Delinquent Student and his Pet Teacher

He was careless. His last moments before the loss were careless and arrogant of him, he thought while the full force of the wolf’s grip closed around his neck making it hard to breathe. Muerte seemed mad with rage, he himself didn’t know why the cat’s words made him so utterly mad, but he didn’t really care at that moment. He bared his teeth growling, his face so close to the cat and he just wanted to rip into him. The metal of the knife scratched on the concrete floor as it moved the hilt of his sword away. Puss gasps and grasps onto Muerte’s hand, completely overwhelmed still.

“I’ve never really been a cat person.” His voice made Puss flinch.

No matter how tempting it was to just rip the cat into shreds something stopped him and that something emerged just when he looked into those scared eyes of his. Instead the wolf turned his knife hand towards Puss, revealing little marks on his wrist. 

“The idea of cat’s having more than one life always struck a nerve with me.” 

He raises his arms slowly over Puss as if he wanted to slash his throat but instead moved it past his neck and rammed the blade into the floor right next to the cat's head. As a warning but also to show him something a little bit special. It made Puss jolt and grip tightly onto the wolf's hand. 

“Tell me, Mr. Teacher… how many lives does a cat have again?”

His vision was getting blurry from the force on his neck but with the wolf’s wrist being so close to his face, he could still see it. Four little marks of cat heads, all of them crossed off. Muerte noticed Puss’s eyes reeling back and loosened his grip to get him back into the realm of the living for just a while longer. Puss gasps and coughs when he was freed from his grip for just a split second, he only switched the hand which held him down, there was still more to show him after all. 

“Careless, arrogant and stupid all of them when I snuffed out the light in their eyes.”

He looked at his wrist as if to check them himself, the smirk on his face made Puss more than just uncomfortable as he realised what he meant. He gives the cat a good look at his other wrist and watches the fear spread back into that small body of his.

“Ask me how many, Puss in Boots.” His red glowing eyes fixated on him again. He just said it to intimidate him, don’t fall for it Puss. But after what he saw and knew about the wolf, this probably wasn’t a bluff. He didn’t want to answer. Muerte just wanted to get into his head again. The demanding expression didn’t change and only got closer to him.

“ Ask me how many !”

Slowly Puss began to shake his head, he already knew what could be coming at him if he didn’t comply, he took a breath to answer, but–

“Eight.” The wolf interrupts him before he could even start and snaps his teeth at him.

“Exactly eight cats lost all their lives to me.” Him boasting about his murders didn’t sit right with Puss. Surely he was a known criminal in the underground but this? This unhinged mutt was something else, something he really didn’t want to get involved with. His eyes gleamed with anticipation. 

“Now tell me Mr. Boots. On which life might you be?” He picked his knife back up from the ground. Puss intently watched the knife move over him, his heartbeat picking up pace as did his breathing. With his anticipation fulfilled the excitement now took its place and Muerte licked his teeth. The blade stopped over his neck and now slowly pushed into his skin making the cat tense up and claw himself onto the paw that held him. 

That’s it for him now, his mind raced with the thought of this being his last dying breath.  His whole body tense, eyes shut tightly, he felt the panic had set back into him. The wolf's snout closes in on him and a hungry, growling chuckle leaves his throat.

He huffs into his fur and breathes in so strongly as if to quench a thirst after weeks of drought. He reels back in pure ecstasy as he feels the deep craving finally be satiated. In his joy he let his grip on the cat loosen and Puss was able to breathe once more.

Muerte breathes out aggressively, “ That's it.” His head snaps back towards Puss. 

“This is what’s been missing. That intoxicating smell of yours.”

Puss felt his body shiver when the stare on him suddenly felt very different from before. His throat felt dry and the knife on it didn’t make it any better.

Puss got more and more worried as he watched the wolf continue to chuckle and breathe heavily. “Wha-... what the hell are you on about?!” He hissed with his paws clawing onto the wolf trying to get him to move off of him. But he didn’t. He only got more and more excited over him clawing onto the paw in fear.

“I have to say, I rather enjoy seeing you cower in fear like this, Gatito.”

Puss struggles and the wolf's snout gets close to him again, too close. He breathes at him and his bared teeth are so close they could bite into him.

“As much as I want to break that damned neck of yours, seeing you writhe like this has me rather excited about keeping you alive.”

“W-what?!” Puss’s eyes snap open with the thought of getting a chance to go back home alive. Muerte’s deep red eyes watched his reaction closely. The smile on him made Puss rethink his options of going home alive, whatever he had to have in mind… it can’t be any good.

