Over the Wall

by Theolyn Boese

  She smiled sadly. “It scared me too! Why did you come back? I thought I’d blown it with you. Not many men would be able to deal with my family without a lot of medication.”

  Dar grinned. “Well, I think I have an edge on them. My family isn’t exactly normal, either.” He frowned, wondering how much he should tell her now. There was no doubt that she would learn all of it eventually, but he didn’t want to overload her with all of it at once. “My dad’s family is French,” he started. Then, wanted to smack himself. Like she gave a rat’s ass where his bloodlines originated.

  Cass nodded encouragingly when he didn’t continue.

  “And, they have special abilities that caused a group of fanatics to hunt them as witches. So, they immigrated to the States with a bunch of other like-minded individuals. When they got here, they helped found Oracle Island, my hometown, before most settlers even thought about going west. And, um, they are Mystics,” he finished lamely.

  She eyed him strangely for a moment. When he didn’t continue, she asked the obvious question. “What’s a Mystic?”

  He scratched his head and thought about it for a minute before he answered her. “Uh, they generate energy. Magic energy, to be precise. And creativity too. But, that is more of a side effect; mostly they just, um, make magic.”

  Cass blinked several times. Dar knew it was a lot to digest.

  “You make magic,” she finally stated, looking suspicious,

  “I don’t,” he replied honestly. “I’m a latent talent, so I would pass it on to my children, but I can’t do it myself.”

  “Uh huh.” She was edging away from him now.

  “Oh, come on! You turn into a friggin’ mongoose and your aunt is a carnivore rabbit that thinks cats are the other white meat!! It’s kind of hard to top that.” Dar glowered at his nervous lover.

  Cass stopped scooting away, and grinned unexpectedly. “Point taken. And Aunt Sophie thinks she’s an alligator, not a mere carnivore. She’s been trying to catch Tantrum for years.”

  She thought about what he said for several minutes, grateful that he didn’t speak. It gave her the opportunity to roll the idea around in her head. “So, uh, your dad was French?” she asked, latching onto the least odd part of the conversation.

  “Yeah,” he replied with a nod. “Mom was obviously Japanese.”

  “Dar must be a Japanese name then. What does it mean?” She’d get back to that whole “my family makes magic, but I’m the normal one” stuff later. Right now, she was more interested in why his cheeks were turning dark fuchsia. She thought she could hear his teeth grinding also.

  “It’s short for D’Artagnan,” he bit out, his glare daring her to say something.

  Cass tried to school her face into some semblance of impassivity and had a feeling she was failing miserably when his glare deepened and sparks started shooting from his dark eyes. “You are kidding me.”

  “No.”

  “Did your mother hate you?”

  Dar swatted her with a pillow. “No, she doesn’t hate me, smartass.”

  She giggled.

  He sighed and leaned back. “She wanted to give me a French name since she and Dad never married. Unfortunately, she didn’t know anything about The Three Musketeers when she named me. She thought it was pretty,” he finished sourly.

  “Oh, that sucks,” she stated in a commiserating tone. Although, she couldn’t wait to yell his full name the next time he pissed her off. Which reminded her… “What’s your middle name?” she asked innocently.

  “Hikaru,” he replied absently, obviously still chewing over the indignity of his first name. She grinned evilly.

  “Any siblings?” was her next question.

  A beautiful smile spread across his face. “Yeah, three sisters. Helena, Dominique, and Jacqueline. They’re all older than me, but we have different mothers. Helena runs the family business. Domi is a folklorist, and Jaqui just kinda floats through life.”

  She could tell he adored his sisters. It made her feel wistful. “Carmen is really my half-sister,” she suddenly blurted out.

  His gaze focused on her again.

  “We have the same dad,” she added, deciding to just go for broke and hit him with the last family secret that might make him run away. “My aunt didn’t want a boyfriend or husband, except when she was in heat, so she kind of…well…she asked if she could borrow Dad,” she finished lamely.

  Dar stared at her blankly. “She borrowed your father,” he repeated.

