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She sniffs at the hem of my skirt, and I remember my panties are still torn in her lecture hall, a million miles away.
“You are turned on, Lucy?” she breathes. “Still?”
“Yes.” Not sure where to look, I stare at the floor, my cheeks burningred.
“Look at me when you answer me. I want to know if it's the truth.”
“Yes, I’m turned on,” I admit. “Still.”
“And are you scared?”
“Yes, I’m scared too.”
“But you don’t want to leave, even now that you know who—what I am?”
“No.” My smile deepens. “Nothing has changed. I told you before. You’ve always been terrifying, and beautiful, and powerful, and…and everything…and, oh Gods, can’t you just let me please you? Please? I’ll get on my knees and beg if you want.”
I look to the hard, tiled floor beneath me and start to lower myself. I will beg. I’ll do it for her.
“Lucy, stop,” she growls, and I still, my knees bent, halfway to the floor. “If you want to please me, then you’ll run.”
Holding my awkward half-squat, my legs begin to shake as I’m hypnotized by her glowing eyes.
So pretty and so terrifying…
“I said, RUN!” she roars, and I come unstuck.
Professor Kane commanded and my body must respond. I run, muscles pumping hard, heavy boots propelling me down the hall and back the way I came. The rubber soles of my shoes squeak on the polished floor as the heavy pound and scrape of paws and claws follow me, coming closer and closer.
She howls, and it sounds different than before, when she was clearly trying to hold back. Now, she sounds excited to hunt me down. The need to be caught consumes me, but she wants to chase me, so I’ll give the fight she so clearly needs. Her echoing boom ends in a cackle of laughter.
I run faster, heading back towards the lecture hall. I never had to learn the rest of the building's layout; I only needed to know how to get to Professor Kane. My pussy throbs, and my thighs become slicker as I climb the first set of stairs. Heavy panting grows closer and closer behind me.
Down the next flight of stairs and across the hallway, finally thedoor to the lecture hall is within reach. I’m barely through before I’m tackled, my body encircled in firm muscle and fur, rolling down the steps to land at the front of the room.
“Oh Gods, oh Gods,” I squeal in fear and delight. When I’m released from her protective grip for one brief moment, I try to escape over the large, heavy desk.
Digging my nails into the wood, I attempt to pull myself to the other side, but sharp claws grip my ankles and yank me back. I’m flipped, ass first, onto the desk top. My arms are flung up above my head, my feet pulled to opposite corners. My skirt is next. Professor Kane shoves the torn fabric up to my hips and holds my thighs wide with her strong paws.
I gasp, my knees so far apart, my clit aches from the sudden exposure to the cold air.
“I ran,” I laugh, panting and out of breath, so eager for whatever comes next. “I really tried.”
“And you did such a good job that now, you're going to come for me, Lucy,” she snarls between my thighs.
“Oh…ah, okay—” I’m not sure how to react to her praise, my whole body seeming to float outside myself as if high on her pleasure.
And then, she keeps me flying.
Professor Kane dips her muzzle between my thighs, growling low and deep, so every inch of my flesh quivers under her vibrations. Her tongue is longer and thicker than a human's, slightly pointed as it darts out between fangs.
“Professor,” I yelp as she laps over my folds.
She’s inhumanly dexterous in her attention, curling her tongue around my clit and then lavishing attention on the sensitive bundle of nerves until my hips jerk beneath her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I scream.
She works over me faster and harder, as if determined to finish the job she’d started earlier in the evening, as if the moments between when I was told to leave and when she chased me downwere merely to edge me. My cunt responds, so painfully sensitive, it’s already too much.
