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How I Became the Bitch of a Gallic God: Part Two

My name is Dirk Ericson, and I use to have what I thought was a pretty good handle on "normal." Normal was waking up in the morning, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, then going to work at a job you probably hated. Well recently my life took my sense of "normal" and threw it to the ground before roughly having its way with it.

Everything was fine and boring until I took a forced vacation from my job as a professor of archeology at Duke University. I was always more the quiet book nerd type and had never even gotten into a fight until the one that nearly got me fired. That led to a dig half way across the world on the tiny speck of an island called Hoy off the coast of Scotland. Every time a person like me pokes around in the dirt a very small part of them thinks that just maybe they will find something historic and become the next Sir Arthur Evans or Hiram Bingham. Well I dug up something alright and it turned out to be a sleeping god. Now he owns me.

I can't lie and say it isn't a willing servitude, but it's not exactly a consensual one either. His name is Finn and despite all my attempts to locate any mention of him in the historical record I've found nothing, and he is quite distinct. Seven feet tall and built like a, well a god, he has long raven black hair that feels like silk as it runs through your fingers. His skin is just barely sun kissed leaving him with a mostly pale completion with a pair of golden eyes that can burn right though you. His ears and tail are like those of a wolf, clothed in soft midnight black fur. They seem to move with his emotions and moods just like a normal wolf's do and as time goes on it gets easier to know what he is thinking just by looking at the way he holds himself.

It was frankly scary how well I grew to know him in only a week, and how completely he knew me. Maybe it had something to do with my own changes from his blessing or maybe it was simply within his power to know things like that. As a stared into my dresser mirror I saw him appear behind me as his arms slowly crossed over his chest. His power had changed me inside and out as we both stared at my reflection.

I hadn't been homily looking before I met him but I also hadn't been this good looking either. My body was quite literally a smaller version of his though my face remained my own. Like Finn there was not a scar of blemish to be found anywhere on my body and I had the same physique he did. Every inch corded, muscled, and hard. I could have spent the rest of my days salving away in a gym and never looked this good. He had also left me with ears and a tail much like his own in an auburn color that matched my hair. I was still trying to get use to these new appendages, and then there was my cock.

Finn was quite literally hung like a horse. Even soft he almost drooped to his knees and the first time he had taken me I had been terrified that he would spilt me in half. He hadn't of course but when he had turned me into whatever it was that I happened to be now he had blessed me in kind. I wasn't as large or as thick as Finn but proportionally I might have been a hair bigger.

He caught me measuring myself with a ruler only a day or two after my transformation and tackled me laughing before bringing me with his skillful hands. When I recovered enough to try again I found to my shock that the ruler was no longer sufficient to give an accurate measurement. My balls for all intents and purposes were proportional with the rest of my package and quite heavy. I was never fully unaware of their gentle tug and crotch space in anything I wore was now at a premium. With these changes came an almost rampant hornyness. Finn had reassured me several times that my changes had only made me "more of who I already was." I didn't really know if that was true since I had never even been with another man before him, but the truth was it really made no difference. I was almost constantly horny and Finn could smell my arousal like a shark could scent blood. It brought him running like nothing else, and he would fuck me as many times as necessary till I was boneless and sated. I felt that same stirring in my loins as I stared at my ears in the mirror and tired not to think about the prefect male body behind me. More blood began to flow into my cock as it rose just a bit.

"I don't know about this," I said as my hands touched my ears making them twitch slightly. "Won't other people see them?" Finn snorted as he met my eyes in the mirror.

"Humans are half blind and most of the time see only what they want to. No one will notice your ears or your tail."

"And the rest of me?" I asked as he continued to eye me up.

"What about it," he said with a little bit of heat in his voice as he took a small step closer. He had that predatory look in his eyes that made things in me go hard and tight.

"W-well I don't look quite like I use to," I said as I felt my tail start to arch and my cock grow a little bit harder.

"Let me tell you what will happen to you then little one," he said as he moved in pressing his chest against my back and lacing the fingers of his hands into mine. He began to pull my hands slightly backward as he pushed me forward with his chest till my lower body was pressed against my dresser my mirror sat on. I felt him begin to grind his mammoth erection into the small of my lower back, trapping my tail there and forcing my hips forward till I was standing on the tips of my toes.

"Men will look on this and grow hard. They will ache for your body, wanting you to take them and make them whole," he said as he began to buck very slowly against the soft fur of my wriggling tail. "Women will look on you and grow moist and want you inside of them," he said as he bucked harder. "Those who you shun with grow sick with jealousy at those you chose to share yourself with, and I assure you there will never be a shortage of willing partners." He whispered mouth grew close to my ear as he began to nibble at it while my lust addled brain was trying to figure out the implications of what he had just said.

"Wait! You're ok with me fucking other people?" I asked a bit shocked as he began to chuckle.

"What I want is your happiness. If other partners will make you happy then that is what I wish. Besides," he said as his mouth moved to whisper in my ear. "The thought of you fucking another while I watch excites me very very much." My cock jerked as a streamed of pre shot toward the mirror as it hit the glass with a wet splat. My body was so hot my legs were begging to shake until a sobering thought crossed my mind.

"What about you?" I asked suddenly more sober. "Will you take other lovers too?" That stopped him as his hands released my own and wrapped tightly around my chest.

"I only share myself with my priests and I see no reason to create another priest when it's all I can do not to chain the only one I have to a bed and keep him there all day," he said as his hot breath washed over my neck. I felt his rod jerk against my back and I almost came right there as a needy little whimper slipped from my lips. He grabbed both my hands again and spread them wide pinning them to the wall on either side of my mirror and I knew what was coming. I felt his cock slide up my crease as he pumped himself a few times making sure his cock was nice and slick. He then pressed its scalding tip against my pucker as my nails dug right though the drywall.

I needed it so bad I was actually panting as I tried to push back against him and impale myself but his hips kept moving denying me as he pressed my hands into the wall. I could see his face over my shoulder as he continued to tease me, chuckling as I tried to force him inside of me.

