Wolf Submission 1 - 6

Chapter Two: Milked

Chapter Two: MilkedThey finish the rest of the meal with little interruption. He paces her and she only gets two more bites of the meat. The man, the 'guardian' who left her with him has given him careful instructions on her diet.

"Are you full?" he asks, trying to rear himself back from rutting into the innocent young girl sitting on his lap. She smells amazing, like home and heat with a hint of arousal that she probably doesn't even recognize. When they kissed, he had been surprised, and then wary. She had done it so naturally, as though she has trained for it.

He had specifically requested a hucow who has never been touched before. Most hucows in the facility hasn't, but he knows some guardians are not as controlled as they should be and enjoy 'sampling the merchandise', as crude as that is. She appears innocent enough, however, and seems to be reacting to her body's wants and her instincts rather than experience.

It's clear that she wears her heart on her sleeve and expresses herself openly. She's very sheltered, as is most hucows. They're kept in the facility together with other hucows their age and don't meet anybody else until they're of age. He rubs his thumbs against the juts of her hips and makes a note to feed her more.

She licks her lips and stares wistfully at the empty plate of meat in front of them, looking ready to lick the juices from the surface if he's not watching her so intently. If she asks him politely, he would probably let her.

"I'm full," she says at last, blush climbing back up to her face now that she's no longer distracted by food.

"Good girl," he says, resting his hands on her hips. He's achingly hard already, his erection straining in his pants. She smells so ripe and fuckable. He wants more than anything to strip her and breed her, fill her up with his seed and keep his knot inside her until she's heavy with his cubs.

"Mr. Javan?" she asks, her voice soft and innocent, eyes so wide and clueless of the turmoil in his mind that he has half the mind to tell her.

Instead, he takes a deep, shuddering inhale, filling his lungs with her scent. She's nervous and unsure, but sated and content after the hearty meal. He wants to know how she would smell after he's f****d her full. He asks, "Do you know why you're here, baby?"

She nods. "You're my mate," she says. "I'm supposed to love you and carry your cubs for you."

Gods. She's such a perfect, clueless little thing, isn't she? He nods, "That's right. But if you don't feel comfortable with anything I do, you just have to let me know, okay?" he says. It's possible that they would go their separate ways, but he doesn't tell her that. There's a one-month trial period and after a year, if she's still not heavy with cubs, then they would both get tested to figure out if there's a compatibility issue. Some werewolves are unable to get their hucow mates pregnant. He doubts that would be a problem.

He is thirty six, exactly twice her age, and is one of the youngest werewolf candidates to be assigned his own hucow. Most don't get one until they're well into their forties. It wouldn't be possible if he wasn't so successful. Money goes a long way to getting what he wants and what he wants right now is a pregnant, beautiful hucow in his home and plenty of cubs running around.

She licks her lips, drawing his attention to her full, plush lips. He reaches up to press a thumb against her lower lip and draws in a quick breath when her tongue dart out to taste. She's probably chasing the taste of cheese and meat on him, but he'll take it. He dips his finger into her mouth and groans when she licks around his index finger, tasting the salt and slight hint of cheese on it from when he picked up the cheese with his finger. He imagines those gorgeous lips around his c**k, soft lips closing over his c**k, tongue licking up and down his slit. He groans. He has no doubt he would wreck her when he has the chance.

When he finally pulls his finger free, he is leaking precum, his erection jutting in his pants, eager to join in the fun.

She asks, "When do you think I'll be ready?"

"You'll be ready when you're ready," he answers cryptically. He has to be patient. It's one of the first things her guardian, Nate had told him. It would be so much sweeter when she gives herself to him willingly.

She doesn't look satisfied with his answer, but nods regardless. "Can I have some water, please?" she asks.

He remembers the empty glasses he had set on the table and has a sharp moment of weakness where he growls and juts his hips upwards, rubbing his hard erection against her soft cheeks.

For something so small and skinny, she's wonderfully soft and perfect. He abruptly remembers Nate's words before he had left earlier that day. "You got one of my best milkers," he had said with an air of disappointment, like Javan is taking away his favorite toy and there's nothing he can do about it. "She will have no problems producing milk for your cubs. You will need to milk her at least once a day. She's used to doing it herself, but if you're so inclined to help her, she's familiar with it as well." He does not like the look of reminiscent pleasure on his face, like he's recalling the last time he 'helped' her with the milking.

Guardians are supposed to stay with their wards until they're ready to be mated. They aren't supposed to allow them to grow attached. She shifts on his lap and tries to twist around, only to be stopped by his firm grip around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest so he can rub his erection against her ass.

"Ah- Anh-" she gasps. "Jav- Mr. Javan, sir?" Her cheeks are flushed and her lips are wet and parted. He wants so much to kiss her and ravage her right there. He thinks of how good she would look, her belly round with cubs, her n*****s engorged, her breasts heavy with milk.

He pulls himself together. "Your guardian tells me that you need to be milked at least once a day?" he asks. "I was thinking we could have a taste."

