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Demons didn’t sleep, so the slow drag back from unconsciousness was something Iggy usually associated with a lot of drug use. This felt very similar to that only where his head was normally still thick from whatever magic shit he’d been smoking, his thoughts were surprisingly clear.
Was he sober? Fuck, it had been a while since that had happened.
Apparently, the trade-off for his sobriety was an uncomfortably familiar wrongness throughout his whole body. With a little more effort than it would usually have taken, he pushed himself up to his knees.
Shit. Yeah, his powers were being dampened.
The room around him was almost pitch black, but suppressed abilities or not, demons had excellent night vision, plenty good enough to see the large salt circle drawn around him. It was far larger than it really needed to be just for one demon, probably around fifteen feet, and still didn’t fill the whole concrete looking basement he had been imprisoned in.
A fucking salt circle would explain why he felt so cunting human but gave no hints as to who had captured him or how.
It also didn’t explain why he was dressed the way he was
The dress was made of a soft light material, a red skirt connecting to a black corset with red ribbons over a low-cut white shirt with short ruffled sleeves and neckline. The corset wasn’t done up properly but was certainly tight enough to be felt.
It’s unbelievably short, barely covering his ass and even with no breeze to worry about down here, the smallest movement risking baring his panties. He paused his examination to lift the front of the skirt. Yep, he was still wearing his own lace underwear. A little more rummaging confirmed that his captors had put him in a bra that didn’t quite match his panties but came damn close.
This wasn’t the sort of dress someone had lying around, thought had gone into this. For fucks sake, he was even wearing opaque white stockings with little red bows on the front that matched the skirt.
It looked old fashioned, like something a little German girl might-
Little Red Riding Hood.
It was probably a fucking Halloween costume.
He snorted. Okay, that was funny.
It also gave him a suggestion of who had him. He couldn’t believe the fucking dogs of the Brotherhood had gotten the drop on him. Vampires and witches he at least had a passing respect for, but werewolves? Ugh, he needed to get out of here before he started to smell like a wet dog.
He climbed to his feet, fixing one stocking that started to slip without really thinking about it. The Brotherhood had apparently decided his outfit wasn’t complete without heels, and while they were only a couple of inches, black with a single strap to match the theme of his clothes naturally, he had only ever worn heels very briefly to satisfy a partner’s fetish, and he was rather unsteady on them.
The lights came on before he could even consider removing them.
He blinked a little against the sudden brightness, but his eyes adjusted quickly. Salt could weaken him and cut him off from a lot of his powers, but it couldn’t change his physiology.
The door on the other end of the room opened, and the unmistakable form of Maero entered, locking the door behind him. He leant on the bannister of the stairs down to the room, smirking nastily.
Jesus, this fucker was smug.
“Aren’t you a fucking sight?” Maero said.
Iggy picked deliberately at the hem of his dress. “I think I’m pulling it off.”
“You aren’t.” Maero said, sounding annoyed that Iggy was so casual about the situation. “But you got caught in a trap – my trap – and that is fucking gorgeous.”
Iggy grinned back, letting his mouth stretch a little wider than a human could manage. “I’m sure my corpse would give you an even bigger boner. So how come you have me playing dress-up instead?”
“You killed Jessica.” Maero started descending the stairs, his boots making a very thud on each step.
“Who?” Where was Peirce when you needed him? Fucking shit remembered everything.
That was apparently the wrong question.
Maero vaulted the bannister, leaping across the remaining distance to the edge of the salt circle, eyes turning yellow, apparently fighting down a transformation.
“Jessica, my mate, you murdered her in cold blood!” Maero yelled.
Oh yeah, Iggy did remember her.
“Technically,” he drawled, “you killed her.”
He thought it might be enough to piss Maero off enough to step into the circle, maybe kick a gap in the neat ring while he did so, but surprisingly he just started laughing.
