“This is what it means to be part of a denfamily,” whispered Nalya. “Pleasure and love are not hard to come by, here. You could have all of us at your beck and call, provided you were enough of an animal to take what you wanted.”
She gave his cock a light, teasing squeeze, and continued stroking. Her words were soft and seductive, dirty talk of a different kind. She kept calling herself his denmother, and as ashamed as it made Felix feel, something about it made him want to throw her down on the couch and wrestle with her as he’d wrestled with Gwen.
“Even Breeze and Windy,” whispered Nalya. “They are both of… what do you humans call it? The age of majority?”
“Why are you saying all of this?” whispered Felix.
Nalya stroked faster. Felix couldn’t see her face, but her body language seemed bemused, even shadowed as it was.
“Because you are my denchild,” whispered Nalya. “And you have many lessons to learn, as of yet.”
She leaned forward, pursing her lips at the tip of his cock. She watched his reaction, and after a second that seemed to stretch on for an eternity, she pushed her lips against the end of his member and began to suck. Felix shuddered with pleasure as Nalya, his “denmother”, sucked on the head of his cock like a horny cougar.
Nalya still seemed to have control herself, unlike him. She only sucked on the tip, on just enough of Felix’s cock to tease and torture him and flood his mind with what it would feel like to take things further. She ran a hand across his chest and stomach, gently massaging him as she pleasured his tool.
Felix reached a hand out, setting it on the back of her head. It rested there for only a second before Nalya slapped it away. She wanted control, but also seemed to suggest that she wanted him to take it from him, if he could. Felix got the feeling that if he tried to, she would dominate him, at least for the moment, and in his current state.
He leaned his head back, feeling her tongue work itself across his sensitive cock head in complicated patterns, One of her hands continued to stroke his shaft, her saliva dripping down and serving as hot, wet lubricant. She would squeeze each finger individually, running down his shaft like fingers tapping in sequence against a desk.
Felix reached out for her breasts, and managed to get a single soft grope in before Nalya pushed his hand away. She sucked harder, and his hips pushed upward in response, blunting the tip of his cock against the top of her mouth. She set a hand onto his thigh and pushed him back down, holding him in place while she sucked with gentle ferocity.
She’d spoken of Breeze and Windy, the two twins. Of how he could have them if he wanted, as well. The thoughts sent odd thoughts through Felix’s head, each one jumping to the next, building a view of what it would be like to live with the wolves.
Nalya moved her hand and lips faster. The pleasure made it hard for him to focus. It was all from her, his denmother. She’d gone from making him dinner and setting up a place for him to sleep to pleasuring his cock and sucking him off, as smoothly as though it was part of the natural order. And it felt incredible.
“Oh, Nalya…” whispered Felix. Nalya squeezed his thigh, and then pulled back, her lips sliding off his cock with a small popping noise. Felix felt instantly disappointed, but she gave it another sensual lick, from the bottom to the tip.
“You must always be mindful of where you stand, denchild,” whispered Nalya. “There is more to your situation than you know.”
She punctuated each sentence with another lick of his cock. Felix was practically shaking with sexual need. The idea of forcing her down on the couch underneath him and taking her as a woman seemed more appealing, and more within his reach. She was his denmother, he reminded himself. It seemed to mean something more than it had a few hours earlier.
“The power you hold, denchild…” whispered Nalya. She gave his cock another long, gentle suck. Felix let out a moan as the pleasure hit him in a wave. “You must learn how to control it.”
She began blowing him again in earnest, still only allowing the head of his cock into her mouth, but licking and pleasuring it with gentle determination. She wanted his cum, she needed it. Not for herself, but for Gwen, his densister, and her denchild.
“Nalya…” Felix tapped her on the back of the head. She didn’t stop sucking. Her hand moved faster against his shaft, all of it now wet and slick with saliva.
She was kissing it as she sucked, using her lips and mouth in a manner that suggested decades, maybe centuries, of expertise. Felix bucked his hips faster and faster, each time disappointed by the way Nalya pulled back to keep his cock from getting any deeper into her mouth.
“Nalya!” Felix gripped her shoulder with his fingers as he felt himself pass over the line. With practiced movements, Nalya pulled back, moving a small wooden cup into the place her mouth had just been. Felix’s cock exploded, blasting out his seed into the cup as pleasure washed over him.
The orgasm took complete hold over his body, but there was something vaguely disappointing about it. His cock was in the open, in the cold. It was a metaphor to the situation he found himself in with the wolves, caught between the spoils of committing to his new denfamily, and remaining a part of the human world.
“Thank you, Felix,” whispered Nalya. “This will help Gwen.”
He tried not to think about the many other uses his masculine essence could serve, if Nalya was being less than sincere in her intentions. Stella had warned him about the things an experienced magic user could do with it.
“I trust you, Nalya,” whispered Felix. “Please… Help Gwen.”
Nalya nodded slowly.
“I will,” she said.
CHAPTER 18
Felix slept well and woke early, feeling an almost immediate stab of concern for Gwen in his stomach. He pulled himself up and found that Nalya was already in the kitchen, working on breakfast. The situation felt strangely familiar, and he warded off feelings of déjà vu as he made his way over to the wolves’ rustic kitchen counter and took a seat.