"Little one, gods would fight each other over you," he said in a breathy voice as it felt him press harder into my body, that wide tip spreading me open. His first thrust all but lifted me off my feet as he at last began to give me what I needed. It was heaven as he kept working more and more of himself deep into me setting my body on fire. I was crying his name before long as he released my hands in order to grab more of me. On thick arm wrapped around my sweat slicked waist while the other grabbed hold of my cock.

His speed increased as he put more force into his movements and lifted with the arm around my waist. I pushed against the wall as my legs hooked around his muscled thighs. My cock was drooling pre like a faucet as his hand pumped it in time his thrusts and he began to zero in on that spot inside he knew would undo me. He squeezed harder and my cock jerked as he teased me pushing me right to the edge. It was something he was a master at. He could keep me there for hours sometimes just toying with me till I would beg him for release. That was not what he was going for at the moment though as I felt his thrusts grow rougher and a tremble run through his body.

He howled loud enough to shake my house and I think I howled along with him as I felt him hilt himself inside me. His cock began to pump its mighty load deep into bowels as my own cock echoed it showering the mirror in front of us. It took almost a minute for us to finish as he held me against him with only the sound of our heavy breathing. I had a rather dazed and stupid look on my face as I felt it start. A deep tingling began at my core as it began to radiate outward filling my body.

It happened each time Finn would finish inside of me. Just a bit of his power would flow into me just like that first night. My whole body would feel pinched and tight as I grew just a little bit. Muscles subtlety thickening as my balls returned to their pre-orgasm plumpness. I always felt like I had energy for days right after as every part of me grew hyper sensitive. The slightest of touches in this state would often bring me back to full aching hardness, and Finn often used this time to tease my body mercilessly. Just the feel of him pulling out of me had me flaring back to full mast as I put my slightly shaky feet back on the ground.

"I think I am going to be late to work," I said softly as he pulled me into another bare chested embrace.

"There will be time," as he laid a kiss on the nape of my neck. "But you need a bath I think," he said as he pushed me toward my bathroom. I know I said earlier that "normal" had all but vanished from my life but sometimes it was almost too much. Things just seemed to happen around Finn that were inexplicable. My house had begun to spontaneously change since the first day he arrived and I was almost sure it was now larger on the inside that the outside.

Nowhere was this more true than my bathroom. Half of it was relatively normal with my sink, mirror, toothbrush, and the rest of my things. Then the cheap tile floor simply gave way to a solid rock as it opened into a huge cavern that was half cave, half sweat lodge. Cut into the bedrock was a roughly square Jacuzzi sized bath filled with almost scalding hot water than I knew never cooled. Steam was always thick in the room and you could sit for hours in the pool soaking or doing other things.

There was no drain yet the water never seemed to get dirty and remained clear as glass. I had to come to love this opulent "bath" as I slipped two feet over the side with the several wide steps. I eased myself in, feeling the heat begin to work at the hint of soreness in my rear as I reached the bottom. The water came to just below my waist in the shallow end and just above my shoulders in the deeper part. I would always stay for a moment in the deeper end before going back to the shallower side to wash myself.

I turned as I saw Finn muscular body slide into the water more gracefully than I could ever be as he dipped his head under the water. He came back up hair wet as he pushed it back on his head, flicking his ears to clear them of water. I bit my lip as my cock twitched underwater and he caught me staring. He smiled as he moved to the edge of the bath and I knew what he wanted as I went willingly. Finn enjoyed the bath even more than I did and one of his great pleasures was actually washing me.

At first it had been almost uncomfortable having someone else wash your body. In a way it was almost more intimate than sex, but like everything he did to me, eventually I ended up loving it. I saw a sponge appear in one hand as a rough bar of soap appeared in the other. He began to lather the sponge as I turned and raised one of my arms. He gently grabbed my wrist and lifted it slightly higher before he began to scrub. I could feel his thick root against my ass and every single touch against my skin felt better than normal thanks to his earlier efforts. The sponge made the long trip down one arm over an achingly hard nipple and brushed the top of my cock as I squirmed just a little.

"Baths are supposed to be relaxing little one," he whispered into my ear as my cock bobbed even with the water.

"Nothing with you is ever relaxing," I said as he pulled my upraised arms up and over his head and began to lather my chest. He was always so meticulous and sometimes it felt as if he traced each and every line on my body. He moved me just a bit to one of the steps and began to work down my frame. I was constantly amazed how he could make something so mundane so special. By this point I was usually in quite a state, and more than a few times my bath had turned into a full on fuck fest after which Finn usually bathed me again.

Today though it was particularly bad with my body still buzzing from Finn's gift from our last love making session. Often times he would pull out after cumming in me once or after I had swallowed one of his loads just to keep me from going into too much of a rut. The bit of energy I got always dissipated after a few hours but if I took in too much of his cum, I almost couldn't control myself.

I made sure to grind against him as he finished, feeling him hard and ready against me, when he suddenly grabbed me with both hands and flung me into the deep end with a grunt. I yipped as I came up splashing before we pulled ourselves out of his oversize "bathtub" and began to dry off. Soon I had brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and started to dress.

My wardrobe was one of those things that had just "changed" when I hadn't been looking. Very little of what I owned before would have fit my new body, except that now all of it did. It was odd because all of my clothes were the same save the fact that they now fit like they had been tailored to fit the new me. Everything felt wonderful and not tight. The right word I guess was snug. Snug like a glove which was how they looked when I walked in front of my mirror. I blushed a bit as the rather plain white button up, tie, khakis was turned into something not indecent but defiantly eye catching.

The pants did nothing to hide the swell of muscle in my legs or ass and put my newly enhanced goods on display. The shirt likewise accentuated my broad shoulders and narrow waist. My arms stretched the sleeves but they didn't even pinch or cut. I remained more concerned about my ears and tail which flicked and wagged largely of their own accord, but Finn had assured me that no one would be the wiser. It was probably also the reason he never got mobbed or arrested going out in nothing more than a loin cloth.

I stepped from my, uh, our bedroom and into my kitchen as I looked at the clock. I had just enough time to grab something quick for breakfast for breakfast before heading into work. Finn was there in the den sitting in my lazyboy that he had claimed as his new "throne" with on hand propping up his chin. He was staring at me the way I imagine tigers stare at their next meal as I headed toward the cabinet beside the sink.

