Gwen
Her wish was my command. She was presenting again, damn near pressing her dripping pussy against the bars. I knew this was dangerous, but this was a crucial moment. This was why I had made the potion. If I was going to chicken out I might as well let her run away into the snow.
I'll probably be able to pull my hand away in time if she snaps at me.
I reached between the bars and gave her a teasing stroke.
"Only because you asked so nicely."
With that touch, she did press herself against those bars, her juices glistening on the metal in a way that drove me wild. She moaned, her hips rocking.
“Please, please… “
My smile grew wider as she pushed herself against my hand. I was going to have to split the perfume into two bottles. I'd hopefully be able to water some down so she'd still associate me with this kind of feeling without fully being pushed into a heat state... though it would be good to have some of this strength still.
I wanted her to be a helpless mess. I spent a while teasing her, touching her, spreading those lips and massaging ever so gently. Despite her attempts to push into my hand, I didn't want her in control of her sensations. It was going to be important to be able to remind her how long she had spent grinding against my hand instead of fighting and biting me.
Suddenly, intentionally, I stopped and pulled my hand away. "Good girls get these touches, Vicky. Are you a good girl?"
She reacted like the sun itself had been plucked from the sky.
"Noooo... " She wailed, rubbing that round, tantalizing ass against the cold bars of the cage. "Please... please more."
She was desperate.
I didn't always get the hype about some of the products I sold. Until now. I definitely got it now. Seeing her in that cage, helpless and begging for more was turning me on. I knew my panties were already soaked.
Vicky was adorable as she whimpered and moaned. Knowing the cameras were recording this made it so much better. Even if she tried to explain this away later, if she tried to deny it, I could just pull up the video.
I reached in and gave her one more slow stroke, flicking her clit gently. "I told you what you had to do, Vicky. Just say that you want to be a good girl and I’ll make you feel so very good."
She rolled onto her back, pulling her knees to her chest, compressing those perfect, perky breasts as she reached between her legs, biting her lip as her fingers picked up where I left off. But I could see in her eyes that it wasn’t enough.
A wolf in heat needed to be filled.
“Please.” So much power in that word. Her surrender, her ache, her lust. “Please, I want to be a good girl.”
That was exactly what I needed. The book had been adamant about this part of the process. Werewolves, especially the Trueblood, had a lot of pride. Stripping that away helped the process. She might deny this later, but I could just show her this part. Everything was recorded.
Now was the time to risk danger to make my point though. I could get hurt here, but I had a few weapons I could reach if things suddenly went wrong. It was worth the risk if this worked out. I stood up, tearing myself away from that beautiful sight to walk to the front of the cage.
The heavy click of the lock couldn’t even be heard beneath those moans, that helpless, hungry pleading. I let the door swing open slightly before I backed up, sat in my big, comfy chair, and stuck my leg out.
"The first step to being a good girl is admitting it. How about you come over here and grind while I pet you?"
She rolled over again, crawling from the cage, her hips wiggling with every movement, her body glistening as she crept along the ground toward my feet. Watching her crawl towards me was a beautiful, tantalizing sight.
My heart froze as she leapt at me, her eyes showing only pure animal need.
She threw herself at me, pinning me to the chair, her tongue lolling from her mouth. Vicky very nearly knocked both of us over, off the side of the chair with the force of her pounce. There was a moment of panic, of regret as I moved to grab a weapon. Before I could reach it… I realized she wasn't attacking.
She did exactly what I told her to do. With her tongue hanging out of her mouth and a glazed look in her eyes, she was humping my thigh.
Her smell was incredible. The scent of her sweat, the smell of her arousal. I started to pet her hair when she suddenly ripped my shirt open.
This was getting out of hand. I needed to assert control.
I reached, burying my fingers in that soft hair, yanking her head back and forcing her to meet my eyes.
"Be good, Vicky." I did my best to keep my voice stern, but even I could hear the lust in it. I wasn’t sure if I had pulled too hard, if I had hurt her, but I assumed it wouldn't hurt a werewolf much. I held her gaze for another few moments, her head pulled back helplessly, before leaning in and driving my tongue between her lips. "Such a good girl. Keep grinding for me. Tell me what you need."
“You.” She was lost. Swimming in my voice, in my eyes. “You.” Then the feral energy was gone from her eyes and she was just a girl. A beautiful girl, straddling one of my legs and begging. “I need… “ Her hips rocked again and again, her lips hungry. “You. Please. Please. Fuck me.”
"Such a good girl." My lips lingered on hers and I took from her. My kiss was as demanding, driving home that she was mine in that moment.