  Cass nodded, fidgeting a little when he continued to just stare at her.

  “Breeding male,” he muttered suddenly. An outraged expression crossed his face and he speared her with a gimlet glare. “So, what? You’re gonna share me out? Please pass the Dar? Hey, you should try some Dar; he goes well with a fine wine? Geez, Cass!” He looked faintly disgusted.

  She cringed. “You don’t have to. They just might, um, ask, okay?”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and continued to look offended.

  Cass pouted. “Most guys like the fact that they can mess around outside the relationship a little bit!” Now she felt like she had to defend her family. “Besides, I saw you eyeing Carmen. You think she’s hot.” She crossed her arms under her breasts and glared right back at him.

  “That doesn’t mean I’m gonna try to get into her pants.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s an option,” Cass shot back belligerently.

  “Fine, I’ll keep that in mind,” he snarled. They glared at each other silently for a few minutes.

  “Are we really arguing because I don’t want to have sex with your cousins?” Dar finally asked, looking bemused.

  Cass’s lips twitched. “Yeah, I think we are. Weird.”

  He looked around the room and sighed. “Why don’t you spend the night at my place tonight? Or, do you want to try and clean this mess up today?” It probably wasn’t as bad as it looked. Most of the mess was confined to the living room. He just wasn’t thrilled with the idea of her staying in the house tonight. There was no way to tell if the intruder would come back and he didn’t think his heart could stand seeing Cass hurt again. Once in his lifetime was more than enough, thank you.

  Cass looked at the mess balefully. “I can’t. I need to start cleaning this up and I should probably take another look around and see if, maybe, the animals are just hiding.” She peeked at him shyly. “You could stay with me instead. My bed is a lot more comfortable than the couch.”

  He smirked. “I could do that. Want some help cleaning up?”

  “No, I have a bunch of other stuff to do today too.” She sighed, looking at the scattered bits of plastic and wood shavings.

  “Hmm, how about I go get us something to eat and come back in a bit?”

  “Sure.” She trudged into the kitchen to get a broom and dustpan. Dar trailed after her and stopped her to steal a kiss.

  “It’ll be okay, babe,” he told her softly, hugging her.

  “Yeah, I guess,” she replied glumly.

  He stole another kiss, and then left, quietly closing the front door behind him.

  * * * * *

  “No.”

  “C’mon, just try it.”

  “No.”

  “Please?” Dar’s tone turned wheedling.

  “I’m not wearing that!” She glowered at him, crossing her arms under her breasts.

  He pouted. “Why not?” He held out a skimpy satin outfit.

  “Who knows how many of your former tarts have oozed on it!”

  Dar blinked a few times. “Um, none.” He blushed. “They wouldn’t do it.”

  Cass speared him with a disgusted look. “Uh huh, sure.”

  He looked at the little purple, yellow, and white sailor girl dress he was holding with what appeared to be heartfelt longing.

  She wavered, still not convinced that she wanted to look like a reject from a Sailor Moon cartoon. Although, considering his plans, it would be more like Sailor Poon. He hung his head and look up at her with bi
g, wounded puppy eyes.

  She growled and snatched it out of his hand and stomped into the bathroom. “You better not be lyin’ to me,” she yelled over her shoulder. “One weird stain or creepy smell and I’m kicking your cute ass!” There was a muffled snort of glee behind her.

  She shut the door and stared down at the miniscule outfit. With another gusty sigh, she stripped off her clothes and wiggled into the dress. “Good God,” she muttered under her breath. “This had better not become a habit.”

  The brightly colored material clung to her curves and was in danger of popping off her. It had obviously not been made to grace someone of her size.

  She cracked the door open and peeked out.

  Dar was standing just outside and he smiled expectantly at her.

  “This looks stupid.”

  His face fell, and she felt like she’d just kicked his puppy.

  She slipped out of the bathroom and stared at him, her arms crossed self-consciously under her tightly encased breasts. Now she knew how sausage felt.

