Medical Aid

Alita is an innocent Cat Shifter with a problem. Tired of being the only girl in her year who has never experienced pleasures with a man, she signs herself up for a doctor's appointment.

Her doctor is an Alpha Werewolf who makes her feel tiny in comparison. He's so powerful and strong, large hands holding onto her and telling her that he knows how to help her— fix her.

She's helplessly at his mercy as he uses not only his hands and mouth, but special equipment to spread her open and fill her up.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

“Since this is your first visit, I'll have to start a new profile for you. Would you mind answering some questions for me, darling?” he asks.

She nods. “I can— I can do that,” she says. This is easier than telling him her problem.

“Alright. Good girl,” he looks pleased at her and she feels a little bit bad for that because she hasn't really done anything to deserve the praise.

“Can I sit in your lap, Doctor?” she blurts before he can get a question in. “Doctor Lilith always let me sit in her lap and I feel much better after,” she admits, flushing so brightly that she can feel heat emanating from her cheeks.

He looks startled by the question, but nods after a moment.

She blushes as she climbs up onto his lap. The truth is, Doctor Lilith hasn't let her sit in her lap for years now. The older woman has very bony thighs that aren't super comfortable to sit on and she doesn't want to risk hurting the older woman with her weight.

She remembers how to make herself soft so that she can fit better on the Doctor's lap, though. She presses her ears to his heart so she can let the steady heartbeat calm her.

She likes the proximity, though. She daren't get this close to any of her coursemates, so she chases after the doctor's warmth greedily.

“Can I have a look at your ID, darling?” he asks after a moment, his voice sounding course and a little shaky.

She tucks her head into his chest instead of answering. She doesn't like showing her ID. She knows some people would get tattoos so they can look like her. There's a student during orientation who was so obsessed with Cat shifters that she had even gotten surgery to get her ears pointed and would wear a fake tail around campus. Alita is very glad that she had kept away from her for the most part and hasn't tried to be friendly with her.

“Miss Alita?” he prompts when she doesn't answer.

She exhales grumpily against his chest and pulls back to undo the first button of her blouse. Then, she tugs the collar over her shoulder and brushes her hair over the other side of her neck, exposing her skin to him. It feels wrong, exposing her neck to the Werewolf like this. The animal part of her is warning her that this is a terrible idea and if he were to shift and bite, he would chew through her neck so easily.

“There's a good girl,” he hums and she shudders at the way the praise seems to work under her skin, warming her down to her very core.