The screeches and laughter increased. One little girl, Ava, started a chant and several of her classmates joined in.
“Vagina. Vagina. Vagina.”
“That’s a bad word!” Henry yelled at the chanting group, which only increased their numbers to more than half the class.
“Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!”
“No it’s not! It’s basic nat-omee.” Ava yelled back before dropping her head in time to the chant as if she were at one of the humans’ rock concerts, jamming out to a heavy metal song.
“Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!”
I whirled around to identify all the culprits and demand they stop chanting at once. Connor had his arms crossed over his chest, mirroring my earlier stance. “My brother calls it a pussy. He’s in high school. He knows about girls.”
Pussy was, in fact, my preferred term for the soft, wet, hot sheath that wrapped around my hard cock when I was aroused. I’d not been with a female in many years, but suddenly my system flooded with memory. My cock hardened, grew until I could barely walk, the tight fabric of my khaki pants smashing my manhood with a relentless squeezing fist that only made the pulsing organ ache all the more.
Where the fuck was this coming from? Why…?
“Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!” Ava’s group grew louder.
Connor and his group of boys raised their own voices in their own chant, a direct challenge. “Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!”
I shifted my hard cock in my pants and fought to control the beast. Lost the battle as his bellow roared through the room louder than a cannon blast.
“Quiet!”
The children obeyed instantly. Both little girls who’d been hiding in the cubbies earlier began to cry. Seconds later, I heard sobs from three more of the little girls.
Gods, no. I hadn’t meant to frighten them. How had this gotten so out of control?
I turned, ready to attempt to make amends, assure the little ones I meant no harm.
A human female stood in the open doorway, eyes narrowed. Three additional human females peaked around the door’s frame behind her, mouths hanging open. “What is going on in here?”
I forgot to breathe. She was beautiful with full lips, rich golden curls falling in soft waves around her face, and eyes the color of Earth’s oceans, a dark blue a male could drown in. Her face was round and soft. She was tall, for a human female. The beast approved, my cock throbbing to reach her. Fill her. Fuck her. Claim her. I had no doubt the curved body and generous breasts on display under the form fitting, powder blue sweater-dress would be equally soft. The garment hugged every part of her from neck to knees. I wanted to rip it from her body, throw her on the floor and take here here. Now.
The classroom had gone silent but for a few sniffles as the girls’ curiosity helped them recover.
The woman’s gaze darted from my face to the tight stretch of yellow fabric across my chest, to the all too obvious bulge of my cock under my khaki pants. Her breath hitched and her cheeks turned pink. Her gaze darted around the room as if searching for a safe place to look. I willed her to look into my eyes, to see me, see the beast clawing my insides to shreds in an attempt to reach her.
In my mind , the beast raged. Rejoiced. Fought to be free. He chanted now, a single word.
MINE.
4
Krystal
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What the hell was going on?
I greeted my class, gave them their first assignment, and left my assistant to oversee the children for two minutes so I could check on Brody…and I walk into this?
Vagina! Vagina! Vagina!
Pussy! Pussy! Pussy!
The class seemed to be broken into factions, each chanting their chosen word for female anatomy. And in the center of it all?