  His face went slack. “Oh man,” he whispered reverently. “I love you.” He took a step toward her, naked lust in his expression. “You look so freaking hot.” He paused and a bashful look crossed his face.

  Cass felt a tendril of dread curl through her.

  He pulled her into his arms. “Cass?” he murmured, feathering kisses across her mouth. His fingers slid under the hem of the short skirt and cupped the warm globes of her ass.

  “Hmm?” she whispered, relaxing against him.

  He nibbled enticingly on her lips, enjoying her soft body pressed against his. “Could you, uh, maybe, let your tail out?”

  Cass froze against him. “What?” she muttered against his mouth. She pulled back and gave him a bug-eyed look.

  His blush intensified as he mumbled, “Um, your tail is really sexy…” His firm erection strained against her belly. “And the ears,” he blurted out in a rush, cringing, because this was where he usually got dumped. He loved the cute little half-animal girls portrayed in Japanese anime and had tons of fantasies about them. However, every girlfriend in his past had accused him of being a pervert when he wanted to role-play out a few of his fantasies. Then, they had left him. Usually, in the most dramatic way they could think of. This was the closest he’d ever gotten to having someone do it for him. Now, he was worried he’d fucked it up by asking for more.

  Cass was still staring at him.

  “I’m not a pervert,” he announced defensively.

  She grinned slowly at him. “Yes, you are,” she contradicted. “But, it’s kinda cute.”

  Her eyes closed briefly and he felt the brush of fur against his fingers, where he was still fondling her butt. Small ears peeked out of her hair, and when she opened her eyes again their normally dark color had lightened to golden brown, and were bright with good humor. She smiled, dainty fangs flashing in the low light. “How’s this?” Her voice was different, too, slightly higher in tone and with a musical trill that hadn’t been accenting it before.

  His eyes almost rolled back in his head in delight. “That’s so freaking hot!” he murmured in a blissful voice.

  He felt relief and a healthy dose of lust flood his body. Oh yeah, I could spend the rest of my life with this woman, he thought to himself. Not only was she not repulsed by his kink, she was willing to give it to him. Now that he had given himself time to think about, it he didn’t really understand why he had been upset about her being a shape-shifter. He had grown up with the Schwan family on the island, and they were swanmays, swan shapeshifters.

  Dar released her ass and took her hands, drawing her into the bedroom. He sat on the bed and tugged at her hands until she stood between his knees. He smoothed his hands down her sides and stopped to squeeze her hips. “You look so sexy,” he breathed, admiring the way the tight dress accentuated her full curves. “I don’t suppose I could talk you into a little dance, could I?” He peeked up at her flushed face.

  She giggled self-consciously. “Don’t push your luck, buddy.” Her hands tugged at the short hem nervously. “Now what?”

  He leered evilly at her. “Now the big bad wolf debauches the innocent little girl.”

  She squeaked when he yanked her onto the bed and pounced on her to hold her down. Not giving her time to think, he pinned her wrists above her head and straddled her hips. Holding her wrists in one hand, he trailed the free one down the side of her face and then curled his fingers around her throat. Her pulse fluttered against his thumb.

  Her eyes widened when he tightened his grip the tiniest bit. “Don’t give me any trouble and you won’t get hurt,” he growled darkly.

  She gasped, her eyes turning to liquid gold in her excitement. He released her throat and slid off her, and then he pulled her up the bed by her wrists. The slick satin of her costume made it easy as it slid against the faux fur coverlet on her bed. He reached into his back pocket and pulled a black silk scarf out. He had been feeling both apprehensive and hopeful when he had tucked it in there earlier.

  She trilled and squeaked charmingly as she playfully struggled against him. He easily subdued her and tied her hands to the headboard with a big bow, so she could easily get free if she really wanted to.

  Once he finished, he straddled her thighs and loomed over her menacingly. She trembled, staring up at him with huge eyes. Her tail lashed nervously beside her. “W-w-what do you want?” she chittered in a high, sweet voice.