“Is she doing better?” he asked. Nalya smiled sadly and shook her head.
“She is not doing worse,” she said. “Which is what the potion was intended to prevent. She drank all of it, last night.”
Felix frowned. He tried not to picture Gwen slurping down a potion made of his seed and god knows what else, tried not to see a small dribble of it running down her cute chin.
“What else can I do?” asked Felix. “There must be something else.”
“There is nothing else, denchild,” said Nalya. “It is in nature’s hands now.”
Felix scowled and ran a hand through his hair. Gwen most likely had an infection. He’d seen the wound and didn’t think it was deep enough to do anything worse, at least not given that she was still alive.
“Medicine,” said Felix. “Antibiotics. Do you have any?”
Nalya looked at him blankly.
“Your manmade drugs are not something we keep on hand,” said Nalya. “Though, we have used them in the past.”
“I’ll go to the tower,” said Felix. “And see if I can get some.”
Nalya’s expression darkened slightly, but she didn’t object. Felix could tell that she wasn’t anymore fond of the idea of him trouncing out to North Spire than Stella had been of him shacking up with the wolves. But it wasn’t about him, it was about Gwen, about her life, and the circumstances at hand.
“What time is it?” he asked. Nalya told him, and an idea began to form in his head.
It was still dark outside. Felix walked through the snow, clad in all of his snow gear, away from the wolves’ den. He made several mental notes about where it was in relation to the Modrin Crystal Caves and the tower in the distance. It wasn’t all that easy to spot on his own, and antibiotics would do Gwen no good if he couldn’t get them to her.
He slowed down significantly as he drew closer to the tower, circling around the edge of it rather than heading in through the door. Trent’s helicopter was still out front, and Felix felt a mom
entary flash of possessiveness over his friends back at the tower. He tried not to think about how well the man had been getting along with everyone, and kept his thoughts on what he needed to do.
Stella’s alarm wards had warned her of his approach last time. Felix had a feeling that if he tried to knock on the front door, he’d just be turned away again. It was depressing to think about how much damage had been done to Stella’s trust of him, just by the fact that he’d had Gwen with him when he’d come back, and been concerned about her. There was little doubt in his mind that she would effuse his request, if she was the one he asked.
North Spire’s school was an external building, one of only two, and slightly outside the radius of what Felix guessed Stella’s wards would cover. He approached the school from the side furthest from the tower, moving slowly and carefully.
There were a couple of classrooms that he could see into through the row of windows along the back wall, but only one of them seemed to have been used recently. Felix tried the window, and after knocking loose some snow and ice, it gave way.
He let out a sigh of relief and carefully climbed through, knocking snow off his boots as he lifted them over. There was still a small amount of snow on the floor, but he scooped it up in his hands and dusted it back out the window. It had taken him longer than he’d thought to make the trip, and he only had a few minutes left to prepare the rest of his plan.
Felix pulled off one of Dani’s pink gloves, and after a quick scan of the room, found a piece of paper and pencil to write with. He scribbled a quick note, asking her to make up an excuse to stay after class, telling her he was sorry. He wished he could write more, but he could already hear noises coming from elsewhere within the building.
He left the pink glove, with his note in it, by the classroom’s entrance and then disappeared into the back of the room, hiding behind an empty bookshelf. The classroom was warm. He hadn’t noticed at first, but the more he thought about it, the more unusual it seemed.
It meant that the heat had either been left on overnight, or someone had come out in the early hours of morning to turn the heat on in time for it to warm the building. Both said a lot about North Spire’s priorities, as did the fact that the school was one of the essential, separate buildings from the main tower. The people of the tower cared about their future, about their children and education.
“Take your snow gear off and put it into your cubbies!” said a shrill, female voice. “I don’t want to see anything left on the floor. Danica, please help the younger children with it.”
“Yes, Ms. Alexia,” said Dani.
Felix smiled, almost feeling tempted to poke his head out and watch the scene stealthily. He heard voices of children of all ages, some of them only barely past being toddlers, with a few at the other end of the spectrum nearer to Dani’s age.
“Who’s pink glove is this?” demanded Ms. Alexia, as the children settled in.
“That’s… mine?” Dani’s voice sounded confused. Felix could practically hear the gears turning in her head. He couldn’t resist taking a look.
There were about twenty kids in total in the class, most of them in the grade school range. They all sat in neat rows of desk, looking up at a stern looking woman in her thirties, presumably Ms. Alexia. Ms. Alexia watched Dani in turn, who was staring at the glove, and had apparently felt the note within.
“Well, Dani?” asked Ms. Alexia. “Set a proper example for the young ones.”
“I, oh, right,” said Dani. She smiled and stepped back into the coatroom. She was wearing jeans along with a jade green sweater that managed to be tight around the chest while still fitting her perfectly. Felix was at just the right angle to see her pull the note out and scan it over. She looked up, almost spotting him.
