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Bruce whimpered as he ran through the forest, the sounds of heavy feet in hot pursuit of him as he jumped over roots, weaved through trees, and ducked under low branches. He held his wounded side, hoping to stem the blood flow as he knew it was what the werewolf had been following after he ran through the river, trying to erase his scent. He came to a group of trees and, getting an idea, pretended to run in one direction, pressed a hand into his wound, flicked the gathered blood further in the direction he had been going, then double backed, went another route, did the same routine, and then climbed a tree. He stuck his hand into the pouch of his red hoody and grabbed the suture kit he kept on his person for when he got into a particularly bad scuffle. He started carrying it after the last time Selina had left him behind and he got badly injured; so badly that, if it wasn’t for that tracking chip Lucius had slipped into his jacket without his knowledge, he would have died. After that, he had had no choice but to cut his ties with Selina as Lucius had pointed out that, while what he had been doing was of course dangerous, making sure the likes of Thorne, Maroni, and Daggett didn’t keep a stranglehold on Gotham, he needed to know without a shred of doubt, that Selina would have his back, and he honestly couldn’t say that.
He threaded the needle and started stitching up the wound as the werewolf ran past him, thankful that wound wasn’t deep, only shallow enough for him to bleed quite a bit, especially with his heart thumping like crazy. There was a small Amish community just outside of Gotham and Bruce had gone there to get a nice, heavy quilt for Lucius’ apartment as he knew the man preferred bundling under covers with a nice hot cup of tea over turning his heat on. Unfortunately, the village had been losing a number of pigs, cows, and sheep to what they called the Moon Spirit as the worst of the attacks happened around the full moon. Even more unfortunately, they thought a human sacrifice to the Moon Spirit would appease him and make him go away, and Bruce had been chosen as they thought no one but Lucius would miss him. They tied him to a tree, slashed his side, and then left him there to either be eaten or bleed to death. As night fell, Bruce fond it ironic that, after taking on mobsters, this was how he was going to die; how humiliating. He had been brought out of his thoughts as a small boy with blue eyes and black hair with a streak of white through it, came running up to him, climbed the tree, cut him down, and then told him to run as the pack would soon be on their way. When the boy had told him they were not ordinary wolves but werewolves, he had been skeptical, but not stupid enough to hang around and argue. He had gotten his confirmation when he had stopped for a breather as well as use his t-shirt to try and stem the blood flow, and saw a brown wolf approach him, only to then stand on two legs! He quickly took off running after that, not willing to waste any more time on the debate of an idea he had clearly been wrong about, which led him here.
He just finished stitching the wound closed when he heard whining coming from below. He sighed as he looked down and saw the wolf, again in the faster four-legged form, sitting, pawing at the tree as if asking Bruce to come down.
“If you think I’m coming down, you’re a dodo of a dog.” The wolf barked at this, and in the moonlight, Bruce could see the gleam of razor sharp teeth, making Bruce gulp before calling back,
“Oh yeah, that’s really enticing for me to come down; barking and showing me your teeth. The adage is barking dogs seldom bite, it doesn’t say anything about barking wolves. Oh come on!” Bruce called as the wolf changed back to it’s two-legged form, and used their razor sharp claws to dig into the tree and start climbing up to him. Bruce needed to think fast or he was going to be that wolf’s doggy treat. He looked around and saw another tree with branches close to his tree; it would be quite a jump, and the branch didn’t look the most stable, but if the other option was being a chew toy, he had to risk it. He let the wolf get a bit closer, not sure if he would attempt the same trick or slide down to cut him off, but he had to risk it. Once satisfied with the wolf’s distance between it and another branch or the ground, Bruce took off with a running leap and landed on the opposite branch. Unfortunately, as he landed, the branch violently shook, causing him to fall but he managed to grab the branch at the last minute, only for the branch to break most, but not all the way. The branch then slammed into the tree, and Bruce was certain he was going to be bruised tomorrow from the impact, only for him to lose the grip he had on the branch and fall. Thankfully, there were no other branches for him to break his back on and the branch snapping brought him down close enough that he didn’t fall too far, though he felt all the air leave him as he was suddenly caught and held in strong arms. Bruce looked into the face of his rescuer and saw that he was a handsome man with brown hair and deep blue eyes, but Bruce’s instincts told him not to be fooled, that this was the werewolf who had been chasing him. He tried to struggle and get away, but between the running, the blood loss, and the fact he hadn’t eaten since breakfast (coffee and some toast), the world started spinning around him and darkness creeped up on him. The last thing he saw was the wolf look into Bruce’s dazed eyes and said with a smirk,
“My, my, what big eyes you have.”
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Bruce whimpered as his senses were slowly returned to him, and he noticed several things as his vision cleared; one, he appeared to be in a rather rudimentary shack that looked like all it had was bed and a hearth for a fire, as well as whatever he was lying on. Two, the thing in question had him tied down and spread-eagled, with straps holding his legs down, his thighs spread, and his arms were also secured, though he was certain there was something under the small of his back, making him arch into nothing. Third, and most disturbingly, he was naked as the day he was born, not even wearing his underwear which, thanks to his immobile thighs, allowed the whole world to see he had a pussy with a clit instead of a cock. Technically, while his body was female, his mind and hormones were male (he also had a prostate though no one knew why), so the doctor’s labeled him as an intersex male whose cock and breasts did not develop like they were supposed to. Shamefully, it also showed off his pierced clit; a remnant of one of the last times he got drunk with Selina, and he kept it as a reminder never to get that drunk again (not to mention how much pleasure it brought him on those rare occasions when he masturbated). He turned his head as much as he could when he heard the door to the shack open.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” The wolf from before remarked as he came into the hut wearing nothing but slacks, showing off his broad shoulders and fit stomach.