  He chuckled evilly, letting himself sink into his role of perverse ravisher. His cock felt like it was going to rip out of his jeans and sing. “I want to teach a bad little girl that it’s not a good idea to tease the big bad wolf,” he growled in his best villain’s voice.

  Her eyes went a little wild and she clamped her lips together, obviously trying not to giggle.

  He grinned down at her good-naturedly, not at all offended. That last bit had been a little over the top.

  She quickly resumed her attitude of scared victim.

  He leaned back and placed his hands on her thighs and slowly slid his palms up her smooth skin. The skirt bunched over his hands as he exposed her.

  She bucked and wiggled, gasping out denials heatedly.

  “Well, well, well, what have we here?” he muttered, grinning maniacally. “No panties?” Dar tsked, shaking his head and tweaking her pubic hair.

  She jumped and growled at him, flipping her tail over her mound to hide it from him.

  He chuckled and pushed it out of his way. “Naughty girl. Do you know what bad wolves do to succulent little girls who tease them?”

  Cass shook her head, her eyes wide with apprehension. She squirmed enticingly under him, obviously becoming caught up in his game.

  His finger curled into the neckline of her dress. “They get eaten.” Saying that, he yanked, and the lightly sewn seams of the flimsy dress gave way with a tearing sound, leaving ragged tatters of cloth her only covering. The edges gaped open and she quivered in shock.

  Spreading the frayed edges open he admired her luscious breasts and the dusky rose tips crowning them. He cupped them and leaned down to taste one plump tip.

  “No,” she moaned, trying to twist away from him. “Don’t touch me!”

  He laughed against her breast and nipped it all over. Her soft gasps and moans were music to his ears.

  Several minutes passed as he amused himself with licking and suckling the hard tips. Not lifting his mouth away, he started unbuttoning his shirt and then paused to bite down firmly on her nipple before wiggling the shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

  She moaned in protest as her tender flesh was pulled and shaken with the motion. “Oh, please, stop. I wasn’t teasing you,” she wailed theatrically.

  He snickered, releasing her breast with a wet pop. “Cute, babe.”

  She grinned.

  He slid down and pushed her legs apart. He draped her thighs over his shoulders and then stretched out on his belly and flicked his tongue over the damp curls hiding he
r secret bits. “Yum.” He spread her open with his fingers and flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit. He moaned with pleasure and dipped in for another taste. Her juices were just beginning to dampen her warm slit and he eagerly sampled them.

  Her fluffy tail flipped over his back and flicked back and forth in a shiver-inducing caress. He sucked her blood-engorged clit into his mouth and hummed softly.

  She cried out, spreading her legs a bit more to give him better access and arched into the vibrating hum. Soft murmurs reached his ears, and he felt them go straight to his groin.

  Cass twisted against the soft scarf holding her hands above her head. She shuddered as her lover paused in his suckling to lap lazily up and down her sensitive slit. He slid two fingers into her aching vagina and curled them upward to press against the sweet spot inside her sheath, and she screamed softly, bucking against his mouth.

  He laughed softly against her damp flesh and began to work his fingers in and out of her slowly, making her writhe anxiously against him.

  She keened as he continued to tease and torment her, fanning the flames of her pleasure to a fever pitch.

  He lifted his head and started teasing her clit with his free hand. “Come, baby, I wanna watch.” He smiled seductively as he rasped his thumb across the tip.

  Her thighs tightened around his shoulders as he continued to murmur hotly against the smooth skin and stared down at her wet sex like a man who had just seen heaven.

  He grabbed her tail and flicked the plumed tip back and forth across her clit and she screamed, arching into the new sensation, shaking as waves of delight swarmed through her. She was vaguely aware of his echoing shout as her vision blacked out.

  Moments passed, and the only sound in the room was their heavy panting.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed down at him.

  His head was resting on her belly and his fingers were still encased in her twitching sex. He hummed softly and raised his head to blink at her sleepily. “That was awesome,” he murmured in a rough voice.