7. Chapter Six

Chapter Six

~Valerie Contempt~

I didn't know when I figured it out, I think somewhere near the second time I tripped. I ran like my life depended on it at first because I thought, my professor would never…hunt me. It couldn't be him that chased me through the forest. But, as he nearly got me that second time, I realized, his jaw was not snapping at me. His paws swiped at me, but it wasn't a fight. It was a chase. It was a hunt. Somewhere between the moon rising and my realization it was my professor hunting me, it stopped being scary. It became a game. It became a desire. See how long can I evade you, see how much you fight for it. Oh, and he fought for it.

I sat in the soft earth, tangled up in the roots, staring down the massive bear, knowing it was Lochlainn's honey eyes that stared back at me. Then his wild shape dropped. It wasn't a poof of magic or even something painful. Almost like a wrapping paper pulled from a present, before me was a bear then it was Lochlainn. I hungrily trailed my gaze down his face to his throat. The magic unwrapped him steadily till it was his palms hoisting me by the hips, his legs lifting us off of the ground, and his firm back against my fingers as I looped my arms around his shoulders.

"Lochlainn," I breathed, unable to finish my plea. It's breeding season. But his lips pressed to mine and my reasoning was gone. I dug a hand in his wild mane of chestnut hair and met him kiss for kiss. Hunger deep in my belly made me dizzy. A firm cock throbbed between us and I whined. Tugging on his bottom lip, I broke the kiss. My back was pushed up against the harsh tree bark and I didn't care about the little pinprick stings. His hands slammed against the wood beside my head, caging me against it. I tightened my legs around him.

"Do you know how hard it's been to contain myself? Drowning in your scent?" He panted heavily, his nose nuzzling mine. He went in for a kiss but I tugged his hair. The delicious hiss matched with the dark, starved stare was enough to lose my will. But then he turned his head, pressing sloppy kissed to the inside of my arm and a needy mewl fell out of me.

"I can't, Lochlainn," I gasped, my pussy screaming in agony. How dare you have fucking morals now! Are we not the shameless witch? We do not know regret!

He nuzzled his face against the sensitive skin. His cheeks were like the heart of a fire, scorching and leaving a destroyed trail in their wake. My skin broke out in goosebumps.

"It's my breeding season." I tried to hold firm.

"I could give you what you need," he kissed the inside of my elbow and my body melted. I dug trenches in the back of his head. He bit down onto the inside of my trembling bicep. My toes curled as he kissed the mark better. His voice, breathy and ragged, sent zaps of desire down my torso into my core. "I could take care of that. You. I'll put young in your belly and cure that frenzy in your blood. Say the word and I'm yours. My little witch, let me care for you. I wish more than to be your mentor. I wish to chase you through these woods, lay with you under this moon, soothe the ache between your legs. Tell me now that you don't want this, that you do not want me, and I will release you. We can return but…I need to know if there can be more."

His big, tender honey eyes roamed up to meet my gaze. He nuzzled his cheek against my wrist, then my palm once more. Sensibly, I knew better. I did! But not as he kissed the center of my palm and moaned into my hand as my fingers stroked his cheek. Or as I tugged his hair and pulled his face to me. Our kiss was nasty, a lot of teeth and tongue and growling between us both. I wanted him to know I was just as feral as he. That whatever beast he believed was buried in him, that he let loose to chase me in these woods, that mine was just as hungry. If not more so, because while my breeding scent drew him in, I've wanted to climb him like a tree since I saw him as a freshman.

Fuck it.

I tugged his head back, my forehead pressing against his, and gulped down his air. "Breed me, Lochlainn."

He snarled, hips bucking against me. "My little witch."

His lower half arched backward. The rustling of leaves told me magic grew the branches and they were moving. Long, green vines crept down around me before wrapping around my arms, under my breasts, and strapping themselves to my thighs. I was easily suspended against that tree as he grabbed his cock at the base.

"From this night on, I will see to this needy cunt. No more helplessly touching yourself in the moss, little witch. Understood?"

A cheeky smirk curled up on my lips as I tested my restraints. Shifting, making sure I was arched against the tree, I studied his face before I spoke. "And what if I want you to hunt me again?"

The thick head of his cock pressed against my slit, eliciting a gasp. He grabbed my chin with his other hand. His thumb brushed along my lower lip. "You need only ask…or run naked through the woods, something little witches like yourself seem to enjoy."

My tongue poked out of my mouth, brushing against the pad of his thumb. Lochlain shivered, his cock pressing another inch inside. I groaned, eyes rolling back in my head. "Yes, Professor."

