“Okay,” Leo said. “We need to hold hands. Mastiv told me what to say.” He looked around at the group, everyone expectantly watching him. “Let’s hope it works,” he said nervously.
They made a small circle and Olivia stood between Leo and Jeff. She was used to Leo’s furry paw, but Jeff’s rotting skin made her skin crawl. She reminded herself that Jeff had helped save her life.
Leo held the stone between he and Olivia’s palms and began to stroke it slowly.
“Gods of the Universes,” he murmured, “We humbly request you grant us safe passage to Earth.” He paused, squeezing his eyes shut, and Olivia mimicked the gesture. “Earth, earth, earth,” he repeated.
He looked at the group. “Say it with me,” he said.
Olivia and Jeff began to murmur along with Leo.
“Earth, earth, earth, earth.”
Without warning Olivia felt the ground fall out from under her feet. She wanted to scream but she found herself frozen. She moved through blackness, sometimes feeling Jeff and Leo beside her and other times feeling nothing against her skin. There was a pressure and an excruciating heaviness against her body as if she were being squeezed through a keyhole. She wanted to shriek with pain, but she remained frozen.
Suddenly she hit the ground, and she began to gasp and gulp for air. She felt the ground beneath her and her fingers brushed against blades of grass.
“Grass,” she exclaimed, running her fingers along it. She stood up and looked around her.
She didn’t know where she was, but there were trees and bushes and brightly hued flowers. The air was warm and sweet with the quiet promise of approaching summer. The sun was just beginning to set, and the sky was a vibrant orange and pink.
Olivia turned around to speak to Leo but she froze. Leo stood before her, but he didn’t look the same. His ear seemed to have shrunk and his snout didn’t look quite as prominent. Confused, she looked at the rest of his body and she saw the hair covering his body begin to shrink back into his skin. His coloring seemed to be brightening from gray to olive.
“Leo?” Olivia choked. His face was morphing from that of a beast to one more similar of human proportions. Her jaw dropped as she watched his yellow eyes fade and then warm to a rich amber hue.
Olivia stumbled backwards as Leo’s body transformed into that of a man. His tufts of gray hair faded and lengthened, as they became wavy brown locks. Finally the transformation was complete and a handsome young man stood before Olivia.
“Olivia?” the foreign voice softly asked. “Do you recognize me? It’s me.”
Olivia was dumfounded.
Leo, the man, moved towards her but Olivia was too stunned to move. Leo took her hands into his warm human ones and pulled her towards him. Olivia stumbled into his arms and Leo crushed her to his chest, pressing his mouth firmly against her lips.
Olivia gasped as Leo’s lips moved against hers, the kiss starting slowly and then becoming hungrier. Olivia couldn’t help herself as she moaned into Leo’s mouth, parting her lips so Leo’s tongue could slide into her mouth, licking at her own tongue.
Leo’s hands ran up and down her back and then through her wet hair.
“Olivia, Olivia,” he murmured into her mouth and Olivia found herself pushing deeper into the kiss, pressing her body hard against Leo’s bare chest and twisting her fingers into his hair.
Someone cleared their throat behind her and Olivia pulled away from Leo quickly, shocked at herself and the whole situation. Her hand flew to her lips and she touched them softly, not quite believing what had just happened.
She whirled around and she saw two men standing behind her. The one who had cleared his throat was standing, his black hair and dark eyes looking at Olivia and Leo with amusement. The other man was slumped on the ground, his blonde hair falling across his face, his complexion ashy.
Jeff and Frederick!
“We need to get him medical help,” Jeff said and Leo sprang into action. He and Jeff hoisted Frederick up and began moving away from Olivia.
“Where are you going?” Olivia cried, still trying to process what had just happened and stop her heart from pounding out of her chest. She had wanted to devour Leo in a way that she had never known before.
“My home is not far from here. We can get to a car and take Frederick to the hospital.”
Olivia ran after the men, and helped support Frederick’s head. As they came over a small hill, Olivia gasped. Before her stretched the most beautiful house she had ever seen. In fact, house didn’t seem the right word. Mansion was a better word.
The house was nestled against a picturesque lake. It had sweeping front grounds with lush plants and tall trees. The house was a deep taupe shade, with terra cotta roofing and reminded Olivia of pictures she had seen of the Mediterranean. There were multiple levels and structures, all connected through archways, and balconies.
“Where are we?” Olivia whispered.
Leo grinned at her. “My home,” he said simply. “In Italy.”
The next few minutes were a blur and Olivia watched as Jeff loaded Frederick into a small, foreign sports car and speed away.
“Frederick and Jeff work for me. They’ve been with me for a very long time,” he said quietly.
“Work for you?” Olivia questioned.
“Yes,” Leo said carefully, “They are my employees.” He paused, studying Olivia. “Jeff is my driver and Frederick is my –“ he paused, “How would you say it?” he asked himself. “Butler? Personal assistant?”
Olivia’s jaw dropped. “Who are you?” she whispered.
Leo shifted uncomfortably. “My full name is Signore Leopold Giovanni Armond Calabrini.”
Olivia stared at him stupidly.
Leo let out a nervous chuckle. “But my friends call me Leo.”
“Are you, like, a prince?” Olivia joked.
Leo blushed, “Well, not exactly,” he said slowly.