"We are out of cereal," he said calmly as I shot him an odd look. I had gone to the grocery store just two days ago and gotten some, so when I opened the cabinet to find it completely bare I was a little puzzled. I slowly closed the cabinet wondering what was going on and reached for where I kept the oatmeal only to hear him say, "We are out of that too." Again I opened that cabinet to find it as empty as the first and started to get an inkling of what was going on.

"I'll just eat a waffle then," I said turning towards the refrigerator.

"Out of those," he said smiling as he stood and stalked toward the kitchen.

"Toast then."

"Nope."

"Well maybe I will have a banana-"

"Fresh out,"

"Perhaps just a glass of-

"We are out of that too," he said putting a big hand on the door of the fridge as he stood looking down at me with his tail wagging. He seemed to have neglected to put on his loincloth this morning as my eyes flicked down to find him half hard again. My own cock was beginning to tighten painfully in my slacks as I put two and two together.

"I can always just skip it then. No sense in being late," I said lying through my teeth as my mouth began to water.

"Miss the most important meal of the day? Not likely," he said as his arms went to either side of me all but pinning me against the counter. It brought that amazing bare chest within inches of my face as his sent washed over me. I breathed it in as I found that it was getting harder and harder to think straight. I felt a bit giddy as I looked down to find him throbbing hard and heavy, even with the middle of my stomach.

You may not believe me, but before I met Finn I had never even though about sucking another man's cock. I wasn't some closet case and before when looking at other men, even hot ones, my mind just went 'meh'. I didn't understand the appeal and was happy being straight. Now though I wasn't even sure if they had a word for what I was, but the idea of sucking off my god/boyfriend/whatever he was for breakfast nearly made me cum in my pants. I really didn't want to ruin these khakis so I slowly knelt down and let my hands and mouth do their jobs.

I gripped him at his base and stroked him a few times as I ran my tongue over one of his huge balls before sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could. The taste and smell of him was strongest here and had my head buzzing as I licked up the bottom of his cock while my hand continued to twist and pump. We had packed more cock sucking practice into one week than I thought was possible and I was getting better as I heard him growl above me and his hand grabbed the top of my head. I shivered as he gave my hair a firm jerk just enough to let me feel it before his hips moved till I was lapping at his tip.

Perhaps the last change to my body I had discovered was my tongue, which was now Gene Simons long. It was prefect for times like these as it traced the sensitive ridge of his head before moving over his slit to collect the liquid nectar there. I could lose myself in this, kneeling and worshiping his cock. It made the new parts of me quiver in delight as gave him one long pump squeezing a dollop of pre into my waiting mouth. He gave my hair another tug and pressed forward letting me know he wanted to finish this faster than we usually did. Probably didn't want me to be late from work though my brain was having a hard time figuring out why work was more important than cock.

His wide tip penetrated my mouth as he stretched my jaw and I hummed happily. My job was mostly done at this point as he began to use me holding me still as his hips worked his thick meat down my throat. Apparently gods didn't like their priests with gag reflexes because I didn't have one anymore as i tried to swallow in time with his thrusts. I could see his tail beating the air behind him and mine was making a racket slapping and the cabinets behind me as his thrusts grew rougher. I had quickly learned that he had a bit of a hitch in his thrusts just before the big moment as I felt him jerk. He pulled back he was just barely in my mouth and came hard, his fingers tightening in my hair.

I could swallow quite fast now as his thick scalding cream filled my mouth and I gulped it down like a champ. I didn't want to think about what two of his loads inside of me would do to my body for the rest of the day as I felt a bit more of his power flow into me. A pleasant tautness filled me as I felt my clothes tighten around me just a hair more. I doubted I was going to be able to go fully soft for some time as the flow began to abate, and I sucked the last bit right out of him.

When he dropped limp from my mouth he was bone dry and breathing hard as I slowly stood feeling like I was going burst right though something I was wearing if I moved wrong. His arms wrapped around me bringing out lips together again before he kissed me long and deep.

"I will miss you today," he said as I realized that today was going to be the longest time we had spent apart since he had followed me home.

"Absence makes the heart grow fonder," I said straitening myself up as I checked for any evidence of our activities on my shirt and face. Surprisingly there was none despite his torrential production.

"My heart is not the part that concerns me when you are away," he said as I snorted and pored myself a cup of coffee. "Still you should have more than enough energy to fuck as many people at your job as you wish and still be ready for what I have planned for you when you get home." I nearly spilled coffee down the front of my shirt as I looked up at his face and shivered.

"And what would that be?" I asked.

"Have a good day at work honey," he said slapping me on the ass as he walked out of the room.

As soon as I was in my car, listening to the radio and not staring at a naked heathen god it was a great deal easier to think. Sex was still constantly on my brain as I tried to imagine what Finn had in store for me but I could think about other things too. Like for instance how almost a day after arriving back in the states the college had called and told me to come back to work just like that. I suspected divine intervention but could prove nothing as I pulled into my parking space a bit tense. I stepped out of my vehicle a bit apprehensive with my ears twitching this way and that.

There weren't too many students or faculty milling about other than the ones that taught or attended 8:00 morning classes, and most of them were only half awake. As I walked to my building though I did notice I was getting a number of stares and second looks. It wasn't the wide eyed open mouthed stare of someone gawking at a streaker or a strange man with ears and a tail though. Most were just checking me out or in the case of some of the bolder ones doing some blatant eye fucking. Surprisingly I found I didn't mind. I don't know if the old me would have felt this way but I actually liked the attention.

Maybe I was a bit more vain than I thought, but the fact that random strangers could look at me and just want me made me felt good. Too good almost, and more than that it was as if I could feel their desire. When a woman walking behind me began tracing her eyes all over my body I felt it as I stopped and turned. She very nearly tripped over her own feet, face going red when she saw me smile as she realized she had been caught. My stalker happened to be the chancellor of the school so I politely said good morning and watched her walked past. Her pace quickened and I fought not to laugh as she kept going and I stepped inside my building.

I didn't see anyone else until I greeted my middle aged and eternally perky secretary who I shared with about five other professors.

"Good morning Grace," I said quickly slipping past her desk.