For a second, she looks confused. He can see the exact moment she comprehends what he's asking by the bright blush on her cheek.

"Are- are you sure?" she asks. "I'm not- I'm not allowed."

"You're not allowed to milk yourself?" he asks, deliberately being dense to hear her explain further. She's such a precious, innocent thing. He's going to ruin her.

She shakes her head. "It's- it's not that," she stutters, looking away from him. She stares at her fingers on her lap and fidgets, and then remembers she's sitting on his lap when she inadvertently rubs against his erection in the process.

"What is it, baby girl?" he asks.

"It's just- I um... I've never tasted my own milk before," she whispers, like she's sharing a secret with him. "I'm not allowed," she says.

"It's alright, baby. As I understand it, you're not allowed before because they needed to package and sell the milk to keep the facility running. You belong to me now," he says, assuaging her fear calmly. It's not entirely through. The facility is making more money than they care to admit. Selling the milk is just an added bonus. He's paid a lot of money for her. "I don't intent to share you with anyone just yet, but I would like to taste you first, if you're comfortable?" He's not sure what he'll do if she denies him that simple thing. Most hucows are used to milking themselves in front of an audience, however, so he's not too worried.

"Are- are you sure?" she asks, eyes wide when she turns to him. She has such beautiful black eyes, dark enough to get lost in.

"Yes," he nods. "I'm certain."

"Oh," she murmurs, turning back to the table. She spots the empty glasses and understands what they're for almost instantly. Clever girl. She reaches for a glass. "If- if you say so," she murmurs.

"Are you going to take you dress off?" he asks and his c**k twitches in anticipation. She is not wearing anything underneath. He would enjoy having her naked on his lap. He could probably come just like that.

She worries her lower lip until it is bright red and swollen. "I suppose I have to," she says reluctantly. The way the dress is designed makes it impossible for her to take just the top half off.

He lets her down from his lap with his hands on her hips and has to coax her to look up at him with his knuckle on her chin. "You don't have to do it if you're uncomfortable," he says graciously even though it's the last thing he wants to offer her. Already, her scent is driving his wolf to want. It wants to mount her and breed her until she is leaking c*m from between her legs and screaming his name from her lips.

"I- I want to," she says, her eyes shimmering wetly. "Can you help me, please?" she asks, and then raises her arms up in the air and waits for him to pull her dress up and over her head.

Jesus. She's going to be the death of him. She stands absolutely still as he reaches for the hems of her dress and pulls it over her head, sliding the tight black dress all the way off her the tips of her fingers until she is completely nude in front of him. She is absolutely delicious.

She's still young, that much is certain, eighteen and not yet completely comfortable in her own skin. Her breasts are almost too large for her small frame and without the tight dress to hold them up, they are heavy on her chest. Her waist is tiny and there is a hint of visible ribs on her chest right beneath her breasts. He's going to have to fatten her up some more. He likes a little more meat on his lovers.

Her hips are wide and perfect for child-bearing, and there is a dash of hair between her legs, hiding her p***y from view. She crosses her legs, one over the other and tries to hide herself from him even more, but there's not much she can do since she's completely naked.

He should give her guardian a bonus for keeping her in such wonderful condition for him.

She whimpers at the hungry look he gives her. "Do you want to sit back down on my lap, baby?" he asks.

She hesitates for a second, and then, evidently deciding that it would be easier for her to hide by sitting on his lap, nods. He pulls her up to his lap and shifts her legs so that she sitting between his open thighs, her soft ass pushing directly against his erection.

"Comfortable?" he asks.

She folds her arms over her breasts gingerly and nods, her gaze lowered, blotches of red on her cheeks and chest. She's such a shy little thing. They're supposed to be used to being milked, but it appears she's so sheltered that the only people who's seen her like this are her guardian, the doctors, and now, him.

"Can I touch you?" he asks.

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth and chews on it thoughtfully for a few long seconds before nodding. "Okay." She leans back into his chest and lowers her arms, offering him full view or her breasts.

There's a drop of creamy white liquid on the tip of her n*****s that lets him know that she's ready to be milked already. He inhales greedily, taking in the scent of fresh, slightly sweet cream clinging to the tips of her n*****s.

He reaches around her chest and circles her breasts with both hands, smoothing his palm under her large breasts and then feeling around it. Her breasts are almost disproportionately big on her small frame, but he's certain that can be rectified with time and a proper diet. He's distracted by her sudden inhale. "Did I hurt you?" he asks.

"No," she whispers, peering at him from beneath her long lashes, her cheeks flaming red. She's clenching her fingers into tight fists on her lap and her inner thighs are clenching at intervals in a telltale sign of arousal.

He smirks, but does not point it out. He wants her to be comfortable with him. "Can I continue?" he asks.

She looks lost for a moment, her fingers curled so tightly that her knuckles have gone white.

"Anna?" he prompts.

"Oh! Um... sure," she says softly.