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Caleb knows your period cycle by heart, but he also can tell by the amount and texture of the discharge in your panties. Unable to bring himself to confess what truly stirred in him whenever he looks at you, he made do with the closest thing he could have.

He can’t contain himself anymore and licks the not yet fully dried discharge from the fabric. His breathing gets heavier as he simultaneously strokes his cock. He takes another of your dirty underwear from the basket & pushes his cock through the holes.

“Caleb, where are you? I forgot to take m– “ Caleb got up within a millisecond, dropping the panties, then throwing them behind the washing machine, his cock still hanging out of his joggers, fully erected & indulged with his precum and your discharge leftovers. “Pipsqueak- I-I was–“

He couldn’t grasp the shameful situation you’ve caught him in as he watches you standing in the doorframe, watching the spectacle happen. “What exactly were you doing with my panties?” you ask carefully to not embarrass him, but also not trying to show your interest too much.

“Pips, I am so sorry, it’s not what it looks like! I promise! I was just- please! Let me just clean this mess up first, I wi–“ “No need,” you interrupted his hasty explanations. Caleb is visibly nervous & embarrassed, thinking you’ll think of him as a monster now and cut ties.

He presses soft kisses against your skin, before gently easing your legs apart, careful not to wake you. His breath warms your inner thighs as he lingers there, savouring the moment.

“Oh…? How are you this wet while you’re asleep? Are you dreaming of something naughty…?” He lets his tongue glide between your folds, just enough to taste. A muffled moan escapes him.

“Mmh… how do you always…taste so good…?” His words dissolve into quiet sounds against you, his breathing growing heavy and unsteady. “Let’s see if you can take one finger…” he murmurs, easing it inside you. A soft exhale follows, “I see…not enough for you, huh?”

He added another. Caleb leans over you, his fingers still moving inside you in an unhurried rhythm. He’s brushes stray strands of hair from your face as he watches you, almost studies your every feature.

Eventually, he withdraws his finger, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a quiet, satisfied hum, before letting his hand drift slowly to cup your breasts.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he whispers against your ear. “How many nights I’ve had to take care of myself while you slept next door or even here, right next to me…,” a soft, breathless laugh follows, but clearly filled with guilt.

“Although I might’ve stolen a taste once or twice before when you were sleeping… but you forgive me, don’t you?” he confesses. Deep down, he longed for you to catch every confession, but yet was relieved you’re fast asleep.

“Now… juuust the tip,” he says. “You can handle that. I won’t wake you up.” He positions himself, guiding the head of his leaking cock slowly against you before pressing in just slightly. A sharp, shaky breath left him the moment he felt you.

His control slipps completely then, his movements growing steadier, deeper, his breathing rougher with every thrust. “I’m sorry– “ he gasps, his voice strains.  “It’s… not just the tip. I know…”

He suddenly freezes mid-motion, feeling you shift slightly under the covers as your breathing intensifies. “Ssh… hey, sshh!! I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says quickly and panicked. He basically has your permission, but why did he still feel so guilty? Yet he didn’t stop.

He leans down, capturing your lips in a rushed, but deep and sloppy kiss, his hand coming up to block your eyes with his palm, just in case. “Be a good baby sister… go back to sleep, yeah?” he whispers, yet his movements only grow more forceful.

Caleb pulls you by the wrist, away from Sylus’ embrace. “You’re letting him get away with quite a lot,” he says, lifting your chin to meet his gaze. His grip around your wrist tightens. “I might start thinking you prefer him, even though I’m the one, who’s closest to you!” Sylus sips his wine, observing the scene. “This might get interesting,” he says under his breath.

A sudden shiver runs through Caleb, as if the temperature around him dropped. “Cool your temper, Caleb,” Zayne says as frost gathers in the air, “He’s baiting you.” Caleb can feel the heat in his head settle.

However, instead of stepping back, he pulls you in and kisses you firmly. His tongue buried deep inside of you, the sound of his breathing filling the place. “That’s one way to respond to bait,” Zayne remarks.