“ You killed my mate, demon, and so I think it’s only fair you take over some of her duties.” His eyes faded back to their usual brown and he reached up and pulled his shirt off over his head. “My rut is coming up, and I’m going to need a bitch to fuck.”
Iggy swallowed. That could be unpleasant.
“That what the get up is for? You like your men in dresses?” Maero would have to get into the circle if he wanted to do anything, and Iggy had killed in salt circles before, he could do it again. Maero reached into his pocket and pulled out a clear plastic bottle and tossed it into the circle and Iggy looked away from Maero to watch it land.
Lube; he recognised the labelling.
“I don’t like men at all, but I’m making an exception.” Maero’s boots joined his shirt in a pile. “The dress is for your benefit, to match your cute little underwear.”
Iggy rolled his eyes. Disappointingly boring.
Maero undid the front of his pants, letting them drop to the ground and stepping out of them in one motion. He wasn’t wearing underwear and his cock was hanging soft between his legs. Even soft his dick was huge, and Iggy swallowed.
That definitely wasn’t boring.
Maero reached down and took his dick in one hand, nonchalantly rubbing himself to hardness. It swelled under his hand, growing even larger.
“It’s a shame you don’t have a real cunt to put this in, but we’ll make do.” Maero was smiling darkly, his eyes turning yellow again, his teeth lengthening. “I’m owed a mate.”
Iggy’s mouth felt a little dry and it took some effort to tear his gaze away from Maero’s cock back up his face. “Come in here and say that.”
Maero laughed.
Brown, almost black, fur sprouted from his skin starting at his back and spreading across his chest and down his limb. He grew in all directions, shoulders broadening, limbs thickening, gaining at least two feet in height, and he had not started as a small man. His hands shifted into something a little paw like, still with human fingers but thicker and with large claws.
His legs gained an extra bend with very traditional paws at the end with equally monstrous claws at the end. His face elongated, gaining a muzzle and large wickedly sharp teeth.
Iggy was no stranger to fighting werewolves, he had been killing Maero’s people for months, but Maero was the largest he had ever seen, with none even to be considered as competition.
He took half a step back, almost stumbling on his heels.
Maero laughed again, a sound deep enough now that the bass rumbled in Iggy’s chest.
“Thank you for the invitation,” he said, and stepped into the salt ring, very deliberately not brushing it out of place.
Iggy frantically summoned whatever dregs of his abilities he could muster, but already knew it wouldn’t be enough and dressed as he was, he stood no chance in a purely physical fight. He couldn't help but look back down at Maero’s crotch, taking in the changes to his penis.
It had of course grown even larger, its pink tip poking out of a mass of dark fur, each one of his balls almost the size of Iggy’s fist. He instinctually clenched his asshole, fearful of treatment it was about to be subjugated to.
The floor creaked under Maero’s weight as he stalked towards Iggy. His teeth were bared in what Iggy supposed was a smile.
The fur on the left side of Maero’s face, where Iggy had fucked with his tattoo ink, was missing, instead replaced by ugly burnt skin.
He reached out one clawed hand to grab Iggy. Iggy slid under it, fist slamming into Maero’s side but without his extra strength he might as well have punched a mountain. He had nowhere to back up to, the salt pushing a solid barrier up behind him and Maero was so large he could reach Iggy no matter where he retreated to.
He liked to think he put up a good fight, considering, but it was only several seconds before Maero had him by the back of his dress, feet barely scraping the ground.
He slammed into the ground, the air knocked out of him, and while he gasped for breath, was flipped over onto his front and his hips forcibly raised. Maero’s claws dug into the flesh of Iggy’s ass as the skirt of his dress was flipped up, bearing him even further to Maero’s hungry gaze.
“It’s a miracle that you can fit this ass into jeans as tight as yours.” Maero’s breath was hot against Iggy’s thighs who shivered a little at the thought of how close that set of teeth was to him. He was in a fucking shit situation and had no smart ideas of how to get out.
