Courts and cabals, p.29
Courts and Cabals, page 29
“Becky, who is it?” a definitely masculine voice called from inside.
Vernon’s eyes snapped from Becky’s face, down the hall, to where a man appeared. He was an inch or two shorter than Vernon, but a little wider in the shoulders. The man took one look at Vernon, and Vernon could smell the protectiveness radiating off him.
A growl escaped Vernon’s throat before he could stop himself. The other man let out a deep rumbled in response. Vernon’s fists balled up, and he had to fight back the change that was trying to burst out of him. He wanted to wolf out and tear this fucker a new one. The jealousy he felt was that strong. He knew he could take this little prick. He was Special Agent Vernon fucking Dud.
“Whoa, boys, whoa,” Becky stepped between the two men with her hands extended. Wine sloshed all over the other man, and Vernon grinned at his misfortune. “While I’m sure a girl likes it when two macho men whip it out to have a dick-measuring contest right in front of her. I’m not too thrilled when one of those dicks belongs to my brother.”
It took a moment for Vernon to catch the last bit. He took a deep breath and smelled the feline scent coming off the man. It was different, but had the same undertone as Becky. Vernon’s nose was as good at identifying relations as a DNA test. He turned the growl in his throat into a cough, and had the humility to look embarrassed.
“Connor Wood, meet Vernon Dud,” Becky stepped out from between them, and gestured for them to shake on it.
While Vernon had taken it down a notch, Becky’s brother still reeked of overprotectiveness. “So, this is him,” he rumbled, his voice a little deeper than Vernon’s.
He grasped Vernon’s hand and did his best to grind his bones to dust. Vernon didn’t let him, and the air was thick with tension as they tried to outmuscle each other. Becky rolled her eyes at the primal display, but let them get it out of their systems.
Finally, Connor grimaced and relented. Vernon didn’t quite howl in victory, but his smile said it all. The other man still didn’t smell like he liked Vernon, but being physically bested had some honor attached to it in shifter psyche.
“Now, if you two are finished fucking around?” she looked at them both. “Vernon why don’t you come in. Connor, you were about to head out anyway,” she gave her brother a hard look, and it became clear she was the older sister.
“Fine,” he relented, and gathered his jacket from a peg by the door. It had US Fish and Wildlife Service written on the back with Game Warden below. “I’ll check in tomorrow,” he shot a warning look at Vernon before giving his sister a hug and heading out to his truck.
Becky sighed and shut the door behind him. She turned on Vernon with a smile. “So, that’s my brother Connor. As you might have noticed, he’s a little protective of his big sister.”
“I’m not sure who you need protecting from,” he knew the compliment scored by her smile.
“Good answer,” she waved him into the cozy house and went to grab another glass.
Vernon wasn’t a big wine fan. He was a beer and whiskey man, but he needed a drink after doing the alpha-male dance. The house had a log-cabin feel to it. There was lots of wood paneling, but it looked modern, not from the seventies. It fit the house and its scenic location to a T. A wood-burning stove sat in the corner pumping out heat to fight back the winter chill, and several comfy chairs were set up around a large TV.
Her scent was everywhere, and that made it feel like home so much more than the upper west side apartment his crap was stuffed into. She returned, and he accepted the glass with a grateful nod.
She gestured toward a large couch, and they had a seat. “How about you tell me why you’re on my doorstep on this cold winter night, Agent Dud?” the fact she used his title did not bode well.
He told her . . . everything. All about the fighting in Lincoln and Seattle. About the silverbane claymore that ended up killing two members of Bravo team, and how the wendigos ripped apart a local cop before he could stop them. He told her about getting shot, and how he’d be dead if he was a few seconds slower. He told her how much he loved the texts from her, and their occasional phone calls that didn’t relate to the Dupree case. Most importantly, he instructed her to never, ever, under any circumstances, take a silverbane round for any reason.