As Caleb keeps kissing you, his hand slides lower. His fingers press against your swimwear, gently stimulating your clit, trying to claim you in front of the others. Sylus uses his Evol to pull you away from him. “Don’t be so greedy, Puppy. Share~!”

As soon as you’re back in Sylus’ arms, he seamlessly picks up, where Caleb stopped. He rubs two fingers along your slit while kissing you. You’re surprised at how quickly things are escalating. “Did the dog kiss or lick your face…?” Sylus mocks, noticing how wet your mouth is. “I see…this is how you want to play,” Caleb barks. He doesn’t hesitate for long & swims toward both of you, pressing in close. He turns you to face him & draws your back toward Sylus, pinning you in between the both of them.

“Look at me…or do you want more of him?” Caleb asks. “I recommend removing her swimwear,” Zayne interjects. “Remove my w-what?” you stutter, feeling increasingly flustered as they take control of the situation.

Caleb’s not wasting a second. Your naked body is now pressed closely against both Caleb & Sylus’ big frames. You wiggle to gain some space to move more freely, but are blocked by both of them. Sylus smirks, “Your escape route isn’t that good.” He’s grabbing your neck with one hand as the other attends to your tits and squeezes them tenderly. Caleb devours your lips with sloppy kisses while he pushes two fingers inside you. When your soft moans are swallowed by his mouth, he simply picks up the pace.

Sylus tilts his head toward Zayne. “The doc likes to watch, huh? Not joining?” Zayne’s lips turn slightly upward. “I will. Don’t worry. Consider me…in charge of the treatment plan. For certain things, I like to take my time.” “Let’s say…he likes giving orders,” Caleb huffs. “I don’t take orders,” Sylus snaps. “Relax, it’s more about her safety,” Caleb adds “What? Does he want to make sure she won’t get overstimulated?” Sylus asks. “Incorrect.” Zayne responds. “Kinda the opposite,” Caleb laughs. Sylus raises an eyebrow, “Oh?”

All three of them are glancing at you now. You’re barely there. You don’t register what they’re saying. You’re busy catching your breath. Caleb’s holding you in place using his Evol, steadied in Sylus’ arms. Your legs are spread above water level for everyone to have a good view.

“Be my guest, I’ll let you have the first taste,” Sylus is offering to Zayne. “Gracious, but I have other plans,” Zayne gets real close to you now. He gently massages your rim with his fingers, before pushing one in. You squirm from the sudden sensation.

Caleb’s stroking his cock in anticipation. He knows what Zayne’s planning, he’s had his fair share of participation in these so called ‘treatment plans’ for you. “I may have underestimated them. I see why you keep them around, Kitten,” Sylus laughs. “Sylus, hold her steady,” Zayne instructs. “I said, I don’t take orders, Doc,” Sylus replies. Zayne responds composed, “He needs to conserve his energy.” Sylus glances briefly at Caleb. Zayne’s tone is calm, but firm: “Let him recover. He’ll need his Evol later.”

Sylus is reluctant, but since he prefers feeling your full weight in his arms anyway, he complies. Zayne is in his element now — Anatomy. He knows exactly how to carefully, yet efficiently prepare you, how to position his fingers, how fast to push, where to apply pressure.

He’s 4 fingers deep into you, adjusting his pace and the depth as needed, before attending your front and repeating his routine, until he’s pushed in his whole hand. “Z-Zayne, I—I…” you mutter under your breath. “Caleb,” Zayne cuts in, calling his name before you can finish. Caleb knows his role. He stands up and taps his leaking cock against your lips, guiding you to take him. “Suck it well, Pips. You’ve done this before! Let the doctor finish his examination.”

Sylus’ eyes widen. He lets out a loud laugh as he watches you obediently take in Caleb’s cock while Zayne’s casually fisting you. Your moans are muffled, your eyes glistening. “And here I thought I was the bad influence,” Sylus says amused.

Caleb shoots Sylus a cocky smirk, “Hope you’ve got the stamina to back up the attitude.” Caleb uses his Evol now again to ensure everyone has good access to your body. Sylus joins in as soon as Zayne clears you.