He let out a startled sound as Maero ran his cold, wet tongue up the back of Iggy’s thigh coming up to just touch the back of his panties. The werewolf closed his massive jaws around the lace, almost tenderly, before jerking his head sharply, tearing the material away in on motion and tossing them to the side.
Iggy pressed his thighs together, hating the display of weakness but desperate to cover himself. He suspected he would have felt less bare totally naked than like this, on his hands and knees with his too short skirt flipped up and his panties laying yards away. He could feel Maero’s eyes crawling over him like spiders.
Maero chuckled, licking Iggy again, in one long line up the back of his balls and over his asshole. Satisfied, Maero mounted him.
His front paws slammed down in front of Iggy, his elbows framing his head, his crotch somewhere just a little above Iggy’s presented ass. The immense weight of the werewolf was pressing down on his back, thoroughly pinning him in place.
“There,” Maero said, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through Iggy. “Doesn’t that feel better.”
“Eat shit.”
Maero laughed. His mouth was only inches from Iggy’s ear and his breath smelt exactly as Iggy had imagined it would.
“You know,” Maero said, and Iggy froze as something large and hot poked at his rear. Maero’s cock dribbled a little precome onto the small of Iggy’s back before pushing it’s way between Iggy’s cheeks. Maero lazily fucked Iggy’s crack as he continued. “I can fuck you dry, if I want, but it will break you in half.”
It wasn’t a lie, without lube this wasn’t going to be an experience Iggy walked away from.
“So, you have two options: I can prepare you, but I won’t be turning back,” The paws by Iggy’s head dug into the ground digging shallow grooves into the wood; having those inside him was an option. “Or, you can ready yourself.”
Iggy swallowed but didn’t say anything. The god-damn, motherfucking cunt.
“Would you like me to let you prep yourself for me?”
He couldn’t say no; his insides would be shredded. Survival was more important than pride, if he lived through today he could have revenge.
“Yes,” Iggy forced out. His hands curled into fists, furious at the concession.
“Ask nicely, like a good bitch. Say please. ” Maero punctuated the request with a particularly forceful thrust back forward, shoving Iggy a couple of inches along the ground.
When he dismantled the Brotherhood, he wasn’t going to let a single fucking dog walk free and he was going to make Maero watch his pack be put down.
“Please.”
Maero growled, low and satisfied. “Properly.”
Iggy flushed with a combination of embarrassment and pure rage.
“Please let me prep myself to be fucked by you.”
Maero’s cock pulsed against his ass.
“Good Girl,” he murmured into Iggy’s ear, stretching to grab the bottle of lube from where he’d thrown it. He picked it up, just a little clumsily in his hand, but instead of passing it to Iggy only moved it closer, putting it back down again just out of Iggy’s reach, before resettling, applying even more weight to Iggy’s back.
Iggy didn’t bother complaining; he reached out, gritting his teeth as he realised this made his position even more humiliating, lowering his shoulders and pushing his ass up more desperately against Maero’s relaxed humping. His fingers brushed the base of the bottle, shifting it a fraction of an inch further away.
He swallowed and edged forward, only for a large clawed hand to thud down onto his back, shoving him even more firmly to the floor.
He couldn’t get any grip on the floor with his fucking shoes, and he squirmed uselessly under Maero’s mass.
Fucking shit balls.
He doubted this was Maero’s intent, the dog didn’t seem to know much about demons in general, but he summoned up the pathetic remainder of his power and focused on the bottle.
A line of sweat ran down his forehead.
The bottle tumbled over, and he closed his fingers around the top of the bottle, dragging it close to him like a lifeline. He was panting. Fuck that had taken too much effort.
“Clever girl,” Maero said above him, and lifted his hand, giving Iggy a little more room to play with. Using the claw of his index finger he hooked under the strap of Iggy’s bra and pulled it away from back before letting it snap back into place. Iggy flushed and pretended it was from anger.
Before Iggy could enjoy his new freedom Maero settled back over him, his barrel chest pushing down on Iggy’s back, pressing him back to the floor.
