"How is your steak, Pet?" Derek asked from his throne, never once taking his green eyes off his mate, as he brought his glass of red wine to his lips and took a sip.
"It's really good, Master. The best steak I ever had. Actually, the only steak I ever had." Stiles confessed somewhat embarrassed, letting his cheeks fill up with color.
The creature let out a chuckle, "Oh, Pet. Sometimes I forget how inexperienced you are. I would find it endearing if it wasn't so pitiful."
Stiles frowned down at his plate of food, feeling somewhat ashamed, wishing he had more knowledge and experience about things so he could impress Derek.
"Is everything to your liking, Lord?" An attractive servant asked, as she came over to Master's side of the table in a short French maid outfit, pouring more wine into his glass.
Derek leaned over, eyeing her ass, intrigued.
"I'm craving something else, actually." He voiced as he got up from his chair, standing behind her, and played with the edge of her dress.
"Really, and what exactly is that?" She asked, placing her hands on the table in front of her.
"Enough talking, more doing." Master said huskily, roughly pulling her underwear down and pushing her onto the hardwood table.
She gasped excitedly, looking over at the hurt teen's facial expression across the table.
Stiles watched in shock as Derek entered the maid at the table.
"Oh, Master!" She moaned as he started to pound away in her.
"Yeah, you like that, Pet?" He panted out.
"Mmmm, yes." She moaned, clawing the table in need, as she rolled her eyes into the back of her head in pleasure.
"No, Derek stop!" Stiles pleaded at the table, banging his hand against the wood surface.
"Yeah, I'm going to breed you, Pet, I'm going to soak your insides and make you mine." Master groaned out as his claws, sharp teeth, and glowing red eyes came out.
"NO, NO, DEREK STOP!" Stiles shouted out, as he sat up in bed, sweating and panting heavily.
"It was a dream. It was only a dream." He told himself in the dark of the night, trying to calm his shaky nerves. He gave his now plump belly a soothing rub in comfort as he worked on slowing down his heart rate.
But it wasn't just a dream, and Stiles knew it.
He glanced at the empty spot next to him and let out a heavy sigh.
Ever since his Master found out he was pregnant, ever since that night Derek got upset about their talk of family, he became distant. More distant than usual. He would not touch his Pet, in fact, they barely crossed paths.
Derek would join Stiles for his checkups with the doctor, ask how the baby was doing, and join him for dinner, but that was it. He didn't engage with his Pet. He didn't even look at him anymore, which bugged Stiles nonstop, he felt like he was invisible. And to make matters worse, there was a different whore every night joining them for dinner. Stiles had counted at least four in one week.
The teen remembered when it all started like it was yesterday.
"Put another plate down, we have a special guest coming." Derek voiced to the staff, as he took his seat at the end of the table.
Stiles eyed him curiously. He had many dinners with the creature and not once, did someone ever join them. How was tonight any different from the rest? Who could be possibly joining them? Was it a pack member, Derek's uncle or was it some kind of surprise?
"Who is the guest, Master?"
"It's none of your concern, Pet." He replied coldly, before glancing over towards the doorway with growing excitement in his eyes.
"Ah, here she is now."
"Lord Hale, I'm at your service." A mysterious woman greeted.
Stiles glanced over curious, finding an average-looking brunette woman standing by the entrance. Her face was made up of black mascara and deep red lipstick meant to enhance her looks, but they only cheapen them. She was wearing a tight black dress with a slit on the side, that clung to her shape, showing off her assets. The lady's boobs sat high up in the dress, looking like a batch of dough, rising up in the oven, they jiggled playfully with every step she took, and the opening on the dress showed off her thigh with every swing of her hips.
"What's your name, whore?" Master asked as she came over, and he patted his clothed thigh in a gesture to sit.
She welcomely took the invite, sitting down on his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck while answering, "Whatever you want it to be, your lordship."
He chuckled playfully, "Pet it is, then."
Derek glanced over toward a confused and hurt-looking Stiles.
"Oh, looks like my other Pet doesn't like that." He teased with a small smile on his lips as if liking the teen's discomfort.
"Are you jealous, Pet?"
"N-No," Stiles stressed, finding it hard to hide his feelings.
Master chuckled.
"You are. Interesting." He voiced with a smirk.
"Can we skip dinner and go straight to dessert, Lord? I'm not really hungry, for food." The Whore said, before leaning in and taking the bottom of Derek's ear lobe in her mouth, nibbling on it, while sliding a hand down his clothed chest teasingly.