You’re soon stuffed by all three of them, your mind completely blank, senses overstimulated, moans echoing. You don’t know anymore whose cum you’re licking off whose body, whose juices you’re swapping with who, who is digging their tongue or cock into you — everything is a blur.

“Let my name leave your lips tonight a thousand times…ten thousand times even,” Zayne moans as he bends you over, fucking your ass. You whimper with each thrust, since it pushes Caleb and Sylus’ cocks simultaneously deeper into your other hole.

Caleb, who’s pounding into you from below, is drunk on lust and caught up in the intensity. “Look at you~ I didn’t teach you that,” he smirks. “C-Caleb…,” you barely breathe out, “Cal..C—” “Yeah, I’m your Caleb,” he responds, only to thrust into you faster. Sylus closes the distance to Caleb more than either of them expected. He’s lying on top of Caleb, his cock buried in you as well, sharing your hole with him. “Greedy little kitten…and I might add, an equally greedy pup,” he purrs near your ear. Caleb lets out a breathy laugh.

Your walls are tightening around them, you’ve never felt so full, their sizes are tearing you apart, each stroke shoots a deep spark through your body, mouth dry from all the panting, any leaking liquid gets pushed in again, occasionally given you to swallow as well.

They pass you around as they please, cumming inside you in rotation, tossing & turning you as they desire, you’re leaking everywhere. Your ass and clit get slapped, your hair pulled, your tits pressed into someone’s mouth — your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

"Yesss... I mind toooo...," you mumble before adding a. "...Actuallyyyy, you smell like him~" You open your eyes. The room is blurry and doubled. You're far too drunk to put anything together. "Oh my gooood..." You squint at him. "You even res... resem... resem—look like him!" You grab his face with both hands. "And your skiiin..." You stroke his cheek. "Sooo softtt. Just like Caleb's."

Caleb lets out as chuckle. "Hm. And this boyfriend of yours..." he asks. "What do you like best about him?" At this point, Caleb is simply curious how long it'll take you to realize who you're talking to. "I don't like him." You drop your hands and shake your head. A flicker of uncertainty crosses Caleb's face. "You... don't like your boyfriend?" he asks cautiously. "No, no, no." This time you nod enthusiastically, "I looove Caleb!"

Caleb suddenly stops in his every movement. His heart nearly stops too. Around him, everyone lets out a small gasp. Based on Caleb's stunned silence alone, they all realize the same thing. It's the first time you've ever said it out loud since becoming a couple.

"Y-you... love him?" Caleb asks carefully. "Sooo muchhh! He's the besssttt!" You lean forward and press a finger to his lips, "but shhhhh~~Don't tell him yettt. It's our little secret, Fakeleb." You giggle. "Fakeleb... hehehe..." You laugh at your own joke before promptly falling backward against the wall, your eyes drifting shut again.

Caleb takes a moment to compose himself. "Okay. I think I should take you home now, Pips." He lifts you into his arms while you mumble weak protests about wanting to wait for "Realleb" to come pick you up.

You wake up the next morning in your bed. On your nightstand sits a tray filled with everything needed for a hangover breakfast, prettily arranged alongside a small handwritten note. „Get some rest, hydrate, and eat your breakfast. I'll see you tonight. — Fakeleb 🍏” Slowly, the memories from last night begin returning, including what you said. The rest of the day is spent wondering how you're supposed to handle it. Confessing you love someone while drunk is awful. Caleb deserves to hear it properly and now you have to say it, because he definitely remembers.

When Caleb finally returns after an exhausting day at the fleet, you greet him as if nothing happened. Later, you're stretched out on the couch with your head resting in his lap while the TV plays quietly in the background. After several minutes of working up the courage, you finally speak. "You know, Caleb..." He glances down at you. "I meant what I said." Caleb’s breath fastens, "you don't have to say it back if you're not ready," he says. "I know I say it all the time, but I don't want you to feel pressu—" "I love you, Caleb." Caleb’s holding his breath, any existing emotion rushes through him. You sit up and face him. "I really do," you say quietly, "I always have. Things were just... complicated. But I love you. I truly love you so much." A dozen emotions cross Caleb's face, but you think it's settling into pure happiness. You don't think you've ever seen him look so… genuinely happy.