"Oh good morning Dirk! Welcome back!" she said seeming genuinely happy to see me an instant before he eyes widened further. I stopped in my doorway and turned back to see her really staring this time. She wasn't checking me out but instead was staring at me with a very curious almost confused expression on her face. I had to fight not to reach for my ears.

"You found someone didn't you," she said suddenly as a smile lit her features as I breathed a small sigh of relief.

"Now why would you say that?" I asked curious. She shrugged before pointing an accusing finger at me.

"You have a glow about you," she said like I was some kind of expecting mother. "You didn't look this happy when you were with-"

"She-who-will-not-be-spoken-of," I said quickly before I had to hear my ex-fiancé's name spoken aloud.

"Fine, you didn't look this happy when you were with her," she said confidently. "I never liked her by the way, I guess I can tell you that now, but I know I'm not wrong about this. There is a new woman in your life."

"I think you might be mistaking my 'glow' for the tan I got while adventuring abroad and would kindly ask that you make no more inquiries into my personal affairs Ms. Grace," I said with a straight face as she crossed her arms.

"I'm going to find out about her, just you wait," she said before I closed my door chuckling to myself at how close to right she was. I breathed a sigh of relief that no one seemed to notice my new features or how I had changed. Finn had assured me that everyone would think I looked the same as I always had and it seemed he was right.

I spent about an hour preparing for my first class of the day, Ancient Civilizations 1001. It was a class I taught at least one semester a year as I ran off about fifty copies of my syllabus which were the same as the year before. I had done the class so many times I could have taught the class in my sleep and many of the students probably would have preferred it that way. Ancient Civ. was a popular choice for students needing to get a history credit out of the way and usually picked up a broad spectrum of the student body. Very few who took the class really interested in dusty old antiquity other than the history majors, but I enjoyed the material and knew it by heart so I never felt like it was a waste of my day.

Soon I was walking into in one of the smaller multi-use rooms in a lower part of my building just a minute or two before the bell rang as I surveyed the room. The general mummer of conversation dropped and then went completely silent as I approached the podium. While I had always done alright when attempting to command a class, it was pin drop quite as I cleared my throat.

"Good Morning, my name is Professor Ericson and if you are in Gender Studies 1001, you are in the wrong classroom." That got a bit of polite laughter as I launched into the class and began to review the syllabus. I was maybe half way through it when I noticed something was different. Normally when I did this most student's slept through it or tuned out, but a surprising number were awake and paying attention. Some though were watching me a bit harder than others.

Every time I turned to write something on the board I felt there stares increase but two in particular stood out. As I stepped back to the podium I soon found the pair. The closest one was a very attractive co-ed dressed to the nines sitting on the front row. She gave off the impression of a sorority type and didn't look like a freshman. Her hair looked like it was a natural dirty blond but it was cut a bit short, and she had that natural lushness that comes with being twenty and in shape. I had a startlingly clear vision of her on her knees sucking my cock while I sat in my office chair.

The thought surprised me as my eyes paused on her for an instant too long. He face changed almost suddenly as her lips twisted up just a bit as he legs crossed under her desk. I could suddenly smell her arousal wafting toward me as my cock tightened in my slacks. Had I not been behind the podium the entire class would have gotten to see it stretching slowly down my leg. Within seconds there was a very real chance that I was going to pop a seam as I tore my eyes away and thought about the indigenous peoples of the Arctic Circle.

My body was still so damn horny it didn't like what I was telling it to do, but inch by inch I slowly calmed down. Random sex with a student of in my class was not about to happen. I still had standards. We finished the syllabus and I went into a brief outline of what we would cover before I dismissed the class and I started to pack away my things. I didn't get very far into it before I saw her approach the podium while the rest of the class filed out the door.

"Professor I had some questions about the course do you know when you would have so free time to_talk_ latter, maybe in your office or someplace-"

"If you would like to talk about the class make an appointment with my secretary during my office hours. We can discuss the specifics of the course in more detail then," I said in the most dismissive tone I could manage as I turned back to my things. "The number is on the syllabus." That seemed to shut her down as she turned away and I took way longer than necessary fiddling with my things till at last I was left alone in the room.

Breathing a sigh of relief I stepped out the door only to be caught by admirer number two as he cleared his throat and approached.

"Professor my coach told me to ask you about any tutoring options for your class this semester. I'm going to miss some days for games and I have to keep my average up to play so...." He seemed to trail off as I stared a bit too hard. I couldn't prove it but I bet the look on my face was very like how Finn stared at me sometimes. He had short cropped brown hair that was buzzed on the sides and styled up high in middle just above his blue eyes. His skin or the parts I could see were very tan, and he had an extremely lean and fit look about him with legs that looked etched in stone.

His t-shit was just tight enough and the worn and faded gym shorts he wore hugged him in the right places as I wondered what he would taste like. He wasn't short but he wasn't tall either, and from my new found height I looked down on more people than I use to. He was maybe six inches shorter than me at about 5'8" and looked light enough that I knew I would have no problem picking him up and putting right where I wanted him. From his build, hair, and size I was betting soccer player as I imagined him running up and down the field all sweaty.

His mouth was moving now but nothing coming out as a bit of pink made it to his cheeks. He had very soft and full looking lips as I scented his arousal as it mixed in the air with my one. Had my bag not been in front of my groin he would have seen the effect he was having on me as I watched him start to chub in his gym shorts.

"What's your name?" I asked pretending I wanted to know so I could recommend him a tutor while I tried to lasso my libido.

"Bryan..." he said slowly like it was hard for him to talk.

"I can recommend you someone," I said slowly as I saw his face drop. "And you can always talk to me after class or during my office hours if you feel like you are missing something."

"O-oh well can I get your number then?" he asked a little too quickly.

"It's all on the syllabus," I said pointing to the crumpled paper in his hand as he quickly unfolded and smoothed it out.

"Uh you don't tutor do you? I mean it might be better if I get as much as possible from the source. I could, uh, pay you for your time if you're busy or we could work out something-"

"School rules don't allow professors to tutor students. It wouldn't be fair for the rest of the class," I said as his cute face fell. He looked like a puppy who had been kicked as he stared at me for a minute. A cute very fuckable puppy.