Iggy fumbled with the cap of the bottle, squeezing lube out onto his fingers. He hesitated and then squeezed out even more. He was going to need a lot of slick to ease this mating.
He reached awkwardly behind him, cringing as he had to slip his hand under Maero’s cock, still resting heavily between his cheeks, to push two of his fingers into his ass. It was a familiar motion, he didn’t even want to guess at how many times he’s lubed himself up in just this position, face to the ground and ass in the air. Normally of course he had an eager and willing partner behind him rather than a fucking half ton wolf humping his ass.
He took two and then three fingers easily, body very used to having all sorts of stuff shoved up there, from dicks, to drugs, to more sex toys than one human should really have access to.
Stretching himself open was only part of his concerns though, making sure he was very thoroughly coated with lube was going to make the difference between gritting his teeth and making it through this and bleeding to death from internal wounds to his god damn anus.
At least it would be an on brand way to go. Silver linings and all that.
He pulled his fingers out pouring more lube onto them, far more than he would use normally. Maero dragged his dick back down Iggy’s crack and then forward again. The head of his cock caught on Iggy’s rim and he jerked in shock. Maero laughed again, licking wet a line up the back of Iggy’s neck, just to make him squirm further.
“Keep going,” Maero rumbled.
The weight on Iggy’s back was oppressive, he could barely shift his shoulders enough to reach back behind him, penetrating himself with his fingers again.
He wiggled under Maero, trying to find an angle where he could push his fingers deeper into his passage. His hole was already sloppy with a ludicrous amount of lube for just his fingers, but the girth of Maero’s dick was branded into his mind. He managed to push his thumb in alongside his fingers but could barely push that in more than a couple of inches.
Even worse, the familiar stimulation was getting Iggy’s cock interested in the proceedings. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if that would somehow help, and prayed Maero wouldn’t notice.
He removed his hand again. He needed more lube, and maybe if he stopped fingering himself for a second his dick would get with the fucking program and chill out.
Lube dribbled down from Iggy’s hole over the back of his balls.
This position just wasn’t going to work for getting his fingers deep into himself, and even if he could convince Maero to let him rearrange himself, he needed deeper than anyone’s fingers could reach. His rim might be stretched enough to take Maero’s dick without breaking him, but he needed the lube to get far deeper into him than he was going to be able to reach.
The realisation that this wasn’t going to be enough hit him like a truck and for a moment he considered just letting Maero fuck him to death. Survival above pride, he reminded himself. He poured even more lube onto his hand before reaching back, this time not to fuck himself with his fingers, but to grab Maero’s cock, applying the lube directly to it.
Maero let out a long deep groan that put Iggy’s hair on end.
The werewolf’s dick felt even hotter under his hand, and the unfamiliar shape made his skin crawl as he struggled to coat it in enough lube. Maero stilled to aid the process, his dick still resting between Iggy’s buttocks.
Iggy ran his hand over every inch of Maero’s dick, Maero making satisfied grunts above him.
“I’m getting impatient,” Maero said, and his dick twitched in Iggy’s hand to prove it. “Finish up.”
Iggy pulled his hand sharply, grabbing the entire bottle of lube, barely managing to keep his grip on it. His hands were so slick. He fumbled behind himself, thinking again how much easier this would be in any other position. He turned it upside down, squeezing out another generous dollop just above his entrance, failing to suppress a shiver as the cold liquid slid down his crack over the sensitive skin of his rim. The rest of the lube he squirted onto the head of Maero’s cock, tossing the bottle to the side and once again forcing himself to wrap a hand around Maero.
He barely managed to spread the new lube around the head of Maero’s dick before Maero apparently ran out of patience.
He was physically adjusted again, his hips angled higher, and Maero shifted a few inches back, trailing his thick cock down between the cheeks of Iggy’s ass, until the head caught on his hole. Iggy tensed even as he tried to keep the muscles of his anus relaxed.