“First of all, I don’t bark, I protect what is mine!” you say firmly. “Second… at least you don’t undress him with your eyes when you look at him.” Gideon laughs, “But I’ve seen him naked before. In fact, I see him naked all the time.” A grin on his face. You shoot him a stern look and yell:

“Well… DELETE IT from your brain and…” you turn to Caleb now, “….why is Gideon seeing you naked all the time?”

Caleb is highly amused by your open jealousy. “Well, after exhausting missions, we take showers together on site before changing into our regular clothes. Nothing unusual, Pips. Everyone does that.” His explanation sounds reasonable, so you let him off the hook.

However, Gideon is having a little too much fun right now. “Right, and when I said I touch him all the time…” His gaze drifts down to Caleb’s crotch, just to annoy you… You immediately pull your hand away from Caleb’s chest and cover his crotch instead. “Don’t look at his dick!!” Caleb tenses up. Your hands are not only hovering over his crotch but actually grabbing him. “P-Pips!! Your hands—” he grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind while strategically hiding his ‘growing problem’. “What is it, Caleb?” you ask, genuinely not understanding the issue.

“Pips, you can’t do that in public!” “Do what?” “Like… touching it…” You glance down. “I see why… Quick!! Hide it in my mouth!!” you blurt out loudly.

Gideon chokes on his drink. Patrick starts HOWLING from laughter, “Caleb my man…I am speechless..and somewhat jealous..!”

Caleb’s ears are red, his face flushed. “Pips, you’re clearly drunk. I think I’ll need to take you home.” “Nooo~ I’m just joking!” you whine. “But you can’t just…” he hesitates as he notices everyone watching, “….let’s talk for a moment, yeah? Pat, mind if I use your room?” “Go ahead.”

Caleb guides you out of the living room, slightly dragging you since you refuse to walk properly. “Where are we going?” “To Patrick’s room.” “Ooooh, right. Why?” “To talk.” “Talk. Right. In Patrick’s room. Right.” You turn your head toward Patrick and yell: “PATRICK! Caleb and I are going to TALK in your room. Well, he’s going to do all the talking, because I’ll be busy using m—”

“THAT’S IT!” Caleb throws you over his shoulder. He puts you down only after you’re in Patrick’s room and locks the door behind him. He exhales loudly and just looks at you. “Let’s talk then” you say sarcastically while playing with his belt. “Behave.” His tone is serious. You sit down on the bed & look up at him.

“But that’s not fun. Besides… I finally have you to myself,” you admit. “I felt like I needed to compete for your attention tonight. I guess…I overdid it.” Caleb sighs. He steps closer, pushing you gently back onto Patrick’s bed, leaning over you now. His large frame is hovering above yours.

“You really don’t know when to stop, do you?” “You knew that already. And yet… you brought me anyway,” you respond. Caleb closes the distance and captures your lips in a kiss. You immediately grab him by his necklace and pull him closer, breaking whatever restraint he had left.

His grip tightens slightly at your waist as he leans you back into the mattress, deepening his kiss. You unbuckle his belt and start feeling his hard cock, slowly squeezing him through his boxers. Caleb inhales sharply and bites on your lower lip. He grabs your wrists and pins your hands above your head.

*Bzz Bzz* You both stop.

What is it?” you ask. “My phone.” He reaches into his pockets. He now smiles at the screen. “What’s so funny?” Caleb gives you his phone. A message from Patrick lights up the screen: “I’ll reroute your jet to hell & back, if you two fuck on my bed, istg!!” You smile, but can’t help feeling a bit disappointed. “Guess we gotta stick to talking.”

Soon the campfire is lit, marshmallow are being roasted, Caleb shows off his guitar skills with the acoustic guitar he brought along. Between the music, the crackling campfire, and the distant chirping of crickets, the campsite feels almost magical.