“I have many questions, one being, who are you?” Bruce asked, flushing at the idea of being so exposed in front of another man, one who obviously liked what he saw.
“Alfred Pennyworth, Alpha of the Knight Pack, and that’s knight with a ‘K’ at the front.” Seeing no other information apart from the fact the Alpha was British, or a request for his own name, Bruce followed with his next question,
“Why am I here?” The wolf, Alfred, came closer, making Bruce was to shrink away but was unable to due to the thing he was reclining on. The man spoke as he circled Bruce, like a… well, like a wolf circling a wounded deer.
“As you’ve no doubt guessed, we are the wolves responsible for those pious bastards losing livestock; winter is coming and my pack needs to stockpile supplies, though it’s not as bad as it was last year, before I became Alpha. The prior Alpha had been a wolf purist, believing wolves should only exist in places like this, even in winter when we freeze our asses off. This year it’s different; we have arranged to rent some cheap apartments in the Narrows, but it’s difficult for wolves to hold down jobs with us being out of commission every three days a month, so most of our funds went to that housing unit, despite it being garbage. Hence, we hunt for food and preserve it for the winter months; good Alphas don’t let the pack starve.”
“A noble sentiment, and I’m sorry about your troubles, but, and I’m not trying to be callous, but what has that got to do with me?” Bruce asked, flinching as the man brushed his hair out of his eyes.
“Backstory so you understand what we were doing out tonight, but the fact is, when I smelled your blood, I stopped dead in my tracks as I finally smelled what I’ve been waiting for ever since I turned eighteen.” Alfred kneeled as he continued so he was eye level with Bruce, who was starting to get a bad feeling about this.
“What?”
“The scent of my mate, the one person in all the world that was my perfect match.” Scared green eyes stared into warm blue that were starting to show signs of fire being ignited. Gulping, Bruce asked his last question,
“A-and the reason I’m n-naked?” Alfred smirked before replying,
“Kind of hard to claim your mate without direct access to the fun bits, don’t you think?” Alfred then kissed Bruce, who could only whimper in response, though that grew when Alfred reached over and pinched one of Bruce’s nipples. Bruce pulled away and begged,
“Please, don’t do this! I, I’m only nineteen!” Not to mention he wanted his first time to be on a nice, soft bed, not on this weird metal frame.
“I’m glad as I have no desire to be accused of statutory rape. And it’s a good thing you’re a virgin or I would hunt down every partner you’ve ever had and tear them apart piece by piece. It will also let me be the first bit of flesh in that pretty little pussy of yours, exactly as it should be.”
“I’m not yours, you mangy mutt!” Alfred smirked at the defiance and replied,
“Not yet, but you will be, my pretty little mate.”
“I will never be your mate!”
“Oh, believe me puppy, the minute this tongue gets near your tight little ass or that sweet little pussy, you’ll be very happy about being my mate.” Bruce glared at the wolf even after he stood and moved behind Bruce. Because of Bruce’s inability to move his head, he didn’t see Alfred lick his fingertips before again kneeling and ran his fingers over the pup’s nipples until they stiffened into little peaks as the pup whimpered, which grew as he started rolling and pinching the stiff little peaks. Bruce was so tightly fastened to the frame, he couldn’t hope to jerk away from the sensations.
“You like that, puppy?” Alfred asked as he leaned over and nibbled on Bruce’s ear, which brought up a whine.
“I am not a puppy!” Bruce protested, trying to understand how just a little nipple play cold make him feel so hot and bothered.
“Maybe not yet, but before the sun rises, you’ll be my good little puppy who likes the feel of my cock in your ass or pussy.” Bruce felt indignant at that and responded,
“If you think this is one of those stories where the Omega smells the Alpha’s pheromones and swoons-” He whimpered at the sharp bite which was then soothed by the wolf’s tongue as he apologized and explained,
“Sorry pup, but I don’t want that; yeah, I want a pup with you because you’re beautiful and feisty, and my instincts are demanding I mate with you, but you’re not my bitch or my pup factory, you’re my mate.”
“If you want me to believe that, then untie me from this thing.” Alfred looked pained as he admitted,
“I can’t pup; as much as I want this to be a traditional mating for you, my instincts are demanding I take you and make you mine, and this is the best position so I don’t tear those stitches you gave yourself. Fuck! I just want to pin you down, lick you all over, then rim you until you cum screaming on my tongue before I show that love button in your ass some proper attention, before I rim you all over again. And that’s before I pay attention to your sweet, precious, pretty pink pussy. I would make you cum so much, you could hide a melon up there and all you would do is moan as the skin plays with your g-spot.” Bruce wondered what was wrong with him as just a little nipple play and dirty talk and he could feel his clit coming out of its hood and his ass and pussy clenching on air. Finally, he asked,
“You gave me something, didn’t you? Th-that’s why I f-feel so h-hot!” Alfred licked a stripe up Bruce’s neck before responding,
“Werewolf fluids, especially around the full moon like tonight, is an aphrodisiac and before you start whining like a pup, it only works on true mates; I’ve kissed and helped more than a couple lonely Omegas get through their lunar heats before and they never reacted like you or caused me to be filled with so much desire, I need to get my tongue in your tight little ass or I’m going to lose all control.” Alfred stood and was about to walk around to the other end when Bruce spat,
“I d-don’t want you anywhere n-near my ass; I w-would sooner burn than b-be your m-mate.” Alfred was glad the pup couldn’t see his face as he flinched at such words. He hoped that he could show the pup that he would be a good mate, but in the mean time, his wolf was growling and he feared what would happen if the pup insulted him again so, he went to his bed where he had a box hidden with different things he had hoped to (willingly) share with his mate, but he had no choice if he wanted to keep the pup safe. He brought the box over and, while the pup was panting, trying to cool his body down in vain, popped a gag in that he had gotten on one of the packs rare trips into Gotham; a pacifier gag. The pup shook his head from one side to the other, trying to remove the gag but Alfred managed to get the lock buckled and said,
“I know you’re scared but that’s no reason to be rude so, if you can’t keep a civil tongue, I think you need a soother.” Next, he grabbed his tie that he kept for meetings in the city and wrapped it around his eyes, blocking his sight. The final bit had him licking his lips as he got them ready. The pup screamed behind his gag as his sensitive nipples were pinched with nipple clamps with a chain connecting them.