“You–” Puss tries to calm his breathing, he’s barely able to get a word out at this point. “What do you want from me?!” What now?! Would he want to slowly beat him to death? Torture him? Let him bleed out? His mind painted the worst pictures once again and it made his heart almost leap out of his chest. Being able to feel Puss’s heartbeat under his paw the wolf remained where he was, his snout still breathing into the cat’s ear.

“Fear me more.” 

The husky voice sent shivers down his spine and just when he started to struggle again the tongue that suddenly licked over his neck made him understand what he meant and the tension in his body vanished for a moment.

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Exasperated, his open eyes darted around in panic snapping towards the wolf’s paw as it slowly moved down from his torso. “Y-you’re kidding me…” Puss still gasped underneath the blade on his throat as the paw reached underneath his shirt. Forcing his hand underneath, he immediately ripped the shirt open by its buttons. Puss tries to stop the paw from moving further but the knife on his throat gains new pressure with each move he tries to make. He glares at the wolf as he leaned back with pure joy on his face.

“S-so you really are just a really big fan of the Gato? Is that it?” Puss tries his usual charm to see if it could distract or stop or do anything to make the wolf hesitate what he’s doing. The wolf doesn’t react at all at his taunting and just licks over the now freed chest. 

Puss saw his next move coming but still the tugging at his belt made Puss jolt and try to kick him away almost involuntarily. “You can’t be damn serious!?” He already had to have a cut on his throat with the amount of pressure on him, yet he didn’t care about that right now. “Unhand me you crazy dog!” He’s pushing at the knife now, gripping onto the blade, trying his best to kick the wolf away. 

The knife cut into one of his paws as he struggled, but he preferred that over whatever the wolf was going to do. He manages to kick away his hand for a split second turning his body away from the wolf. Curling himself up, the next kick was planned to go against the paw with the knife. His moves were quick and desperate which made Muerte only more curious of what he’d see if he continued. 

A sudden tug at Puss’s body cut his motion short.

Puss gasps as his pants were now suddenly tugged off. The wolf laughs at his cute little efforts to escape.

With his full belly on display and his pants just about pulled to his knees, Puss tries his best to keep his legs closed and turned away from the wolf, who leans down to bite into his shoulder just to stop his struggling. “Try to kick me again and see where that gets you.” Even if he loved to see him struggle like this, Muerte noticed his little paw on the knife bleeding and had the sudden urge to stop it. He moved his hand back over the cat to carefully move the paw off of the knife and lessened the pressure on the blade without noticing it as well. 

Puss didn’t notice it in his struggle, his mind was struck with panic again.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Don’t look at him. Please don’t look at him, Puss pleads in his mind. The pain of his bitten shoulder doesn’t even bother him at this point. The bite lessens and the gnarling breath of the wolf gets stronger in his ear. 

As the wolf’s finger glides over his crotch he flinches and even with his head turned as far away from the situation as possible, he can still notice the wolf perk up. Lifting his head the wolf had to make sure of what he’s feeling. Puss tries his best to keep his legs closed again, struggling and writhing underneath his paw.

Not being able to contain his surprise, Muerte lets out a little laughter. “Oho? What do we have here?” His eyes widen and Puss can feel his intense stare on him. “Is this what I think it is?” He didn’t expect this at all from the ladykiller charmer that is his male teacher. Underneath his fur he could see it, something was missing and instead he saw a small pink hole, even if just for a moment. He still couldn’t keep himself from laughing at the sheer surprise of this and Puss just felt humiliated down to his bones.

The wolf taps his finger on the cat’s crotch making him recoil and stop his struggling for a second. 

“This just gets better and better, doesn’t it?” He licks his teeth and looks back at the humiliated cat. “Did I find another secret of yours, Gatit a ?” Overjoyed with the fact that he had found another little secret he had to move back to dodge the cat’s swipe at his face.  “I am no woman, you miserable mutt!” He stems himself up and against the knife, he’s fed up with the wolf treating him like this, he’d rather take the knife at this point.

The wolf chuckles again as he presses the cat back down. “Don’t worry, Gat o , your secret will be safe with me~.” He hums. With Puss still hissing and swiping at him he rams the knife into the ground and locks the cat’s head between the blade of his knife and his palm both pressing down on the ground. “Stop moving already.” Puss takes his eyes off the wolf when he hears his belt rustling, his eyes slowly widening as he watches him open them.

Muerte got impatient with the cat’s struggling, an urge that had overcome him long ago and he just wanted to get on with it now. He wanted to see how Puss would struggle, how he would react and just the thought of it made him shiver with excitement. With Muerte pulling his pants upwards Puss could barely see past his own legs which were now bent over him making fresh air touch his naked skin below his tail.

