Chapter Three

“Why Can’t I”

The urge to mate and to expand my territory had subsided after my second session with Carolyn. I also noticed that it was quickly reaching the end of the school day and that I could not stay here overnight, not if I wanted to continue my plan. I was able to focus and gain enough composure to get tell Carolyn to drive to my apartment. I think she was able to read my mind because she started to regain some of her poise as well, I believe she understood what was at stake and didn’t want to disrupt the plan for our new utopia. She got dressed, washed up as best as she could and I sent her back to her office to gather her things before she left for the day.
Fortunately Ms. Pope (my queen) was already out for the day so she didn’t have to clean up too much.

I cleaned up the floor and my office before I left for the night. I didn’t want the janitor too inadvertently see my intentions and try to take over my territory. I tidied up and went home; the drive was uneventful as I only had teachers on my mind. I didn’t know who to mark first and it was driving me wild. When I got home, Carolyn had already been waiting for me.

She smiled nonchalantly as I opened the door, she still had my scent on her and I could sense that the control she had over her emotions was quickly eroding. I let her into my house and closed the door behind me. Carolyn literally ripped the buttons off of her blouse as soon as she heard the lock click.

“Gus, no more control. I want to be free.”

I told her that she was home and that she never had to worry about control. I kissed her sloppily and I felt all traces of control she had over herself washed away. She responded to the kiss in an animalistic fashion biting my lip and drawing a bit of blood. I loved it and she knew that I did.

“Gus, I do good for you?” She asked.

Yes I told her, you are good for Gus. She smiled as she heard this and removed the rest of her clothes and threw them away
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We slept on the floor of my bedroom that night after I marked it with my scent. Carolyn even marked herself a spot with her scent. Her instincts were telling her that she was going to be a den mother and I believe she was beginning to nest. My hold over her was complete and I could count on her to be a loyal member of my brood.

In the morning, Carolyn called in sick and it took every ounce of willpower to make the call. We did it and she knew that she had pleased me. Once the call was made she mounted me and said, “I want mate Gus, I want family in me.”

I went back to work the next day feeling incredibly powerful. I had expanded my territory with Carolyn and she accepted her role as a den mother. I had the sense that I just impregnated Carolyn and I left her with some food and water and told her to stay on alert for outsiders.

As I entered my room, I was bombarded with my scent and I knew that I was in my palace. Nothing was out of place and no one had removed my scents. I immediately marked the down again and went to my office to paint. My control over my urges had greatly increased since yesterday and I was able to hold some semblance of normalcy. I painted a faraway cave with a very pregnant Carolyn lying on the floor with several children playing. She was nude and her hair was mated with dirt and grime from a long day of taking care of the cave. This image of the cave was the strongest I had ever had and when I was painting it was like I was looking at a picture. Everything on the canvas flowed from my hand without even thinking about it.

Once I finished I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing 11 am.