The Babysitter And The Beast (Shapeshifter Werewolf Breeding And BDSM Erotica) (2 page)

Monica awoke to the feeling of her body being stretched out. It wasn’t painful or unpleasant, it was simply strange, as she had been sleeping in a ball. Her skin was chilled and for the first time she realized that she was only wearing her silver lace bra and panties. She opened her eyes and Gaelin stood over her with a length of rope in his hand a knife. Fear struck her and she twisted her body around in panic. Rolling over, she fell face first on to floor between the love seat and the coffee table. She couldn’t move her hands, she tried pulling them apart but they was bound together with long strands of smooth rope. Her feet were as well, although the rest of her was free to move. She took a deep breath and screamed at the top of her lungs.

He picked her up off the floor by her waist with her still screaming and trying to pummel him. She was feisty, but he would bet that she would come around. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him while she flailed and she stopped screaming and struggling quickly. Gaelin did not move then, just waited for her to stop. Grabbing her by the buttocks he pressed his pelvis against her almost naked sex, grinding his already hard cock against her. He pulled away to look at her face and she had a stunned look about her, that said she was as confused as she was beautiful. She was panting heavily now and was flushed in the face and chest.

“I told you to stop startling me, dammit. If you wanted to fuck me you didn’t have to tie me up while I was asleep.” She looked up at him and he grinned with delight. Picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder he strode across the floor and opened the door, tossing her onto the bed. She giggled, already keen to the idea that she was bound and moist at the thought of being fucked by this delectable man. She rolled onto her back and put her hands above her head. stretching her legs out and unfolding to her full length. He smiled at her, his golden eyes glowing in
the low light of his room. It was strange, there didn’t seem to be any electric light here, Monica noticed as he walked over to a lamp and blew it out. The only light left now in the room was the light streaming in from the window; she could tell that there were shadows on the moon.

“I desire a mate, Monica. You seem sufficient. Strong and lean.” Gaelin moved over to the window and the moon broke free of the clouds at that moment. Monica watched in wide eyed fascination as his muscles started to bulge and ripple. He stepped out of his pants so that he was completely naked. Light brown fur sprouted on his back, arms and chest, and his fingernails grew into long claws on his knobby hands. His thighs elongated and they too grew hair, but his body shot up by inches. His ears stretched and became pointed, fur covering his face and his nose, which was quickly becoming the snout of a wolf. His teeth once even and white were now long and canine, sharp looking rows of fangs. The only thing the same about him was his eyes, and now they glowed brightly. When he was done transforming, he stood there in front of her, masculine and lupine, letting her stare upon him openly.

She was intrigued, rather than frightened. Monica was unsure whether she was dreaming anyway, perhaps his return and nakedness was a result of too little food and too many books. Whatever the case, she couldn’t back down from the edge of her excitement and already between her legs deep inside the lips of her shaved sex, she was overflowing.

“I desire a mate,” Gaelin repeated, regarding her now. He walked over to her and put his hand over her hot slit to feel her arousal. “Someone to bear me a cub.”

Monica was no slouch when it came to fantasy facts and this didn’t ring true with her.

“I can’t bear you a half breed cub, I’ll die.”

“You can. My mother did, and she did die, but you will not.”

“You’re one of the wolfmen of the Essex Moor. They seduce human women in the light of the full moon and impregnate them to expand their tribe.”

“I am not. I am an outcast. I desire a mate, and you will be my mate for life, Monica.”

“I like to paint.”

Gaelin chuckled at Monica and ran his claws lightly down her stomach making her squirm. Squeezing her mound with one hand, he rubbed circles with his palm around one nipple with the other, standing over her. She writhed with his touches but she did not move away, instead arching towards him. “Is that all?” he said, enjoying himself.

“I like to read,” she said breathlessly, the last words coming out as little sighs while he continued his seduction. Gaelin laughed at her again, his chuckles sounding like a breathy growl and bent one knee to the bed, swinging the other over her bound body.

“You may do what you like, but you will bear and raise a cub.” He crouched over her knees, massaging her thighs with strong hands.

Monica looked at him. Was he seducing her or proposing? She was tied at the hands and feet, in his bed. He was a beast, in his beastly form. She was naked and he was telling her that she would be his companion and raise his beastly children. Still, he was making her wet with just his hands, and there was no telling what letting him claim her would be like. He began grinding his pelvis into the insides of her soft thighs, stuffing his heavy rod into the valley of her sex and she felt his hardness nudging at her clit. She wanted to let him in right then, but her ankles were still bound together. She tried to lift up her knees but he was on them.