“Next time you want to say something like that, I want you to remember this because next time, I will make you wear these while I spank your cute, tight little ass while you wear an anal plug.” Alfred growled as he went to the other end of the frame and kneeled down in front of pup’s lovely little ass. He used his hands to spread the lovely cheeks before leaning in to give a little lick, though he could feel his tongue fighting the transformation into a full wolf tongue. He listened as the pup whimpered but he started licking in earnest and even nipping at the tight little hole, loving how some of the pup’s slick from his pussy actually flowed down to the hole and his tongue. His wolf growled in his mind and demanded he stop playing around and claim their mate, but he managed to quiet it as he stuck a finger in the pup’s hole and his tongue went in as well. He was thankful for the full moon since, despite the pup not being a werewolf, the pup was responding to the properties in his saliva and becoming loose.
Bruce sighed in relief as the tongue and finger were removed, only to scream in indignation as he felt Alfred spit on his hole; how disgusting. But then, he could feel his rim tingling, and a different kind of scream came out as the wolf licked his rim; he wasn’t kidding when he said that fluids like saliva were an aphrodisiac. He tried wiggling but he was too firmly strapped down as the wolf forced the spit into his hole with with his finger before lightly stretching the hole so he could add more spit (still a gross sensation) before his tongue dove back in to Bruce’s hole. Bruce’s body felt so hot and desperate to cum, but he fairly shrieked as he felt the tongue lengthen in his hole and licked his passage. But that was nothing compared to when the tongue flicked his prostate as Alfred inserted another finger and started stretching his hole; Bruce did his best to struggle but all that did was cause the chain on his nipples to move and tug on his nipples. Bruce was caught off guard when he came and quite hard at that, doing his best to arch off the frame, not that he had much leeway in that regard, but he could feel his pussy gushing.
Alfred was thankful when the pup came, helping loosen his passage even more. He quickly gathered the slick he had produced and rubbed it along his cock for some lube, taking a moment to growl at the feeling of his cock becoming sensitive as his mates fluids interacted with his body. He slowly lined up with that little hole and slowly pushed his way in until he was flushed with his mate. The pup shook his head back and forth, no doubt his nerves were very sensitive after such an orgasm, but Alfred merely rubbed his flank and give him a moment to gather his breath. As he waited, he glanced down at the pussy that was glistening and he licked his lips; if the pup had liked having his rim licked, he was going to love having his pussy eaten out. He reached up and lightly tugged on the chain as he said,
“I hope you’re having fun puppy, because I am going to mark every inch of your body with my cum, do you like that?” Bruce did his best to shake his head but the wolf pulled out and thrust back in before he continued with,
“Your head may say no, but your body says yes; I can see your pussy clench just as I can feel your ass clench around my cock, not to mention how I just got a fresh coating of slick on my cock. I think my spunky little puppy wants to be my little cum slut, just lay in bed and wait for me to give him a fresh load.” Bruce violently shook his head at that part so Alfred instead said,
“Well, if you don’t want to do that, then we can give you a healthy load in your ass or pussy and plug you up and let you walk around the camp in summer or your work, and I can make it vibrate whenever I want. I wonder if he use a prostate massager, will the outer part reach your pussy lips and help you stay nice and aroused for when I want to give you another load? Maybe we should get you those panties that have dildos for both holes? We’ll get you properly set up so you feel so aroused, you can barely stand; a dildo for your prostate, a dildo for your g-spot and cervix (don’t worry, I’ll give you a good eating out first), those clamps for your nipples, and something small that vibrates that we can hook onto that pretty little ring on your clit. Do you like that, my little cum slut?” Bruce could only whimper, whine, and eventually scream as his prostate was pounded as the wolf spoke dirty to him. With the blindfold on, Bruce could clearly see the images being painted in his minds eyes; the idea of facing the board of Wayne Enterprises with those attachments all teasing and tormenting him made him flush with both embarrassment and arousal. Soon, Bruce was cumming again, and Alfred was too, and Bruce moaned and whimpered as he felt the wolf empty his load and it seemed to hit his prostate with each squirt, making him whine and squirm even more in over-sensitivity. Bruce was practically choking on the amount of drool he was producing, though he did actually choke when the wolf pulled out, only to then push what could only be a plug into his ass, making sure not a drop was spilled.
