“Language!” Evie chided.
“You enjoy it too, so don’t start.”
Evie poked out her tongue at the pouting Dawn.
“Ladies…” Buzz muttered. “There’s no rush. I’ll stay another day. Maybe two. I want to help your friends.”
“It’s hopeless. It took us years to bust out, and it was only because someone got careless.”
“Let me think about it. In the meantime, can you please switch on the lights so I can find my stuff.”
“Okay,” Dawn conceded. “You get your stuff, but not the knife.”
“What happens if the bear comes back?”
“Don’t worry, big guy. We’ll take good care of you. Won’t we, Evie?”
“We promise.”
*****
Darkness was falling and Buzz had everything he wanted. Flanked by two beautiful women, he carved off another slice of roasted deer and split it between the pair. They tore into the hot meat without preamble, sighing with happiness.
“I’ve never tasted anything so good,” Evie moaned.
“Better than eating it raw,” Dawn agreed.
“How is it that you never had cooked meat before?”
“We ate whatever we caught,” Evie explained. “And we ate it in our shifted forms.”
“We’d no need for fire. We don’t feel the cold like you do.” She indicated his dried clothes, which he was now wearing.
“And I can see better in the dark than any animal,” Evie boasted.
“Apart from a wolf,” Dawn corrected.
“I can see better than any old wolf!”
“But not this wolf.”
“Still better.” Evie poked out her tongue again.
“Ladies, please…”
“She started it.”
“Did not.”
“Okay!” Buzz shouted. “Maybe one day we can put it to the test. In the meantime, you’re both better than I am at seeing in the dark, okay? Plus I could never have chased down this deer.”
“Okay…” Evie muttered.
“Sure.” Dawn reached for more meat, but quickly snatched back her burned fingers.
“Let me get that.” Buzz carved off another slice and split it for them. As the women devoured the meat, he leaned back and watched.
“Are you checking us out?” Dawn asked.
Buzz shrugged. “You’re both naked. At least I can’t be accused of mentally undressing you.”
“Maybe you’re mentally dressing us,” Evie said around a mouthful of venison haunch. Her spread fingers hovered close to her mouth as she spoke.
Buzz laughed. “For what I have in mind, mental clothes would get in the way.”
“Oh? You’re fantasizing?” Dawn asked.
“Maybe. Now I know how I’m going to help you, I can focus on other things.”
“So you’re definitely going to help us?”
“I’ve the beginnings of a plan.” He handed out more meat.
“Care to discuss it?”
“Later, when I’ve mulled it over some more. In the meantime, enjoy.” He leaned back, slipping his arms around both women. When Evie finished eating, she sucked her fingers noisily, then snuggled against Buzz’s chest. Dawn, sophisticated as always, wiped her fingers on his arm, then moulded herself into his side. With two naked women pressed against him, he felt the beginnings of an erection stir once more. Dawn did her best to help him toward full hardness by squeezing and stroking him through his pants, before unzipping and fishing him out. He sighed as her mouth engulfed him, turning his head to kiss Evie. It quickly became a repeat of their earlier experience, although less hurried, less desperate. And this time, it was Dawn who straddled him first, angling his cock so she could sink down onto him. Her generous breasts rippled as she moved up and down on him. Encouraged by Dawn, Evie also straddled him, but lowered herself onto his mouth instead of his erection. Her sweet, breathless cries echoed throughout the cave as his tongue lapped at her smooth, slippery skin. The women held hands as they took turns to orgasm, clinging tightly to each other as their bodies shivered and trembled.
Buzz groaned and bucked beneath the pair as he filled Dawn with liquid heat. She whimpered as he pushed deep, arching his body until the shuddering spasm passed.
“He’s still hard,” Dawn whispered, squeezing Buzz with her internal muscles. “I don’t know how he does it.”
“So why are you being so selfish?” Evie asked. “Gimme!”
“Of course.” Dawn raised herself until Buzz slid out. She pressed a hand to her pussy, holding onto the nourishing fluids, then edged away to allow Evie a few moments of pleasure. Buzz was happy to oblige, letting her ride him for a time, then rolling her over to mount her. He began gently, unsure if Evie was able to take the pounding Dawn enjoyed earlier. But she wrapped her legs around his back and begged him to hammer her, harder and harder. Dawn held her hand as the younger woman cried out and scored Buzz’s arms with sharp nails.
“Fuck me, fuck me hard!” she cried. “Fill me with that cock. Come inside, me, Buzz. Please come inside me.” Ever the one to oblige, Buzz managed a final orgasm before shuddering to an exhausted halt. Evie peppered his face with kisses as Dawn squeezed his hard buttocks.
“Wow…” he whispered. “That was intense.”
“I have to say… you really delivered.”
“Did… my best.” He began to push himself up, but Evie clung to him tightly.
“Don’t leave me,” she begged, “Stay inside me a little longer.”
“Of course.” He kissed her tenderly, and although his erection was fading, he stayed put.
“Thank you,” Dawn said. Her hand explored his hard, muscular back through the shirt he still wore. “Thank you for not freaking out when we shifted.”
