Chapter 13 #2
I wake up perfectly sore. Every part of my body aches from the effort of being human, becoming animal, and then turning back to human just to be fucked to within an inch of my sanity. My poor pussy is still puffy from the rough creature’s ravaging.
Simon is fast asleep next to me. He looks entirely human now, back to the man I recognize, all the way down to the cock which is somehow… still hard? God. The testosterone in him must be through the roof.
He flickers an eye open as I move, then he reaches for me by the arm, pulls me on top of him, spreads my legs, and slowly slides his morning wood up inside me.
“Ow,” I moan.
“Shhh,” he says. “You can take this, baby.”
It’s so fucking hot to be made to take his cock. And I can take it. It’s rather like the hair of the dog that way. Wake up with a hangover? Have a drink. Wake up fuck drunk? Take another cock.
Both his big hands rest on my ass as he slowly pumps up inside me, taking me in a languid, intimate, romantic way.
I rest my head on his chest and let him have me.
He’s not hurting me, not much anyway. And the little aches and pains I have feel good somehow, being transmuted into the kind of pleasure you’re not supposed to want to have.
“You were a naughty girl,” he murmurs after a while.
“What? How?” I gasp as he taps my butt lightly.
“You took the formula I had stored in my apartment, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” I admit.
He gives me a harder thrust that makes me yelp.
“You put your life at risk, didn’t you?”
I hesitate before answering this time, and he stills inside me, his cock throbbing in my pussy.
“…Yes? Ahhhhh!”
The first part is the admission. The second part is the sound I make as he pins my ass down on his cock and makes me take a flurry of rough thrusts that are designed to be punishing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders as I try to pull off him, but there’s no escaping this punishment. My pussy is being taught a lesson the only way it knows how.
“I wanted you to stay clear of the facility. I would have escaped myself in a matter of hours,” he says, slowing his thrusts again.
“Well, you were taking too long… heeyyy!”
Another volley of hard thrusts is my reward for that flippant remark, followed up by several hard smacks.
“I am going to paddle your ass for this,” he says affectionately, kissing my cheek as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me all the way down, going back to fucking me more slowly. “I am going to make you cry for me.”
“Nuh-uh,” I say, even as my pussy clenches, and a fresh flood of arousal engulfs his cock.
“Yes, I am. And you’re going to love it. I can feel your body reacting to me, Lydia. I know how you like to be treated.”
He pulls out of me and stands me up, leading me over to a blue plastic barrel that once contained god knows what. He bends me forward over it, and starts spanking my ass with his hand.
“Such. A. Naughty. Girl,” he lectures, emphasizing each one of those words with another hard slap to my ass.
The spanking goes on until I am kicking my feet and leaning on the barrel in an attempt to escape, but he keeps me there and keeps spanking me until he gets what he wants from me.
Tears start leaking down my face, a natural response to being harshly disciplined by the tall, handsome lover of mine who is actually somewhat pissed at me for getting involved.
“You were not supposed to take the formula. Anything could have happened to you. And a mouse? Lydia! A mouse is one of the most vulnerable creatures on the planet, and you voluntarily chose to make that the creature your DNA aligned with?”
Another stern barrage falls on my hot bottom.
I kick and squeal because those are the impulses that come first when my body is flooded with sensation that it cannot escape.
I am so fucking sore, and so fucking wet.
He stopped fucking me just to do this and it isn’t fair because it is making me need his cock so bad…
“Sorry!” I gasp. “Please…”
“Please what?” He grips my head and pulls me closer to his mouth. “What do you want?”
“Fuck me?”
“You don’t deserve a fucking, naughty girl,” he says, spanking the back of my thigh. “You were disobedient.”
I don’t think he is really angry at me. I think he’s afraid that I could have gotten hurt and he wants to teach me not to do it again, but I’d do it a thousand fucking times and nothing he does to me now can change that.
“Please?” I whimper again.
“I spoil you,” he says, nudging my legs apart so he can thrust back inside me again, this time fucking me over the barrel until my entire body is shaking with orgasm and his cock is knotting inside me, and I am taking another dose of his potent seed inside me.
Simon keeps hold of me when we are done, and it is good that he does because I feel slightly faint, and very, very hungry. Coming down off such an intense series of experiences is taking everything out of me.
“We need food. And clothes,” he says, kissing the back of my neck as we recover. “Fortunately, I have both here.”
“This is your place?”
“I started to realize I was going to need somewhere to hide once Veronica started getting too intense about things, and once the formula’s effects became less predictable,” he says.
Breakfast is what a growing wolf needs, dried meats and plain water. Not exactly delicious, but clearly not planned for me. He does have clothes for me though, a pink jumpsuit and matching pink and white sneakers, as well as some underwear.
“Are we supposed to go undercover as a couple of jazzercise dancers in the 90s?” I tease him a little. Really, I’m just glad to have something in my stomach and something on my back.
“We are going to go now,” he says. “I’ve booked a private charter to the end of the world. We’re going somewhere nobody will notice or care if we turn into animals occasionally.”
I clap my hands over my mouth. “Are you serious? Are we going to…”
“Yes,” he says. “We’re going to New Zealand.”
“People don’t care if you turn into a wolf there?”
“Not unless you start chasing sheep. It’s a very live and let live society. I’ve bought an old power plant in the very deep south.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“Mhmm,” he says, reaching for me. “And you know what else?”
“What?”
“Simon says we’re going to move there, we’re going to get married, and we’re going to live happily ever after.”
“Oh, Simon says that?”
“Yeah.”
“So I guess we better do it then.”
“Definitely,” he grins, kissing me passionately.
I melt into his embrace, perfectly happy to let him sweep me off to a distant island nation where we will make love, and babies, and live out the rest of our lives with the secret of his formula kept between us.
“But what about Veronica?”
“What about her? You don’t need to worry about that,” he says.
“I don’t?”
“She insisted on me producing samples while I was captive, so I blended up a little something for her specifically.”
“She’d have to be stupid to take anything you made,” I laugh.
“Not stupid, just absolutely high on her own supply of hubris. Around now, or perhaps later today, Veronica is going to wake up as a cat, and she is not going to be able to return to her previous state. Z-Corp will call her a repeated no-show, and hire for her position. It’s all going to be over, a blip in the corporate archives. ”