Episode Twenty-Six Desperate

S hanna

"Please," I whimper, giving him puppy dog eyes.

The government took away so much of my control over the last few years, but there's something about begging for a taste of his cum that feels the opposite of powerless. It's empowering. Being able to acknowledge my filthy desires, to ask for them out loud, to beg . I've never felt so much in control.

"Of course, little human. You only had to ask." He smiles indulgently, his white fangs flashing in the dim light.

When he extends his finger, enters my mouth, and grants me that taste of his cum, it explodes on my tongue. He was right. It tastes completely different. Potent. Spicy. Fully bestial.

Whatever was in my vaccination shot wasn't a placebo. I may look the same as I did two days ago, but something changed inside me on a cellular level, because that dot of his semen on my tongue sets off a chain reaction of lust that makes my spine jerk back and the muscles strain in my neck.

As soon as I can regain my kneeling posture, back straight, I reach for his cock in an effort to yank him toward my mouth, but he jumps back.

"Naughty female," he says, his fingers pressing my face into duck lips even as his claws avoid the tiniest scratch.

"Shall we teach our little human who's in charge, males?" he asks.

My formerly mild-mannered mate's presence has been so compelling, for the past few minutes I've forgotten the other two were right here.

"Ask for a taste of my cock," Ro orders.

His voice is full of force. His furred abs look as though they're made of steel. His thighs are so thickly muscled he could run a marathon, and his massive cock is dripping for me. Earlier today, I'd wondered if I'd be able to respect the former policeman who backed into the corner of our bedroom when I made too much noise in the kitchen.

Perhaps killing a pack of wolven changed his attitude. He's not the weakest of our group anymore.

I am.

"Can I… can I taste you, Ro?"

A shiver thrills through me. I love this. I love being theirs—their plaything, their little human.

"Say please," he goads, his face placid, as if he knows exactly what he's doing to me. I'm lost to my lust as my channel quivers with wanting him.

"Please, Roman. Please, can I taste a drop of your cum?"

He steps closer and his fur-covered fingers card through my damp hair as he swipes his newly thickened cock against my lips.

"My good little human just earned a nice taste of her monster's cum," he says with all the indulgence of a master giving his favorite pet a treat.

I don't get it. Don't understand. I've got a doctorate. Before the world changed so fundamentally, professors and supervisors called me brilliant.

Since we've been together, my three husbands often complied with my wishes. I liked having that modicum of power in our intimate relationship. Had I been harboring a hidden desire to submit? Or is this a result of their change? Or mine?

You know what? I don't give a fuck. My world turned upside down and sideways yesterday. I might die in my sleep tonight. A pack of wolves might crash through the front door no matter how well we reinforced it with extra plywood.

What does it matter if my pussy is dripping wet because I'm on my knees in front of my three monster mates?

"Can I have some more, Roman?" I ask breathlessly. My voice is so servile that a week ago I would have found it pathetic.

I don't care. I desperately want his cum on my tongue.