with a moan, head thrown back as her body clenches around his cock and he knots her again, locking their bodies together. Her thighs quiver as she lays slack on the bed, panting and crying quietly from overstimulation. He rubs her clit and she cries harder. "No, stop, stop please," she whines, but for all her mewls of protest, her hips rock upwards to take him deeper as his knot pulses inside of her, filling her with more come.

"That's it, love. You're so good. It's like you're made for me, for his."

She whimpers and nods. "Love you, Daddy," she says softly.

When he kisses her again, her mouth is slack and willing, letting him taste every inch of her. He imagines getting her used to the feeling of his knot inside of her, making getting her to take one of those specialty plugs that would keep his seed in her for the whole day.

He does get around to cleaning her up, but only in the bathroom and he fucked her again in the tub, filling her up until he can almost feel her stomach growing heavy with it.

He doesn't let her out of the house for two days afterwards, fully intent on having her in every way possible.

Chapter Six: Love

Anya loves her brother more than she's ever loved anything or anyone in her entire life. He makes it so easy.

She doesn't know when she's first had thoughts about being her brother's mate, but it only takes her a few seconds to work through her feelings and accept them. They're not related by blood and he's not her actual brother.

When she's sixteen, she finds a boy who kind of reminds her of her brother and asks him if he would like to come on her ass. She doesn't ask quite so crudely, of course. Rather, she has been working on him for days prior, eyeing him suggestively while biting her lower lip whenever they cross path, dropping hints about how she would like to lose her virginity to someone like him, only to panic the last second and request that he come on her panties instead.

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