[b][u][center]Special Teachings from Special Professors Part 4 For a-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Knowing that whoever was messing with him was trying to turn him into a hellhound was bad enough. Having the transformations progress every few days was making it quite a bit worse. Vitus groaned as he sat on the end of his bed, his arms wrapped around his middle and grabbing at his elbows to keep them from reaching down between his legs. His cock was throbbing so hard that it was actually causing physical distress, and he had a bucket placed between his feet to catch all the dripping discharge that was coming from it. The pre-cum was so thick and heavy that he could feel every single droplet that was coming from it. At first, he’d though that his cock had just become that sensitive, but after he and Hazel had…tested that – very carefully, using only fingers, but that was enough – he’d realized that it was really just the sheer thickness and otherly-ness of his cum and pre-cum. It was so thick that it was almost like the slime of some swamp monsters, dripping away from his dick whenever he got turned on. And these days, that was pretty frequently. He looked down at the bucket, shaking his head as he realized that it was almost at the top again. This was going to be the fourth time in an hour that he’d had to empty the bucket, and he wasn’t sure that the pipes would be able to take another bucket’s worth of this stuff. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just let it slime up the floor, giving away what was wrong with him to the janitors and the cleaning staff. Groaning, Vitus pulled himself to his feet, wincing as he felt the claws on his toes digging into the floorboards. Socks and boots were becoming more and more of a problem of late, too. He kept the bucket under his dripping dog dick all the way to the toilet, dumping the goo down the water bowl in smaller doses than he’d like. He’d pour about two cups worth of pre-cum in, flush, and then repeat until the entire bucket was done. It took a good five minutes, partially because his dick just kept dripping throughout the process. Still grumbling when the whole musky mess was flushed away, the half-transformed human dragged himself back to his bed, sitting on the edge of it and glaring down at his dick. The chastity spells were just…not…working. “Damn it…we need to get rid of this curse, and fast…” He was already running further and further behind with his classes, and he doubted that his teachers would be understanding about it for too much longer. Professor Orlov had to be getting suspicious with the way that he kept showing up with damp clothes to the class, and there was no way that she was going to buy that he had fallen in the fountain again. The idea of planting different clothes caches across the campus had occurred to him in the past, but never for a reason like this. Knock knock. “Vitus? It’s me, Hazel.” Pausing in the middle of getting dressed, he sighed and nodded. “Come in.” The door opened, and the half-elf blinked as she stared at him, her eyes going a bit wide at just how open he was with his problem. He no longer blushed when she looked at him these days; there didn’t seem to be much point in it, considering that it was all down to her whether he would get cured at this point. The slight half-elf stepped in quickly, shutting the door behind her and clearing her throat as she looked down at his dick. He shifted from side to side, making sure that the tip was pointed down at the bucket properly rather than jumping up to get attention the way that it wanted to. He glared down at his cock for a few seconds, then sighed. “Any new developments?” “Well…I can tell you that we’re getting close,” she said. “Not too many other demons that this could be.” “You said that last week.” “And I’m closer this week.” She looked anywhere but at his dick as she came over to sit next to him. She shuffled around on the end of the bed before eventually taking his hand in hers. He remembered her doing that more and more lately, but he wasn’t sure if she was doing it to comfort him or for some…other reason. “It’s going to be okay.” “Yeah…that’s what I hope.” She looked at his dick again, and he saw the way that she was shaking her head. It wasn’t the first time that she’d marveled at the cursed size of it, nor the first time that she’d spent that long staring at it. But it was the first time that she reached for it without magical protection. “What are you doing?!” Hazel jumped back, suddenly seeming as shocked as he was at her own behavior. She gripped her wrist tightly, almost like she was struggling to hold her hand back from his cock. Vitus shifted his position a bit, moving further from her but still keeping the bucket beneath his dick. He held the former with one hand and held the other out towards her, keeping her at arm’s length. “What’s going on? Is this…is this part of the curse, too?” “No, sorry. This…” she blushed. “This is me.” “You?” “Well…it’s not like…” She finally was able to let go of her wrist, pulling her hand back and rubbing the back of her head. “I don’t know. I…I can’t help but be a little…fascinated. And seeing you like this, suffering…well, my order is there to help others…” He looked at her like she was a crazy person, which he wasn’t entirely convinced that she wasn’t. After all, she