"Oh ok," he said looking a bit deflated. "And if I can't meet during your office hours because of practice or games or something do think we can meet some other time?"

"We can probably work something out. I would love to talk more but I have to be somewhere in just a few minutes," I said lying to his face.

"Oh! Uh yeah so do I. I guess I'll see you next class then professor," he said as he slowly turned and walked away. As I watched his ass retreat down the hallway it was all I could do not to growl. My nails had punched five neat holes through the thick leather handle of my satchel which was still covering my erection. When it softened enough for me to walk without undue pain I began moving toward the nearest bathroom intent on jerking off as fast as possible while imagining Bryan's ball handling skills. The fact that I had almost fucked a student was jarring, but it didn't seem to rattle me as much as I thought it should have.

It had been almost easy to turn the girl down but Bryan, fuck I wanted to do filthy things to him. If we had ended up in my office or somewhere else I don't know if I could have controlled myself. It seemed that my body wanted to fuck everything that moved. The fact that I knew he wanted me eased my guilt a little bit. I mean it wasn't rape or anything, but when no one could resist you was it really consensual? My balls had a particular heavy feeling to them that was not at all comfortable like they were scolding me for ignoring them as I rounded the corner and saw the bathroom door labeled 'staff only'. I was going to have a long talk with Finn (after we fucked each other's brains out of course) about making me this horny before work. My morning BJ habit might have to stop if I kept almost pouncing my students.

As my hand was reaching for the door I felt my phone ring. I swore before fishing it out of my pocket as I stopped and leaned against the wall.

"Dirk this is Grace, you have a visitor in your office."

"Can it wait?" I asked as the heavy feeling in my balls seemed to grow.

"Dirk it's your new grad assistant. You were supposed to meet with him this morning after your class. His appointment started five minutes ago," she hissed into the phone as I looked at my watch. I vaguely remembered her saying something to me about the meeting as I walked out the door. Fuck me, my wank would just have to wait. My balls seemed to churn harder at being deigned as I turned back towards the stairs and and spoke into my phone. "Be there in a second."

I took the stairs two at a time wanting to get my meeting and get it over with as I reached my floor. I nearly knocked a college over in the hall as I turned a corner toward my office and reached for the door. As soon as I opened it though I came to a complete stop freezing right in the doorway, my eyes staring at the man I saw there. He was sitting causally on the corner of Grace's desk casually flirting with my secretary, and with one look I immediately forgot all about Bryan.

The stranger wasn't a lean man, but he wasn't built very thick like me, more of a happy medium. He was also probably just a hair under six foot with very fine dark hair that was braided down his back in some kind of complicated plat. He had a thin vest on that looked worn with a light colored shirt underneath. It looked as if he had cut the sleeves from the shirt leaving his muscled arms bare to the shoulders, showing off a dazzling display colorful tattoos. Someone had spent a lot of time on this man's ink as it wrapped around both arms leaving little of his dark skin visible.

His face turned away from Grace and seemed to fix on me as I got a good look at his features. High proud cheek bones and strong lines made him look very handsome, but his eyes made him look wild. A rich hazel color and full of mischief, they seemed to flick over me as his mouth seemed to twitch. He was holding a motorcycle helmet in his left hand against a pair of worn jeans that fit just as snug as the clothing he wore on his upper body. The jeans trailed down to a pair of battered riding boots that looked as worn as the rest of his clothing, and made for a striking figure. He didn't seem to fit very well in the room or even the stuffy East Coast College around him. I imagined him somewhere dusty, hot, and open which seemed to fit as he slowly stood.

"Dirk this is-

"Dan Istaqa," he said reaching forward with one rather calloused hand. He had a firm grip as I shook it but his sent threw me off more than anything. He smelled like sagebrush, sandalwood and something wild that made all my senses perk up. The look he was giving me as he gave me the once over was also quite telling. His smile widened just a hair and I knew he liked what he saw and so did I. My tail was already going at a frantic rate and I think I felt a lot like Bryan had just a few minutes ago. When I opened my mouth I was just glad words came out as I released his hand.

"Dirk Ericson. We can talk in my office if you want," I said. He nodded before leaning close to Grace who seemed to be as friendly with him as I had ever seen her be to anyone and whispered something into her ear. I shouldn't have been able to hear it, but my sharp ears caught it anyway as one swiveled their way and heard the words "You didn't say he was such a cutie."

My poker face wasn't all that good and I was pretty sure he saw it change just after he said as Grace blushed and burst into giggles. He stood laughing with her as he turned and walked into my office. I watched him go with obvious interest noting a certain grace to his movements as he sat down in one the old office chairs that sat in front of my cluttered desk. What I had done to deserve his gorgeous and clearly interested man dropped into my lap I didn't know as I sat down and tried to think about raping my grad assistant.

"So Mr. Istaqa, what brings you to this fine institution of higher education?" I asked as he put both hands behind his head.

"Needed a change of scenery and Duke has a great archeology department so I wanted to finish up my PHD here."

"What are you specializing in?"

"Early Native American Artifacts and Lore," he said. "I guess you can thank the casino money but there are a lot of good digs going on out west. Grace was just telling me you just got back from one. Find anything?" he asked looking more interested.

"Can't say I did. But Istaga, is that a Hopi name?" He looked a bit surprised before slowly nodding.

"Yeah but I'm not a Hopi, more of a mongrel really from all over the place, but good ear. You from out west?"

"My dad was military so we moved all over the place. We lived in Arizona for a while though. Where you from originally?"

"I went to school at Stanford," he said smiling. "How about you?"

The small talk continued for a while and I had no desire for it to stop. Dan was a genuinely interesting person and at 27 he was just a year or two younger than I was. I could smell he was a smoker but it wasn't a tobacco smell or the dank weed smell that wafted off more than a few of the students I had passed. There was also something different about him that I just couldn't put my finger on, but none of it made me want him any less.

As he shifted in his seat I could see the lean play of muscle across his body. I was willing to bet he was hard and tight all over as I wondered what it would be like to run my hands over all that dark skin.

"Tell me big guy, is there anywhere good to eat right around here? I don't really know where anything is yet and I'm feeling starved."

