Wolf Submission 1 - 6

Chapter Five: Nurture-2

She nods and presses herself closer to him. "You're warm. I like it," she says in a rush, cheeks coloring.

He smiles. "I like holding you," he says indulgently, squeezing her to him. Her n*****s bead with milk even though he's just milked her a few hours earlier. She whimpers and closes her eyes. Sleep seems to be the furthest thing from her mind now. "What else do you like?"

"I like it when you milk me," she murmurs. "I get all warm and tingly," she confesses. "It feels better than when I do it myself or when the nurses set the milking station up for me."

He nods. That answers one of his questions. Knowing that even the nurses use milking machines to help her express soothes the possessive wolf in him. It's also natural that she would crave his touch so much. She's been conditioned to grow attached to the first non-hucow member of society they expose her to.

The only other contact she has in the facility is with other hucows, so it is expected that she would crave physical contact from another person. "I like milking you too, baby," he says, hips thrusting forward a little, brushing his c**k against her hips. Silently, he wishes he could be f*****g her instead.

His boxers are in the way. Else, he would be buried deep inside her already, rocking into her tight cunt and emptying his seed inside her. Her breathing evens out and he allows himself to relax.

Sleep does not come easily for him, but it does come for him eventually.

...

When he wakes up, the sun is just peeking from the horizons, illuminating the room in a cloud of orange and he's humping her with slow methodical thrusts of his hips.

She isn't awake, moaning sleepily as he thrusts against her. He has her pinned down with the bulk of his body, d**k pressed hard between the cleave of her ass cheeks. His c**k had come free from his boxers some time in the night. It is peeking through the hole and is hard and sleek with precome.

His arms are wound under her, hands digging into the her neck and stomach, pressing her up, elbows pushing against the bed so that he's not putting too much weight on her much smaller frame. He should stop. If she wakes up now, it would ruin all of his plans to make her beg for him. It is important that she is the one to initiate their first mating.

He should really stop, he think as he rocks between her thighs, the precome from his wet c**k making the slide easier. She is aroused even in sleep, sleek arousal fluid leaking between her p***y lips and making it impossible for him to stop, so he doesn't.

She's so soft and plaint, her half moans muffled in the pillow even when she turns her head so that she can breathe easier. He buries his nose in the nape of her neck and inhales greedily, drinking in the scent that's purely hers.

She's aroused even though she's asleep. He can smell the slick forming between her legs and if it isn't for the fact that he's still aware of himself enough to hold back, he would be f*****g into her now.

His hand wanders lower until he is cupping her between her legs and feeling the slick wetness growing there, wetting the tips of his fingers and making it too easy to slide his two fingers up and down her parted slit and then rub against her c**t. Her moan turns into a gasp.

"Oh!" she whimpers, and then mumbles indiscernible words as she slowly blinks awake.

He freezes and waits for her to decide whether she is going to wake or go back to sleep. His hips does not get the memo, rocking slowly and rubbing his throbbing c**k between her cheeks.

Her eyes flutter shut and she licks her lips, her entire body relaxing as she falls back asleep. He rocks lazily against her, savoring the feel of his c**k between her cheeks. Even with his boxers in the way, she feels absolutely divine. He wonders how long it will take for him to train her to take him anally. His wolf grumbles at the thought. a******x is for lower wolf ranks. If he f***s her, he's going to f**k her with the intent to breed her, fill her with his seed until it takes and she's carrying her pups. His fingers tense against her flat stomach and he imagines it rounded and full instead.

Then again, he doesn't know how long it will take for him to be able to stop being so possessive with her. Even letting her to school is enough to make his wolf rear back and snarl. Once he's gotten her nice and heavy with his pups, he can begin sharing her, letting his colleagues have a go at her. Maybe he'll bring her to work with him, leave her chained by his desk so his business associates can have their turn with her too. He growls, his c**k spasming. He's close to coming already.

He isn't aware that she's coming awake until her hand reaches back to grasp his arm, the movement punctuated with a soft, "Ah- ah! Jav- Jav?"

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" he asks, not really meaning it. He can't stop. He doesn't want to. She's so soft and willing and he's barely doing anything. He nuzzles into her neck and licks up to her ear.

She makes a sinful sound from the back of her throat, her entire body vibrating to life beneath him. She shudders into his touch and arches her hips into his, pushing back until she is rubbing her wet heat against his c**k, as though trying to coax him into f*****g her for real. He growls and pushes her hips down.

"Do you feel good?" he asks, his free hand cupping her breast. She's filled up sometime in the night already and just the softest pinch beneath her n****e is enough to make her spurt milk on the bed, wetting the spot beneath her chest and adding the sweet scent of her milk to the thick arousal in the air. She keens and it is the sweetest sound to his ears.

She seems to think about it, twisting her head to side-squint at him, though her eyes are hazy, like she's not quite awake. "I do," she murmurs at length, clenching her eyes shut. "You feel so good."