had just tried to grab a cursed dick, not knowing if it would hurt her – they hadn’t been able to determine of his pre-cum was dangerous to people – and was about to give him a handjob. That wasn’t just helping. That was something else. He gave her a fixed look, and slowly, the half-elf looked down at the floor, shuffling her feet along the ground. “It’s not easy being part of the priesthood. We don’t have a lot of…contact with people.” “I…” “And we…well, there are curiosities.” “What, about dog dicks?” The priestess laughed, shaking her head. “No, not about that. But…well, sex…” “You haven’t had it?” She shook her head. Well, that explained a bit, he supposed, though that was still not quite what he wanted to hear. The fact that she was interested in him might just be because they had been working together for as long as they had, too. They had been in very close proximity while trying to solve this problem, and it wasn’t like they were not seeing each other in very intimate moments. Or, at least, she was seeing him that way. Probably made her feel safe about it. Before he could say anything, Hazel looked down at his dick again. He could feel the heat of that stare, the way that she was just taking it in, looking it over, taking in every single detail about it from the base of his sheath to the tapered tip at the top of his cock. The sheer fascination that she had with it only made him harder, ooze more. She reached around his shaft, this time going further down. He didn’t stop her as she grabbed for his balls, holding onto them and bouncing them in the palm of her hand. The fuzzy orbs were absolutely stuffed with cum, and he groaned as she rolled them around. “Careful.” “I am. How long?” “Mmph?” “How long since you emptied them?” He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. He hadn’t been able to keep a good count of it, but he was pretty sure that it wasn’t that long ago. Maybe a day? “Maybe twenty-four hours?” he said. “I don’t know.” “They’re heavy…So…so heavy…and big…” She was almost leaning into his crotch at that point, and he blushed as the image of shoving her down on his cock filled his mind. The hellhound that he was becoming desperately wanted to turn this priestess into his personal bitch, to use his cock to break her in a way that a human shaft never would. The need was right there, and the possibility was no further away. He could make it happen right there and then, if he just reached out and took hold of her head, and – He groaned, pushing the thought away, and doing the same to the priestess. It took everything that he had to keep from just grabbing her and fucking her face, and he wasn’t going to let the curse have its way that easily. Panting for breath as she yelped from falling off the bed, Vitus stood up and started hobbling towards the bathroom again. He shivered as he felt the cool air brushing over his dick, the sheer need of it making him want to hump anything and everything. His balls wanted to be drained, to be forced to push out everything that they had into the nearest available hole. If that ended up being Hazel… The images came into his head again, showing the half-elf bent over his bed, her ass in the air, her cheeks pulled apart to show her holes, wet and slutty for him. They would be begging for his cock if he just let the hellhound out, if he let it follow its instincts in breeding the bitch behind him. [i]Not a bitch…she’s helping me…[/i] [i]She’s curious…she wants to see what it feels like.[/i] That was the beast, he knew. It wanted him to be tempted, to give into that temptation to allow the priestess to play with him. Even though he knew it was a bad idea, he needed to get off, needed to let off enough steam to keep the beast from being so powerful in his brain right then. He stumbled into the bathroom, making his way to the toilet. He leaned forward, one hand on the wall, the other on his cock. His fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around it, and he shivered at the first stroke, feeling all of that musky goo sticking to his fingers, making it almost frictionless as he dragged his hand up and down his shaft. This was wrong. It was so very wrong, and he knew that he was playing with fire. But he needed to do something, or – “Vitus. Come here.” There was a firmness to the priestess’s voice that made it impossible to ignore. He groaned, slowly turning his head to look back into his room. Hazel stood there, still dressed in her conservative robes. She pointed one finger at the ground, and then repeated the gesture. “Come. Here.” Much as he tried to fight it, something in him turned. The hellhound, perhaps, or maybe some sense of guilt for throwing her off the bed. He groaned, turning away from the toilet and trundling back to the bed. She grabbed him by the shoulder, thankfully, rather than grabbing him by the dick. She looked him in the eye, forcing his head this way and that… And then she gave him a hug. “You are looking out for me…” “I…I don’t want the curse to get worse. Or get you.” She hugged a bit tighter, holding him until he wrapped his arms around her, too. His cock was lodged against her thighs, his dick pressing against the cloth of her robe and soaking into it. He barely cared. The hug was all he needed right then. “You are a good man.” “Mmph. I’m a stupid man.” “Heh, that’s fine. As long as you’re good.” “Sorry. Didn’t mean to throw you.” “You were looking after me. Now.” One of her hands moved down, and this time, he wasn’t able to stop her before she grabbed hold of his dick again. He groaned, biting his lips as she started stroking it, running her smooth hand from the knot forming at the base all the way back to the tip. