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  Alpha Werewolf 2

  Training Hucow

  Domination | Shifter | Size Difference

  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

  This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A hucow is filled suddenly with lust and experiences her first time with an Alpha Werewolf. It contains domination and submission, public sex, public humiliation, size-difference (large males, petite female), fisting, come inflation, and knotting.

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  "It's not- it's not okay, Erik," she insists, voice going a little shrill with panic. "Feels- feels weird, Erik," she whimpers.

  "I know, I know," he says even though he has no fucking clue how she's feeling. She looks like she's in pain, brows furrowed together unhappily with her lower lip caught between her teeth, biting down hard enough that he can smell a hint of blood beading there. She is rocking a little on his thighs, unintentionally undulating her hips and making her look like she's riding his cock. He knows it's unintentional because she's never even had sex before.

  While he had been busy fucking his way through high school, she had been focused on getting the best results so she can so she can get a scholarship. She doesn't like how he treats sex with the same casualness when as when he's talking about going out with friends to the arcade or watching movies. He doesn't really care for the girls he fucks. It's something pleasurable and he is careful to not sleep with the same girl twice, less she thinks their relationship is more than it is... which is basically nothing. It's cruel and callous, she says, and she doesn't understand why he would want to waste time having sex with almost strangers. She likes spending time with him just doing little things, baking and watching movies, relaxing. He doesn't tell her he would much rather fuck her exclusively because she is so innocent still. Eighteen-years-old and she's wholly uninterested in carnal pleasures.

  She is very interested now, rocking against his thighs and rubbing herself on him like she's trying to reach orgasm just like that.

  "I can make you feel better if you want," he offers, his voice going deep and gravelly.

  She licks her lips and asks in a trembling little voice, "Can you?" she asks.

  He's used to this too, helping her and making sure she has what she needs because she's so terrible at asking. He asked his parents to adopt her when they were still children and while they couldn't because they're a family of werewolves and adopting a young child who smells so good to all of them is just courting trouble.

  She's only here today because it's Christmas Eve and they had special permission to let her stay the night. She's supposed to be in her own room, door locked and sleeping peacefully.

  "Please, Erik," she cries fresh tears and he is quick to kiss them away, tasting salt on his tongue. He can't help himself after that, pushing her back until she is under him. He lick her cheeks, washing away the scent of despair and desperation clinging to her skin and replacing it with his own. "I don't- I don't understand what's happening," she whimpers, shivering underneath him with glistening, tear-filled eyes looking up at him.

  "Shh... It's alright. I've got you. Everything's going to be alright," he finds himself saying, pulling her into a hug without thinking twice. Her scent is even more potent up close and he nuzzles his nose to her bared neck, breathing in deep. She smells so, so good.

  Letting go takes him a few seconds longer than it should have, but once he manages that, he realizes it's not as easy as just him pulling away. She's clinging to him tightly too, arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't- don't let go of me, Erik?" she pleads, her voice so terribly sweet and tempting.

  He doesn't know what to do with it. "I won't ever let you go," he promises but he does untangle her arms from his and put a little distance between them despite her desperate whines. "I think you're in heat," he says quietly.

  "In heat?" she frowns.

  "Yes. You're hucow," he continues, the word heavy on his tongue.

  "A hucow?" she echoes softly. She's heard of the word before, of course. Hard not to pick up a word or two when she spends so much time in a household full of werewolves. She grimaces suddenly and he can't help but reach for her, grasping her much smaller hands in his own.

  She's cold. He wishes he could pull her closer and hold her in his arms, but she smells so tempting and he can't trust himself not to take advantage.

  "Is that- is that... bad?" she asks at length.

  "No, no," he buries his face in his hands, suddenly grateful that they're talking about this before he loses sense of himself. It's obvious she knows less than he thought. "You're- you're a shifter," he says.

  "Like you?" she asks, beaming so happily at the idea of being more like him that he can't help the twinge of arousal that travels up his spine.

  "Not like me," he answers immediately. "You're something else." Hucow is a derogatory term. She's not part cow, part human. "You exist because shifters are a dying breed. You won't be able to achieve a full shift, but to a shifter, you would smell like one of us, like any one of us,," he explains as best as he can, remembering bits and pieces of what he's learned in the books. She will be able to mate with any shifter, wolf, cat, snake, bird... and their children will take after the father. "You're um- you're reaching full sexual maturity. You're body is ready to-" he chokes on the word.

  "To?" she prompts, leaning forward with her full attention. The front of her dress falls open a little, exposing her soft breasts. He can smell the creamy scent of milk leaking from the tip of her nipples already. He looks down and ignores the growing tension in the pit of his stomach. Blood rushes to the lower region of his body. "I feel- I feel weird, Erik," she whines again, wiping away fresh tears with the back of her hand. "Achy," she whimpers.

  "Where?" he asks without looking up.

