Alaric let the two teens go for the day. He told Hope to take Kyle to see Dr. Tig. He would need someone to talk to to sort through the trauma he had suffered.
He stood there, looking at the computer monitor and the image of Kyle's grandfather still showing on the screen. What was going on here? Kyle said his grandfather had died years ago.
Hope verified that the face on the screen was the face she had seen, but Alaric himself had not seen the thing's face. He had no reason not to believe them, though.
Either way, that wasn't what was paramount here. Alaric moved around behind his desk and sat down. He had to take some time now and concentrate on the matter that had been bothering him all morning, the thing that was really important.
Hope Mikaelson's fat, juicy tits.
My God, he thought, those tits were just begging for a squeezin'!
His hands found his belt buckle, and worked quickly to unfasten it.
Normally he worked hard to ignore Hope's oversized assets, but that only worked if he didn't see her every second of every day like he had for the past week or so.
Driving all the way out to Colorado with her plump tits constantly forcing their way into his peripheral vision had been an ordeal. He told her she could ride in the back and sleep, but she had laughed and said she didn't want to ride in the back like a child.
No Hope, you are definitely not a child. Damn.
His hand closed around his thick shaft and he started slowly pumping.
God, it would be so good to get his hands on those. When she had bent over in front of Kyle just before he had almost sprayed his shorts. He pretended not to look at first, but when she closed her eyes to enact the spell he had leaned in and gotten a good look down her shirt. That cleavage was insane.
Kyle was a lucky bastard. He felt bad for him because his parents died, and life as he knew it was over…but at least at his age he had a shot at getting ahold of those juicy breasts. Alaric knew he didn't have a chance in Hell. So he had to settle for just looking.
It's too bad she was wearing a bra or he could have seen everything. He so badly wanted to see her nipples. Logically he knew it was not a big deal, because the way her nipples always poked out of her top he figured she might as well take it off. Was she cold all the time? Why were they always so hard? Why was she trying his resolve so much?
His shaft pumping began picking up steam. In his head he knew he should have went back to his room, but he couldn't wait. This. Couldn't. Wait.
He thought about all the time they spent together training in martial arts. For some reason the girl refused to wear a decent sports bra, so her breasts were constantly flopping around. He thought surely that must be painful, but she never changed her workout gear, so he supposed not.
Even as he pumped his meat he felt bad. Hope thought she was better than she really was. She had started landing quite a few hits on him lately. She thought it was because she was learning, but it was really because Alaric couldn't keep his mind out of the gutter while he was teaching her.
She still left way too many openings and broadcasted her attacks with sloppy form. He could easily take her down, but he was always distracted when her breasts were jiggling here and there. Then he would be the one who was flat on his back with her smiling over him.
God what it must be like to be under her, pumping up into her while those tits sway over you. Shit!
His hand was working away furiously now. He was bucking his hips, moaning and everything.
He had tried to put some distance between them. She had been his student a long time, and he knew she saw him as a semi-father-figure at least. Sometimes she tried to hug him. He had tried to put a stop to that by making it look like he didn't want to be hugged.
Just when they got out of Colorado, he was gassing up the truck. Kyle was still asleep in the back seat, and Hope and gotten out to feel some fresh air on her face in the dark, early hours of the morning.
He saw her standing off at the edge of the lot by an open grass field. He could tell immediately that she was crying. He froze. He knew as her teacher he should go see what was wrong, but he had a bad feeling…
Then he mentally kicked himself for not going to help a student who needed consoling, so he finished gassing up the truck and walked over to her. He was half-hoping and half-dreading what might happen next.
He came up behind her and said "Are you alri—"
But before he could even finish she whirled and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around him, face still wet from crying. Her face was pressed into his bandaged chest, and those monstrous tits were pressed almost flat into him. He could feel the flesh squishing against him. Dear God!
His cock had sprang to life immediately. From limp to solid iron in less than a second. Her body was so soft and warm, and she smelled so good. It had been everything he could do to move his groin back from her while not pushing her away. As a werewolf, she had superhuman strength, so pulling away from her to any degree was a supreme act of will.
He knew trying to disentangle her arms from around him would hurt her feelings, so he tried to do the least possible without encouraging her. He knew from experience if he used any real strength in putting his arms around her she would press into him even harder and she'd definitely feel his rock hard cock then.
So he just endured as long as he could and tried to talk to her. He told her that she did good and that she saved a life.
She had finally pulled away. Thank God she had closed her eyes to wipe away her tears. It gave him a split second to adjust his dick in his pants so his hard-on wasn't noticeable.
She opened her eyes again and smiled sheepishly.
"I'm sorry. I know you don't like a lot of hugs. Is your chest ok? Is it still bleeding?"
He had smiled and told her it was alright, then put an arm lightly around her shoulder and guided her back to the vehicle, positioning himself so he was slightly behind her and she wouldn't see the bulge of his raging hard-on.
He put her in the front, and then went around to his side. He felt something strange as he got into the truck. Once he closed the door and the light went out he quickly checked himself…
…yep…he had jizzed in his pants.
Hope was starting to fall asleep, but she said something about smelling chlorine or ammonia, then drifted off.
He knew she had smelled his cum. Even when not in her wolf form she had a heightened sense of smell.
She had nodded off, and Alaric started up the truck, then spent a few seconds staring at the sleeping girl's rising and falling cleavage before he began the long, uncomfortable journey home.
He gave up on the memory. The whole time he had been pumping away like there was no tomorrow. He finally blew.
The eruption not only covered his stomach and got all over his shirt, but some hit him in the face and he felt it go in his hair.
"Uuuuughhhhh…" He moaned. Now he felt really bad for doing this in his office.
He sat there for awhile, not pulling up his pants or making a move to clean anything. He was tired.
This would just not do. He couldn't go on like this. He just couldn't. His judgement was being affected. There was only one thing for it…
…he needed some steady pussy in his life.
He kept repeating this in his head as he drifted off to sleep in his office chair.