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?” “But the curse –” “I’ll be careful. But you need this. You need this very, very badly.” That was the truth, and there was no getting around it. Vitus groaned, nodding, and before he could say anything else, the half-elf had dropped down to her knees in front of him. He leaned back, panting as he watched her stuff her head under his cock, leaning in towards his balls. She took a sniff of them, groaning and shaking her head. “You don’t smell…human…anymore.” “I’m not…not down there.” “I…” She blushed. “I didn’t say it was bad.” That only made his cock throb all the harder, particularly as she stuck out her tongue and – “Mmmph!” Vitus groaned, biting off a moan as she dragged her tongue from the back of his balls to the base of his cock, running her tongue along the black fur and the heavy, swollen orbs down there. His eyes rolled back in his head as she did it again, and again, using her mouth to tease his testicles, making them rise and fall under their own weight every time that she pulled her tongue back. She sucked on them, but they were too big for her to fit in her mouth, so she kept kissing them instead. He had to bite his lip to keep from losing his mind every time that she did it, shivering as he felt her lips making love with his sac, feeling like she was utterly absorbed in making his balls feel good. The only thing that distracted him was her hand running up and down his cock, pushing at him, pulling at his lust, summoning it to the tip of his cock. He could feel the urges to fuck and thrust and hump getting stronger by the second, and the only thing that kept him from doing that was how good her mouth felt against his balls. She stroked him faster, pulling his lust further, his libido higher. Her holy robes only made the whole sight of her down there that much hotter, and his growing tail started to wag beneath his shirt. He moaned, biting his lips again, trying to keep the sound inside. Hands that were partway to paws pulled back to his mouth, covering it as he ground his teeth together. [i]Don’t give in. Don’t give in. Just cum once and get it out of the way, and then you can feel better. Just once. That’s all you need. Just once.[/i] That was what he kept telling himself, but he was wondering if it was true anymore. He knew how hard he was, how long it had been since he’d cum. It wasn’t enough to do it once a day anymore. He needed it all the time. If he did it once, if he let the hellhound have what it wanted, would he be able to stop? He didn’t know. He really didn’t know. He should step back, he should say no… But her mouth felt so good… Her tongue traveled up from his balls to the tip of his cock, running over his sensitive knot and nearly knocking him flat on his back. He groaned under his breath, his shivers getting stronger, the flow of pre getting thicker from his cock. It oozed out over her tongue again and again, and he could feel it every time that she scraped it off with another lick. She teased the head of his shaft constantly, working it good and strong, and he couldn’t find the strength to breathe when she was pushing it that hard. Lick, lick, lick, that was all she did, and every time, he felt himself wanting to thrust over her tongue and into her mouth. She looked up at him, and Vitus saw a heat in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. Her robe was damp, and he… He could smell her. He could smell her arousal. Hazel groaned, pulling back. She didn’t stop stroking him, but she did pull at the edge of her robes, dragging them up. “Wait, no, what if –” “Either I touch myself…or I’ll fuck myself,” she explained. “Please…just…hold on.” She let go of him, and he had to take a step back to avoid just pulling her onto his cock right then and there. The urge to do it was stronger than any temptation that he had had before, and as she took off her robe, it only got stronger. She was lithe and lean, barely more than a willowy thing that didn’t even come up to his chin now. Hazel’s ears were still one of the few signs of her half-elf heritage, but her small breasts, no longer covered, seemed to suggest that part of her, too. She was smaller than a human woman would be, slighter, and he shivered at the thought of putting his cock anywhere near her. It looked like it would break her if he tried. Yet, she pushed herself up against him again, her body rubbing up against his chest, her hands running down his hips, one leg lifting up as she ground herself against him. “Mmmph…Hazel…what if…” “I have…some protection,” she admitted. “Enough to keep from getting pups, at least…and…” She looked him in the eye. “I can’t help it…the smell…” The smell. She liked his smell. She liked him. And from the heat between her legs against his cock, she needed him. There was nothing left to hold the hellhound in him back, nothing to tell it no. He had done everything that he could, and now it was coming out. With a growl that shook the room, he lunged for her, knocking her off her feet and throwing her