“Fuck, that felt really good puppy, I can’t wait to feel your pussy around my dick, but need to make sure you are nice and wet first.” Alfred looked at his still hard dick but told it to wait while he tantalized his tongue. During the week of the full moon, all wolves were as frisky as teenagers, and Alfred was no different; he could probably go two more rounds before he needed to rest, but he had to make sure the pup was thoroughly worn out so he wouldn’t try and run. He licked his lips before running his tongue over the (shaved) outer labia of his mate, enjoying the shiver that came with it, before lightly placing his tongue in the pussy, running up and down the inner labia, something that had the pup jerking back and forth as he tried to dislodge the tongue. Instead, Alfred nuzzled his way in close until his lips were touching the pussy lips, a strange kiss, but then Alfred allowed his tongue to grow again and, just because he was a bastard, he hummed as he wiggled it.
Bruce thought he could either break his straps or rip the frame from the ground as that hellish tongue tormented his pussy, a tongue that seemed determined to explore every part of his pussy. And then the tongue flicked upwards… and hit his g-spot, which Bruce tried to buck away from to no avail except to knock his ass against some padding that made the plug knock into his prostate. Bruce whimpered as he tried moving his body in any direction so long as it was away from that tongue but, as Alfred inserted one, then two of his fingers, Bruce could admit the man seemed too determined to fail. Bruce sighed in relief as the wolf withdrew his tongue, only to buck and scream when the wolf instead wrapped his lips around Bruce’s triangle clit piercing, ever so gently tugged on it, and then hummed. Bruce had heard of people being so stimulated that their vision whited out for a minute or two and, as though Bruce was on Myth Busters, he could now confirm such a thing as he came so hard, his dark world went white. When Bruce came back to himself, Alfred’s tongue was out of his pussy and had been replaced by his cock; Bruce had been so out of it, he hadn’t even felt it when his hymen was broken.
“You back amongst the living, Pretty Boy?” Alfred asked as he gently rubbed the pup’s chest, giving him something to focus on in his darkness. The pup could only whine as he limply hung on the frame, trying to control his breathing through his nose. As Bruce’s breathing got under control, Alfred said,
“There we go, Pretty Boy, that’s it, just relax and let Daddy take care of things.” Alfred had been about to continue when the pup’s pussy clenched around his cock, and realized he had a kink that perfectly lined up with Alfred’s desires. As he pulled out to begin this stage of claiming, he again spoke,
“You like that, Pretty Boy? You like having a Daddy taking care of your pussy? I’m going to fill up this little breeding hole until you’re dripping with cum and the wolves in the next state can smell that you’re mine. I’m going to fill you up with pups and you are going to be a beautiful mummy and the pups are going to be beautiful and so smart; how can they be anything else, with you as their mummy? I’m going to make you such a sated mummy that I’m going to make cum on my cock at least once a day, as it will be good for the pups; everyone knows sated mummies lead to happy, strong pups. You are going to make me a real Daddy, and you are going to be my pretty little mate, partner, wife. Oh you clenched deliciously at that one; you want that, Pretty Boy? You going to be my pretty little boywife? You wake up and I have my head between your legs, eat your pussy and play with that pretty bit of jewellery on your clit until you cum screaming on my tongue? My pretty little boywife that can't get out of bed because his Daddy wears him out? Fuck an orgasm a day; I’m going to make you cum three times a day; once on my tongue, once in your pretty little ass which is always going to be plugged and ready for Daddy to fuck, and once in your delicious pussy to make my pretty little boywife happy. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it, Baby Boy? You want a Daddy to fill your tummy with cummies until you go cross-eyed and your tummy is swollen from it, and then you want Daddy to eat you out, torment you with pleasure, and fill you up all over again, don’t you?” Bruce was certain he was in Hell at this moment as his g-spot was pounded, his prostate hit thanks to that damn plug, and his nipples were stroked and tugged on thanks to that damn chain. When Alfred reached up and undid the clasp holding his gag in place, Bruce could only scream,
“Yes, fuck please, Daddy! Paint my breeding hole with your cum! Make me your boywife!” Alfred howled good and long as he emptied into his pretty mate, pretty sure he could feel the pup’s birthing passage slurping up his cum. He smiled as he heard the others respond to their Alpha taking his mate. Alfred was waiting for the pup to come down from his high before he untied him and took him to their bed, when he suddenly felt the complacency of the wolf disintegrate; wolves didn’t like being cooped up in human skin all the time, and when you tried it, that was when wolves went savage. Essentially, imagine every dark thought you ever had; every time you wanted to cuss a person out, hit someone for annoying you, or just scream your fool head off until you were blue in the face; your conscious knows these are socially unacceptable behaviours and stops you from doing it. The wolf however, feels these emotions as well, and doesn’t understand why they are unacceptable, so they rage and want to be let out; a healthy wolf waits till they get home, locks themselves in, and transforms so the wolf can snarl, pace, and destroy those cheap, ugly throw pillows you bought for just such an occasion. The unhealthy wolf waited until the full moon and, all that pent up anger from the last full moon got released at once and went on a rampage. Alfred could only guess that his wolf, which had been waiting for over ten years for their mate to show up, wanted to slake his thirst and claim their mate properly. As he groaned, the pup asked,
“What, what’s wrong?” Alfred stroked the pup’s hip as he tried to explain,
“I, uh, I’m afraid my wolf wants to come out and p-properly c-claim you.” Alfred felt the pup freeze before he said,
“Please tell me you’re joking.” Alfred pulled out and got down to his knees as he responded,
“Sorry pup; with it being the full moon, the wolf is very hard to deny.”
“Well then untie me so I have a chance to get away!” Bruce tried to plead even though his muscles felt like goo.
