12. Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven:

~Lochlainn O'Hare~

T here was only her scent. Even as the storm clouds rolled in and the forest filled with fresh rain, I could only smell her. Her soaked jeans clung to her as she broke right to avoid the collection of boulders. She'd definitely chosen her hunting grounds poorly. While there were ample tress, rocks, and brush to hide in…it also made it easier to catch her. Avoiding obstacles wore my little witch down and I could feel myself gaining on her. Even though part of it might be the breeding frenzy pumping through her veins, urging her to give in, I knew my spitfire wasn't ready. She would go down swinging before she let me capture her.

Why did that make my muzzle curl in a cruel smile, baring my fangs to the moon? My claws dug into the soft earth as I barreled after her. Lightening split the sky, and I was dazed for a moment. Then thunder clapped over our heads. My vision cleared and I caught her fleeing over a bush. Her jeans caught and I lunged. Swiping at the fabric, its rip felt like a prey's death scream. Valerie shrieked. Her body jerked away but I was the one tearing jeans from my claws. The remnants of her pants fell away, leaving her in scraps for panties, sneakers, and her t-shirt. I could see her skin through the thin cream material.

Rain pelted our heads as we continued our careful hunt. Valerie flying around trees and scraping her arms against heavy tree bark to avoid the disorienting lightning in her eyes. I opened my mouth, my tongue coated in her scent, and barely caught ahold of some fabric in my teeth. My paws pushed down into the earth and I pulled back, tearing the t-shirt clean off her body. Thunder growled happily over my head as I spat out her shirt. Valerie twisted, facing me. The inky black of a stormy night behind her, only lit up by the beams of the moon that carved their way through the clouds. She was ethereal and delicious.

Her wide red eyes glowed in the dark. I could feel her magic kicking in and I snarled in response. Good, fight me, little witch, show me what you're capable of…it's not a real hunt if you don't struggle. Her arms snapped out in front of her and a wall of angry thicket fell down before me. I roared into the night. The sound of her escaping me was muffled by the thunder. Green wisps floated around me as the forest came to my aid. For every vine she whipped out to slow me down, another tree fought it to give me advantage.

Blow for blow, we raced through the trees till she came upon her doom.

A rock wall taller than her pretty fingers could reach. Despite how she jumped, it was five feet taller than her and I was too fast. I looped a massive arm around her and threw her away from the rocky surface. Her legs trembled in the moonlight, clearly struggling to run away again. Desire. It called to me. Take me. Breed me now. Fill me till there's no more. Stuff me. I was a bear driven to lustful madness as I pounced again.

There was a hint of iron as my fangs caught on her hip, but I would heal that later. The only thing that mattered was the squeal of my little witch as she tried to crawl out from under me. Her underwear gave little resistance and I shredded it to pieces. Valerie kicked at me, her sneakers doing nothing in the mud. I pinned her face down with two mighty paws, spreading her arms above her. She gasped beneath me. My cock, hard and free of my beastly fur, bobbed against her. Her back arched, despite my hold of her, pressing her backside against me. Breed me. My little witch gave a good fight… but we both knew what she needed. She scrambled to situate herself but there was little time before the heavy tip of my cock pressed against her cunt. Valerie cried out, no longer afraid of the prying ears of other students.

Here, she was my little witch. My prey. And she wanted to be claimed.

I bucked into her, my eyes rolling back in my skull. The roar that escaped me rattled the trees and shook more rain onto us. Moss and clovers grew around us, encouraged by our mingling magic. Her hooked her legs around my massive back ones, driving me deeper into her. Whatever tension or fight in her body was left melted away as I rocked backward, then deeper into her. My little witch gasped, "Please."

I couldn't ask her what she was begging for. But I didn't need to, I knew. I bucked faster, thrusting sharper into her body. My nose pressed against the crook of her neck. Inhaling sharply, I sucked down her intoxicating scent. The blood in her veins that teased me, the magic at her fingertips that thrilled me, the desire between her legs that beckoned me, I reveled in it. Her cunt tightened around me. Mud squelched around us as she writhed in it, trying to find purchase to buck back but finding nothing. My little witch could do nothing but beg me for more and take my cock over and over. Oh she took it so well. Her warm, wet walls clung to me, and I was in oblivion.

"Yes, fuck, yes, please, Lochlainn!" she shrieked. I felt her body tense up again under my paws. I couldn't do much to help her over that ledge, not without ripping through her soft flesh. Instead, my little witch would live in ecstasy until I claimed her, filled her full of cum, then could gather my senses. I roared out, stomping my arm into the earth beside her ears. The trees rattled once more over our heads. Her arms wrapped around mine, fisting my fur and holding on for dear life. I fucked her harder. Stars built behind my eyes. Lightning split the inky sky once more and I broke. Tidal wave after tidal wave of bliss rolled down my back as I spilled into her. It felt like a never-ending waterfall. I bucked into her chaotically, ensuring I stuffed her with as much as I possibly could.