Still, surrounded by nothing but darkness and trees, you can't deny it's a little creepy. “Are you... scared?” Caleb asks, clearly more amused than concerned. “No...,” you answer, though not very convincingly. “Then maybe I should tell you a horror story. You know, just to change that.” “Try me!” “Oh-ho. Someone's feeling brave tonight. Let’s see....”

With a grin, Caleb launches into a horror story that quickly turns out to be the scariest thing you've ever heard. It doesn't help that the setting is a forest eerily similar to the one you're currently sitting in. As the campfire dies down and the two of you crawl into the tent to sleep, every distant sound outside seems louder than before, the snapping twig, rustling leaves, the wind moving through the trees. “You're awfully close to me for someone who says she isn't scared,” Caleb says with a knowing grin. “Okay??” you pout and scoot away, “I'll move then!! Better?” To your surprise, Caleb lets you. “Good. I need to check something outside anyway. You'll be okay alone for a minute, right?” “YOU’RE LEAVING ME??” “Just a minute.” You hear him moving around outside for a few moments. Then silence. “Caleb?” No answer. “Caleb, stop messing around.” Nothing. A knot forms in your stomach. “Okay, this isn't funny anymore… Caleb?” Still no response.

Just as you're about to unzip the tent, footsteps approach from outside. The zipper slides open: It's Caleb. Relief hits you so hard that you immediately burst into tears. “Aww, Pips,” Caleb pats your head, “Were you really that scared without me?” “How far did you go?!” „Not far! I’ve heard you call my name. “ "What? You... heard me?” "Of course as I said, I wasn’t that far.” "Then… why didn't you answer?" The corner of Caleb's mouth curled upward in a faint smirk. It wasn't his usual teasing grin, there was something different about it, something that made a chill creep down your spine. “Because,” he says while brushing a tear from your cheek, “you sound so cute when you're scared.” You stare at him, not knowing what to respond.

“You know, I picked a pretty remote spot,” his arm slides around your waist. “No signal. No other campers. No trails nearby.” Something about the satisfaction in his voice makes your stomach flip. “Just you and me.” His words didn’t sound romantic, they sounded… threatening. Caleb's lips curve into a small smile. “Isn't that nice?”

Before you can answer, he pulls you closer against his chest. “You think your co-worker would've gone through this much effort just for one weekend alone with you?” He brushes a strand of hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“You know, if you screamed out here,” he says quietly, “nobody would hear you.” His hand tilts your chin up. “Look at me.” His tone is gentle, yet it terrifies you. You meet his eyes and immediately wish you hadn't. The look on his face is unfamiliar, for the first time, Caleb genuinely scares you.

Halfway through your walk back through the woods, the sun has fully set and the moon hangs high above the trees. The longer you think about Caleb being alone, the more your worry grows… so you turn around.

You make your way back to the room where Caleb was chained, and carefully step inside. “Caleb?”

The chains lie shattered across the floor. The entire restraint mechanism hangs open and broken. You’re about to search the room for clues, but suddenly something slams into you from the side. A burning pain explodes through your ribs as you're thrown against the wall.

As you struggle to sit up, your body being now severely wounded, a low whimpering echoes from the shadows in the corner of the room that sounds like a frightened dog.

“Caleb... is that you?” Two glowing purple eyes stare back at you.

He continues to whine and you feel the urge to comfort him. You take a cautious step forward. “Caleb, it’s me. Don’t be afraid. I’m sure you didn’t mean to hurt me. I’m okay. I was just so worried about you...”

As moonlight spills through the broken windows, you finally see him. His face is still recognizably Caleb’s, but his frame is almost twice the size. He has thick sideburns, slightly fuller eyebrows, longer and messier hair, like an untamed mullet. A faint layer of dark hair covers his arms, legs, and chest, along with a very prominent happy trail that he usually shaves. He also has… a fluffy tail?

You crouch down. “Don’t worry. It’s me. I won’t hurt you. I’m here to prote—” You can’t finish the sentence. In an instant, you’re thrown onto your back with terrifying force, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground.