“Bad idea pup; if the wolf thinks you’re still defiant of the mateship, he may get rough with you and tear something whereas, here on the bench, you can’t struggle and it will just be another round for you.” Bruce hated whining but he whined here,
“Please, I really can’t cum again! I’m so tired!” Alfred really did want to untie the pup and cuddle him, but there was no fighting the wolf in a time like this.
“Just stay relaxed and don’t fight the wolf and everything will soon be over.” Alfred felt the transformation begin as his feet lengthened, his knuckles got hairy, and he could feel the beginnings of his tail growing. The pup whimpered and asked,
“Then, then please, take the clamps off my nipples; they feel really tender right now.” Alfred nodded, unseen but in agreement; the wolf may not react favourably over his mate in chains. He reached up even as his nails lengthened and turned into claws, and unclamped the pup’s nipples, and the chain fell to the ground as the pup sighed in relief. Alfred stopped fighting the transformation and turned into his wolfman form with no further issues. The wolf took a moment to get its bearings before the scent of his mate demanded his full attention and followed his nose to two beautiful thighs that were going to make him a powerful runner when he transformed tomorrow night. Unable to resist himself, he started licking the powerful, meaty thighs, savouring the salt that was saturating the skin thanks to the efforts of his human form. He heard his mate whimper,
“P-please don’t hurt me.” The wolf wondered how his cute little mate could think he would hurt him, and deduced that his human side must have done something stupid that hurt the pup, and now it was up to him to fix it. He gave one last lick to the thighs and moved to that lovely breeding hole that was slightly glistening with his cum; no wonder the pup was worried; his human side did a sloppy job of impregnating their mate, whatever pain the idiot put their puppy through was for nothing. He decided to clean the pup of the human side’s weaker seed so he could replace it with far stronger wolf seed; if he timed it right, his mate would conceive a strong wolf cub, one that would herald a new generation of strong wolves.
Bruce could only whimper and whine as he felt the coarse tongue of the wolf touch his over-sensitized pussy lips, hoping against hope that the wolf wasn’t going to do what he thought he was going to do. He had no strength left to struggle and could only whine,
“Please… d-don’t; it’s… it’s too s-sensitive.” The wolf wished he could reassure the pup he was going to make things right that his human side bungled, but he would just have to bear with it. He started cleaning the inferior seed, slowly going deeper so he could properly clean his mate.
‘Oh please, God no. Please don’t let him do what I think he’s doing’ Bruce thought as the wolf’s snout slowly seemed to actually be entering his over-sensitized pussy, but there was absolutely nothing he could do; after four powerful orgasms, Bruce was surprised that he was still conscious. All he could do when he felt that elongated tongue touch his g-spot was weakly jerk in his bonds.
The wolf made sure to go slowly as he inserted his snout into that beautiful hole and inhaled that intoxicating aroma of his mate becoming aroused. He loved the jerk that came about when his tongue hit a spongy area that his human side had told him on more than one occasion made females very… excited. He was obviously doing something right, something his human side failed to do as, instead of struggling, the pup only laid there, weakly jerking even when his nose bumped the spongy tissue. His tongue then licked the birthing canal and he knew he had to be especially thorough here to clean out the inferior seed and prep his mate for the finale. He wanted his pup to feel nothing but pleasure from their mating as he was showing himself to be such a sweet little puppy when treated properly, and sweet puppies needed proper protectors to protect their sweetness.
If Bruce could sense what the wolf was thinking, he would tell him that he was experiencing so much pleasure, it was impossible for him to cum, and thus found out pleasure could be used as an implement of torture. Deep down, he knew that he would only be able to cum if the wolf’s cock was in his pussy. As that tongue licked his cervix, he felt this was a new meaning to the expression ‘cervix kissing’, and was ready to throw the last of his dignity to the wind as the wolf’s nose kept bumping into his g-spot. What was even worse was the fur; it was just rough enough to cause a slight itching sensation all around his pussy, a teasing sensation that was driving even his exhausted body wild. He licked his lips and prayed this was what the wolf wanted to hear,
“Please, Alpha… I need your cock. I need to cum so bad; I need your knot.” The wolf slowly withdrew his snout, again licking the areas where there had been minute traces of blood, the last remnants of his mate’s puppy hood. The pup sighed in relief as his snout fully came out and he took a moment to really look at him; though he looked gorgeous on the breeding bench that had been updated from what the elders had used before to be more comfortable, he still looked a bit uncomfortable. The pup had no energy to run or fight, so, with great care concerning his claws, undid the straps and slowly moved the limbs so the pup didn’t hurt himself by rolling off the bench. When the pup slid forward as he bonelessly flopped, the wolf was quick to slide under him and carry him to their bed.
Their bed was a single (doubles were reserved for mates like Jim and Jonathan or Oz and Zsasz) but they would get a better one when they next went into the city. The pup had no energy to do more than rest on his knees as the wolf positioned him, so, to give him a little support, as he placed his cock at the entrance of his pussy, he maneuvered his head under the pup’s left arm. As he eased his way in, he noticed the pup’s tender, swollen nipple appeared to be leaking milk if his nose was correct, which was confirmed by his tongue when he licked the nipple. He pulled out but nuzzled as close as he could to that pretty little nipple and licked it again, hoping to get more milk. As much as his human side had bungled their mating, he almost wished he was in control now so they could get the milk properly with the human’s lips.
