Chapter Six
LUCY
Professor Kane towers over me, her fur shining golden, even in the dim light, and her dark red eyes sparkling like two rubies lit from within.
Her bare breasts are covered in a dusting of fur that spreads down to her belly, lost in the shadowy crease of her thighs.
Her fluffy tail slaps the floor with impatience, limned in moonlight with each lift before dropping into darkness behind her.
“Run, Lucy!” She steps towards me, and I stumble back.
My name is a sultry, guttural roll that sends a shiver down my spine and straight to my cunt, reminding me just how close I’d been to coming.
“N…no…” I struggle to form words, too distracted by the terrifying and magnificent beast in front of me. She is something that could only be properly captured in oil paint, because no photo would do her golden blonde fur justice.
“You should’ve already left by now,” she growls and takes another long stride towards me. She’s pissed.
My pussy aches at her frustration. I didn’t follow her instructions. “The…um…doors are locked.”
I’m in big trouble—big, glorious, punishable trouble. My ass warms at the memory of the impact of her lacquered stick.
“I can’t leave you tonight, not unless you want me to break the glass and send security running back,” I answer meekly.
“Are you smiling?” She barks out the question, her sharp fangs exposed.
My lips twitch, and I realize I am. I bite hard on my bottom lip, but I can’t help myself.
“You did this on purpose?” she asks, her voice getting louder and her eyes glowing brighter. “You wanted to be trapped here—with me?”
“Yes. I…I…didn’t think that far ahead. I just knew I wanted to be with you,” I answer honestly.
“You do that often, don’t you, Lucy? Not thinking before bouncing headlong into action.” Disapproval scrunches her muzzle, and her tail picks up speed in irritation.
I inhale a shaky breath. “You’re right. You’re absolutely right. I wasn’t thinking… I can’t think around you.”
“Fine. Then I’ll think for you. Run and hide.” She wants to yell at me, I can hear it in her restrained growl. “I can hold myself back long enough for you to lock yourself inside a room. Better yet, lock yourself inside a closet inside a locked classroom—”
“We weren’t done,” I sputter out. “We can’t be.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” She drops to all fours, her human attributes all but completely obscured as she slowly stalks towards me.
I freeze, nervous and horny in equal measure.
I was so close to orgasming only minutes ago that with each ripple of muscle beneath her werewolf fur, I imagine all that power being used to get me off.
“Uhh…umm…” I still, hands at my sides, back straight as she circles me, seeming to inspect me.
She sniffs at the hem of my skirt, and I remember my panties are still torn in her lecture hall, a million miles away.
“You are turned on, Lucy?” she breathes. “Still?”
“Yes.” Not sure where to look, I stare at the floor, my cheeks burning red.
“Look at me when you answer me. I want to know if it's the truth.”
“Yes, I’m turned on,” I admit. “Still.”
“And are you scared?”
“Yes, I’m scared too.”
“But you don’t want to leave, even now that you know who—what I am?”
“No.” My smile deepens. “Nothing has changed. I told you before. You’ve always been terrifying, and beautiful, and powerful, and…and everything…and, oh Gods, can’t you just let me please you? Please? I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want.”
I look to the hard, tiled floor beneath me and start to lower myself. I will beg. I’ll do it for her.
“Lucy, stop,” she growls, and I still, my knees bent, halfway to the floor. “If you want to please me, then you’ll run.”
Holding my awkward half-squat, my legs begin to shake as I’m hypnotized by her glowing eyes.
So pretty and so terrifying…
“I said, RUN!” she roars, and I come unstuck.
Professor Kane commanded and my body must respond. I run, muscles pumping hard, heavy boots propelling me down the hall and back the way I came. The rubber soles of my shoes squeak on the polished floor as the heavy pound and scrape of paws and claws follow me, coming closer and closer.
She howls, and it sounds different than before, when she was clearly trying to hold back. Now, she sounds excited to hunt me down. The need to be caught consumes me, but she wants to chase me, so I’ll give the fight she so clearly needs. Her echoing boom ends in a cackle of laughter.
I run faster, heading back towards the lecture hall. I never had to learn the rest of the building's layout; I only needed to know how to get to Professor Kane. My pussy throbs, and my thighs become slicker as I climb the first set of stairs. Heavy panting grows closer and closer behind me.