back on the bed. Her legs were spread around his hips, his cock so hard and huge that he was sure that he was going to break her on the first thrust. Yet, she still wrapped her legs tight around him, guiding him forward, pushing him to take her right there. The tapered tip of his dick found her hole, sliding forward along her slippery slit, and then he found the opening that he needed. She looked up at him, whispered ‘please,’ and that was the end of his resistance. Thrust. She gasped under him as he filled her up to the brim, feeling the tip of her uterus pushing back against him. The head of his cock ground against it, and she whimpered from the hard thrust, trying to push him back, but the beast inside only knew that there was still more of its cock that needed to get into the bitch beneath him. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust! She screamed as he finally breached his way into her tightest of places, her body wracked with something. Pleasure? Pain? The beast didn’t know, and it kept thrusting because it needed to relieve itself. In and out, in and out, nothing stopping, nothing holding it back. All it could do was keep going, slamming away, getting deeper inside of her. His balls slammed against her ass, smacking against her, threatening to fill her up with everything that he had been holding back for the last day. He moaned as he felt her body’s warmth against them every time that he hilted in her, swearing that he was making a mistake, but not able to stop himself. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t stop humping. He growled in her face, holding her down, pinning her to the bed as his feet came off the ground. He fell on her, his weight pinning her there further as he rutted her into the sheets of his bed. Something was changing. She wasn’t so…so tight, and her insides…they were molding to him. Changing, shifting. Something in his curse? Or something that she was doing? He didn’t know, couldn’t think enough to care. In and out, in and out, in and out he went, slamming his dick past her pussy lips, going all the way into her womb. She no longer screamed in pain. All of the sounds she made were ones of bliss, her hands digging into his back, pulling at the beginnings of fur back there. She yanked him into her, pulling his hips forward, her heels digging into his ass to pull him in deep. Despite his knot, she fucked herself on him that much harder, almost like she couldn’t bear to have him pull back, like she couldn’t bear to think of him not filling her to the brim. That was fine with the hound. It growled and barked through his human mouth, pushing him to rut faster, harder, deeper. In and out, in and out, his balls swinging and swaying wildly, slapping against her painfully quickly, painfully hard. It was like he was spanking her with them, fucking her so fast that he was almost hurting himself. The knot slapped against her pussy, then spread it, then started to slide in. She screamed, growling in her own way. “Oh yes…yes…fuck me…fuck me hard…put it in. Put it in!” She screamed so loud that he was amazed that nobody came to see them, but the begging was something that he could give her. He could fulfill that desire. He slammed forward, grinding the knot against her pussy, holding her against it, dragging her down with clawed hands that were slowly getting darker with new fur. He pressed her against his knot, using all his strength, all her weight, all his leverage to push it into her until – POP! The knot pushed past her pussy, sliding into her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, spasming around his knot, her pussy begging him for the seed that he had waiting for her. There was nothing that the hellhound wanted more, and it gave her everything that she asked for. It was like a dam had been undone between his legs, a great blockage removed. He howled at the top of his lungs as he filled his bitch, thrusting forward again and again, using every bit of strength to hump his dick and knot into her. It popped out as he came, and he had to force it back in, thrusting through the flood of cum that was already trying to come out of her and add it into her womb again. In and out, in and out. Pop, pop, pop. The insane thrusting finally came to a halt a full minute later, and Vitus felt like he was back in charge of his own body. His cock was still hard, the knot still buried deep inside of the priestess, but he wasn’t so insane anymore. He could think, he could plan, he could…he could actually think about something other than sex. As he looked down, though, he could see that he had done quite a bit to her. She was scratched along the shoulders and arms, and her belly was completely distended, pushed out from her middle and showing like a woman that was eight months pregnant. He blushed, wishing that he could pull his dick free, but his knot kept them lodged together. Slowly, Hazel opened her eyes, focusing them on him. Vitus opened his mouth, closed it, then sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think it would get that out of control.” “I don’t think either of us did. Wow.” “You okay?” “Uh, bleeding a bit…maybe a little more than a bit down there…but I can fix that,” she said. It was more than he thought that he’d done. After all, he had a big cock, and he should have expected that to inflict some injury or other. It