It's not quite the enthusiastic consent he's looking for, but he'll take it. "I won't take you before you're ready, baby," he says, forcing his hips to still. "I'm just going to mark you before you go to school in the morning," he says and smirks at she looks completely devastated by his show of control.

"Okay," she whispers.

"Can I make you come, baby girl? Have you touched yourself before?"

She looks thoroughly mortified by the mere thought of touching herself without permission, but then she nods because she doesn't know how to lie without getting caught yet.

He smirks. "You've been a bad girl, haven't you, baby?" he taunts and pinches her n*****s, twisting it sharply to cause a sharp cry of pain to form on her lips.

"Hurts!" she gasps, trying to pull his tight grip from her breasts, but her position gives her little to no power whatsoever.

"When did you touch yourself?" he asks.

"Yes- yesterday," she whispers and opens her up to peer at him through long lashes that glisten with tears.

He is surprised by how much he wants to see her cry, f**k her until she's sobbing in his arms. "Yesterday, hmm? And before that?" he questions, ruthlessly pinching and twisting her n*****s, trapping the milk just beneath her n*****s to send sharp jolts of pain through her. She reeks of pain and arousal so sharply now that it's almost suffocating.

"Just- just yesterday," she whimpers. "Please, Jav. Please," she pleads. "I'll be good. I promise. I promise," she whimpers and tears are trickling from her eyes now, wetting the sides of her face.

He loosens his hold on her n*****s and massages the areas just beneath them, letting milk spurt onto the mattress.

"Jav- Jav- please," she whimpers. "You're wasting it," she cries.

He stills and frowns. That's very interesting. She's been conditioned to treat her milk like something precious. "You belong to me, baby," he says, pausing just long enough for her to twist her head and meet his gaze. "That means every inch of you belongs to me too. Your breasts." He cups her mounds. "Your nipples." He pinches them and is instantly rewarded with a sharp buck of her hips backwards. "Your milk."

She cries out when he pinches her areola again and causes milk to spray out from her tips.

"Do you understand me?" he asks.

She nods and curls under him, bucking up into his c**k as though she's trying to convince him to f**k her with his c**k instead of his fingers. When it's clear that he's not on with the program, she rolls beneath him and twists her head to peer up at him with narrowed, searching eyes, even more beautiful now that they're glistening with tears. She pouts. "Jav, please," she whimpers, all but begging him to f**k her.

He grins and rocks between her p***y lips, his cockhead emerging from the other side of her thighs and rubbing against the mattress, touching the damp spots where her milk has been. God, she's such a small thing. His c**k is bigger than her wrists.

She must have had the same thoughts because her smile goes from soft and lust-thick to mix with a hint of fear.

"I'm not going to mate you today, baby," he promises. He's said it so many times that he's begun to grow sick of it, but it's clear that she needs to hear the words from him to be convinced. "Squeeze your legs together, baby," he says and she clenches her inner thighs together, trapping his fingers between her legs. He rolls his body and slides his c**k between her legs again and again, rubbing it up and down her slit without penetrating her.

She makes a soft, keening noise when he finds her c**t and rubs it gently, putting just enough pressure there to make the pleasure unbearable.

Words spill out of her mouth, but there aren't actual words he understands, more like half formed whimpers and throaty moans. She moans and thrusts backwards into him and he closes his mouth over her neck to taste her pulse on his tongue.

She gasps again and he turns her head so he can kiss her mouth. Her breath is warm and her lips are wet. He doesn't bother trying to keep the kiss chaste He licks into her mouth greedily, tasting her and opening her jaw wide so he can taste every inch of her. He is probably too rough, rocking too hard and holding her too tight, but she doesn't mind. She pants into his mouth, hands scrambling to grab at him, fingers weakly curling in his hair.

He leans down on her again, putting his weight on her and pushing his hard c**k between her closed legs, his slick mixing with hers. Their mixed scents lubricate the space there and drives him in an almost frenzy desperation.

He forces his hips still, lest he loses control completely. "You smell like mine," he whispers in her ear, thrusting just a little.

"I am yours," she responds automatically and her words go straight to his c**k, hardening it even more.

"You're mine," he growls and his fingers curl between her legs. Pushing up to his knees, he pulls her up until she is curling up beneath him, face pressed into the pillow.

He feels the swelling of his knot as he thrusts, his c**k growing thicker and hotter.

She scrambles a little beneath him, yanking at his arms, wanting him closer and he wishes he was inside her instead, c**k stuffed in her heat and f*****g into her tight hole. He doesn't stop thrusting even as she whines and orgasms beneath him, body convulsing and tension coiling.

He doesn't come right away, not until she turns her face to the side and drags his cheek to hers, fingers curling in his hair to bring him close enough to kiss and clenches her inner thighs together.

He groans as he comes, his knot tight between her legs, his ruts turning a little erratic as he spills onto the bed over and over again.