Episode Twenty-Seven In the Hallway

C haska

After Ro doles out a drop of his cum and Shanna makes a deep rumbling moan when his taste hits her tongue, her eyes roll back in her head. I give her the swiftest pause to enjoy her treat, then grip her shoulders and forcefully turn her toward me though she's still on her knees.

"What about me, little human?" I ask.

I don't understand this shifter thing. Nothing changes in my head from one form to the other. I'm Chaska all the time, but I can't deny my mind has changed from what it was two days ago. I'm more powerful, more forceful. More… animal.

This is something new. I want to take what I desire.

"Please?" she asks, her lips quivering in anticipation.

No one was more in favor of women's rights than me. When the government rescinded women's right to vote, I protested. When the government prohibited all women from working, I not only wrote letters to my elected officials, I took to the streets. When they said women couldn't leave the house without a male to accompany them, I complained under my own name on every social media platform at the risk of governmental retaliation. Shanna told me my efforts meant a lot to her.

So why is seeing her on her knees at my feet making my cock harder than it's ever been? Why am I reveling in telling her what to do?

Leaning down, I lift her chin with one finger and say, "Beg."

How can a spasm of self-hatred dart through me at the same moment my cock pulses with arousal?

"Please, Chaska," she says without hesitation. "Please give me a taste of your cum?"

I press my cock at the seam of her lips and she sucks me inside. This is heaven. One of my favorite things on Earth is being in any of her warm, wet channels. And don't get me started on the things this woman can do with her tongue! Why, then, do I withhold from her? This is a new aspect of myself I've never met before.

I grip her cheeks to keep her from sliding as far as she can take me. I just dole out the tip of my cock. Looking up at me with pleading eyes, she swirls her tongue first in one direction and then the other.

"Are you trying to manipulate me, little one? You need to learn who's in charge."

Those are the finest words that ever slipped from my lips. At least my eager cock thinks so.

Her palms slide to my hips, then to the globes of my ass, communicating just how anxious she is for me to thrust deep.

But I need her to ask one more time. Some animal part of me, deep in my head, wants her complete submission. So fucking primitive. So delicious.

I pull all the way out.

"Tell me what you'll do to get another taste, little human," I say. "Make me a proposal."

"Anything," she offers easily. "Just ask. I'll do anything."

"Say it." I lean to place my lips to her ear. "I'm an animal, Shanna. Tell me the dirtiest thing you're willing to do for one drop of my cum."

I lean far enough back to watch her face pinken as she contemplates. She must have sorted through many options before her mind lights on the filthiest idea.

"You can whisper it in my ear, little human," I say as I lean to her level.

A blast of her arousal fills the hallway. Certainly the gloating look on my face must rival the worst Hollywood villain.

She leans to my ear and whispers, "Let me lick you there ."

She doesn't touch me, doesn't have to. We both know what she's talking about.

I feel a pang of guilt. No matter what she looks like, they have to have pumped her full of animal DNA. It's clear I'm taking advantage of a woman who is not in her right mind.

Just when I'm about to rescind my offer, she pierces me with a steely stare and says, "Please. I've wanted to offer for ages."

"I'll cash in on that later," I tell her as I notch my cock against her lips until she opens for me, then slide to the back of her throat.

She's had three men for years now. She knows how to take us in every hole. One day she admitted with embarrassment that she'd watched videos to increase her ability to deep-throat us. She is now and always has been the perfect wife.

She takes me deep, moaning, swirling, playing with my balls just the way I like it. I want to drag this out, prolong my pleasure, but the warring side of me is too greedy for that. Hell, I'm a dragon now, a monster. I don't want to wait.

She's working me, moaning her pleasure, which also vibrates my shaft and increases my arousal. It's her eyes, though. The way she doesn't take her gaze from me so she can follow my next order. How can I control myself when she's just waiting for me to tell her what I want?

I release into her, spraying down her throat as it convulses around my shaft.

"Heaven," I say as I let her milk every drop from me.