“Can I see it?” she asked, placing her glass on the table.
“Sure,” he rolled up his pantleg to show the star-shaped entry wound. Unlike everything else about the injury, that would never totally heal. He didn’t know why, and he didn’t pay attention to the doctor’s explanation.
“Does it hurt?” she traced the wound. A shudder coursed up his spine, and got something else to sit up.
“A little,” he replied.
Instead of standing straight up, she ran herself up his body until she was nearly laying on top of him. Her lips met his, and his arms enveloped her. He held her tight, and inhaled her intoxicating scent. He felt her grin as they passionately kissed. Shifters could go for a long time before needing to breathe, but they had to come up for oxygen eventually.
He could smell her arousal, and there was no question where this was heading.
“I want to see you,” she demanded, already pulling off her sweater.
Vernon quickly started to undo his pants. His cock was already begging to be let out. It popped free, and she stared at it with a wicked grin.
“Not just that,” she trailed her fingernails up his length, which made him inhale sharply. “I want to see you,” she repeated. “I want to see the big bad wolf.”
Being called big and bad while she ran her hand up and down his cock made his moan turn into a flirtatious growl. “You asked for it,” he grinned as he stood up. With a single push, she shoved a table across the room to make space for what came next.
His clothes were already on the ground, so he didn’t shred them as his body suddenly added height and mass. Becky had to take a step back to make room for his werewolf self, but she quickly reclosed the distance. She marveled at the new creature before her. She ran her fingers through his black fur, his broad chest, eight pack abs, and finally back down to his cock.
It was different than a human penis. A tuft of fur stood at the base of ten inches of engorged cock. Two big balls, easily twice the size of a humans, sat on either side of his rod instead of hanging below; but what was the most different was how it flared into a roughly triangular shape at the tip.
“Yes,” Becky exhaled breathlessly as she gave the new and improved rod a tug.
She was a tall woman, a good six feet, but she looked small now. As much as she might want to sit on his cock, it was probably unadvisable. In addition to the different shape, it was easily twice as thick as anything mankind could boast about. Everything got bigger when he shifted, and despite the way she licked her lips, it wasn’t going to fit.
That begged the question; why did she want to see him like this?
Slowly she pushed off him. His claws raked against her bare hips, but didn’t cut her creamy flesh. A whimper escaped his throat as she pulled back, and that made her grin seductively.
“My turn.” One second Becky stood there, and the next she’d shifted.
He’d never seen her shifted form, and it was worth the wait. Slightly rounded ears stood up from the top of her head. Light brown fur covered most of her body with a few black highlights around her face. Her stomach, now a hard six-pack of muscle, was cream-colored. The cream-color extended up to her collarbone, to include a set of perfect tits. Pale, hard nipples stood out on her chest as her long tail swished back and forth behind her. His own tale was much shorter and fluffier.
Becky Wood wasn’t any old feline shifter. She was a mountain lion, and that was so fucking hot. She was nearly as big as he was, and the presence of her overwhelming feminine pheromones made his head swim. With a shove, she pushed him back onto the couch, which groaned in protest. She dove back on top of him to continue the make out session. The couch couldn’t handle it, and collapsed under their powerful foreplay. Neither of them cared.
His elongated snout didn’t make a difference, as they deftly maneuvered their tongues around fangs and teeth like they were made to come together like this. He grabbed a handful of her breasts and a croon came out of her throat that made him disengage and trail kisses down her body.
Speaking of coming together, Vernon’s fingers teased at her pussy; playing with her clit and gently probing inside her. A purr reverberated through her chest, and her paw grabbed a hold of his cock. They enjoyed each other like that for several moments before she pulled back.
“Wait,” she was breathless, and he could smell she was drenched between her legs. “Stand up.”
He was on his feet before she finished asking, with his dick pointed straight at her like a heat-seeking missile. She ran to the kitchen, vaulting the granite island with feline grace, and came back with a large bag. Inside were industrial strength condoms made for giant shifter dicks.