Bruce had no control over his limbs anymore, he was little more than a marionette on a string that the wolf could pull any way he wished; a limp little fuck toy as his g-spot and prostate were simultaneously pounded and his poor, over-sensitized nipples licked and lightly milked. As the wolf reached down to play with his swollen clit and piercing, Bruce couldn’t even feel embarrassed as he drooled a little, far too over stimulated. The truth was, he needed something to focus on, and that was when he realized the pacifier gag had only been loosened so he could speak; it was still dangling around his neck. He tried so hard to get his hand to cooperate and put the binky back in, but his muscles were little more than cold, wet spaghetti and he whined in frustration.
The wolf was enjoying his drink when the pup whined and looked up to see what was wrong, only to see him trying to get the soother back in his mouth. He removed his hand from the pup’s clit and managed to get the soother back into the pup’s mouth, who happily grabbed it and sucked on it as the hand went back to his clit. If his puppy wanted to suck on a binky while being mated, the wolf wouldn’t deny him; he looked like an adorable little baby with that binky in his mouth.
The wolf didn’t even realize how close he was to cumming until his tapered cock was locked in place in the birthing canal and his knot inflated. The wolf felt some of his human mind return as he emptied such a load into the pup, one that actually filled the tummy and womb so much, his pup looked a little pregnant. A sight that caused him to spurt even more cum into the pup’s womb, which spurred him to pull his head out from under the pup’s arm, and instead bite the pup on the arm, not savagely but enough to break the skin and inject werewolf venom into the pup. An action which, combined with his inflated knot tormenting his g-spot, was enough to bring about the fifth and final orgasm, one that just seemed to drag on. The last action Bruce felt before total exhaustion gripped him, was the tight feeling of being rotated on the knot so Alfred could get at his other nipple; apparently the wolf wasn’t quite done with his snack.
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“So, Bats, does this mean we can have pasta? The one thing I’ve missed about being human was that jerk Alpha we had before Alfred never let us eat anything that wasn’t natural.” Jason Todd, thirteen, complained as he and Raven (no last name), seven, helped Bruce put their groceries away in the pantry of Wayne Manor. Jason had taken to calling Bruce ‘Bats’ thanks to the tattoo he got only a couple years ago, during his party boy days; Bruce had been so drunk he didn’t know what he asked for, but was thankful he got a bat instead of a rat or, even worse, a cat.
“Sure, I can make plenty kinds of pasta dishes; spaghetti, stuffed ravioli’s, tortellini, gnocchi, and, before this whole incident, I had just found a recipe for baked ziti that I wanted to try. Do you like pasta, Raven?” Bruce asked the dark-haired girl that had been attached at his hip since his first day as part of the pack. Bruce had been utterly terrified of everyone and everything as Alfred introduced him but Bridgit Pike, twenty-one and unmated, and Raven had taken the position of his guides and bodyguards.
“I’ll try anything as long as tofu isn’t in it; I hated tofu even before I became a wolf.” Raven’s monotonous voice was quiet but she saw no need to raise her voice. She explained to her new leader that her… peculiar abilities told her that the pup growing in Bruce’s womb was her mate.
“No tofu for you, and no pork for me; there are still plenty of recipe possibilities for us to try.” Bruce remarked as he put more of the meat the pack had hunted beforehand into the new, jumbo freezer he had told Lucius to buy, making sure not to touch the pork. Alfred had suggested throwing the pork away, but Bruce argued it would be a tremendous waste so Tim Drake, Conner Kent, and Billy Batson all took the time to carefully wrap, label, and store the pork in the freezer truck Lucius had brought so it didn’t touch any of the other meats. Almost three days after he had joined the pack, and two days after his first transformation, Bruce, Bridgit, Raven, Jason, and little Ivy Pepper, only five when her father was framed for the murder of his parents, had walked in on the Dominants of the pack arguing. Apparently, the owner of the small house they had bought for the winter was backing out of the deal despite the contract and refusing to give them their money back. Thankfully, out of respect for the Amish, Bruce had turned his phone off before hiding it in the secret pocket in his hoody, so it still had some battery life; he called Lucius, gave him directions on how to find him and asked him to bring a change of clothes and one of their more bloodthirsty lawyers. By the time the lawyer was done with the contract and the scumbag, not only did they have their money back, but a good chunk of his own for violating the contract. That was how Alfred found out Bruce, his mate, was also Bruce Wayne; the looks on the Dominants’ and Oswald’s faces had been rather amusing. Not as amusing as this morning when, in response to Bruce’s request to arrange transport for the entire pack to Wayne Manor, Lucius had acquired them a double-decker tour bus, but still amusing.
“Heads-up, Little Alpha, but I don’t think Ivy is leaving the conservatory any time soon; she’s fallen in love with the room and is planning what plants she wants to put in there.” Helena Bertinelli, twelve, informed Bruce as she came in holding little Cassandra Caine, only about five-years-old, who started making grabby hands as soon as she saw Bruce. They had found her wondering the woods only three months ago and she hadn’t really clicked with any of the adults… until Bruce walked in while she was crying, Jonathan handed her to him, and she quieted down almost immediately.
“That’s alright, just so long as she does her homework and shows up for meals, I don’t mind; we can make it her chore to look after the garden. The others settle on their rooms OK?” Bruce asked as he picked up Cassandra and set her on the island.
“Yup; Tim and Conner are roommates, then we have Billy and Barry, Raven and I are sharing, Jason has your old room, and Cassandra has a room close to yours.” Helena rattled off as she helped make sure everything was safely put away and nothing was going to fall out when they opened a cabinet door.
“You sure your OK with me taking your room, Bats?” Jason called from the pantry.
“It’s fine Jason; it’s the heir suite so, as the oldest alpha of your generation, it fits.”