“It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen. Sure, I was stunned—and frightened, if I’m honest—but the sight of you both transforming into wild animals… it was… amazing.!”
“Amazing…” Evie murmured, tightening her grip on his waist. Buzz shifted his position so his shrinking cock didn’t slip out of her slippery passage. He lasted thirty seconds more before he lost the battle. Evie pouted, and reached down to stop any leakage. Buzz shifted again so she could get her hand between her legs.
“I don’t understand how the nourishment thing works,” he said.
“Our bodies absorb the proteins in semen, but not everyone is the same. Some shifters need blood, others—”
“Blood? Like vampires?”
“They’re not undead, or anything. But blood stabilises their shifting, brings it under control.”
“So if you’re denied proteins, your control diminishes?”
“Exactly. We can shift without warning. We can attack and hurt others.”
“But you became tetchy, snarky after we made love.”
“That was the tail end of our desperation, the last remnants of our instability being driven out.”
He leaned away from Dawn, his eyes wary. “Will you be snarky this time?”
“Of course, not. This is our second time. We’re cool.”
“Cool,” Evie murmured happily.
*****
As Buzz dozed next to the glowing embers, Dawn and Evie watched the stars emerge in a cobalt sky.
“Do you think we can trust him?” Evie asked.
“I think we have to. No-one has ever offered to help us before.”
“But can he do it? Is it even possible?”
“I don’t know. You saw the fences, the guards.” Dawn toyed with her hair.
“If he can help Sandy, Ron, Bono, Jen, Kip…”
“Even if we can get one of them out, it has to be worth trying.”
“So we trust him.”
“We trust him.” The women hugged, knowing Buzz could, on a whim, ruin their lives with only a few words.
Or he could help free hundreds of imprisoned shifters.
Time would tell.
THE END
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Bonus Story 38 of 44
THE KINKY PROPOSAL
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This is a romance story in which Derek Churchill, whose recent divorce issue left him devastated to the point that he never stopped being moody and melancholic, but since he set his eyes on Alex Newman he became obsessed with the sweet girl’s aura of charms and charisma.
As Derek tried to fight over his mousy nature and get the chance to meet the sexy Bartender, his expectations and quest was cut short when he discovered that the sexy girl of his dream was a girlfriend to his good friend in college (Louis Brown)
Derek was shocked to get the approval from Louis to have an affair with Alex even though that led to the kinky proposal of having a threesome with the two lovers. At first, it was insane for Derek to think about such indecent proposal from Louis but the lewdness of his thoughts for Alex pushed him to do the inevitable which wasn’t easy to accept at first, but when he finally gave it a trial, the experience left him exposed to the point of bringing out his true nature that he never noticed about himself.
***Love or lust***
Yearning for happiness, I couldn’t find any; seeking for emotional satisfaction, I couldn’t lay my hands on such luxury. My life was really bottled in a limbo of solitude up to a point that the resounding voice of the aged female lawyer that declared my marriage with Isabel legally separated couldn’t stop echoing in my head.
I remained hunched over the steering wheel of my car as I pulled over along the main street to think about my life awhile. I could hear the indistinct horn from the road users but I wasn’t perturbed but kept sinking deeper into my world of thoughts and melancholy. I really didn’t see it coming but I finally became a single guy again.
A buzz from my cell phone forced me back to consciousness which made me feel like flinging the phone out from the window to enjoy the solace that allowed me to wallow in nostalgia and gloom. The buzz continued but I didn’t care to check the phone screen because I knew that it could be one of those emergency calls that would require me to lead my team for firefighting which I wasn’t ready for at the moment.
The phone kept beeping to the point that I became so restive and disturbed. I took the call even without checking to know the caller but immediately I heard my supervisor’s voice from the other side of the telephone; I knew it wasn’t just a call anymore but an order.
“Sorry, s….sir,” I faltered and fought to keep my phone firm on my palm because I was really jittery, “I was really…”
“Take your team to Reality Bar immediately,” he hollered angrily, “Don’t waste any time because if more damages occur, you have me to face,” he hung up without delay.
Angrily I hit my knuckle on the steering wheel but that wouldn’t stop me from the duty calls that just needed my attention.
I hastily took my phone and dialed John Miller’s number. I was glad that John was already on his way to the scene of the fire outbreak.
I zoomed off into the streets with a loud screech and kept changing to my firefighting uniform as I speeded without thinking of being issued a ticket.
On getting to the scene, I was really glad that my men were already at it and extinguishing the fire. I took over my position as the leader and helped them quench the fire before it got to the main part of the Bar. It was only the parking lot that was affected adversely but not much damage done.
People started clapping and cheering my team but I was still not happy because of the sadness that had lingered in my thoughts.
As I gave that sheepish grin and tried to enter my car and drive out, I saw a very pretty girl that really caught my eyes. I felt so cold and numb because the feelings that I got at that particular time was really encompassing to the point that I began to gape without knowing it. My lips fell apart and my eyes narrowed to see her clearly.
She looked at me and smiled which made my heart sink into an untold joy. I parted my lips with smiles but was surprised that she wasn’t even smiling for me but was centered on one of my men (Blake T) who came to work with me. She actually looked at me as if she was seeing through me not that I was the recipient of those inviting smiles from her.