“Oh my God,” Olivia exclaimed. “You are a prince? I was joking!”
“No, no! I’m not a prince! It’s just that I’m a, umm, count.”
Olivia threw her head back and began to laugh.
Leo looked at her with alarm.
“A count?” she choked out between laughs. “Are you serious? This is nuts.”
Leo smiled sheepishly and shrugged.
Olivia stopped laughing and she looked hard at Leo. “But I don’t understand. What happened? Why were you a monster before?”
Leo sighed and took Olivia’s hand into his larger one. He led her to a quiet garden corner nearby where a small fountain bubbled.
“I was brought to that fortress much like you. Jeff, Frederick and I were out and we just stumbled into a hole. When we arrived, we were transformed into hideous beasts and thrown into the dungeon. I think I was there for months.”
Olivia looked away as she thought of all the terrible things she experienced. She knew she should rush to a phone and call her family, but she needed some time to process how she would explain what happened, or more likely, what lie she would tell everyone.
“Olivia,” Leo said, and his voice was gruff and filled with longing. Olivia looked at him, feeling confused. She couldn’t believe this handsome man sitting beside her was Leo.
“Yes?” she whispered.
“You must know that I have feelings for you. Tell me you feel the same way.” His eyes were earnest and a gentle breeze ruffled his hair.
All of Olivia’s confused and awkward feelings towards Leo fell easily into place, like a puzzle she had done thousands of times before.
It all made sense.
She had fallen for Leo’s personality, but she couldn’t get past the exterior. Now that Leo was standing before her in his true form, Olivia knew she was a lost cause.
Her feelings for Leo crashed over her like a tidal wave. Leo sensed the change and he pulled Olivia to him and Olivia grasped at his chest, inhaling his delicious scent and hungrily kissing his neck.
“Inside!” Leo panted and
he pulled Olivia to her feet and yanked her inside. Olivia barely noticed the inside of the house, the calming and soothing neutrals, the crisp lines, the Old World Charm meeting modern sophistication. They passed pools, and paintings, panoramic windows and sumptuous couches. Leo dragged her up a set of stairs but Olivia couldn’t say what she saw because her eyes were fixed on the tantalizing muscles that flexed in Leo’s shoulders as he led her up the stairs.
He pushed open a door and pulled Olivia into the room. The room faced the lake and was filled with sunlight. The bed that took up most of one corner enormous and inviting but Olivia knew she needed a shower.
Leo seemed to read her mind and he pulled her towards the bathroom. There was a huge clawed tub and Leo began running the water as he slowly undressed Olivia.
“I’ve imagined this moment a thousand times,” he breathed against her neck. Olivia shivered as Leo ran his hands down her shoulders, pulling off the remaining tattered pieces of her dress. The pieces of her dress fell to the ground in a heap and Leo moaned as he saw Olivia standing in her bra and panties.
Leo hooked his fingers in the bra and quickly unsnapped it, sliding it down her arms as her breasts bounced free. He ran his hands gently over her breasts, and Olivia watched her nipples harden at his touch. Leo pulled Olivia to him, letting her breasts push against his bare chest. He ran his hand down her stomach and pushed into her panties.
Olivia gasped as she felt his fingers graze against her privates. Leo pushed her panties down, running his fingers between her soft folds and gently pressing against her clit.
“Ohhh,” Olivia moaned, grasping Leo’s shoulders for support. Leo pushed her panties to the floor.
“Olivia. Do you have any sexual experiences beyond what you were forced to do at that place?” His voice was throaty.
“No,” she whispered, embarrassed.
“Oh, Olivia,” Leo moaned, running his hands along her bare skin. “Baby, l’m going to be so good to you,” he promised, trailing his tongue along her neck, down her collarbone and across each breast as he licked and sucked at her nipples. Olivia groaned as Leo moved further and she gasped when his tongue moved between her outer lips. It was so different than what she had experienced before.
Leo pulled off his pair of shorts and stepped into the full tub, holding his hand out to Olivia. She gingerly stepped into the tub and she let Leo pull her body against him, his hard cock pressing into her ass.
Gently, Leo pulled her down into the tub, the soapy water pushing up against their skin and filling the gaps between their bodies. Leo grabbed a thick sponge and ran it through the water, and the gently began to drag it over Olivia’s skin. Olivia moaned softly, leaning into Leo’s body and resting her head back on his shoulder. Leo pulled the sponge across her breasts, wringing the sponge as warm water spilled over her chest.
The bath went on like that, and Olivia moaned and writhed against Leo, especially when he slipped his hand between her thighs and began pleasing her. Just when Olivia thought she was going to explode, Leo pulled her out of the tub, not bothering to dry her off and lifted her into his arms.
He tossed her on his plush bed and Olivia sank into the soft mattress, aroused more than she had ever been. Leo stretched across her body; covering her with his muscular frame, fat droplets of water dripping off his skin and hair. Olivia looked into his eyes and gently fingered a lock of hair.
“Olivia,” he murmured, “This is my fantasy.”
And with one sudden thrust, he pushed himself far into Olivia’s depths.
Olivia cried out, digging her nails deep into Leo’s shoulders as he filled her completely.
And he filled her over and over, until she could take no more.
She exploded around Leo, clutching to him and crying out with her joy and pleasure.
She had never been happier.
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