There had already been an enormous chance for her to try and attack me already and she hadn’t taken it. If she was begging me to fuck her, I could do that. Not here though. All my things were upstairs. In my bedroom.
The idea was idiotic, but I wanted more. Maybe I was drunk on the power I had over her. Maybe the mixture was affecting me more than I thought. Or maybe Vicky was too adorable to resist like this.
I broke from the kiss and forced her off me, careful to not make it seem like I was rejecting her. I just needed to stand up. Stepping over to the cabinet, my pulse racing, pulled out a chain leash. She might be able to break through it, but it was the strongest thing I had. I held it where she could see it as I walked back and clipped it to her collar.
"Crawl behind me, Vicky." I commanded her gently, seductively, giving the leash a tug. "I'm going to give you exactly what you're begging for."
Her face was so near to me that there was no question that she could smell my arousal. And she obeyed. She followed, crawling behind me like a good dog, no complaints, no objections. She debased herself in her need - her anger would be shattered by this. She’d be mine.
I paused on the stairs to reach down and pet her, and immediately she pressed into me.
When the door to the basement opened and we walked out I was afraid she was going to make a break for it. But she just looked at me, waiting for me to continue. I was lost in the moment, her need had coaxed my own back to life, and I burned with it.
Our conversation later would be delicious. She could have killed me but she didn't. She could have run, but instead she followed me like a puppy. She could have kept her pride, but she begged me to fuck her. I couldn't imagine how she could claim she still had any pride left.
I was careful where we walked in my room. There were weapons in here, but I kept her far enough away that she shouldn't feel sickened by the silver. It did mean if she snapped and attacked me, however, that I'd probably be injured badly before I could reach them to fight her off.
This was worth the risk.
We moved over to my bed and I looped the chain around the headrest.
"Be a good girl and wait just a moment."
I stroked her hair and gave her a quick kiss before heading over to my closet.
It had been a while since I had anyone in my bed. Spending my days making things like collars made my mind wander quite a bit. In my curiosity, I had also indulged - buying some toys I couldn't use on my own. They didn’t get used often, but I always made the most of any opportunity where they did.
There were few things sweeter than bending a strong man over the bed and fucking him.
But I had the distinct feeling that this was going to surpass those experiences by a lot.
After a few moments of searching I found what I was looking for. Just what I needed. My belt was off in an instant, pulled from my pants with a smooth motion and draped over my shoulders. You could do a lot with a belt in a pinch. Two steps and my jeans were gone, my panties with them.
And I kept eye contact with my whimpering puppy as I widened my stance and guided the egg-shaped bulb of the toy into me, leaving the thick, black shaft pointing at her. One quick motion had the harness buckled and I was ready.
Very few things made me feel as powerful as this strap. I didn’t get to use this one often - it was a lot easier to find a man for a one-night stand than it was to find a woman.
"You want me to fuck you, puppy?" I asked as I walked back over, my silicone cock waving at her. I wanted her to watch as I slathered lube on the shaft, not that she’d even need it. A small puddle had already formed on my sheets from her juices dripping down her well-muscled legs. "Present."
She tried. She really tried to obey, but every movement she made invited a tiny kiss or a teasing touch. My fingers danced along her ribs, my lips on her collarbone. Her tongue hanging out in her desire was so cute. Those blue eyes pleading for my strap, for my touch. Her resistance was gone, washed away in a mist of rose, mint, and willow. Tiny, adorable yips and whimpers came from her as I pinched her nipples, as I turned her body while she struggled to obey me.
She wanted to present. She wanted me to fill her.
Finally, I let her. Instantly, hungrily, her face went to the mattress, her ass in the air, legs splayed wide and her fingers tangled in the blanket. She knew what to do. She knew what she wanted and how to receive it.
I couldn’t resist a taste.
I leaned down, dragging my tongue from her swollen clit to her entrance. She tasted incredible. I hadn’t been with as many women as I would have liked, but none had ever tasted this good. Her juices were sweet, she was candy to me. And with her coating the tip of my nose, I’d be smelling her the entire time.
I couldn’t wait any longer. My own clit was throbbing, I needed to feel her clench this shaft, I needed her movements to stimulate me, for her reactions to drive the bulb inside of me. My own liquid was dripping down my inner thighs as I parted her folds with my fingers.
Standing, I guided the lube-coated silicon member into her. She was tight. So gloriously tight, I could feel every fluttering motion of her walls.
“Please. Fuck. Fuck… fuck please… “ A grin split my face, she only seemed to know these two words now, which was fine by me. I wanted to both fuck and please her. I eased my cock into her slowly, sliding in an inch at a time before drawing back slowly. I paused between each slow stroke, savoring the way her breath hitched and those tiny moans before I gave her more. I was letting her get used to my favorite toy.