He saw something on Dani’s face that he hadn’t expected to see. She was a little scared, a little nervous, a little unsure of the situation she now found herself in. No, Felix realized that she wasn’t just scared for herself. She was scared for the kids, and it only took him a moment of stark self-awareness to see why. It was because of him.
CHAPTER 19
The morning’s lesson went by arduously slow. Felix had to stay in position the entire time, a task that had seemed easier when forming the plan in his head than it was in practice. Ms. Alexia was a slightly irritable, albeit effective teacher.
Dani served as both a teaching assistant and student, with Ms. Alexia giving her self-guided work throughout the class. She sounded very young when she spoke to her teacher, her voice high pitched and obedient in a way all pupils have in common.
She helped explain the ABCs, helped with adding, subtracting, and multiplying numbers. Dani was the true star of the class. The kids seemed to love her, and even crabby Ms. Alexia sounded as though she had a soft spot for the girl.
They took a break for lunch around noon, which Felix, having skipped breakfast to get to the school in time, found particularly painful to overhear. Then, they returned to their lessons for another hour or so, the day’s lesson coming to an end with a group reading session that Ms. Alexia had Dani lead.
“That will be all, for today,” said Ms. Alexia. “Get your snow gear on. Mr. Daniels will be supervising your outside playtime behind the tower.”
“Uh, Ms. Alexia?” asked Dani, hesitantly. “Is it okay if stay after for a bit? I have some… reading, I’d like to catch up on.”
Ms. Alexia didn’t answer right away, and Felix felt his heart skip a beat. It all came down to this. He’d have wasted most of the day, otherwise, and that wasn’t a length of time that Gwen could afford.
“I don’t see why not,” said Ms. Alexia. “You can do the last sweep of the room while you’re at it. Make sure no garbage is left on the floor.”
“Yes, Ms. Alexia,” said Dani.
The teacher and the rest of the students filed out of the classroom. Felix risked another glance out from behind the bookshelf. Dani was standing by the door, fidgeting a little nervously as she listened to the rest of her class exiting out of the building. Finally, after several silent seconds had passed by, she turned back to face the not so empty room.
“Felix?” she said, softly.
“Yeah,” he said, stepping out from behind the bookshelf. “It’s me.”
Dani stared at him with wide eyes. A smile slowly crept onto her face, though he could tell she was trying to contain it. Her dimples flared into existence, bringing even more girlish attractiveness onto her already pretty face.
“Felix!” She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him tight. Felix grinned and hugged her back, feeling as though her reaction made up for Stella’s coldness the day before.
But then, he’d been there to help save Dani. She’d been a victim of the Ice Dancer, turned into a double agent, a thrall, by the supernatural queen of winter. Felix had played the role of her knight in shining armor, but that was then, and so much had happened in the time intervening.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” said Dani. “Better, now with you here.”
“Did Stella…?” He hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “Did she tell you about what’s going on?”
Dani took a step back and looked at him, putting an effort into keeping her face neutral.
“She told me that you and Trent got into some sort of fight,” said Dani. “Everything has been happening so fast, between that, and then the Mayor’s disappearance…”
“That’s… it was a little different from that, at least from my perspective,” said Felix.
“Felix…” said Dani. “Trent says… He says that you can’t come back into the tower. He says that we can’t trust you.”
“Trent tried to kill me, Dani,” Felix said, in a quiet voice. “He’s out of his mind.”
Dani frowned, her eyes as much a part of the expression as her mouth.
“He’s a monster hunter, Felix,” said Dani. “The surveying, the guided tours, it’s all just a cover story. He came t
o North Spire to hunt down some of the supernatural threats in the area.”
Felix gritted his teeth, feeling a flush of anger on his face.
“I’m not a threat, Dani!” he shouted. Dani flinched back. For a split second, fear flashed across her face.
“Felix…” she said, her voice soft and serious. “People are really scared. The children are scared. The mayor’s disappearance has shaken everyone to the core.”
“And you think I have something to do with it?” snapped Felix.
Dani folded her arms. She looked almost on the verge of tears, but there was still strength within her, and she met his gaze without looking away.
“Why are you here, Felix?” she asked.
Felix frowned. He could already sense how the rest of the conversation was going to go, but had no other choice but to push forward.
“I need antibiotics,” he said.
“For yourself?” asked Dani.
Felix shook his head.
“After Trent pushed me out of the helicopter, and yes, that is what happened… One of the wolves found me. She got injured.”
Dani shook her head, taking a deep, shaky breath. She held out a hand when Felix took a step forward to comfort her, keeping him at bay.
“So it’s true?” Her voice was scratchy and sharp, threatening to break.
“Look, they aren’t bad people,” said Felix.
“They aren’t people!” shouted Dani. “I… I didn’t believe my mom when she told me. I can’t believe it…”
Felix took a step forward and took Dani by the shoulders, pulling her into a hug. She didn’t resist, though as she pushed her face against his neck, he could feel hot wetness on his skin.
“Dani,” he whispered. “You have to trust me. They weren’t involved in the Mayor’s disappearance. And one of them, the one who saved my life, is going to die if I don’t get her some medicine.”
Dani turned her head up to his. Her lips glistened in the light of the classroom, red and perfectly kissable.
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