I felt disappointed but happy to have seen her sweet set of teeth that glowed like a diamond being displayed in sunlight.
I hopped into my car and drove off but kept taking a furtive look at her through the rearview mirror until I couldn’t see her anymore. It was surprising that seeing the sexy girl blotted out the entire pale feelings that my marriage breakup caused. At that point, all I could think about was the sexy mantrap that looked so seductive in that sexy bartender’s pant that made her look like a fair goddess.
I couldn’t believe that my thoughts about the girl metamorphosed into obsession characterized by abject laziness and utter withdrawal from firefighting duties.
On that Wednesday that I was in my office and thinking about the sexy girl that took my attention, Blake T entered my office and saw how dispirited I was, which made him come close and knocked twice on the desk.
“Derek, Sir, I’ve noticed that you’ve been going through a lot these days,” Blake said and called back my attention, “Can you share?”
I gave an impish grin and heaved a deep sigh, “I really don’t have much to share,”
“At least you can tell me that you’re not being bothered by the recent marriage separation,” he said observantly, “I’ve told you that you should stop thinking about…”
“It’s not about the divorce anymore,” I interjected.
“Then what is it about?” he inquired inquisitively, “Remember I’m always here to listen,”
“That girl we met at the Bar likes you,” I pointed out without mincing words, “I noticed the way she looked at you when the entire people were applauding our efforts,”
“You mean Alex, the bartender?” he asked which got me bewildered because I never knew that Blake T was already in acquaintance with her.
“Have you met her before?” I curiously asked with much eagerness to hear the answers.
“She was one-time winner of the most beautiful girl in Georgia but she decided to establish a bar instead of going deep into the supermodel’s world,” he answered and drew the chair opposite him and sat on it, “she’s not just the bartender but the owner of the bar,”
“I can’t believe that,” I said with much bewilderment, “tell me more,”
“She’s a humble girl but a very rich one who has made much wealth by establishing bars all over Georgia,” he said informatively.
I was really bemused hearing that about her especially being a girl of about her early thirties, “I want to meet her,” I confessed, “but I currently dislike anything that has to do with women because of my experience with Isabel,”
“Keep the experience-induced reservation aside and go after what you need,” Blake T encouraged, “She likes slim guys with nice chest and thick abs,”
“Hmmm, what are you trying to say, boo?” I asked with smiles written all over my lips.
“You already know your physique, Sir,” Blake said and started going towards the door, “keep me posted because I sometimes love a surprising gossip,” he said and rested his hand on the knob and opened the door to exit, “Go for it, boss. Go for it”
He closed the door behind him and left me thinking as the tapping sounds of his shoes announced his exit.
Blake’s words were like a big fillip to me which made me take the decision to go for the girl and make her mine.
Amid my resolution to woo the sexy femme fatale, the greatest hurdle that lurks in the shadows of my success is my nature; I always find it hard to keep a discussion with a girl for long. I can simply say that I wasn’t the adventurous guy because I found it hard to confront a pretty lady without faltering in my speeches. I knew I was going to get over it with time because that hurdle was really a big one for me.
I had to hit the nail on the head by going after Alex even though I knew I could be walking
into a more heinous trap, stronger than the heartbreak I felt in the hands of Isabel.
***Facing my fears***
One of the habits I couldn’t form was drinking, especially at the bars because Isabel convinced me that responsible men don’t go to bars to drink, especially when they’re angry. The only reason why I decided to go to the bar that evening was that I hate to think that anything that comes from Isabel could be good, hence the need to go to bar against what she made me believe in the past.
On that festive weekend during the July fourth, the celebration of independence really got the streets busy but that happiness that filled the minds of everyone eluded me because the only source of my happiness was there at Peachtree Street selling drinks to her customers. It was time to take the bull by the horn.
I knew I hadn’t the best car that could attract a girl’s attention but at least I always did my best to get my Ford Truck well fixed to be road-worthy.
I drove straight to Peachtree Street to have a glimpse of sexy Alex at the Reality Bar. I entered the parking lot and parked. Seeing the same spot where the fire outbreak took place I parted my lips into a smile. I took a second, third and fourth look at the mirror of my car to be sure that I was well dressed and attractive to make her notice me at all, let alone falling for me.
“Hi girl, I’m sure we’ve met somewhere but I’ll love to be your friend,” I rehearsed but that didn’t sound like the perfect wooing words so I dropped it and tried another and another until I felt I was getting it right so I alighted from the car.
To be sure I still had my confidence in check; I used the car mirror to check out my figure-hugging jersey and jean one more time. I knew I was cool enough to have her attention especially observing how thick and evident my abs was.
On getting to the bar, all eyes were on me and I couldn’t say why but I knew I was well-dressed to the nines that the girls couldn’t just look at me and look away. I felt so proud of myself that very moment which made me walk with sedate steps to a corner meant for VIP’s. I was really ready to spend more money at the bar just to get her attention even though I was fully assured that a rich girl like her may not be moved by that feigned show of wealth.
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