Then what couldn't fit spilled onto the earth beneath us. Blue flowers and clovers glowed around her muddied body. Moss, vibrant green and thrumming with arcana, grew fast.

I panted for air, my wild shape waning. I couldn't hold onto it another second more. My bones cracked and my arms flexed. While Valerie twisted beneath me, trembling from both the cold and sensations, I transformed. My body softened, my claws turning to long fingers. Hair fell loose like a wet curtain around us as I stared down at my beautiful prey.

She smiled up at me, panting heavily. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a tiny bust on her lip, but the vigor in her cherry eyes told me everything. Do it again…don't stop. We might meet our comeuppance later, but I didn't want to stop either. Not as my fingers toyed with her silky skin, trailing down where the mud wasn't caked onto her. I smirked as she crowed for me, pinching her nipples before affectionately brushing them with the pad of my thumb. She tossed her head back as I climbed between those plump thighs again. But this time, it was my right hand teasing her slit, playing in the thick cum that coated her and stuffing it back into her. I curled my fingers into her walls and watched with wicked delight as she cried out my name again.

I wanted to kiss her but wanted to hear her scream my name more. A thumb against her clit, two fingers curled within her, and my mouth teasing that sensitive spot on her throat, I returned my little witch back to the edge of bliss where I left her. Her hips bucked up out of the moss, hands scratching to find purchase on my shoulders. My name fell off her lips like a prayer to the gods. I pumped harder. The lewd, slick sound mixed with the rain splattering against the canopy over our heads. The lighting was done, the thunder long gone.

After an eternity, she thrashed one last time and then fell into the earth, whimpering. Her walls milked my fingers erratically. I finally kissed her. Our lips crashed together chaotically while my fingers kept her orgasm going. She moaned into my mouth. I breathed it in, then kissed her till both our lungs screamed for mercy.

Not until she was trembling down to the bone, and I'd wrung every drop from her, did I stop. Under the dripping canopy, surrounded by glowing moss and clovers, I stared down at my little witch.

I'd known Valerie for close to six years now, but I didn't truly know her till that moment. As I scooped her out of the mud and carried her in my arms into the cave I'd purposely hidden from her.

"You did well, little witch," I cooed as the rock grumbled as it slid open before us.

She let out a breathless huff, "You shifty bear, you cheated."

"I could have caught you sooner, but this was closer." I smirked down at her. "You did say you were hungry."

"Now I'm ravenous, despite how much cum you put in my belly, sir." She tossed her arms around my shoulders to hug herself closer to me. "Fucking dragon's breath, you're so warm."

"Don't worry," I chuckled, hugging her tighter. We stepped through a curtain of roots and vines that draped over the side of the cliff into a warm, dry cave. I'd spent a good hour earlier here, cleaning it out and setting it up. I set her down into a bed of furs and draped a massive, knitted blanket around her. With a snap of my fingers, the fire roared to life and illuminated the cave in dancing rubies. The stone was mostly silvery with veins of black or purple, making the fire seem more magical than it was. I closed the rock except for a sliver to ensure airflow. Then, as promised, I pulled a picnic basket out from behind a rock and set it out in front of us.

"Oh, so there was a basket." She snuggled down into her blanket more.

"If we're being honest," I shrugged sheepishly, caught red handed. I opened the basket, retrieving our dinner. "I never intended for you to find it. I intended to fuck you where I caught you."

"Yes, you did," she snickered, wiggling under the blanket, the fire already drying her hair into a messy fray. "I earned every last second of it."

I quirked a brow, holding a bottle of fruit mead in one hand, cheese wheel I would carve up in the other. "I'm glad you see it that way, little witch."

"What do you mean?" She giggled softly, cocking her head to the side.

"As a treat you earned…not a punishment," I swallowed something down, not wanting to spoil it. "You earned all of that and a delicious dinner. I hope you don't mind, I had boar roasted for us and I picked out a mead made by the clerics of Dionysus."

"Ooh! Spoiling me already, Professor?" She wiggled her brows suggestively. "Whatever shall I do to repay you?"

I simply popped the cork, knowing my depraved, lust filled thoughts would make my request far too outrageous. She didn't have to repay me, I didn't want this to be transactional. But…then again, I wouldn't say no to her sleeping in my bed again in exchange for my fixing her breeding frenzy for the night. So, I handed her a glass and told myself I'd ask upon the long trek back to the campus.

"To another successful midnight hunt," she teased.

I raised my own glass, "Here, here."