Magnum’s biggest model wouldn’t come close to containing Vernon’s length or girth, but there was more to it than that. Otherworldly thick, and ten inches long, might make a six-foot-tall human hung like a porn god, but on an eight-foot werewolf, it was almost average to look at. However, things didn’t end there. Vernon’s triangular tip wasn’t the end of his rod, and there needed to be a condom on the market that contained a shifter’s extra growth and could hold up to the abnormally rough fucking that occurred in these forms.
Becky had clearly planned for this night for a while, since the shifter population in her county was nearly zilch. She grabbed one of the condoms and undid the wrapper. She gripped Vernon’s cock in the other hand and started to jerk him off. She ran her tongue down his length and then returned to his tip.
“I need it all, big boy,” she purred, and then started to tease the tip with her tongue. The teasing did the trick.
His triangular tip split and expanded. Sensitive pink skin slowly edged forward, until another five inches was exposed. It was about the standard thickness of a normal human penis. She gave the newly exposed flesh and experimental lick, and he groaned, barely able to keep his feet.
“The legendary red rocket,” she marveled at it as she fit the condom carefully over it. Without stimulation, it was like a sword going back in its sheath.
With the super condom attached, she stood up, but made sure to grind her body against his in the process. With her breasts in his face, she nibbled at his ears. He whimpered at the very animal sensations flooding his human brain. His tongue darted out to lick her nipples and she purred appreciatively.
Then, suddenly, she grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and yanked his head back. “Catch me if you can,” she bolted.
It might have been a surprise to another man, but he knew Becky Wood. She wanted the thrill of the chase. She wanted to fuck with him before he fucked her. Too bad he was ready for it.
She was clearly faster, but he caught her ankle as she tried to jump away. She let out a snarl and swiped back at him. Her paw hit him in the face, partially-extended claws cutting into his flesh. The quartet of lacerations knit back together instantaneously, but the force of the blow made him see stars for a moment. She succeeded in loosening his grip, but not breaking it. He wanted that ass too fucking bad to let go over a single punch. He smashed her into the ground, where she tried to scramble away.
She was crafty, kicking and roaring as she tried to break free of his iron grip; but inch by inch, he pulled her toward him. She continued to struggle, even to the point her tail smacked him back and forth across the face. Eventually, he got his knees between her legs, and pinned her hips with his massive paws. Knowing she was caught, she finally relaxed. With a grunt, he muscled her legs open to get a look at the pink flesh between them. As a sign of submission, she raised her ass up to meet his dick. Red rocket fully extended, he slowly pushed inside her.
She groaned as the thinner portion slid in. It had a slight slope to it, and she gasped as it dragged along the top of her vaginal wall. Then came the first challenge. The triangular tip the red rocket emerged from had expanded during its release. It created a thick bulge in the middle of his dick. His slow entry came to a grinding halt. Slowly he put more and more pressure into it. She growled, a clear mix of pleasure and pain until there was an audible pop.
“Oh gods,” she threw back her head as her first orgasm hit her . . . hard. Her legs shook beneath him and her breath came out in hurried pants. He waited for her walls to finish contracting against him. If not for the thick condom dulling the sensation against his tender rocket, he would have already cum.
He moved his grip from her hips to her ass, dug his claws into her, and continued to push forward until he was fully inside her. She didn’t protest; quite the opposite, as she groaned in satisfaction as he started to thrust into her. The intensity slowly grew, until he was pounding her ass into the floor so hard, he thought they were going to destroy the foundation.
The wolf took over, and she didn’t complain. She couldn’t do much of anything the way he had her. She turned her head to look at him, her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyelids half closed to show her eyes rolled back into her head. He nipped the back of her neck as a sign of dominance.
