by J. E. Cluney
I nodded softly, and he knew instantly that I was agreeing to his thoughts.
“You sure?” he checked. He didn’t want to make me uncomfortable, I knew that, I could sense it.
“Yes,” I managed to say, giddiness filling me up. I was still tired, but I wanted to do this while I was determined to, otherwise I might be too scared later on.
That same purple glow overtook his body, his features changing right before my very eyes. In mere seconds, it was Lucy who was laying beside me, smiling at me with those now full lips.
“Okay,” I breathed, my voice shaky.
I was really going to do this.
“Relax, Cupcake. If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have too,” she said gently as she cupped my cheek.
“I want to,” I said, more-so to reaffirm it to myself than anything.
“Okay,” she nodded, and I focused on those eyes. Lucy was just a part of Lucas. They were one and the same. Only the body changed, everything else was still him.
I relaxed a little as I looked down her naked body. She looked stunning with her supple breasts and slender legs. And her skin was still the beautiful sun-kissed golden.
“Take your time, there’s no rush,” she murmured, watching me as I hesitantly reached out to run my fingers down her side.
I slid down the bed, my heart pounding as a million thoughts rushed through my mind. What would a girl be like down there? Would I use my mouth? What would she taste like if I did? How much fluids would be down there? When I was excited, I felt like it was everywhere. Would it smell at all? All vaginas had a smell.
“Relax, it’s not as scary as you think,” she chuckled, and I could feel Marcus and Ollie watching expectantly.
Little shits were enjoying this a whole lot.
Lucy moved to lay on her back, allowing me to position myself between her legs on my knees as I wondered what the hell I was doing.
I just stared down at the innocent tuft of blonde hair, wiping my now sweaty palms on the bed.
“This is weird,” I admitted softly. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Do you want me to lead? I just don’t want to freak you out,” she offered.
I just nodded, my eyes widening as she pulled her knees up so her feet were planted on either side of me as I knelt before her.
She spread her legs a little, allowing me to see her lady parts with ease.
I felt so strange for just staring at them, and averted my eyes.
She chuckled at this as she propped herself up to watch me with amusement.
I bit my tongue, forcing myself to look back at it.
She’d gone down on me, surely it wasn’t so strange.
“Start with hands, it’ll get you ready for it,” she suggested.
Right.
I leaned forward, my hand shaking as I trailed it down her thigh.
She just watched me carefully as my hand wandered closer, and I chewed my lip awkwardly as I finally touched her. She was wet, but not in a dripping all over the bed kind of way.
“As for the taste, every girl is different. Skip’s told me I’m sweet, probably because it’s all magic,” she stated, and I felt the heat rush to my face. “Not as sweet as you though. You taste like honey.”
I drew in a breath as I tested her, willing myself to slide one finger inside her. It felt so much stranger than when I’d done things alone.
She made a soft sound of delight, but didn’t want to scare me off.
I stretched her a little, focusing on what she’d done for me, how she’d hooked her fingers.
I inserted a second, using my thumb to rub over her clit. She moaned softly, never taking those dark emerald eyes off me.
I hooked my finger, finding her walls not too strange to touch. They weren’t much different to my own if I thought about it.
I began stroking her, slowly at first, and watching her reactions.
She lolled her head back, smiling as she enjoyed the feeling.
I still couldn’t fully believe I was doing this.
I was having sex with a girl.
Sort of.
I leaned forward, planting a brave kiss on her stomach despite my hammering heart.
She moaned as I did this, using one hand to play with her left breast.
I moved up, continuing my stroking inside her as my breath came out in short bursts.
I had to admit, it was turning me on all over again. I was imagining how it must be feeling for her, seeing the delight and pleasure etched onto her face.
My body began aching, and I leaned forward, kissing her right breast softly.
“Yes,” she murmured.
I moved up, licking her nipple and loving how she trembled from it.
It was Lucas underneath, and I wanted him to feel good. I wanted him to enjoy this.
I focused on that as I suckled, even dragging my teeth over it as I worked between her legs.
My hand was tiring, and I caught the images from her mind of what she wanted me to do.
I’d try it.
For Lucas.
I slid back down her body, kissing her softly on my way, before finally sliding right down between her legs.
Fruity. That’s what it smelled like. As for what fruit, I couldn’t pick it. More like a mashup of many.
I swallowed my fear, leaning down and sticking my tongue out stupidly.
I licked her clit, loving how her whole body spasmed from the sensation.
I closed my eyes, drawing in a small breath as I dared to taste a little more of her.
It was sweet, just like she said. More of a fruity flavor, but watered down with how wet she was. And the texture was not something I was used to.
I tried to mimic what she’d done, swirling my tongue over her clit as I continued using my hand on her.
Her moans were increasing, and I could feel her excitement and climax nearing. She was more turned on that she’d actually somehow gotten me willing to give it a go.
I was glad that was something she enjoyed.
She arched beneath me, and I continued focusing my mouth on her clit while I sped up my hand.