Using a hand to guide his aim, the head of Maero’s cock pushed at his entrance that protested the girth even after Iggy’s attempts to prepare himself. Iggy breathed in sharply as Maero pushed through the ring of muscle, into the tight heat of Iggy’s behind. They stayed like that, just the very head of Maero’s dick inside him, for several seconds that seemed simultaneously to stretch on for hours but was somehow still not long enough.
Iggy panted, tears forming at the corner of his eyes; just the head and it already felt like too much.
Maero’s paw slammed back down by Iggy’s head, the only warning Iggy had before Maero slammed the rest of his cock inside him.
Iggy cried out, but the noise was drowned under an animalistic snarl from Maero.
Maero’s dick felt even larger in him than he had imagined, his ass stretched impossibly wide. He hadn’t thought he had any parts of his body left unexplored but apparently Maero’s dick had found virgin parts of his asshole to violate, reaching deeper than anything Iggy had taken. A human body would have broken under this sort of violation, and his own demonic one was struggling.
He had had a lot of sex with a lot of people, many had treated him roughly and possessively, but he had never felt as thoroughly claimed as he did in that moment.
Not waiting for Iggy to adjust to the intrusion Maero pulled away, dragging his dick back along Iggy’s hole before thrusting back into him just as forcefully. Iggy saw stars and for a moment he thought he might pass out again.
“You’re nothing, Iggy,” Maero said above him, finally a little breathless. “Without the Saints propping you up, you’re nothing. I shouldn’t have even offered you twenty percent. I should have claimed you the moment I saw you, fucked you raw in front of your little pet.”
Iggy struggled to find something to say in response, anything, but with Maero still rutting into him his wit and voice abandoned him.
It was a hopeless effort, and fucking stupid, but out of desperation Iggy reached forward and tried fruitlessly to drag himself even a little away from Maero, as if Maero reaching an inch less of his rectum would make the whole thing manageable.
He didn’t even make it that inch before a set of terrifyingly sharp teeth clamped around the back of his neck, and Iggy froze.
Maero didn’t tear out his throat however, just held him firmly in place, like a dog would a bitch trying to escape it’s unwanted attention.
Fear delayed the response, the second Iggy realised he wasn’t about to be killed, heat pooled his groin and his cock, which had already been incriminatingly semi-erect hardened even further.
The whole thing felt like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He was used to bigger partners, he was an average sized man himself and had a preference for bigger men, but he had never experienced anything like this sort of size difference. Maero was huge, closer to nine feet than eight, and larger in every other direction than a human. Iggy felt tiny under him. The fur against the sensitive skin of his thighs made it impossible to forget he was being fucked by something barely a step above an animal. The fur of Maero’s chest stuck to the sheen of sweat covering his skin.
Maero’s dick was burning hot inside him as it continued to violate his ass, fucking him in short sharp thrusts now, jolting Iggy’s whole body with each movement. Each time Maero pushed into him, lube was squeezed out to make space, coating the insides of Iggy’s thighs. He was practically drenched in it.
His own cock was throbbing between his legs and he might have reached back to grab it if that wouldn’t have given away his arousal. Maero thrust deep into Iggy again, pushing him forward on the ground by several inches, heavy balls knocking against the back of Iggy’s thighs. Hysterically, Iggy had the sudden concern that dragging his knees on the floor would ruin his stockings.
The weight on his back was suffocating, his chest and shoulder pressed flat to the floor, completely trapped by Maero’s body. Maero finally released his throat, huffing and grunting above him as he continued to fuck into Iggy. Iggy was sweating profusely, both from exertion and the immense heat coming off the animal above him.
The dress clung uncomfortably, and the band of the bra was unpleasantly damp, and as humiliating as it was, he was glad the dress was so tiny, leaving him at least some air against his skin, even though it was hardly cool with the heat pouring off Maero.
His cock dribbled pre-come onto the floor and bounced noticeably with each powerful thrust of Maero’s hips.