"Uh yeah there are a few good places. JB's BBQ is right off campus it you are really hungry," I said.

"Well then how about I take you out to lunch then? Unless you have plans." he said catching me a bit off guard. I don't know what it said about my current state that I had a harder time with the idea of him asking me out to lunch than me dragging him into the broom closet down the hall and fucking him silly. Maybe it was some holdover from my life before Finn. Maybe I felt like I should be the one asking. Or maybe I just didn't know how to respond to this stud maybe kinda hopefully hitting on me. My apparent confusion seemed to amuse him before the words, "Yeah sure," slipped past my lips. The next thing I knew we were walking across the campus.

My mind was still buzzing as we stepped in the BBQ joint. I was blowing this, whatever this was way out of proportion. Yeah I wanted Dan, but I didn't seem to be too picky either lately and it wasn't like I wouldn't drop any of them like a hot potato if Finn so much as looked at me. The paradigm shift in my sexual tastes was turning out to be just as confusing as I had feared it would be the very first night I met Finn. He was simply smart enough (or horny enough) to keep me so well fucked I didn't have time to think about it. Now however as I sat across the table from some guy I had only met today I didn't know how to act.

I felt like all of my hard won social skills had regressed to that of a four year old. It reminded me a lot of my first few awkward dates growing up. Only this wasn't a date. Not really. It was two guys from the college eating BBQ together at lunch. There were at least six other solely male groups I could see from my seat. Eating as JB's wasn't exactly the same as marching in a pride parade or anything so why the hell was I so nervous.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Dan said as he picked up his glass of sweet tea and took a sip.

"Just been though a lot lately," I said wondering why I was even bothering him with this.

"Life can be a bitch sometimes but at least it's not boring all the time." he said.

"Yeah, well its been a little to exciting lately. After the last few weeks I'm luck I even still have a job," I said surprising myself again as Dan's eyes lit up. There was something about him that made you almost want to spill your guts, and I was still mad about my ex-fiancé. The anger had mostly brunt out and I was by all accounts happier now than I had ever been, but betrayal stings and some of the ashes were still a bit warm.

"Oh, what happened?"

"I kind of assaulted a co-worker," I said sheepishly as his grin grew wider.

"What did he do? Steal your parking place?"

"No he, uh, I walked in on him fucking my fiancé. My now ex-fiancé." I'm not sure what he was expecting but it wasn't that. He had just taken another slip of his tea and seemed to almost choke on it. The waiter brought our food while he was recovering from his coughing fit and I was asking myself why I was telling an almost total stranger this. I bit into my BBQ sandwich because I was hungry and wanted a distraction from my thoughts as he recovered enough to speak again.

"I didn't pick you for the white picket fences and happy endings type," he said as he held his chest.

"Well I guess I use to be," I said before taking another bite.

"Use to be?" he asked grinning as I pretended not to hear him. The rest of our lunch went like any other and even my libido seemed to calm. I still wanted to rip his clothes off but I was a more manageable urge. Dan had conveniently left his helmet back in my office and we were walking back still talking when I saw her turn and walk out of one of the administrative buildings. Suddenly all the things that had happened to me in the weeks since our spilt didn't matter. The woman I had spent two years of my life loving managed to bring a shadow of all that anger and pain roaring back as I stood there watching her. She didn't see me as she passed in front of us and I silently watched her go.

"That her?" Dan asked nodding toward her looking a bit surprised.

"Yeah," I said as I forced my body to start moving again. We were in my office again before either one of us said anything else.

"You were way out of her league anyway," he said as I picked up his helmet and held it out towards him. He didn't take it but instead just stood there as his foot bumped the door shut behind us. It didn't really matter though since Grace was gone and no one else seemed to be in their offices either.

"Well she didn't think that at the time," I said managing a slightly bitter laugh.

"I counted four people who would have begged for your cock on bended knee just on the way back from lunch."

His words got my attention as my eyes snapped up towards his. He had a positively predatory look on his face as his tongue licked his lips. The effect was spellbinding. I was suddenly warm all over as my lustful thoughts about him, which had never really abated, were kicked into high gear.

"There is no way that shallow little woman would have left you looking like you do now," he said as he stalked around my desk towards me. "Tell me, what happened to you Dirk? Who gave you those adorable ears and tail?"

I was too stunned to speak as he stepped forward and reached behind my ear finding that same spot Finn always could and began to rub. A dopey smile washed over my face as I leaned into it before I could stop myself. It took almost half a minute before I could summon enough resistance to jerk away as I put the desk between us, but in that span of time something else happened that blew my mind even further.

Dan was no longer standing across from me anymore. Instead a coyote stood there on two legs wearing the same clothes that Dan had been wearing, and staring at me out of those same hazel eyes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!" I shouted at the coyote man as his paw came slowly to his chin, still looking at me with that same amused expression. I wasn't very sure I knew how he was a coyote. I wasn't any kind of hunter or animal buff, but I had seen Finn as a wolf and he wasn't that. His muzzle was more tapered and thinner while his ears were larger compared to the rest of him than either mine of Finn's. The fur on his arms was a rainbow of color and seemed to mimic the tats he had as a human, and I could see a wisp of a tail wagging slowly behind him. His sent was stronger now too, and it seemed to invade my senses. My body felt suddenly as hot, tight, and horny as I had been this morning when I had knelt between Finn's legs.

My cock was straining against my pants and a visible wet spot had already begun to from. I was about half a second away from tearing my clothing off and flinging myself at him when I thought of Finn. It didn't make the hornyness any better but it kept me from tackling him as he eyed each other.

"Fuck me I haven't seen a human like you in centuries," he said. "Someone put quite a bit of themselves into you. Who was it?

"His name is Finn," I said, unsure what else to say. His brows furrowed momentarily before his paw went back to his hip.

"I don't know any Finn, and I know everyone," he said as he tried to move closer. I edged around my desk managing to keep it between us.

"Stay the fuck back whatever you are!" I shouted again as he just laughed.