Down the next flight of stairs and across the hallway, finally the door to the lecture hall is within reach. I’m barely through before I’m tackled, my body encircled in firm muscle and fur, rolling down the steps to land at the front of the room.
“Oh Gods, oh Gods,” I squeal in fear and delight. When I’m released from her protective grip for one brief moment, I try to escape over the large, heavy desk.
Digging my nails into the wood, I attempt to pull myself to the other side, but sharp claws grip my ankles and yank me back.
I’m flipped, ass first, onto the desk top.
My arms are flung up above my head, my feet pulled to opposite corners.
My skirt is next. Professor Kane shoves the torn fabric up to my hips and holds my thighs wide with her strong paws.
I gasp, my knees so far apart, my clit aches from the sudden exposure to the cold air.
“I ran,” I laugh, panting and out of breath, so eager for whatever comes next. “I really tried.”
“And you did such a good job that now, you're going to come for me, Lucy,” she snarls between my thighs.
“Oh…ah, okay—” I’m not sure how to react to her praise, my whole body seeming to float outside myself as if high on her pleasure.
And then, she keeps me flying.
Professor Kane dips her muzzle between my thighs, growling low and deep, so every inch of my flesh quivers under her vibrations. Her tongue is longer and thicker than a human's, slightly pointed as it darts out between fangs.
“Professor,” I yelp as she laps over my folds.
She’s inhumanly dexterous in her attention, curling her tongue around my clit and then lavishing attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves until my hips jerk beneath her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream.
She works over me faster and harder, as if determined to finish the job she’d started earlier in the evening, as if the moments between when I was told to leave and when she chased me down were merely to edge me. My cunt responds, so painfully sensitive, it’s already too much.
And then her fangs slide over my folds, and she sucks my clit into her mouth, hard. My vision goes fuzzy, my back arches, my toes curl, and my entire body tenses as I desperately try to hold on to the pleasure as it convulses through me.
“Thank you,” I gasp and then scream, “Thank you!”
Finally, she pulls back, and my body spasms with aftershocks.
“You earned it, pet,” she says.
I’d smile if I had the energy, or if I could even manage to open my eyes. Instead, I lie on the desk, limp thighs dropping open as I feel the burning heat of her fur pull away from me.
“Don’t go,” I whimper, managing to crack an eyelid to watch her walk around the desk. “Please?”
I’m not done begging, not for her, not ever. This feels too good to ever give up.
“You aren’t done yet,” she says firmly.
Claws grip me beneath my armpits, and she yanks me down the length of the desk until my head drops off the edge.
“Oh!” I moan in surprise.
“You’ll tell me if it’s too much,” she demands.
“Yes,” I nod eagerly, my eyes going wide, suddenly salivating as she straddles my face and leans over, sliding her paws beneath my shirt and bra.
She gently massages my breasts, the sharp tips of her claws grazing my skin just enough to make my hips jump.
“Make me come, Lucy, and I’ll let you come again.” She smiles wide and wickedly, baring all her fangs. It is mesmerizing and rewarding, and I feel like I can conquer the world, but only if she asks me too.
I nod yes between her thighs, her soft fur tickling my cheeks as she mounts my face. Her pussy is warm and wet, her folds slick with her musky taste as I take a tentative lick. I want to be perfect for her.
“You can do better than that,” she snarls then, pinching my nipples, grinding her cunt into my mouth.
I moan then suck and lick, letting her use my tongue however she wants. Her hips rock against me, and she groans.
I’m at her mercy.
She growls and yelps as she rides my mouth, grabbing her way down my body until she reaches my hips and yanks my ass up towards her face.
This time, her pointed tongue plunges into my pussy.
My panting screams are muffled between her thighs, but I buck against her, wanting more, needing to come again.
I’m too sensitive for more, but I can’t resist her touch.
Darting in and out of me, she fills me with her tongue as her thighs quiver and hips thrust against my face. She goes harder, holding herself against me longer, until she’s finally howling with pleasure, her cunt held firmly to my mouth as she comes.
I can’t breathe beneath her, and she doesn’t stop fucking me with her tongue as my body shakes and tenses with hers. I’m forced to take her tongue again and again until my body collapses in her claws with one, final release.
“Thank you, Professor,” I gasp as she finally dismounts my face. “Oh Gods, thank you.”