“You’re already coming to accept your place,” Maero said, it sounded more like an animal’s snarl than words. “I knew you would be a fast learner.”
Iggy let out a deep groan that he had at some point intended to be words.
“You can deny it, but your little cock betrays you. You know your place is on the end of a better man’s cock.” Maero's voice was getting deeper and more breathless as his cock throbbed more intensely inside Iggy. “You were born to be a wolf’s bitch. Accept your role and you’ll finally be satisfied.”
Iggy swallowed, mouth dry, but he was determined to say something.
It was so hard to focus with Maero’s cock filling him so utterly, and his own dick pulsing with need.
“Eat. Shit,” he gasped out.
Maero let out a howling laugh.
The base of Maero’s cock was expanding slightly, catching on Iggy’s rim with each trust, stretching Iggy’s already abused hole even wide.
The fucking knot. How the shit did he forget about that?
He made another futile attempt to squirm away, fear peaking again as the knot inflated to an alarming size. Maero did nothing as drastic as bite him this time, just pin him more firmly while still fucking Iggy with increasing aggression. Even with his powers limited, he had managed to take Maero’s dick, but he was panicking over the idea of having to take more.
If he’d had a soul to give up, he’d have traded it for even a little bit more of his power.
Each time the knot was popped free of Iggy he was sure that this time there was no way it could possibly fit back in, and a tiny optimistic part of him hoped Maero would misjudge and the knot would expand outside of him. Every time, however, Maero managed to push it back in, despite Iggy’s protests, both physical and verbal.
If Maero noticed his cursing, he paid it no mind, snarling and panting as he neared completion. His back claws were scraping audibly against the ground as the huge wolf sought purchase to better push himself inside his too small mate.
Finally, Maero stopped thrusting, slamming himself deep inside Iggy one final time, the thick knot at the base of his cock swelling larger than Iggy thought possible.
Iggy keened, heeled shoes scrabbling at the ground instinctually, heat in his crotch peaking. His vision narrowed, orgasm hitting him unexpectedly, and his whole body shuddered in ecstasy, spasming on Maero’s dick.
His whole body was filled with heat, and he let out a voiceless, punctuated moan.
He panted as he came down from the high, still impaled on Maero’s cock, knot still huge inside him, vast amounts of hot come filling his insides.
Fuck.
Fucking cunt-nuggets.
He was so sensitive post orgasm, the tiniest moment from Maero behind him causing too intense pleasure to jolt through him, and Maero was not being careful in his movements. The chest above him was heaving as heavily as his own, and while the knot prevented him from fucking Iggy, he kept humping Iggy’s rear, rocking the knot forward and back inside him, huge, furry balls resting against Iggy’s own. Iggy could feel them twitch just before more come was released inside him.
His own small spatter of come on the floor between his legs was laughably trivial in comparison.
Maero apparently didn’t agree. Still panting and making a low grunt with each spurt of come, Maero reached under Iggy, using one clawed finger to gather up Iggy’s spend, bringing it around in front of Iggy’s face.
Maero laughed breathlessly, while Iggy craned his neck to look up at the hand. His face was still pressed to the floor by the sheer weight of Maero.
“See, I knew you would enjoy this.”
Iggy didn’t say anything, he didn’t know what there was to say. He had undeniably come and was still literally stuck on a werewolf’s knot. Anything he could say right now felt pointless.
“Eat it.” Maero said, pushing his finger more deliberately at Iggy’s mouth.
The fight apparently temporarily fucked out of, Iggy opened his mouth and lapped at the clawed finger, swallowing down his own bitter come. It wasn’t like he hadn’t done it before.
“Good girl,” Maero repeated, petting Iggy’s hair, before returning his hand to the ground. “You should get used to the taste, we’ll be seasoning all your food with it from now on. Matt thought in return for all your hilarious jokes about the noble brotherhood being dogs it was only right you eat from a dog bowl during your stay with us.”
Iggy frowned. This had been about survival; it wouldn’t do to become compliant now. He took a deep steadying breath. He needed to pull himself together.