He snickered. Surely there would be a punishment for my sass later. And I'd happily take it, bent over his knee or on mine. But neither of us wanted to wait any longer. Not as he drove up into me. I cried out, tugging on the vines. His fist returned to the bark beside my ear. The crunch of it as he ground it into dust made me shiver. Lochlainn pressed further until he was seated in me to the hilt. A wonderful full feeling rushed through my blood. Yes, give me more. Like the answer to all my frustrations was right here, the frenzied rush of desire calmed. Because it was getting what it wanted. I moaned low and long as he inched backward. Only for his hips to buck forward sharply and stars formed behind my eyes.

"Because my wicked little witch was touching herself in the woods, she's perfectly drenched for me." His teasing only made me sputter with laughter.

"I couldn't…" I panted for air as his next thrust made my world spin. Gods and dragons and liches, yes, fuck, yes. He didn't stop, keeping on his agonizingly slow retreat then sharp advance. "I couldn't get myself to come. I'm as wet as the ocean because…"

"Because? Because what," he purred, smugness oozing from his face as he slammed back into me. There was a hand brushing up my torso. I only realized it when he rolled a nipple between his forefinger and thumb. My hips bucked in response.

"Because you hunted me down."

His lips found mine again and I was lost to the slow torture of his thrusts. Building up to the sharp press into my sweet spot, teasing my nipples till I sobbed. I begged incoherently against his mouth. He kissed it better, switching to soothing them with tender brushes from the pad of his thumb. It was an eternity there, tied to that tree and defenseless. My ankles were hooked behind him but no amount of nudging from my heels made him go faster.

It wasn't till my insides coiled, a shiver running up my spine, that I even realized he'd brought me close to orgasm. I gasped, breaking the kiss. "Lochlainn."

"Shhh," he cooed, smashing our lips back together for another lazy, sloppy kiss. The tingle grew stronger. My toes clenched up tight. I bucked into him desperately while he kept his even pace. "Come for me, little witch. Show me how much you want me to breed you."

My fingers fell to his shoulders, and I raked them down across his chest. His skin rippled in response, but I couldn't see anything. My vision spun as I sank back against the tree. Bliss rushed down my torso and flooded out of me. Walls fluttering, stomach twisted into knots, a cold rush prickled my skin and left me reeling. He held steady, despite my body melting into putty in his hands.

"Better?" He cupped the sides of my face and held my head still. My attention focused on him, everything else was a blur.

"Much," I whimpered.

"Mmm, but it's not enough." His thumbs stroked my cheeks, his honey gaze inspecting my weak face.

"You know it's not." My lips curled in a knowing smile, but I was so breathless, I couldn't be as smug as I wanted to be.

"I do know," He pulled my face close, our lips brushing but not enough for a kiss. "I promised to fix that for you, little witch, and I am a bear of my word."

I closed the last sliver of space and kissed him hard. His body ground into mine, and for a long time, we were both still. His hands clutching my face, mine holding onto his shoulders. He was buried in me so deep that I couldn't forget how full I was.

Then he rolled his body against mine. His thrusts were more shallow but more aggressive. Stomach brushing against mine, leaving me gasping for air as he knocked it out of me sharply. I didn't realize I was chanting his name till birds fled the trees and I was being slammed into the tree. He can heal those bruises later. All I cared about was having him faster…deeper…more…more! More! My throat was raw, but I didn't stop crying out his name. His eyes were locked with mine and blinking felt like a crime as he pounded into me. Then his fists punched into the tree behind me, the bark immediately growing back with a strange crackling sound. His golden and mint colored magic surrounded us as the moss beneath him surged. Fireflies and floating orbs filled the trees. With the moon over our heads as the only witness to my professor keeping his promise.

I gulped down oxygen as quickly as I could but it did nothing to fill my husks for lungs.

"Little witch," he grunted. I couldn't answer but I didn't need to, as it was only a warning. Seconds before I could howl his name to the moon, warmth spilled into me. Relief flooded my system, turning off all the frenzied alarms. For now. Rope after rope painted my insides. I sagged against him, my restraints suddenly soft. His arms wrapped around me, holding me steady as he rode out his orgasm. Lochlainn stuffed me with all the cum he could manage, and the rest trickled down the tree.

I clung to him for dear life as he peeled me away from that tree. We sank down to the forest floor, his back to the earth and mine to the moon.

It wasn't long before he exhaled heavily, still rubbing my back. "The Dean of Students will not be pleased."