Before the wolf could see everything he curled his tail up to cover it, but he didn’t let it stay there for long. Oh no, no. He wanted to see everything. He wanted to see what he was so ashamed of. Puss shakes around and kicks his legs as Muerte just wants to get one good glimpse of it, yet he wouldn’t let him. 

And if that was the case then he just had to get on with it, he couldn’t wait any longer for it that he was sure of.

The way he looked at it there was a perfect little spot he could nestle himself into, right between Puss’s legs and just like that something warm hit Puss’s exposed crotch and immediately shoved its way between his legs. His pants still right around his knees kept it perfectly tight in there. Puss could see it now. Everything in his body recoiled when he saw and felt it. Muerte started to lean more and more over him to watch him with delight as his expression indecisively switched between horror and disgust. Slowly he lost his grip on the knife until he ditched it and just placed his thumb on the cat’s throat to hold him in place instead. Puss once again struggles now that he felt his throat was free, trying to get his legs away from that thing, but Muerte just lets out a satisfied grumble. Him moving his legs around his dick only seemed to make him feel better and instead of him being able to get away, Muerte grabbed onto his legs tightly and pulled Puss right to his knot.

Watching that thing slip right through his legs and almost reach far enough to touch his face now, Puss was once again overwhelmed and for the first time after all their interactions did he realise how much bigger the wolf was.

No matter how much he tried to lean away from it, it was firmly pressed against his chest. Muerte watched him recoil, “how about you put your little paws to good use and help me with this, hmm?” “Absolutely not!” He spat back at the wolf looming over him. 

Not liking that answer Muerte pushed harder onto Puss’s throat making him choke and cough. He wouldn’t take no as an answer and slowly shifted his hips. 

“Either that or I’m going to shove this inside of you.” He licked his teeth hungrily, it seemed like he would really prefer to do that. 

His eyes switched between the wolf and his dick on his belly, full of hesitation, he really didn’t want to touch the thing yet his arms slowly moved towards it. For a short second Muerte’s patience broke and he pulled back, full of panic that he’d do what he threatened Puss put his arms around it and pulled it onto him even tighter. 

Muerte let out another satisfied growl. 

Still, for some bizarre reason, deep down he felt relieved because hopefully he wouldn’t be dying right here right now, but was this any better? Thrusting into him again and again Puss could feel his own genitals being pulled right onto the motion and onto Muerte’s skin. He gasps and sharply sucks in air, holding it there. His grip on Muerte tightened and so did his grip on Puss’s legs in turn.

The wolf’s breathing got stronger and heavier with an almost audible voice barely escaping his lungs, thrusting faster and faster. Puss on the other hand was still fighting against the feeling on his own skin. Oh god no, Puss needed air, his heart beating fast, his body feeling hot, he felt the pleasure of the wolf’s movement on him. The air escapes his lungs and he joins Muerte in his heavy breathing. A few moments later and the wolf started to growl again, it got louder and louder until he stopped moving.

Hot liquid hit Puss’s face and poured over him a sensation that almost made him gag. The movement stopped before Puss could reach the same climax, he flinched but was still unable to move much. More and more liquid seemed to pour over him until Muerte licked his teeth and sighed loudly in delight. Puss didn’t let go of Muerte until he pulled himself completely away from him, still sitting in front of him, he looked down at him from above.

Still breathing heavily, Muerte examined Puss’s face; he felt disappointed that he didn’t see the one or two tears he had clearly shed during this ordeal. Puss props himself up, trying to wipe away as much liquid from his body as he can. He was still on the verge of tears with his legs shaking and feeling a certain aching between his legs, but he didn’t want to show the wolf even more weakness. He shoots Muerte a mean look as he leaned back to grin at him. “Hahah, Don’t look at me like that, Gatito.” he huffs, delighted as always as he puts his thing back into his pants “If you play along nicely, I’ll be gentler next time.”

Next time?! “And you think I’m just going to let that happen…?!” Puss gasps with a hoarse shaky voice. He looked absolutely exhausted, but still he didn’t seem to want to back down. Muerte chuckles and just reaches his hand out to grab his knife, an action that immediately made Puss jolt and almost jump backwards. “Oh, I would love to see you try.” He purrs into his ear.

When puss dared to open his eyes again, he blinked a few times. Stifled by fear, after moments passed he was left alone, baffled, used, unsatisfied and exhausted. Puss seemed now in a completely worse situation than before.