She mewed as she trembled and struggled to refrain from writhing beneath me.
I was so caught up in what I was doing that I didn’t even hear my bedroom door open.
“Jesus.”
I vaguely wondered why I could hear Skip, and then Lucy growled.
“You distract her now and I’ll end you!” she spat.
An icy chill swept through me as I realized what was going on, but I could feel her orgasm building through our bond. She was so close now.
One more suckle was all it took as she gasped and shuddered, her body spasming as her legs shook with her finish.
I instantly sat up, my eyes flying to Skip, who was standing wide-eyed in the doorway.
With a hot milo in hand.
For some reason, I just giggled, finding it all comical.
Lucy rolled her head to look at Skip, and even she joined me in the giggles, although hers were more breathless.
He just stood frozen, his eyes flicking between us, and then they glued to me, trailing over my body.
I could see his shorts tenting at the sight.
“Um…” he mumbled, lost for words.
I froze as the house rumbled, almost like it was growling. The whole building.
Lucy sat up in a flash, the purple washing over her as she launched from the bed.
“It’s here!” Lucas snarled as he shot towards Skip.
Skip looked completely shocked as he stumbled backwards to get out of the way.
And then I saw what he’d felt, sensing it through our bond. What the house had alerted him to.
The wendigo.
6
I scrambled off the bed, snatching up my clothes as I wondered if Lucas really intended to go out there fully naked.
No. I didn’t need to wonder, I could tell he was already outside.
“The wendigo’s here,” I
informed Skip, who was still trying to figure out what was going on. I didn’t care that I was still mostly naked before him as I hurriedly dressed.
Marcus had already flitted outside, and Ollie bolted past my doorway as he headed outside.
Skip leaned through my doorway to sit the hot milo on the set of drawers, anger flashing in his eyes as he took off after them.
I was the last one to make it outside into the warm night air.
Ollie, Skip, and Lucas were standing on the back verandah, eyeing the backyard.
“Where is it?” I gasped as I joined them.
“I don’t know. Marcus is looking for it. He can check the quickest,” Lucas growled, the purple glow rising from his hand.
“Did it come into the yard?” Skip growled.
“No. It tried to, but the yard is warded. It got repelled,” Lucas said as he waved his hand.
I heard something shooting through the house, and then the back door swung open as his phone shot through the air.
He caught it easily, and quickly dialed someone.
His dad.
The minutes ticked by agonizingly slowly, and I listened as Lucas informed his father of what was going on. He was on his way.
I didn’t realize just how on his way he was until the portal opened up beside me and I made a sound of shock as he stepped through.
Marcus returned in a flash, fury seething in his eyes.
“Did you find it?” Mr Brady asked, only giving his naked son a quick glance of confusion before focusing on Marcus.
“No, I didn’t,” he muttered.
The utter rage and fear I could feel pouring off him scared me. He wanted to kill the creature before it hurt me, but he was also afraid.
Afraid of what it was capable of.
“I’ve got some officers on their way, we’ll canvas the area and see what we can find,” he stated as he strode down the steps and headed into the backyard.
“Can you make portals?” I asked dumbly as I looked to Lucas.
He was frowning, his jaw set as he scanned the yard, as if he was expecting the wendigo to reappear any moment.
“Not easily. I’m still practicing and learning,” he murmured, finally turning his gaze to me.
“We should get her inside. Let them handle it,” Ollie suggested as he moved closer to me.
His warm hand slid into mine, and I settled a little at his touch.
I hadn’t even noticed my heart was pounding away like mad.
I allowed Ollie to lead me inside as the others followed.
Skip headed into the hall and upstairs with Lucas, who I could only assume was gathering up his clothes.
I sat down on the lounge with Ollie, who didn’t release my hand even once.
My muscles were tight and stiff as I eyed the window cautiously.
“It can’t get to the house,” Marcus stated as he sat on the other side of me. “You’re safe here.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m not allowed to be a little afraid,” I mumbled.
“Don’t be afraid, you’ve got us,” Ollie murmured as he squeezed my hand. I gave him a grateful smile, turning my attention to Skip as he entered the room.
He strode over, offering me the hot milo from earlier.
“I brought it up for you,” he said with a small smile.
“You could’ve knocked,” I managed a smile as I raised an eyebrow.
He just bit his lip, flicking his eyes between Ollie and Marcus before shrugging.
“It was an accident, how would I have known?”
“You have shifter senses, surely you knew not to come in,” I scoffed in disbelief.
“Do you want the milo or not?” he asked with an eye-roll.
I accepted the hot drink, still shaking my head at him as he moved to sit on the lounge across from me.
But there was a delighted glint in his eye as he looked at me.
“You need better manners,” Marcus grumbled.
“Fuck off mate, we both know you were probably watching through that weird-arse bond thing of yours,” Skip spat back as he folded his arms.
Ollie swallowed as his cheeks reddened, and Skip smirked knowingly at him.
Marcus, on the other hand, was keeping his face masked.
“Look, I don’t want any arguing. Thank you for the hot milo,” I stated, throwing up a hand before anyone else could say another word.