  "Here," she whispers.

  He hears the sound of her shifting on the bed, and then a surprised 'oh' when she touches herself.

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  Chapter One: Class

  Chapter Two: Awake

  Chapter Three: Knot

  Chapter Four: Class

  Chapter Five: Freedom

  Chapter Six: Savage

  Chapter Seven: Mating

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  Chapter One: Class

  Erik doesn't like this class because it reminds him just how much things have changed in the span of a few weeks. The man in charge suddenly decided that shifters are less than human and their lives change so drastically that everyone is in a state of shock.

  Erik's degree was switched from medicine to law enforcement overnight and he is no longer allowed onto the campus where he had spent the entire year studying in.

  Still, Erik is one of the lucky ones. His family are werewolves. They're feared even among their own kind because werewolves are stronger, faster, and just better in every way.

  That means that when the reality of shifters begin to make itself known in the general population, they escape relatively unscathed. And now that the new rule has been put down, the people in charge are wary of their strength and their power. Most shifters aren't out yet because they don't have to be. There's no way to figure out what exactly they are unless they have their blood tested specifically.

  His family is out because his parents are part of a movement that fights for equal rights for all shifters. It hadn't been that much of an issue until very recently.
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  Werewolves rank fairly high in the hierarchy. When he graduates, he's supposed to choose a profession either as a firefighter, police, or bodyguard. Something involving muscles. His enhanced strength means he will do well in those allocated professions. He had been studying to be a surgeon prior to this. It's degrading. Already, some shifters are fighting back. Unfortunately, they are lacking in numbers. There are so many more humans than they are shifters and they are greatly outnumbered. The other shifters don't fare much better. Cat shifters are assigned work as acrobats, construction workers, or steel workers. Shifters with flight capabilities have weaker bones and work as cleaners for high rise buildings, painters, or if they're lucky, radio towers. Small shifters are assigned work in the pipelines, but they're mostly dismissed as being fairly useless... Others are not so lucky.

  Hucows, in particular, have seem to check all the boxes for what would make the best sex worker and are rounded up to be treated as such. Their increased ability to breed means they are particularly useful for getting more shifters into the population, since shifters like himself seem to have difficulty bearing young. It's ridiculous and he hopes that they're not stupid enough to really go through with that. Hucows are not sex objects. They're precious. They're treated among shifter-kind as a way to keep their species from dying out.

  It is very barbaric with a painfully rudimentary understanding of what shifters are.

  He feels his fangs lengthening when the hapless new professor announces upon entering the classroom that they're going to be talking about hucows today. He is the proponent of the new rule and has made his stance only too clear in the few classes he has sat through. He talks about shifters like they're an inferior breed and he talks about hucows like they're whores and prostitutes, like they're made to be bred. They're kept mostly hidden.

  He does have some facts, however. Hucows are precious and kept hidden but not because they're sex workers or because they're ashamed of what they do. No, hucows are precious because they're often shared within a pack and packs don't like letting others know that they have a hucow among them. They're precious members of the family, a mother to many of their young. Hucows are incredibly fertile and have a scent that draws other shifters to them, so it is safer to keep them hidden.

  This university class is mandatory and taught by a human who doesn't understand that. "I have a treat for you all today too," Professor Snow says. "A brand new hucow, just caught a few days ago and had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday yesterday. Happy birthday to her," he says with such glee that Erik feels his teeth grind. The other new wolves in class are growling too, unhappy with the turn of events. A hucow is not a toy to be played with. He can't just offer her up to a class like she's meant to be shared like a whore.

  Uncaring of the mood around him, the professor continues, "She needs a little help getting broken in. Apparently, she bites." He chuckles like it's a joke.

  He doesn't like the man. He knows most of his classmates don't either. They tolerate him, but barely. Humans, weak as they are, still outnumber them ten to one.

  As he continues to talk about how great things are now that everyone knows their place, how lucky they are that the government decided to let them share this particular hucow that they've caught.

  The door opens and two men roll a bed into the classroom. She's blindfolded with a thin white blanket draped over her obviously naked form. Her hands are tied above her and her feet are knotted together with strands of rope. She twists and whimpers when the bed stops rolling, smelling so thickly of fear and panic that all the werewolves in the glass grimaces and shifts uncomfortably in their seats.

  She's terrified and worse, she smells familiar. If he breathes in hard enough, he can still smell himself on her skin. And he's not the only one. Several of his classmates frown and turn to him.

  "And here we have our star of the day! Our very own hucow. She'll be passed around from class to class and you're lucky enough to be the first class to have her," he says, slapping his hands together.

  He wants to tell them they're wrong. She hadn't just turned eighteen yesterday. She turned eighteen two weeks ago, exactly one week before the stupid laws about how hucows are just sex objects came out.

  He knows because he was there when her heat broke.