“I TOLD YOU TO GO HOME!” Caleb growls loudly. His massive body moves on top of yours now. “I smelled you,” he says, his voice much deeper than usual, “kilometers away. Your scent lingered in this room.” He aggressively sniffs at your neck, your hair, your clothes, as if trying to memorize every trace of your scent.

His gaze turns predatory, even his teeth seem sharper. His claws catch your dress and tear through the fabric with a single jerk, leaving your chest and body exposed. With overwhelming strength, he spins you around, forcing you onto all fours.

He doesn’t hesitate which means he also doesn’t prepare you like he usually would. He slams his now enormous large cock inside you with full strength, almost tearing you apart. His thrusts are so forceful and so deep, he’s severely bruising your cervix, ramming himself into you roughly.

Caleb’s only acting with his animalistic instincts and those instincts tell him one thing and one thing only: To breed you.

“I'm going to keep you full and bred, full of my offsprings! Would you like that? To be filled?” he growls as he fucks you relentlessly from behind. You endure the pain and fear as best you can and despite it, you moan out an eager “Ngh—p—please, yes—I’ll carry your pups,” while you come over and over again, your privates all swollen and pulsating.

But don't call for him to stop, because beneath it all, it's still Caleb — your Caleb.

He merciless fucks you around the clock the entire night and following days, filling you over and over again, not letting you catch a break, since he can go for hours at a time now. He keeps your body in his embrace, rubs his scent on you, licks your wounds clean, growls at anything that isn’t you, he treats you like a possession.

The next days, he occasionally brings you water by carrying it in his mouth and then spitting it into yours, so you can drink. For food, he kills a deer and brings you the fresh meat, but you refuse and decide to fast.

You catch a glimpse of worry in his eyes when he sees you refuse to eat — moments when you can still see your Caleb in them, even though he chains you up whenever he’s out for the hunt.

You said you wanted to comfort him, that you didn’t want him to be alone during the full moon, so you stay (not like you have a chance). For the next three days and two nights, you bear the full moon’s curse until your Caleb will return to you.

Xavier steps closer, backing you into the kitchen corner, arms braced on either side of you against the counter. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, leaning in as if to kiss you. You push him away flustered. He smiles smugly. “Whatever. Eye for an eye, I guess,” you say and go back to the couch.

“But you’ve been avoiding my eyes?” he says, dropping down in front of you on the ground, nudging his head between your knees, looking up at you.

“Uuugh, again, you’re looking at me like that!! It’s messing with my head and ruining my anger, Xavier!” You try to avoid his gaze. “I see,” he says quietly. “I might have to make you look at me then.”

Before you can react, he’s on top of you, pinning one hand above your head and holding your face firmly with the other, so your eyes meet. “So when another man looks at you, you give him your number… but when I look at you, you fight me?”

You try to look away, but it’s already too late. Despite his innocent face, his body is big and once it’s on yours, you can’t push him off nor free yourself from his grip. He shifts, pinning you more vigorously to the couch, his knee pressing between your legs as he kisses you along your neck, all the way up to your lips.

“Don’t look away. Not even for a second,” he says while his hand slips under your skirt. He gently moves his fingers along your slit, before pushing one into you. You let out a soft moan from the sudden insertion.

“I want you to look me in the eyes the entire time…,” his pace hurries, gaze fixed on you, “…so you remember them next time a man approaches you.”

Your body curls in, you involuntarily arch your back from his unrestrained rhythm. Xavier already freed you from your shirt and bra, sucking your tits and teasing your nipples with his tongue, always keeping his eyes on you though, making sure you won’t break eye-contact.

“Every second you look away adds more punishment. I can edge you all night,” he warns softly. When he’s satisfied by hearing & feeling you climax from his fingers, probably adding hours of ‘punishment’ along the way, he unbuckles his pants.

He gives his cock a couple of strokes before slapping it against your clit and teasing it with his tip. “I might need to confess something…” he said in a hushed tone, his cock now gliding along your slit, edging you and coating his dick in your fluids.

You know he manipulated you into this, but you can’t be angry — not with his cock pressed against you like this and his eyes looking… you don’t even know what it is. They’re soft & kind, yet a hungry urge to dominate you flickers through.