"Your Finn must not be doing much other than fucking you if you don't know what I am. But who could blame him!" he said with a hungry growl as his hands went out and he darted toward me. I felt a pang in my chest as I jumped backward sending papers and one of my chairs flying. Part of me wanted very much for him to catch me as he panted a bit before laughing again. His laugh was bad. I felt it brush over my skin like an invisible caress lighting up nerves as it went.

"I'm Coyote," he said as his name seemed to hang in the air. It was then that I realized that coyote wasn't what he was, it was who he was. I was running around my office playing keep away with a Native American god. He was also incredibly hot. Maybe Finn had fucked something lose in my head but most of me thought he looked hotter like this than when he had looked human. I wasn't quite sure what that said about me.

"I was a builder once, then a trickster, now I just kind of am, but I haven't wanted anyone as bad as you in a long time Dirk. You Finn is just going to have to find another because you are going to be mine soon!" he said with a look that had me going hot and cold simultaneously. I bolted for the door but didn't even get three steps before he was standing there in front of it grinning.

"Where do you think you are going stud? Were just about to do what you've wanted to do to me since you saw me," he said far too cockily. I was about to tell him he could go fuck himself when he began to peel off his shirt and jacket. In a remarkably short amount of time he stood there bare chested as I began to drool. He had a chest like the guys you see in underwear of cologne ads, AFTER they've been air brushed and photo shopped. His fur was thin all over him thickening right around his neck. It was a soft gray with random flecks of brown and lighter gray though out that I knew would make him all but vanish into a desert landscape. His tatted up arms were thick and corded but not body builder sized. He had more of a cross fit trained body with a compact and explosive strength. Eight fuzzy brick like abs stood out prominently above a sculpted Adonis belt that tapped invitingly towards his groin which looked far more bulgy than it had in his human guise.

A needy whine slipped out of my mouth as we both heard a seem in my pants let go with a 'POP'. He was smiling like he had already won and I think maybe he had. His words about stealing me from Finn scared me shitless. I could no more think of going without air than I could without Finn. I also couldn't stop starring at coyote pecks. He bounced them once chuckling as my hands clenched aching to touch him and I didn't know how much longer I could last.

"You've got more self-control that I thought but we all have a breaking point and you are nearing yours aren't you?" he said, his eyes practically glowing as he hands went south towards his belt. In one smooth motion he had it undone as his jeans slid off him. He wore nothing underneath but fur as his package bounced into view, already hard and ready. Coyote was hung. I could see that immediately. He wasn't like Finn who could make farm animals feel inadequate, but he had to be close to a foot and nearly as thick as I was. A plump pair hung under his bobbing member looking almost oversized as they pressed against both his muscled thighs.

On his smaller thinner frame his package looked positively gigantic as he sauntered towards me. I might as well have been rooted to the ground because I couldn't seem to move an inch as I watched his fingers go to the top button of my shirt. He started unbuttoning revealing more and more of my chest as a long growl slipped from his lips. He seemed almost as enraptured with by body as I seemed with his as he ran a paw down my bare chest, dragging a finger through the treasure trail of fur leading towards my crotch.

My leg twitched as he rubbed down my belly and he saw it. Before I knew it he had me up against the wall, both paws on me rubbing my belly as hard as he could while I moaned and my legs shook.

"Oh Dirk likes his belly rubs doesn't he," he whispered in my ear as I inhaled another lung full of his heady musk. Fuck yes I did. If you every wonder why dogs seem to fall into a pleasure coma when you scratch their belly it's because it feels almost as good as a blow job. Finn found this terribly amusing and would sometimes tease me for hours slowly running his fingers over my chest. Coyote wasn't as gentle as I felt him cup and squeeze on of my slightly fuzzy pecks. His fingers squeezed my already hard nipple, but before I could react I felt him bite down hard enough in a neat circle around the other hard enough to leave teeth marks.

I heard him growl the word "Mine!" as he did it as I came inside my slacks all but collapsing on top of him. He held me like I weighted nothing as he used the time to tear my shirt the rest of the way off me and slip a paw over down grope at my ass. I knew we making enough noise to bring the entire building into my office, but it seemed that no one was coming as my cock continued to squirt. The fact that Coyote had brought me without so much as touching my cock scared me almost at it aroused me as we moved toward my desk.

He sent everything to the floor with one sweep of his tail before I felt him lay me down almost gently on top of it. I was in such a post cum high I couldn't even see straight as the spot where he had bit me still throbbed. Distantly I could feel him undoing my belt and ripping off my pants as I gave a great sigh of relief. He shredded my underwear tossing them away and I felt his hot tongue on my thigh. I looked down to see Coyote on top of the desk eagerly cleaning every last bit of cum of my body. I was still recovering when I felt him grip my semi-hard rod and gently clean the underside with his tongue.

He took his time with it as it slowly began to rise, and by the time he was done I was diamond hard again. He wrapped on paw around as much of it as he could grip and began to pump slowly.

"Fuck you are a big boy," he growled sending shivers down my spine. Coyote keep one paw on my cock as he stretched himself towards my head as he found my lips. Like everything about him it was possessive and dominate as he quickly owned my mouth. I whimpered as I tasted a hint of my own cream mixed with his own distinct taste. My hands were soon all over him pulling him even closer to me, his fur on my skin feeling even better than I thought it would.

You have to understand that part of me was screaming in horror. I loved Finn, or at least I thought I did. It was more than I had ever felt for any other person, even my ex-fiancé. This felt like a betrayal of everything we shared. It didn't matter than Finn had given me permission to fuck other people because Coyote wasn't a person. He was another god, or creature, or whatever the hell Finn was. A creature who wanted to own me just like Finn did. But I could no more say no to him than I could Finn as he nibbled his way down my neck.

Maybe it was because of what Finn had done to me, or some buried inner hunger he had only released but I couldn't stop myself from wanting Coyote almost just like I did Finn as he released my dick and slid up my body. He had his red tinged cock in my mouth before I knew what he was doing as his hips moved and he started thrusting downward. He began roughly fucking my head into the surface of my own desk, his balls slapping hard against my chin as I came again.