“So long as you’re sure Luv.” Alfred said as he came into the kitchen, the others standing at attention until Alfred waved them off. He was accompanied by Jim Gordon, the pack’s top tracker, and his mate, Jonathan Crane, the pack’s chemist, as well as Victor Fries, widow, and the one who figured out how to freeze their food to last longer.
“Jonathan, Victor, you two pick out spots for your home labs?” Bruce ignored Alfred for the moment.
“Yes, we have, thank you Al- Bruce.” Jonathan and the others had tried calling Bruce Alpha, but he told them all to just call him Bruce, a familiarity they were still getting used to.
“Good, Jim, how are Zsasz and Jeremiah doing with upgrading security?” Jim quickly responded,
“Quite well, they are looking for all unguarded areas; Billy, Jerome, and Barry are helping them search.” Bruce just nodded as he finished putting the last of the groceries away. The others, save Jason, stood awkwardly as the two Alphas seemed to be charging the room with tense energy. Jason was ready to move the minute Alfred moved towards Bruce, only for Victor to say,
“Alright, pups, your Alphas need to deal with things so lets vacate. Move it.” Victor may be the most laid-back of the pack, but he was blunt and not someone you wanted to annoy.
“Thank you, Victor.” Alfred sighed as the pack’s blunt Beta cleared the room, not even Jason was arguing, and the little shit had been doing his damnedest to cockblock Alfred these last few days, even getting the younger kids like Barry and Cassandra pretend to have nightmares so Bruce often wound up spending the night with the pups.
“Real subtle that one, isn’t he?”
“And yet you’ve managed to make fast friends with him and almost everyone in the pack, the only one still holding out is Jerome, and that’s because he’s jealous how quickly you became friends with Jeremiah and Ecco.”
“Yeah, I don’t know how I managed that considering making friends is not my forte; in school I was often called a dork, a freak, and a loser.” Alfred tempered his wolf down at the mention of someone being disrespectful to their mate and instead replied,
“Well, we all like you, and you seem born for the roll of Alpha; you are opening your home to the pack, taking care of finances by giving the others jobs in Wayne Industries and investing our small funds into solid stocks, being so open and available to the pups.” Bruce sighed as he turned around and responded,
“So help me, if this has anything to do with you ego I’m going to sma-hmph!” Bruce was unable to finish his thought as Alfred slammed their lips together and started rubbing Bruce’s nipples through his shirt.
“Fuck, you know if you do that you are going to make me start lactating again!” Bruce tried to argue even as Alfred nibbled his neck.
“Good, then I can get you a new shirt and prove I’m a good Alpha for you; please Luv, let me show I can be a good Alpha and a good Daddy. I’ve tried giving you the ten days but I need you so bad.” Alfred had desperately been trying to honour the tradition of giving your mate ten days to acclimate to being a werewolf, but it was proving to be impossible as he just wanted to be buried in his mate again. Bruce also hated to admit it, but he wanted Alfred too, maybe not as intensely as how they had gone when Alfred claimed him, but his own wolf wanted to be close to Alfred.
“Alfred, the pack is literally scattered throughout the house and I’m not up for anyone walking in on us or scarring the pups.” Bruce tried to argue as Alfred slipped a leg between Bruce’s and started rubbing at his pussy through his slacks.
“Then it’s a good thing I had Jerome, Bridgit, and Jonathan all volunteer to get the pups together and get some new clothes, and Jim is going to make sure that trio don’t cause trouble. And the other Dominants have been teasing me over how you’re such a Good Little Alpha.” Bruce flushed at Jerome’s nickname for him and, he could admit he was starting to feel a little horny (damn pregnancy hormones) and so relented.
“Alright, but let’s use the back stairs to get to my ro- our room.” Bruce tried not to think about the fact he was about to fornicate in the room he was probably conceived in. Alfred didn’t need to be told twice and slung Bruce, gently, over his shoulder and raced up the back stairs which led to the master suite. Bruce wondered just how fast wolves could move as it wasn’t long before they were in their room and Alfred was helping him strip out of his clothes, practically tearing his own off as well. Alfred started by kissing Bruce’s still flat stomach but in a couple of months would become bigger and swollen as their child developed.
“You hoping for a girl or a boy?” Bruce asked as Alfred trailed a hand down and started playing with his clit, causing him to whimper.
“If they’re lucky, they’ll come out as perfect as you are.” Alfred groaned as he thought of the pup growing inside his perfect mate. He couldn’t help instructing,
“Alright mate, this is your father talking, so listen up; your mummy is a pretty little Baby so don’t you go kicking his bladder all night or causing him problems. You just be a cute little bugger so he won’t mind giving you a couple brothers and sisters.” Bruce rolled his eyes even as his body started properly reacting to Alfred’s touching as he responded,
“A) I doubt the little thing even has ears right now, B) you better not refer to me as baby in front of the pup, and C) -”
“C) If you can talk like this when I’m supposed to be melting your brain, then I obviously need to raise the heat a little.” So saying, Alfred dove down and started licking, nipping, and slurping up his slick.
“Fuck, you have to be so filthy when you do that, don’t you?” Bruce gasped out as he felt the tongue lengthen again, one of Alfred’s favourite tricks apparently.
“I’m a wolf, Luv; being filthy is our business, and don’t act like you don’t get a bit wetter when I call you my little boywife.” Satisfied at the wetness, Alfred flipped his mate onto his stomach, making sure to place a pillow under his stomach so there was some cushioning in case Alfred got too rough. Alfred then rammed his cock into Bruce’s pussy which fluttered tightly around his cock, making both parties groan. Alfred then pulled out, only to ram back in, hitting Bruce’s g-spot dead on, causing Bruce to whine.