I sipped my drink, grateful for the comforting beverage.
Lucas joined us, back in his pajamas, including his pink fluffy bunny slippers.
“No news?” Ollie asked.
“He’ll call if they find it,” Lucas sighed as he gave me a tender smile.
He was stressed, hating that the wendigo had gotten away. He felt that was too close of a call. He peered into my mind, and noticing my mild discomfort, he waved a glowing hand quickly, and all the bodily liquids running out of me and down my legs vanished. I couldn’t even feel it in my underwear now.
“Do you think I’m strong enough already and that it’s trying to get to me?” I asked quietly.
No one said a word as they all considered it.
My grandmother had said it needed me stronger, but maybe I was already at the level it desired.
“There’s no way to know for sure. We just need to play it safe,” Marcus finally said.
I just looked around at them all, at their ruffled and irritated states. They were worried for me.
But I needed to be able to protect myself. I couldn’t rely on them for everything.
I’d already used my soul magic once, but would that work on a wendigo?
“Probably, although I’m not sure what it would do,” Lucas answered for me.
“What?” Skip just blinked. Then realization dawned on him. “You too?!”
Lucas didn’t comment as he checked his phone and headed into the kitchen.
“Seriously?” Skip grumbled, focusing on me. “I didn’t think it would count like that…”
I wasn’t about to tell him that what he walked on was only the last part of our play.
His words of me being a prize rang in my mind, and I inwardly winced. He was the last one.
But I did want him, that much was clear. I just hadn’t gotten around to it.
And right now, I was in no state to do more.
I wanted to finish my hot milo and curl up. I wanted to fall asleep and stay where the monster couldn’t reach me.
But the thing was, I was worried that maybe it could. Maybe it was connected to me somehow. Because when my power had awoken, I’d seen him.
Would he plague my dreams too now?
‘I’ll stay with you tonight if you’d like?’ Ollie offered first.
I just nodded softly.
I heard Lucas on the phone again with his father, and I finished my drink. From the sounds of it, they weren’t having any luck. They were using vampires and magic, but they couldn’t find anything.
“I just want to go to bed,” I mumbled as I stood up.
Marcus took my mug from me, giving me a kiss on the forehead as he wished me goodnight, and then Ollie led me upstairs.
I could feel Skip watching me, but also knew he was more worried than anything.
We all were.
“So, you excited to learn to use whatever powers you have?” Emma asked as we walked up the main street of Maleny.
I touched my necklace, grateful that Lucas had given it to me to add to my protection.
Yesterday had been a tense day at work, since there was still no new news on the wendigo, and we were all on edge still from the night before.
We’d then spent last night watching more ‘Game of Thrones’ to keep occupied, and I’d fallen asleep in Ollie’s arms once more.
Now, Emma and I were dress shopping after my morning shift at work. She’d invited me out, knowing I needed to take my mind off everything.
I was still unsure being out and about, but we were in crowded area. Surely it wouldn’t attack me out in the open. And I h
ad Emma, who had some magic in her that she’d promised to use if needed.
“I guess so,” I murmured, remembering she’d asked me something. Lucas had informed me via text that a banshee instructor had been sourced, and I would start with her on Monday instead of my pixie class.
It was exciting, especially since I wanted to be able to defend myself, but I also had no idea what any of my powers were.
“Here we go,” Emma beamed as we reached the first op shop.
Today was an op shopping day to hunt down bargain dresses to refill my wardrobe.
Emma led the way, and I followed her inside to begin browsing. It didn’t take me long to find a few items to try on, and she was quick to give me her approval on two of them, before shaking her head at the third.
“Too poofy,” she said as she splayed her hands out.
She was right, the pretty blue dress had looked good on the rack, but once on me, it splayed out a lot. And it was a little tight around the chest area too.
We moved onto some more finds, a few that she’d chosen out for me, and for a short while, I was able to almost forget my worries.
Almost.
“So your grandmother told you all that stuff, and have you taken all the guys yet?” Emma asked as we continued down the street to our final shop. We’d been into two already, and she wanted to visit the Salvation Army op shop to round it off before grabbing a bite to eat and heading back to the car.
“No, not yet,” I said as we waited to cross the busy street. “But I did do things with Lucas.”
“Oooh, tell me everything,” she practically drooled.
I laughed as I contemplated on just how much to tell her.
I felt like she was such a close friend already, and she knew what Lucas was like.
I sighed, waiting until we’d finally darted across the street before saying anything.
“Well, it was nice, he used his magic to make my orgasm last forever. But he also wanted to try things more, as Lucy,” I said, not wanting to explain that the orgasms were achieved while he was Lucy. I did get another one while he was himself.
“Oh my God, did you?” she hissed as she grabbed my wrist to pull me up on the footpath.
I just chewed my lip and managed a smile.
“Oh my, you kinky devil,” she laughed. “I need to know more.”
I just rolled my eyes as I shared some more details with her, finding it strange just how much she was lapping it up.
