Chapter 5
Charles pulled me into his bedroom; a small room with a homemade dresser and a comfortable bed with a blue blanket tossed across it. The nightstand contained an oil lamp and some more books and pens, but before I could utter a word, Charles's mouth was firmly pressed against mine. The guy was certainly assertive, and I was having every second of it.
No sooner had I settled into the chair than Charles's hard palms were plunged deep in my jeans again, his hands gripping my stiff cock and jerking me off expertly. He clearly had some practice pleasuring a guy himself, but I wasn't going to argue. The old dog learned so many tricks I never did. Before I even realized what was happening, Charles's tongue was wrapping around the head of my sensitive cock, allowing a flash of flame to run through my loins.
We both moaned together as I hardened beneath Charles's caress and we began to remove our clothes. Charles gasped in awe as my large chest, now bare as it was all muscle, materialized and he dropped my jeans for me. My erection rose high and proud, curving up to find my bellybutton. Charles sucked me into his lips as he dropped his trousers and tee as well, exposing himself to me.
I never saw a prettier specimen in my entire life. Even Deporta Enoch, gossiped about for so long, could not compare. My friends all just couldn't believe how much of a catch Deporta was. But only to my detriment for being in awe of Deporta's vanity and charm. Charles wasn't at all the humble hot wolf shifter that was deriving me unimaginable pleasure at the exact moment. Charles's form seemed to hold knowledge of the very best ways to push up against mine so as to reach the highest potential of my pleasure, and it was the eroticist thing I ever experienced.
"I need you to move in," I breathed when Charles pulled in close for air and smiled at me.
"No you don't," Charles laughed, rolling me over and outlining the length of his huge, swollen shaft through my ass crack. We both moaned.
"I do!" I said.
"I guess I should have a condom around here somewhere," Charles sighed, reaching to his end table and pulling out protection.".
"Good," I spat, watching as Charles slid the rubber over his aching groin. He was still able to glimpse the red glow of his member through the opaque latex and soon Charles was behind me again, pushing slowly into my opening and reaching around to rub my balls.
"Are you sure?" Charles asked. "You've never been with a shifter before. I'm kind of the big leagues. If you want someone to sweet talk you, you might as well get back on that fancy dating app you have and find someone your own age."
"Just do it," I begged.
"Anything you'd like," Charles replied. I could hear his smile in his voice and the older man stroked his fingers down my tingling back. "All right."
I was suddenly screaming with pain and ecstasy as Charles thrust himself completely into me. The suddenness of the motion had nearly made me come instantly, but Charles was an experienced one. He brought his hips to a stop and slowly withdrew himself before thrusting in again. That was sufficient to suppress the orgasm but created a burning flame in my veins.
"Don't stop," I pleaded.
"I have no desire to," said Charles, with a laugh.
The pair gasped as Charles picked up his pace, wedging himself deep into my deepest of places and sending us both into unrelenting bliss. Charles paused momentarily, allowing me to sense the throb of his shaft against the warmth of my hole while Charles toyed with me, stroking the tip of my cock in miniature circles with his fat fingers.
Last, I yelped in shock as Charles grabbed me by the throat and held me tight so he could release all of his power onto me. Charles groaned in delight as he drove into me again and again, our flesh mingling together. He issued a primal shout as an abnormal stream of force propelled him into action. I stood frozen in Charles's mercy as the man took his full advantage of my body, deriving pleasure for himself first and foremost, but at the same time making sure that I was not excluded from the pleasure.
My eyes became wide and my entire body began trembling as Charles let out an ear-piercing howl. He was approaching, and approaching with full steam. I screamed in horror when I felt the fluid burst, which shattered the confines of the condom that burst with Charles's ferocity. We both began cumming simultaneously, me into Charles's stretched palm and Charles, still shooting stream after steaming stream into my body.
When he finally finished, Charles leaned back and we grinned at each other. Charles was panting but otherwise looked as fit as a fiddle.
"Oops," he said, his gaze on my belly. "You know, I asked you if you were sure because of a reason. Did you do your homework, kid?"
"Homework?"
Do you have some knowledge of the ultra-fertility of my kind? The possibility of men impregnating other men? The risk that accompanies being in a relationship with a wolf shifter?"
Deporta Enoch had ranted and ranted about how terrible shifters were, but his ranting always involved nothing in relation to inadvertent pregnancy. I shook my head, bewildered, and Charles pointed down at my belly.
"Take a look for yourself, kiddo.".
Stop referring to me as a kid!" I shouted, glancing down at my belly. I shrieked in shock when I realized it was already puffy and purple.
"Yeah, seems like my seed approves of you. Gestation is progressing fast, even for shifter offspring. That's a good omen."
"I can't be a father!" I shouted, jumping to my feet.
"Too late for that," Charles laughed. He just continued belly laughing as I ran for the room and the bathroom, where I promptly began to retch at the sheer force of being pregnant.