Little Cub

~Alpha Varg

Oh, that little cub with scent like rain and Jasmine, that pulls at me in ways I hated to admit. Intoxicating.

From the very first day she stepped her feet in this house, I recognized it.

The way she left me hunting, searching for her like I was a predator hunting down a prey.

Her eyes… the curve of her lips when she talks to my daughter. The way she walks so innocently, ignorant that she's the one the moon goddess has chosen for me.

Chosen to be mine.

To be claimed by me.

To be broken without restraint, and fucked deep with a massive cock, that would leave her screaming, yet begging for more.

Today, watching her sit by the poolside, wearing those tiny laces that covered nothing but her nipples and the labes of her pussy.

I could fucking see her wet cunt dripping for me.

I knew it was for me. It couldn't be anyone else.

The way her fingers danced restlessly against the table like she couldn't bear one more second sitting on that chair that couldn't sate the hunger burning inside of her.

My scent was doing dirty things to her, and that only made her look tasty, boobs bouncing every time she adjusted on the chair. I couldn't see her nipples yet, but I could tell they would look just as tasty as her cunt smelled.

The smell came to me with the wave of a wind, taking over the smell of the water, and even the grilled fish by the corner.

By the time I was done talking to Ember, I walked away, feeling the monster between my legs go rock-hard.

I groaned under my breath, tightening my fist.

Because I knew…

If my daughter wasn't there, I would throw that young wolf into the water, tie her hands to the pool stairs and fuck that tasty cunt with every release of adrenaline that rushed through my nerves.

Moments later, sitting in the home bar, gripping my glass of whiskey like it was the only thing I could transfer the pressure running in my veins, I smelled her again.

That sweet cunt that stirred up my adrenaline, hastening the blood rushing within me, clinging to my skin so tight, my veins stretched.

I felt the jolt of my cock.

My body moved before my mind could agree.

Her scent.

It pulled at me and I followed like I was spell-bound, grunting under my breath as it led me to where she was.

The guest toilet.

She leaned against the wall like a slut begging to be fucked, legs spread open, lacy panty shifted to one side, as she tried to slip her finger inside the hole that was meant for me.

Just me.

Watching her, I felt something drip from my cock.

Pre-cum.

I stepped forward.

She noticed my presence even before I came into a clear view.

I held her gaze and stepped inside the bathroom, closing the distance between us with biting strides that left her gasping for breath.

Her innocence made me want to fuck her right there.

She stepped backward with each step that brought me closer to her.

But she certainly couldn't disappear into the walls.

Perfect.

I pinned her with my big arms beside her head, then let the heat from my skin and my fingers on her delicate thighs do the burning.

She gasped with every trail of my finger on her skin, the blazing hunger evident in each flicker of her eyes.

My cock rose hard and harder, my gaze shifting between her cleavage and her lips, while my fingers glided on the inside of her thighs, hovering just where her slick poured heavily, right before the lips of her pussy.

For a moment, I wanted to shove my hand deep inside her, bend her against the wall and push my growling monster dick right inside her leaking pussy.

But then I twisted my fist against the wall.

The young wolf standing in front of me was my daughter's best friend.

I shouldn't do this.

But she was meant for me. If she ever gets broken, I should be the one who did it..

I want her virgin blood to be spilled around nothing but my cock.

When the time is right.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself.” I warned before pulling away, my fingers covered in her slime.

As I walked out of the bathroom, my cock felt heavier than when I had walked in.

I hurried upstairs and sealed myself in the dungeon of my room with a heavy slam on the door. The noise echoed in the hallways and living room.

But despite that, the slam wasn't as heavy as my cock.

I breathed.

It was hard, dangling under my shorts, the tip pushing against it like it was going to burst through it.

I locked the door and made it to the bed. I dragged my shorts down from my waist and my long, fat leaking cock sprung out and shot my abs, the precum she had caused dripping off its tip.

I sat on the bed, my weight sinking into it.

My fingers wrapped around my large fifteen inches, they could barely go around it.

It twitched under my touch.

I gasped.

That young girl who I’d seen as a teenager, after her parents passed tragically. Ember was her comforter during that difficult time before she left for the city with her uncle.

Now, she made an ice-cold Alpha go hard. Made me leak in my shorts without even pulling a finger.

Her scent had me searching every corner, looking for her cunt to devour.

Fuck!

I reached for my drawer and grabbed a bottle of oil. I didn't remember whining the cover open, just the sound of it as it fell to the ground, useless in that moment.

I pressed some of the content onto my hard cock.

It was warm, like the feel of her slick.

I spread the oil around my cock and my balls too, fingers gliding smoothly through the rough veiny surface.

I recalled the way her lips spread open by just feeling the heat from my skin. The feel of her smooth skin against my palm.

My fingers moved against my cock… from the tip downward. I massaged slowly, increasing my pace with every image of her tasty boobs that appeared in my head.

I stroked, shutting my eyes, soft groans escaping my lips.

The slight feel of her virgin cunt earlier.

It would break the moment my cock penetrated it. She would cry. Scream. Beg me to stop.

But I wouldn't.

I would go harder, pound her pussy like it was the only way I would cum.

My cock got harder with each stroke I gave it, strengthening, the tip swelling, pulse racing.

It looked sore like it needed someone to suck cum out of it.

Her.

Like it needed to bend that fucking young wolf in half, spread her virgin cunt apart and ruin it in a thousand different ways.

My other hand reached for my balls. I rubbed on it, softly squeezing it, my groans echoing in the walls of my room, the other hand still palming my cock. Harder.

Then I felt it coming.

My cum.

I didn't stop. I continued stroking relentlessly.

Palm and fingers moving in circles on the body of my large cock, my fucking groans hitting the walls of the room.

Then… it burst out.

Thin and long stream of cum, shot on my abs, soiling my hand and my shorts.

I gasped, wiping myself with the nearest towel I could find close to me.