was more than most people could have taken, particularly with the knot-fucking that he’d done. He sat up, the pair of them still connected by his cock as he looked down at her. [i]She’s changed,[/i] he thought, looking at her slit. It was definitely bigger, more swollen than mere arousal could have accounted for. She was looser, too, probably from the knot, but also from the change that he’d felt happening. She didn’t quite look human down there, anymore, either, and he wondered if that was a result of corruption or from something else. If nothing else, though, it seemed like it had kept her from being ripped apart by the rutting. Finally, his knot went down, and he was able to pull out of her. His seed came rushing out in a flood, soaking his bed. He groaned. Another trip to the laundry gnomes. She slowly sat up, not even blushing as she knelt his pre-cum. She pulled her hair out of her face, then looked at him. “Do you feel better?” “That’s your question?” “Well, do you?” “Well, yes…it’s not that difficult to feel better after an orgasm.” Hazel nodded, slowly extending her legs, wincing as she moved. He winced every time she did, remembering that it was his fault that she felt like that in the first place. Eventually, she managed to extend her legs over the edge of the bed, getting back to her feet. Even more of his seed oozed out of her, running down her legs and pooling under her feet in the process. “Did I have that much…” “Probably more,” she said. “I was able to channel some of it away.” “I’m not going to…” “Get me pregnant?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “No. I don’t think so, anyway. I had taken those precautions, but…I didn’t expect quite this level of virility.” She was back to being pragmatic again, something that either meant that she was pissed off or that she was more than a little bit satisfied and things were back to normal. He wished that he knew which one it was. Before he could ask, she grabbed her robe, pulling it over her head. She wiped the last bit of his semen off on his blankets, then turned back to him. “Do you think you can focus for the rest of our examination, now?” “What about you?” “What about me?” “How…um…are you okay?” “…I’ll be alright,” she said, shaking her head. “It was…fun…but a lot more than I was expecting. I don’t think we should do that again.” “You think?!” “Well, excuse me for trying to help you drain your balls, huh?” Hazel said. “And excuse [i]me[/i] for thinking that it might be more than you could take!” “You –” Hazel sighed. “You’re right. We probably shouldn’t have…but what’s done is done.” She stumbled a bit with her next step, shaking her head. He could tell that the rutting had done more to her than she wanted to admit, and he was pretty sure that she was going to need more healing than she wanted to tell him. He hadn’t been kind during that whole rutting, and he wasn’t sure how much damage he’d actually done. But the fact that she wasn’t angry at him was something. A very big something. “Do, uh, you want to take a break from trying to figure out the curse?” he asked. “…Probably a good idea. We’re nearly at the point of pinning it down, at least, so I think we can afford a day off.” “You need it.” “And so do you. I don’t think that the sex took the curse further, so…” “You want me to cum a few more times?” “If you can.” They both looked down at his cock. It was pretty much a foregone conclusion that he would be able to. Dogs were very good at that. Not quite as good as cats, if he remembered his biology lessons, but pretty darn close. “I’ll manage,” he said. “And I’ll be by tomorrow.” As she left, shutting the door behind her, Vitus flopped back on his bed. The bucket on the floor was forgotten, and for some reason, he didn’t mind so much that he was sitting on a bunch of blankets soaked with his cum. He just hoped that it was because it was his seed, and not because he was getting more dog-like. As he stared at the ceiling, he shook his head. He needed to be more in control. He needed to make sure that the hellhound wasn’t taking over. And if he was going to do that… [i]Well, if Professor Orlov wants me to keep learning from her, maybe she could take that extra step to help me with this…[/i] He just hoped that he wasn’t making the biggest mistake of his career. If he was misjudging her helpfulness, then Professor Orlov could report him to the head of the academy, and he’d be thrown out on his ass, if not completely quarantined for the safety of everyone else. If that happened, then Hazel would eventually be discovered as well, and he couldn’t even think about seeing her be punished. But on the other hand, there was no way that he could just keep going like this. Hazel was taking too long, and the hellhound was starting to get way too active inside of him. He needed to find some better way to handle it, and…well… He needed theories, and that was Professor Orlov’s subject. Who better to give him some possibilities than her? [i]Go to bed,[/i] he told himself. [i]You’re starting to ramble, and if you keep rambling, you’re going to work yourself into a fit. Just…figure it out tomorrow, at the next tutoring session, huh?[/i] Vitus took a deep breath, rolled on his side, and told himself to fall asleep. For once, it worked, and he was out like a light in short order. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]