He felt the end coming. Despite his increased size and massive cock, the red rocket’s sensitivity made it so he couldn’t last long. It was five minutes tops, but judging by her incoherent cries, he’d made her cum a few times already. That would have to do. His balls tightened in anticipation, and she felt it.
“Do it,” she managed to get out. “Cum for me.”
Vernon howled loud enough to shake the house as he dumped his cum inside her. She roared in reply, her claws digging into the hardwood floor, as she continued to grind her furry ass against him as his dick spasmed stream after stream of spunk into the condom.
After a final spurt, the red rocket slowly receded back into him, and he slipped his dick out of her. The industrial strength condom had survived the frenzied fucking, and held a good-sized, water-balloon’s worth of semen. Becky didn’t move as he dismounted her, and a good amount of her own juices stained the rug they’d fucked on.
Eventually, she rolled over, and her exposed breasts made his dick twinge again. From one breath to the next, her fur disappeared, and she shrank down to her normal, human size. Vernon stood over her, still a massive wolf, with a quart of jizz hanging from his dick.
She gazed up at him in shock, awe, and what might actually be love. If not that, at least extreme satisfaction for the fucking of her life. Her eyes told him this was just the first of many, and his smile told her he agreed.
He went to remove the condom and dispose of all his seed, but as he reached for it, the condom had finally had enough. It snapped, and dropped all his cum straight down onto her face.
She had just enough time to close her eyes before she got the mother of all facials. Vernon just stood there, eyes wide, his hand outstretched when he was too slow to catch his falling spunk. Becky’s face was scrunched up, as she slowly went to wipe away the sticky substance that glazed her face, and had splashed down as far as her flat stomach. That movement only succeeded in pushing jizz up into her hair.
She opened her mouth, and then closed it. Clearly some had seeped into her throat. “We should move this to the shower,” she suggested, waving her hand around for him to help her up.
He shifted back, and grabbed her.
“We’ll also talk about how you need to eat more fruit,” she felt out in front of her, still half blind from taking a literal bucket of cum to the face.
Vernon grabbed her and hoisted her into a bridal carry. Despite being covered in his jizz, she leaned her head into his chest. Warmth coursed through him that had nothing to do with his healing powers getting his balls back to one hundred percent.
There was something about Becky Wood that he was falling in love with.
Chapter 25
He stayed with Becky for the entire week. They fucked, played house, and fucked some more. She was still on duty despite the holiday, so he would busy himself around the house while she was gone. He made a list of projects the first day, and started to work his way through them. They were little things like replacing the worn-down seal on the sink, fixing a loose shingle on the roof, and chopping wood for the wood-burning stove.
He made sure to stay out of Vincent’s Hollow; instead, driving all the way to Lake Pleasant to pick up anything he needed. The projects were nothing more than busy work, but they kept his mind clear, and allowed for the mental recovery the vacation was designed for. A few nighttime runs in the woods, chasing down Becky in her shifted form did the rest, and helped cement her as his girlfriend. He hadn’t called anyone that since the beginning of high school.
The domestic bliss also made the time fly by, and before he knew it, the week was up. He stood in her doorway, where he’d stared down her brother, and hugged her goodbye.
“I’ll be back,” he promised, and meant it.
“Of course you will,” she answered flirtatiously.
They kissed one last time, which lingered for minutes, and then she was gone. The door closed behind her, and he was in his rental heading back to the city. “It’s only about five hours,” he told himself on the drive. If he really wanted to, he could do this every weekend.
By the time he reached the city, he knew that was his dick doing the thinking. Traffic on a Friday wouldn’t put him there until after midnight, and they were both cops. They didn’t run on a nine-to-five schedule. Aside from this week, he’d spent his weekends doing prep work, assaulting a wendigo’s slaughter house, or trying not to get killed by asshole vamps with heavy weapons.
As he walked into the UN HQ Monday morning, he put all thoughts of Becky behind him. Not because he didn’t care, but because what he needed to do was important, and a distraction could cost him more than a week on convalescent leave.