The action made Stiles tense up in his spot, and he suddenly felt sick to his stomach.
"Let's go, I can find more entertaining activities we could be doing right now," Derek replied, letting the woman get up first, and slapping her ass playfully as she did so, making her giggle.
Stiles gulped nervously, watching from the edge of his seat.
Derek had other fuck toys, he had mentioned it before to Stiles, but the teen never thought he would flaunt one in front of him, or even still need one now that Stiles was around.
Was he not good at getting his Master off?
Did he not crave him anymore?
Was it his big belly that was a turn-off?
"Did I offend you somehow, Master?" Stiles asked, secretly hoping Derek would reject the whore and fuck him instead.
Stiles found himself feeling strangely possessive of his Master. He belonged to him, he claimed him, he was having the creature's baby, after all.
Derek turned back to eye him with an amused look on his face, before turning to his guard to speak, "Make sure he finishes all his food, he's eating for two now. Take him back to his room after."
"Yes sir."
Stiles watched in disbelief, as his Master left with the whore clinging to his side. He slammed his fork on the table and shoved his dish away upset, suddenly losing his appetite.
That was the night it all started. The night Stiles found himself sleeping alone in Derek's bed, while his Master slept with a whore in one of the many guest rooms he had.
The teen wanted to be seen again. He planned to find his Master and confront him. He waited up late at night when he knew the guards were off duty and snuck out of his room, on the hunt for Derek.
Room after room, he searched until he opened a bedroom door and found him asleep naked on a bed, some random whore beside him.
Stiles silently walked over and tapped the tramp on the shoulder waking her up. She looked up at him annoyed for ruining her beauty sleep, as he gestured for her to leave the room. Realizing Stiles had a higher rank than her, considering he was carrying Derek's baby, she did as told, quickly dressing, and headed for the exit.
Stiles crawled over Derek's lap and grabbed ahold of his sleeping cock, feeling it awaken in his hand. It twitched in his grip as if it had recognized his warmth. It had been too long since he had felt his Master's touch, he needed it badly.
The teen gave the sleeping beast a tight squeeze, feeling it grow in his hold before he quickly placed it inside his warm cheeks and whimpered at the familiar sensation.
Derek groan in his sleep and squirmed a bit, as if, trying to get comfortable.
"What are you doing?" He asked, as he woke up, taken off guard by his Pet's presence.
Stiles ignored him, placing his hands on his Master's hairy built chest, and began lifting up and down, bouncing away on the creature's cock, enjoying the feel of it deep inside.
"Fuck, your pussy feels good," Derek said gripping Stiles's hips, beginning to push upward into his tight hole.
"Yes, Master. It feels so good." The teen moaned as he started to bounce faster causing the bed to squeak.
"Fuck, you're such a slut, Pet, aren't you?" Derek groaned.
"Only for you, Master."
The creature growled and flipped them over so that the teen was down on his back, and Derek was on top of him, bringing Stiles's legs to rest on his built shoulders, as he repositioned himself and started to pound into his Pet's tightness.
Uhhhh, yesss!
"Fuck Pet, you're going to be the death of me."
"Ohhh, I'm cummming!" The teen shouted, reaching his end, as his body tightened up and his cock squirted its hot seed all over his round belly.
Derek gripped his Pet's ankles and grunted, feeling his release start to roll through, as he watch Stiles come undone under him, with flushed cheeks, small pants coming from his soft pink lips, and cum covering his pregnant belly.
"You never looked more beautiful than you do right now, Pet." The creature confessed before shooting his hot load.
Stiles laid back on the bed and panted, trying to catch his breath as Derek took a spot next to him, eyeing the dark ceiling above, trying to process what had just taken place.
"I love you." The soft words slipped out of the teen's lips in a whisper, just as slumber took hold of him.
The words would have been barely audible for a human, but for a wolf like Derek, they were clear as day.
Master tensed up at the confession and quickly turned to find his Pet's sleeping peacefully beside him, with a small smile on his face.
Stiles loved him? That couldn't be right. How could anyone love the monster he had become? Grown accustomed to, okay, dealt with, yes, but love?!
The teen didn't even know what love was, he couldn't.
Master was sure of one thing, he needed to set the record straight. And in order to do that, he was going to have to do the very thing he never wanted to do, he was going to have to tell Stiles about his past. Everything, the good, the bad, and the ugly.