Emily came back into the house from the rear door. I was shocked to see her naked. She was dirty and had a slight limp. I looked over her body and saw she had a wet trail crawling down her leg.
I searched for the beast, but he did not return with her. Looking up, our eyes met. She had a light in hers. I am sure she saw horror and fear in mine. She had a satisfied smile.
"What happened? Are you ok?" Jen asked. Emily's smile grew broader.
"He has claimed me," Emily said almost smugly.
"He what?" Jen asked, confused.
"Claimed me. As he explained, a wolf can sense possible mates or mate candidates. That's why he took me." Emily explained and went further into detail.
When a wolf wants a mate, he can smell potential partners. Then, when he chooses one, he claims her. Once claimed, she has to survive the change. This is not always successful, but a strong male can smell those more likely to succeed.
"So he just assaulted you in the woods?" Jen asked angrily.
"No, not exactly. I think if I had demanded he stop, he would have. Despite his kidnapping, I did find him attractive, and a part of me wanted to be taken. There was also the terrified part. Anyway, you should probably go home. You prying into his business is very dangerous." Emily warned.
Jen left in a confused daze. She had found the professor intriguing. She also had to admit she was increasingly finding herself to desire him more and more. This was also confusing because he was old, and it is ok to be infatuated with an older man, but for an older man to take a younger woman was just gross. At least Jen had always thought so, so what had changed?
Thought bounced around in Jen's head all the way home. She contemplated calling the cops. She contemplated confronting him or outing him publicly. She had a lot of thoughts and ideas. Chief among her thoughts and plans, though, was her own body's reaction to Emily's return.
When she saw his seed dripping down Emily's leg, she was outraged. Then came jealousy. Now she had wolf fever again. A fever her boyfriend had failed to cure last time.
Jen wanted, no, she needed, a real man. She thought of some of the men her mother had brought home and the looks a few had given her. She threw that idea out. For one reason, she had no idea how to contact them. For another, that was just wrong, wasn't it? Then she thought of one of the guys in the neighborhood.
Mr. Ferling, she thought his name was. He was older—not too much older, but a man. She had been creeped out by him. During a neighborhood barbecue, he seemed to have been watching her. Back then, the idea of an older man's attention was a complete turn-off.
Now she found herself passing by her house and heading towards his. A thousand things went through her mind, including what she would say. By the time she got to his door, she had a plan. She knocked. Then she knocked again.
'Hello?" came his voice from a small electronic device next to the door. All Jen's plans flooded out of her head. She stumbled on her words.
"Hi. Ummmm, hello. I, um," she fumbled with her hands, dug deep, and found courage. "Can I come in?"
"Hold on," Jen heard the bolt lock opening by its little motor. "Doors open. I am in the living room. Sorry, but it's a big game tonight."
Jen opened the door and walked in. His house was dark and intimidating. She followed the sound of the television into the living room. Mr. Ferling sat in a huge lazy boy, his eyes glued to a football game on the television.
"What's going on, Miss," he started, and then seemed like he was trying to remember her name. "It's Jen, right?" His glance was brief, and Jen felt insulted. Seriously? Perv could not take his eyes off her that one day, and now she might as well not exist. Like, 'Hello, fucker, hot chick standing in your living room.... and she wants to be fucked!'
"Well," Jen started and then decided action spoke louder than words. She pulled her top off over her head. Then, she unsnapped her bra and pulled her pants off. There she was, just in her panties. Mr. Ferling just stared at her, shocked.
Jen crossed the room and up onto the chair, into his lap. Her gracious amount of breasts were right in his face. She could feel he had instantly gotten aroused.
"What the fuck," he stumbled. Jen growled and slammed her mouth onto his and kissed him with wanton passion. He tasted of beer and I almost gagged. When they broke, he was panting. She had been grinding on his cock.
"Well, are you gonna fuck me or what?" A whistle on the TV blew.
"Technical foul, offense number 99. First down," a ref announced. Mr. Ferling snapped out of his daze. He leaned in and sucked a nipple into his mouth. His rough hands gripped her ass and she felt his cock press into her.
Jen moaned and ground against him. She rocked back and forth. Mr. Ferling was rough and used his teeth to bite at her soft body. Jen fumbled with his pants.
"Yea, I knew you were a slut! Suck my cock," he growled and pushed at her to get on her knees. Ken slapped him across the face and matched his growl.
"Fuck you, asshole. I'm not sucking your cock. I want it in me, now!" She slid off his lap, and her panties were on the floor. Mr. Ferling jumped out of his seat and was naked quicker than he had ever disrobed before.
He bent her over and pushed her into his Lazy Boy chair. Jen felt his head hit her tight pussy and he thrust. His hands had her hips in a vice-like grip. He slid in her fast. He had no hesitation. One of his wildest fantasies was coming true.
"Fuck, you're so goddamn tight," he groaned and slammed into me again and again. Jen ignored his words and screamed in pleasure. She gripped the leather and let him take her. In her mind, she envisioned a wolf-hybrid monster slamming into her. Her fantasy made her pussy wetter and she clenched around his cock.
Mr. Ferling fucked her hard and fast. He was bigger than she had taken before. His girth stretched her. This is what a man felt like. She moaned and begged for more. She wanted it harder and faster. She was cumming and she rode the orgasm, wave after wave.
All too soon, she felt him swelling, and then he jerked and grunted. Her pussy flooded with his hot seed. Mr. Ferling started to slow. No! She wasn't finished!
"Don't you fucking stop," Jen demanded.
"I just came," Mr. Ferling stated as if she did not already know.
"Is that all you have?" Jen challenged him. He grunted and grabbed her hair.
"You want more, don't you? Eager slut," he accused and began fucking her again. Her orgasm had resided. Now it was building again. Jen could feel she was sore from his hard fucking. She loved it and welcomed more pain. More pain mixed with pleasure. Her hips bucked against him, encouraging him not to stop.
Mr. Ferling was growling and grunting. Jen imagined his growls were that of the professor. She moaned and begged for more. She needed it harder and faster. In response to her demands, he slapped her ass.
A burning handprint stung, and she cried out. He didn't stop. The abuse turned him on and reinvigorated him. He hit her over and over and fucked her harder. She felt her pussy overflow and cum dripped out of her. She had not even realized he had come again.
He pulled out of her and pulled her away from his chair. Then he collapsed, breathing hard. He just stared at the panting teen he had just fucked. Jen said nothing. She dressed and walked away. He was saying something, but she did not care.