Finn had used me but never quite like this and fuck if it didn't turn me on. I showed us both in my cum as he kept going even faster than before. I could feel him straining and his balls seemed to hit harder with each stroke until at last I felt him jerk and squirt directly into my stomach. I wanted to taste it but soon that didn't matter as my body was flooded with his power. It had a different feel than Finn's did, hotter, brighter, and wilder but it had the same effect. Soon I felt as if I might burst as Coyote's power seemed to mix with what was already within me.

I could feel my ear's itching as they grew larger on top of my head becoming almost coyote sized. My chest grew fuzzier and hairier while the line of fur down my belly grew thicker too. The rest of my body swelled outward as more muscle piled onto my frame. My arms, legs, chest, and back all burned as I grew larger and harder, lines etching themselves deeper onto my frame. Coyote pulled out of my mouth letting me get the first full breath in what felt like an hour, his eyes still glowing.

There was a tenuous connection between us now, not as deep like what I had with Finn, but it was there. I could feel him reveling in his work as his eyes feasted. Thicker legs, a bigger chest, and an even more rounded ass made me look even more like a dedicated body builder than I had before as I felt one of his hands cup my package. The change was still going strong there as the burning sensation seemed to pool in my groin as he rubbed and stroked helping me along. My cock grew almost an inch longer, not that I needed anymore, as a webbing of thick pencil thick veins stretched down my long shaft adding texture and girth. My balls seemed to catch most of his power though growing as he rolled them in his hand. They swelled to the size of oranges churning so hard It felt like each orb had a mini-vibrator inside it.

Coyote sucked one in to his mouth while lapping at it then moved to the other making them roil all the harder. Even though I had only cum seconds ago I could already feel my body getting close again as I felt something clench suddenly around my package. My head jerked upward off the desk to see a thick shiny metal cockring wrapped all the way around my shaft and balls. It squeezed and pinched at the top of my dick forcing more blood it stay in my shaft as my already bloated shaft began to throb and ache. Like magic my approaching climax was put on indefinite hold as I nearly screamed, while my hips bucked wildly.

There was far too much blood being squeezed in my overpumped dong as it turned a shiny angry purple. The tip thickened as my slit bulged and the veins along the shaft flared larger. I was so hard I hurt at least until I felt Coyote's paw on it. My extreme arousal seemed to amplify all sensation as my dick began to jerk and twitch like it was cuming. I was growing truly desperate for relief as I stared at the thick cock ring encircling my package. There was no way it was coming off in my current state but I couldn't make myself finish with it on. I reached for it hoping I could find some way to slip it off when Coyote slapped my hand.

"Bad puppy! You're just going to learn to love your new collar," he said as he rose above me still gripping my rod. I realized what he was planning a second before he did in as he lowered himself onto my cock. He wasn't gentle as my tip slammed past his pucker and thrust up into his body. He had a look of pure bliss on his face as both his hands went to the middle of my chest and he began to ride me like a rented mule.

It was rough sweaty pounding sex as Coyote fucked me like he was getting paid for it. Four or five strokes in he had taken me to the hilt, his ass slapping against my sensitive balls on every downward thrust. He came moments later, thick and beautiful, spraying his white spunk across my chest and head, but he didn't even had the decency to stop as he kept bouncing on top of me. I could feel it every time his cock fired as his passage rippled and clenched around me but no matter how amazing it felt I just couldn't finish.

My claws had scored the top and sides of the desk to keep us from slipping and falling off but I needed them now as I grabbed as much furry coyote ass as I could hold and began to hammer him down even harder onto my cock. He yipped in surprise when I grabbed him, my hands gripping hard enough to bruise, as I began to put all my strength into pounding the song dog's tight muscled rump.

I had never fucked angry before but that was what it felt like as my efforts were added it his. Had he been mortal I don't see how he could have taken it but the fucker seemed to enjoy it even more and I had him cumming again in less than three minutes. This time he screamed my name as he came, roaring for more as I tried to give it to him. The next time he came he could barely form words and the time after that it was just yips and moans as I kept going.

I wasn't sure how long we continued fucking. It could have been only an hour or as many as three but I know that I had never been so tired in my life. The blood in my veins felt like it had been replaced with battery acid. My muscles burned so badly I could barely move them, but stopping wasn't an option. If I stopped I wouldn't be able to cum and if I didn't cum I was surely going to die. I saw Coyote staring down at me during one of my few rare fleeting moments of clarity, his eyes wide and open. I didn't know what he had expected but I hadn't been this as he began to work a rocking motion into our fucking.

I was a singularly focused creature at the moment. Anything that didn't have to do with me getting off was instantly discarded from my mind but even in my fog I heard it when the closed door to my office exploded. Coyote's head turned as a savage grin fixed its self on his face. My eyes moved following his and what I saw there nearly made my heart break. Finn was standing there in the ruined remains of my doorway in all his muscular glory staring speechless at the two of us. I had never seen such a look of shock on his face, and it looked almost alien.

I wanted to cry out to him and beg his forgiveness but I felt the ring around my package loosen at last. Nothing could have stopped me from cuming at that moment as everything below my neck jerked and drew tight. Coyote's muzzle was suddenly close to mine as victory flashed in his eyes and I felt the first wave of cum roll up my dick. It was so large that it seemed to stretch my cock even wider as it fired deep inside of him. His own cock let lose in his biggest load yet, but it paled in comparison to mine as I emptied what felt like pints of pent up lust into his ass.

Cum was forcing its way out of his stretched hole coating my still twitching balls, his ass, tail, and everything beneath us as he leaned closer to my ear and began to whisper. I was having trouble staying conscious as dark swirled in front of my eyes and my body was simply overloaded, but his words came though clear as a bell making me tremble.

"I want you to remember his moment for the rest of your days pup. When you think about me, and you will, remember this pleasure." He growled before licking the rim of one ear. "You will be mine, of that there is no doubt, and when the time comes you will say those words in front of your Finn and the whole world letting everyone know who you belong to, won't you pup?"

I wanted to howl and rip and tear him apart for thinking he could separate me from Finn but all that came out of my mouth was a quite traitorous, "Yes!" as his mouth moved and bit into the nape of my neck claiming me. That was all I could take as my cock exploded inside him one last time. My vision began to fade out but I could see his glowing hazel eyes staring possessively at my own until the dark at last swallowed them up.