I snorted, unable to even lift my head off his chest to meet his gaze. "It could be worse."

"Oh?" He chuckled.

"I could be your TA. I almost applied, you know, but I wasn't a druid and Teddy convinced me I wouldn't have the time…I'm kind of glad she stopped me," I nuzzled my face against his furry chest.

"You are right."

I finally peeled my face from his peck to look down at him. He was smirking at the moon. Then one of his hands cupped the globe of my ass and squeezed.

"That would be worse. I'll be reprimanded for fucking a grad student. I'd be terminated for doing so to my TA." His gaze fell down to my face. He shifted to sit up, cradling me in his lap. "Are you alright, little witch? You did not hurt yourself during our midnight hunt, did you?"

I shook my head, "No, uh, the only damage is to my internal organs."

He snickered, "I can heal those too, if needed."

I opened my mouth to retort something, but it died as his palm slid across my side to rest against my soft belly. My heart rushed and crimson stung my cheeks. A soothing, honey flavored taste ran down my tongue and coated my throat. I felt the sting of my abused, but loved, pussy ebb away.

"Am…I mean… Did you…" The words didn't feel right in my mouth.

"My abilities are in healing, not in detection. Though, I can still smell…you don't want to know about that." His soft, sheepish laugh took me by surprise.

"No, say it," I urged him, my own hand falling over the one against my belly.

"When a witch is in breeding season, much like a bear's mating season, there's a scent. A fertile scent, not a great way to describe it, but I assure you, it smells better than it sounds." If it weren't for the floating orbs of his magic or the little beam from the moon, I wouldn't have seen Lochlainn O'Hare blush for the first time.

"So, I still smell breedable, is what you're saying?" I giggled like I were a schoolgirl with a crush. I am! I am a schoolgirl with a crush on her hot, plant obsessed teacher…is it still a crush if he fucked me against the tree like his life depended on it?

"Yes," he confessed with a struggled breath. "Though, it may take some time for that to change."

"So, that just means, you'll have to hunt me through the woods and breed me a few more times. Make sure it sticks," I grinned wickedly. Why did that sound so good?

"Valerie." My gaze darted to his face as he softened. His hand stroked my belly sweetly, but his honey orbs were wandering my face. "Is that truly what you want? I can ensure this doesn't result in a young, and I can brew you a dampener for the frenzy. You do not need to, if you do not wish. In the heat of the moment, I was not—well, you know, you were very much in the same space. But now that we've gotten that out of our system, I need you to answer me."

If anyone else asked me, I would have said no. I would have laughed in their face at the idea of it. Me? Breeding? Caring their young? Our young? The horny, feral gremlin in my brain was satiated so I could actually think clearly for once. And yet, I didn't laugh. I didn't shake my head. I stared at him for a long second. "Lochlainn…I… My grandmother asked me before the semester started why I wasn't married, why I didn't have any babies yet. She was angry because I seemed to have no desire to add to the lineage, like I was personally attacking her with my desire to open an apothecary. And that's the thing I want. I want to finish my studies. I want to open my apothecary. I want to start a business and not just be another hag in the House of Contempt."

Lochlainn hummed in acknowledgement, nodding along as I spoke. After I finished, the words soaked in the moonlight as I watched the cogs turning in his head. "Now that explains how your protections were removed. I would have known if you'd gone through a breeding season before now."

"Mmm, because you like my scent." I wiggled my shoulders suggestively like I wasn't still naked and my bones weren't weary from being fucked into a tree.

"Very much," he growled almost as a warning, but his eyes were still warm and playful. "But, allow me to offer you a thought. And this does not mean I wish you to go either way. I am, clearly, happy to take you in the woods till I breed you. I am, also, just as happy to brew you a dampening potion and provide relief with protections in place. But…all these dreams of yours are still accomplishable if you wish it."

"If I wish it?" I squinted at him.

"Well, for instance," he cleared his throat, his gaze falling to where his palm cupped my bellybutton. "With me…if you wanted both."

Both? There was a part of me that was rattling in a cage down deep. And I was never opposed to having a family…I just wanted it on my terms. Both? If anyone here could feed the need deep in my gut and help me with my dreams, it'd be Lochlainn. I sat there, in complete awe at the professor I'd secretly crushed over for years was now the man hoisting me up in his arms.

"I want both." The confession flew out my mouth like I'd expelled it with an angry hex.

"Then I'll give you both," he chuckled, "But first, let's go find your clothes."