Maero licked over the bite at his neck, almost tenderly, apparently thinking now that Iggy had come he had been turned into the submissive bitch Maero had wanted.
“Don’t worry about the bite. I can’t turn a demon, and even if I could, the Blessing of the Moon is an honour, not for bitches like you.”
Blessing of the Moon. Fucking hell. Shit like this was why no one liked werewolves.
Maero finally lifted his weight off Iggy and flipped one of his legs over Iggy’s back, spinning them so they were ass to ass. The suddenness of the change of position pulled a shocked squeak out of Iggy, and the knot shifted inside of him. His treacherous cock, which had been hanging soft between his thighs since he’d come, twitched with interest.
Fucking hell, he was a god damn slut.
Before he could further contemplate how apparently down for sex he was no matter the circumstances power hit him like a tidal wave.
Something had broken the salt circle.
It must have been Maero as he flipped around; even the smallest gap was enough. His body tingled with pins and needles as he realigned himself. This changed things.
He pictured his apartment and flexed his magic, but instead of appearing there, pain shot up from the base of his spine. For an awful second, he felt like he was being split in two and he dropped the spell, panting as the pain faded. Apparently, another supernatural creature being literally inside of him meant teleporting wasn’t an option.
Fine, this was fine. He just needed to get the Maero’s fucking dick out of his ass and he could bail.
He carefully pushed himself up to his hands, body protesting after being mistreated so much, but he was glad to finally have the space. Maero was half turned around to watch him but attached as they were there wasn’t a whole bunch he could do.
Iggy reached behind himself to where he was joined to Maero, part of marvelling at the feeling of his rim stretched so wide. Maero snorted, amused by Iggy’s efforts. He was even more assumed when Iggy forced his hand between his ass and Maero’s cock and pushed, testing if there was any way to get the knot out of him before it deflated.
Even using his other hand to drag his body forward he couldn’t shift the knot more than a fraction of an inch before ass protested and the pain of the stretch became too much.
Maero laughed. “You’re stuck little bitch, until I’m done with you.”
Maero was on all fours, but Iggy hadn’t appreciated how he had been couched down for Iggy’s benefit. Now he stood up to his full height without returning to being bipedal, lifting his hips several feet off the ground, dragging Iggy’s ass up with him.
Iggy yelped in shock, scrambling to get his feet under him so he could match the height. He almost turned over his ankle in his hurry. Maero walked in a tight circle, letting out a barking laugh as Iggy stumbled backwards, being led around by his ass. If Iggy was even a fraction slower than Maero the knot pulled unbearably at his hole.
Maero took mercy on him after less than a minute of this game, crouching back to the floor, allowing Iggy to return to his hands and knees, his ass tender in a whole new way.
“You aren’t going anywhere.” Maero said, unnecessarily, his point very much proven.
Iggy’s eyes were watering again. Shit, that had hurt. He couldn’t believe he was grateful to be back on his knees. In a very weird form of revenge he clenched around Maero, drawing a shocked noise from the wolf and more warm come injected into him.
His gut felt weird and the corset felt tighter than it had at the start.
Iggy put hand over his stomach and found a noticeable swell under the dress. Fuck, that was a lot of come.
He pressed down on the roundness of his belly and cramped sharply until he eased the pressure. Maero came again, and he felt his stomach expand minutely under his hand. Intrigued, he twisted so he could look down at himself. Under the pretty feminine dress, his inflated gut, full to bursting with werewolf spunk, looked uncomfortably like a pregnancy.
“It’s a shame,” Maero said, watching Iggy examine himself, “This is clearly what you were made for, to be a wolf’s bitch. So, it’s a shame that you fail even at this, unable to really get pregnant. You look so lovely filled with my seed, imagine how you would look fat with my pups.”
Iggy gritted his teeth, but his cock throbbed at the statement.