Well, in that moment, she was my favorite toy and she was perfect. I could feel the tip of the cock brush her cervix as I pumped my hips, learning that limit. Her every squeeze, every movement given to me by the silicon member stimulated my own nerves. I adjusted, raising up on my toes to find just the right…
“Oh fuck.” It was my turn now, groaning in pleasure, my fingers wrapped around her hips, my nails digging into her soft flesh. How was a creature so powerful and wild so very soft?
She moved suddenly, driving herself backwards onto the shaft with an unexpected violence. I took the cue, pumping my hips, pulling hers down onto me as I thrusted.
Her moans were music. Her skin was perfect. She chanted one word under her breath rhythmically, begging and exulting all at once.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck…
And when I found the perfect rhythm, I reached down and turned on the vibe in the cock.
Quickly, oh so quickly, her moans turned to a howl, an animal sound of need and pleasure. It was nothing short of amazing. The way she howled as I thrust into her, How she rammed against me to get more.
"Such a good puppy." I gave her generous praise as I fucked her. I wanted those words associated with the pleasure she was feeling in that moment. It was important that she wanted to hear them from me.
I'd been with others before, but this was so much different. Never before had the person I'd been with been this eager. I loved how rough I could be without hurting her. I was instantly in love with that feeling.
I raked my nails across her, drawing a hiss, a moan, and a plea from her. She loved it. She needed it. And I was more than happy to provide it. I could feel my own climax building as she shuddered, her need a long, low groan in her throat.
I could tell she was getting close. I increased my speed, hoping to get her there when an idea crossed my mind. She was mine. I'd train her to follow my commands. This was a wonderful time to reinforce that these were my decisions and her place was to obey.
"You're such a good girl, Vicky." I reached forward, grabbed her hair, and pulled, yanking her head back with force as I grinned. "You may cum now."
The sound that came from her was animal, a long howl that started in the back of her throat as a thunderous orgasm ripped through her.
But I didn’t stop there. Why would I?
With a fistful of her hair, I slammed into her again and again and again. My own moan was so human in comparison to hers. I crested, feeling it in every nerve, every inch of my body, her hair tangled in my fist. It didn’t matter how rough, how violent I was with her, she could take it and wanted more.
She was the perfect lover.
I pounded her, feeling her as one orgasm turned into two. Every spasm, every clench from her walls was reflected in mine, glorious sensation that I hadn’t realized I had missed so very much. I released my grip as her body went slack, her face falling into the blankets but her hips never stopping. She screamed into the mattress.
I kept thrusting, lost in it, drowning in my own seemingly endless orgasm until I felt her hips giving, her body collapsing. I pulled out, gasping and sweating, my breath a mix of joy and lust and need.
"Such a good girl." I praised her, petting her hair as she panted and twitched, overrun by aftershocks.
This was a wonderful moment. She was exhausted and had been soaking in my praise. Now I could just sit here and pet her. Unfortunately I knew that this couldn't last long. I wasn't sure what was going to happen now that her head might be clearing a bit. With a small, sad sigh I prepped to take her back downstairs.
Flipping off the vibe, I grimaced as I pulled the strap from me, unbuckling the harness and letting it fall to the ground. I’d clean it later. After. I yanked on my jeans. Only then did I remember the belt draped around me - a missed opportunity and a twinge of disappointment, I could have bound her hands behind her back while I railed her.
I didn’t know if I’d get another chance. A seed of guilt planted itself in my gut as it slowly dawned on me, what I had done. I had lost myself there, swept up in her need, responding to the animal heat that the potion had encouraged in her.
"You did wonderfully, puppy." I unwrapped the chain from the headboard, pushing away the thoughts for the moment as I carefully lifted her into a bridal carry. No reason to make her crawl back to the basement. She had done well enough for now.
I was almost surprised about how light she was. I hadn't really thought about it when I had taken her to the basement yesterday. Was it only yesterday? So much stronger than a human, but she was small, easy to carry. When we got to the basement I slipped her into the cage gently. I didn't want her to try moving around too much right now. I grabbed some wet wipes, gently cleaning her up, another to wipe the sweat from her while she recovered.
"See how much pleasure you can have by just giving into your desires?" I asked as I alternated between petting her hair and cleaning her, trying to ignore the guilt that was beginning to gnaw at me.
I brought a hand up, wiping my own brow, running my fingers through my hair. There was the smell - I couldn’t smell it before, rose and mint. It was surprisingly pleasant.