“Fuck, a little stretching would have been appreciated.” Bruce whined as Alfred reached forward with a hand and started playing with his nipple.
“Please forgive Daddy puppy, I feel like I’ve been hard since you woke up the next day and I could barely get close enough to enjoy your scent before Bridgit or one of the pup’s would draw you away. I’ll be more gentle next time but my wolf is demanding a mating or he might force the issue.” Bruce shivered in more than present pleasure as he remembered that infernal snout in his over-sensitive pussy.
“Please tell me, Dr. Jekyll, that Mr. Hyde doesn’t do that often or I am hiding when he wants to play.” Bruce begged as Alfred’s other hand reached down to play with his clit.
“Oh, I wouldn’t advise that; the wolf likes being Daddy too and, if he thinks you’re being cheeky or playful, he’ll pin you face-down on the nearest surface, then run his tongue all over your clit, pussy, and ass until you beg for his cock.” Bruce shivered but also clenched at that idea, prompting Alfred to tease with a sharp pinch and sharp thrust,
“Ooh, does Baby like that idea? Pinned down, your binky in your mouth, and just pleasured until your pussy is drooling, begging for a cock? Does my pretty boywife like his Daddy pinning him him down and making him take everything he can dish out? Admit you liked it when the wolf and I pleasured you so much you passed out, liked us marking you with our cum.” Bruce felt his orgasm approaching but refused to say something so… filthy.
“I’m not saying anything of the kind!” Bruce yelped as Alfred suddenly spanked him, only to then stroke the flesh.
“Seems like my Baby has a naughty side; you clenched pretty little pussy pretty hard at that.”
“Yeah, because it hurt, Muttley! Oh!” Bruce gasped as his clit was spanked instead.
“Fuck, I need more hands to properly handle you, don’t I? Maybe I should speak to Jeremiah; he loves to tinker and I think he would like to make some kind of hybrid. A beaded dildo happily vibrating in your ass, something to slap your pretty ass, me in front, loving your pussy, sucking on your nipples and drinking your milk, and slapping your little clit until you cum, and it’s up to me if we stop or I just stick another vibrator in your pussy while I get my second win.” Alfred kept moving his hands so Bruce never knew what was going to be touched next; his tit, his clit, a slap to his ass or clit, there was no rhyme or reason, so finally Bruce called out,
“Fuck, please Daddy! Mark me as your pretty boywife with your cum so other wolves know not to touch me!” Unknown to Bruce, Alfred’s warm blue eyes shifted to yellow as the wolf surged to the foreground.
“As my pretty boywife wants, he gets.” Alfred then pounded Bruce’s ass as he reached up and played with his nipples until he came, shooting fresh cum into Bruce’s cervix which in turn made Bruce cum until he collapsed on the pillow cradling his tummy. Alfred then turned Bruce around so he was on his back and he could gently pet the stomach holding his pup.
“Next round, I’ll be much more gentle, I promise.” Alfred promised as he kissed his mate’s collarbone.
“Yeah, well next round is going to have to wait a little while as I have things that still need to be done. Hey!” Bruce yelped as he started rising from the bed, only to be pinned down and have his hands tied to the bed by way of some red silk scarves Alfred must have found during his examination of the house.
“You know, as good as you look in black, you really look stunning in red.” Alfred remarked as he got some thing’s ready.
“Alfred! Let me up! I have things to do!”
“Well I am well behind on a promise I made you.” Alfred remarked as he went through a drawer.
“What promise, you sex maniac?”
“I promised you three orgasms a day, and I’ve been neglecting you for three days, so that was one of the nine backlog and, once we’re up-to-date with those orgasms, we can begin on today’s orgasms.” The grin on Alfred’s face was fucking feral as Bruce looked at him gobsmacked before whimpering,
“Please tell me you’re joking; the others will be back soon!”
“I doubt that as I told them to make sure everyone had suitable clothes for winter, as well as some plushies for the pups, including one for my little Baby. Now, if you don’t mind, all this talk of pleasuring little Babies is making me a little, uh, thirsty.” Alfred could have been a cat creature with how he purred in that moment as he leaned down, first to insert a special rabbit vibe with a pointed clit vibe into his mate’s pussy.
“Oh fuck, no please! Not that one! It hooks onto my piercing! It’s going to drive me crazy!” Bruce pleaded as the vibrator went in, then, because Alfred was a bastard, he placed his thigh at the other end of the vibrator so it had no choice but to stay in his pussy. As Alfred latched on Bruce’s nipple, he turned on the vibrator, and listened to his Baby whine.
“OH! Fuck, Daddy! Please! Please, ju-just let me r-rest a moment then I’ll do wh-whatever you w-want! This is too, too much! Mmph!” As Alfred placed his baby’s binky in his mouth, he was determined to show his puppy that, if there was one place he could take care of his baby best, it was pleasuring him until his brains melted out of his pussy. As he heard the wolf growl in his mind, he answered back, ‘Alright, Lassie, WE are the best at pleasuring him. Relax; you’ll get your turn with him, just remember that image that got him excited; pin him on his stomach, then lick that delicious ass and pussy for all it’s worth.’ As the wolf howled in his mind, he knew the pup would be too tired to get out of bed, leaving Alfred with the pleasure of feeding and looking after his baby. After all, even for a werewolf, twelve orgasms was a lot for one body.