“Yes,” was all she could breath to him. Now he was gripping her breasts by the sides with his claws, clasping them and digging just enough to arouse a bit of stinging, but nothing unpleasant. He flicked his tongue on her nipples and between her breasts, all the while his cock lay on her clit and rubbed it in little circles in time with his gyrations. “Yes!” she cried. Monica was ready.

Gaelin moved away from her just for a second. Her pussy was starting to throb and she needed him soon or she might explode. He hooked an arm around her knees and lifted them, folding them so that her knees would touch her chest if he pushed any farther. Lifting her ankles to his shoulders, he exposed her drenched hole and rubbed the outside of it so that it dripped. Pushing her legs towards her body, he pushed only the end of his pulsing cock into her and waited for her.

She responded magnificently. Tossing her head back and forth, she tried to scoot closer to his body on the bed and force more of him into her. She wanted to open her legs and wrap them around him to make him shove his prick all the way into her.

“Please, please!” she panted, breathlessly. He smiled and bent his back just a little to get some leverage and gripped her hips so that they hurt. With a hard thrust, he began to saw in and out of her slowly, gyrating at the end of each stroke. His cock filled her insides, touching the bottom each time he dove in and rubbing her come button on the way out. She waggled her hips furiously, trying to get Gaelin to fuck her harder, faster; his maddeningly slow pace was driving her to orgasm but not soon enough. Monica begged to him to pleasure her. Gaelin leaned over and put his weight on her legs, forcing them over her shoulder and plunged into again. She wailed in response, jogging her hips up and down in time with his.

Monica’s juices began to flow down her thighs and onto the sheets. She stiffened and moaned, unable to control her muscles while he over took her. He too, was getting close; Monica could feel his legs quivering and his pulse pounding in his wrists where he had her held. Growling now in the back of his throat, he began to pound her pussy from the back with a growing frenzy. She could feel the friction of his cock and felt another wave begin to ignite in her belly. He let go of her legs and put a claw on either side of her head, holding her folded legs down with his weight. Pumping madly, she wanted to make him come hard; he had, after all, been a gentleman and let her come first. He swung his weight up, and closed his eyes, his moans sounding like the lonesome howls of the wolf, and gripped her thighs to him, rolling her slightly so that her knees wrapped around his side. He pulled her onto his cock and pushed her away, his hips almost motionless while he slammed her back and forth in his pleasure. A low growl started in the back of his throat and his penis began to quiver inside her.

Monica was ready for him and thrust her hips on him; her eyes were closed and her mouth was open, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, one so powerful that there was no breath, no noise. He began to rock her back and forth with him and with slowed, measured strokes feeling something like triumph, he buried his head between her breasts and came inside of her, all the while growling and grunting like the beast that he truly was. He collapsed on top of her and lay there panting heavily, while she stroked the fur on his back and head, breathless underneath him. He pulled her soft back to his firm chest and buried his nose in her hair. With one large claw cupping her breast and the other between her legs, he lay with her quietly for a few moments.

Gaelin could feel himself changing again, the moon losing its luster. His body returned to its normal size and the fur on his arms and head were gone. The snout was now his normal face and the fangs were replaced by even, white teeth. She leaned against him, already sleeping now, while he faced himself in the growing dawn. He got out of bed before she could wake and wonder where he’d gone. Stroking his mate’s forehead, he put his pants on and left the room.

Monica stretched and gave herself a good shake. She was completely aware that her body had been thoroughly fucked and that it was quite possible she would be walking strangely. She was still bound at the hands and feet. Swinging her legs over the bed and sitting up, she called out.

“Gaelin!” She waited patiently for him, and heard him pounding up the stairs.

“So glad to see you up.” He walked over to her. She held out her wrist for him to untie her and he looked at her curiously.
“How do I know you will stay?”

Gaelin stared at her pointedly. Monica had fleetingly thought of this herself, thinking that she could just leave and never come back. She knew that it wouldn’t be that simple. She had done something more than make love to the Wolfman. She had promised him more than that by giving him her body and was obligated to pay up. Slutty, perhaps, dishonorable, she was not. She looked up at him.

“I’ll stay.” she said. He nodded and cut her ropes away from her hands and feet. He grinned down at her, his human self the most handsome.

“I suppose this means that I don’t have to pay you.” He left her staring after him with her mouth open as he walked out the bedroom door, of the little white cottage on the moor that was now her home.

Ana Meadows

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