  Chapter Two: Awake

  At first, he thinks he's dreaming because there's something dream-like about his state. His senses are attuned to the way the comforters brush against his skin and every inhale is accompanied by a sweet-crisp scent of freshly plucked apples and peaches.

  "Erik- Erik, please wake up."

  Her voice throws her into a state of wakefulness violently. He sits up straight and his eyes are locked onto her in a split second. Casey is in front of him on his bed, looking like a beautiful succubus, tempting and smelling like desire and want.

  The thing is, their relationship has never been sexual, regardless of his feelings on the matter. Casey has been his friend every since they were children and as much as he loves her and wants her, she has never shown much interest in sex before. He is fairly certain that she loves him, but probably not in the same way he does her, not in the way that makes him want to pin her down and rut into her like a savage. He keeps that part of him carefully bottled up, not wanting to scare her delicate senses. Because that's what she is, delicate and sweet and lovely. Too good for the likes of him.

  He made himself her protector when they were in preschool and a boy pushed her in the sandpit and she had sat down and just cried and cried. He had beaten the baby teeth out of that little punk's mouth and then wiped her tears away. She cried then too, unused to kindness from strangers. Something about her makes him want to protect, to guard. He has siblings younger than himself and he starts taking care of her like she's one of his little siblings, except they're not so prone to falling down and

  She hasn't really changed much since then, crying when things became too overwhelming for her. She's crying now too, straddling his thighs with a blanket wrapped around herself and tears streaming down her face. "There's something wrong with me," she whimpers and it makes him reel like a brick to his face when he realizes that she doesn't know what's happening to her own body. It's her first heat.

  It has occurred to his family before that it could happen. There's a reason why he's so drawn to her in the first place. It had been so confusing to him in the beginning. She's so small and prey-like. He normally ignored prey. They're smaller and weaker, so he doesn't like playing with them. But instead of doing the same to her, he found himself wanting to make sure she doesn't fall prey to anyone else. His family had suspected it, but none of them had been sure, so they didn't want to scare her.

  Casey's an orphan, so she doesn't know that she could be a hucow. They should've said something- warned her and gotten her ready.

  "Erik," she whimpers, bringing his attention to her lips. Have they always been so red and kissable?

  "How're you feeling?" he asks, careful to keep the panic from his voice. Her breath hitches just from him pressing the palm of his hand to her cheek, wiping away the tears streaming down her face gently.

  "I- I don't know," she whimpers. "I feel- I feel weird," she says, drawing her words into a whine that goes straight to his cock and he's immeasurably glad she's not straddling his hips higher up because she would be able to feel what her voice is doing to his cock.

  They're not ready for this. They thought she was younger, but heats don't hit a person until they're fully matured, which is normally when they're eighteen. "Shh... It's okay," he says, her scent filling his lungs because she's so close. It's making his head spin, like he's gotten too much to drink. He's never been around a hucow before. His father had sat him down before and awkwardly handed him a book about how to handle hucow companions if she ends up being one. It was just a suspicion at the time. Werewolves rarely get so possessive over someone who's not one themselves. Either she's just someone really special he got fixated on, or she's a hucow and his wolf knows. He read
the whole thing, blushing brightly the whole time because there are sections in there about how knotting will make her feel good, how she would beg to be filled when she comes of age.

  "It's not- it's not okay, Erik," she insists, voice going a little shrill with panic. "Feels- feels weird, Erik," she whimpers.

  "I know, I know," he says even though he has no fucking clue how she's feeling. She looks like she's in pain, brows furrowed together unhappily with her lower lip caught between her teeth, biting down hard enough that he can smell a hint of blood beading there. She is rocking a little on his thighs, unintentionally undulating her hips and making her look like she's riding his cock. He knows it's unintentional because she's never even had sex before.

  While he had been busy fucking his way through high school, she had been focused on getting the best results so she can so she can get a scholarship. She doesn't like how he treats sex with the same casualness when as when he's talking about going out with friends to the arcade or watching movies. He doesn't really care for the girls he fucks. It's something pleasurable and he is careful to not sleep with the same girl twice, less she thinks their relationship is more than it is... which is basically nothing. It's cruel and callous, she says, and she doesn't understand why he would want to waste time having sex with almost strangers. She likes spending time with him just doing little things, baking and watching movies, relaxing. He doesn't tell her he would much rather fuck her exclusively because she is so innocent still. Eighteen-years-old and she's wholly uninterested in carnal pleasures.

  She is very interested now, rocking against his thighs and rubbing herself on him like she's trying to reach orgasm just like that.

  "I can make you feel better if you want," he offers, his voice going deep and gravelly.

  She licks her lips and asks in a trembling little voice, "Can you?" she asks.

  He's used to this too, helping her and making sure she has what she needs because she's so terrible at asking. He asked his parents to adopt her when they were still children and while they couldn't because they're a family of werewolves and adopting a young child who smells so good to all of them is just courting trouble.