“I should have thought to bring a plug for when my knot comes down. We could have kept you like this for days, let you pretend you could fulfil the role of a real mate.” Maero was baring his teeth again in that twisted attempt to smile. “Next time perhaps.”
Iggy didn’t say anything but dropped his hand from his belly but not before tugging at the front of his dress, trying to make it sit more comfortably over his increased size.
“Don’t worry about your dress, we’ll bring you more. You’re to be collared like a mutt, but we’ll let you keep your pretty clothes.”
Iggy could feel the knot shrinking just a little inside him, and the knowledge he’d soon be free fuelled his courage.
“This how you treated your last bitch? Jessica, right?” He drawled.
Maero snarled, twisting further round, but there was no way to reach Iggy while they were still joined.
“Jessica was a proud wolf! When we mated it was a joining of equals, you are nothing but a lowly bitch here for my use.” Maero yelled, voice almost being lost in a growl.
Iggy laughed, feeling oddly elated. The knot was deflating even further. He was so close to being done. “Joining of equals? You were rutting like animals. There’s more honour to it when I fuck my whores.”
With a furious snarl, Maero pulled out of Iggy.
Iggy gasped in shock, almost losing his balance from the force of the removal. Come gushed out of his gaping hole, and down the back of his legs, more than he thought it was possible for him to hold, never mind for another living creature to produce in one session.
He pushed himself up to his knees, too dazed to vanish immediately as would have been the smartest choice. Now he was vertical, even more come slide down the inside of his legs, coating his thighs and the tops of the stocking. He was also granted an unexpected piece of modesty, the short skirt finally falling back into place, covering his gapping asshole if not all the wolf come leaking out of it.
He felt filthy in a way that was undeniably hot, and his cock was rock hard, sticking out horizontal to the ground, tenting the front of his dress.
“You think you can talk about Jessica, after what you did? I’m going to beat the lip out of you.”
Maero was back up on two feet, spinning around on Iggy, teeth bared now in a snarl rather than a grin. He grabbed for Iggy who somehow managed to make it up onto his feet and a couple of steps out of the werewolf’s reach.
Even balancing in the heels aside he felt light headed and wobbly.
“Yeah, what-fucking-ever. You were interesting for a minute there, I’ll admit, I’ve never been knotted before, but now you aren’t fucking me, I’m reminded of how shitting boring you usually are.” Iggy reached for his power, letting it dance just a fraction from readiness.
Maero opened his mouth, ready to growl something that was likely far less interesting than anything else he had subjected Iggy to that evening.
Iggy spoke over him. “We’ll be seeing each other, and next time you won’t have the drop on me.”
Iggy lived and breathed the Saints, and he slept at one or other of their properties almost exclusively, but he had kept a small apartment independently of them, a place only Gat knew about. He rarely used it, but it was good to know he had somewhere he couldn’t be traced to in case of another betrayal or if he needed space, or somewhere to quietly lick his wounds.
It was there that he appeared.
He slumped against the wall, breathing heavily.
That was a lot; too much really. His whole body felt unbearably heavy and it was so tempting to smoke something strong enough to put even him out, and hope his head felt straighter when he woke back up.
But first he needed to get out of these clothes and shower, or else the whole place would stink of dog.
Iggy stumbled to the bathroom, leaving a trail of werewolf come on the carpet behind him. He leant against the door way, finally removing the fucking high heels, but stopped, catching sight of his reflection in the mirror.
He was of course still wearing the ridiculous dress, and in the bright light of the bathroom he could see the outline of the dark lacy bra through the shirt. Everything from the waist down was covered in a mixture of lube and jizz that was still slowly sliding out of ass and down his legs.
Even if he clenched his asshole, he couldn’t properly close it enough to completely stop it from leaking.
He looked wrecked.
The front of his skirt was pushed up by his still hard cock, not quite big enough to poke out from under the hem.
Fuck.
He needed out of these clothes, but it could wait just a little longer. He was, after all, so close to coming again already.
Scooping up some of the slick mixture coating his butt, he took himself in hand.