by Casey Morgan
“I’m definitely having trouble sleeping now,” I answered, leaning back so Tyler could suck and lick my nipples. Bite my breasts, which he did, gently. He bit all around, interchanging that with his tongue. “But I don’t care. I want you to take me, Tyler. I don’t want this to be a dream.”
“It’s no dream,” he murmured, tugging on my nipples. Squeezing and massaging my breasts, as he wiggled his tongue and nose through the cleavage he created. “I’m going to make sure you stay awake for everything I’m about to do to you.”
I gasped, feeling his mouth on my stomach and waist, as my nightgown was ripped clean off. While Tyler kissed and nibbled my belly, he gripped my hips with such strength and tenderness. I wondered how he could turn into such a wild wolf and still have so much softness.
I opened my legs, feeling his hot breath on my virgin pussy. I leaned back, feeling my tummy and hips shudder expectantly.
“Do whatever you want to me, Tyler?” I whispered.
Tyler moaned, pulling me closer to his muscled chest, his washboard belly. Before I knew it, my ankles were up over his shoulders, and his mouth was on my folds.
“I’m going to make you come, and then I’m going to take your virginity.” As he spoke, he started licking. Each of those words were wet and swallowed, as he first gave my clit attention, and then burrowed deeper past the folds, to stimulate the insides of my pussy. I felt wetter and more turned on than I ever had been, an ache coming out of my center. I clenched my thighs around his handsome face, whimpering.
“Good girl. Get nice and wet for me. That will help you take my big, juicy cock when it’s ready!” To emphasize his point, I felt said cock poke and slide along the underside of my thigh, then the curve of my ass.
Through this all, Tyler continued to nibble and lick me. He flicked and sucked at my clit, and it was almost too much. Just as I felt like my wings might pop right off my shoulder blades, he did it. My werewolf lifted my legs up, showed me his thick, long, shiny cock, and smiled as he buried it in me. He moved slowly, but with determination, strength, and control.
I cried out, feeling his size and warmth. I relaxed myself, happily folding my lips around him as he continued to fill me. He’s just the right size. I’m just the right size. Slowly, on the edge of my drunken, happy thoughts, I felt him begin to glide in and out of me, awakening my hips and my pelvis to hot, sweet sensations. And he’s taking my virginity! He’s claiming my pussy, just as he claimed my heart!
I gave another shout of pleasure as I felt my ass collide with his toned, smooth tummy. I was about to grip Tyler around the shoulders, begging him to set me directly on his lap, let his cock fill every inch of me until he came, but the sound of something loud and obnoxious disrupted this. Before I had a chance to hold onto his shoulders and tell him how much I loved him, birdsong intruded.
I woke up, feeling flushed, irritated, and as I wiggled around in my sheets, super wet. My thighs were like two chunks of ice, the way they slid along each other as I moved to get up. Even as I complained to the birds about their heartless cock blocking, I could still feel Tyler all over my body. His cock deep inside me, as I went to check on him and see what the morning brought him.
Hopefully, something more than a disturbing dream and an aching, unsatisfied pussy.
Chapter Three
Aurora
Even getting dressed and doing my hair wasn’t enough to settle the flush in my cheeks, the racing in my heart, and the wetness between my legs. No matter what I tried, the dream wasn’t going anywhere. Not that I wanted it to, but being so bothered—so consumed by the thought of Tyler—was trouble for me this early in the morning. Little did I know it was about to get a whole lot worse!
The moment I stepped out of my room and fluttered back out into the morning air, I saw something that would only give my sexy dream more inspiration. Tyler was bathing in a nearby stream, completely naked. From where I was, I got a lovely eyeful of his strong back, slim hips, and chiseled ass.
As he turned, I got a front view.
Wow!
I shook my head, unable to believe my hunger for him. Just the sight of his long cock made my pussy clench and get wet. It took every bit of womanly control not to reach my hand down below my skirt and start fondling myself right then and there.
Geez, Aurora! You are super lonely and pathetic for having thoughts like that about him! And besides, even if he is some good eye candy, he’s like, eight times your size! Even if he did want to take your virginity, he couldn’t! It would never work out.
I sighed, watching the werewolf’s arm and leg muscles glisten with water in the morning sun. They looked even more sculpted and toned then I’d fantasized they might.
He looks like a God. Something heavenly sent down into my little patch of forest.
Resting a hand on my heart, I knew I wouldn’t ever be able to forget Tyler. Even if he moved on to somewhere else after today, I would always remember him. I would be thinking about him, even if we could never be together.
I want to be with him. I already feel so comfortable with him — I ignored the critical thoughts that said I was just lonely and desperate — there has to be a way I can be with him. There has to be some kind of magic I can use to make my wish come true. There has to be!
Emma Redfang came to mind. She was my good friend, and also a werewolf. If anyone knew anything about werewolves and magic, and what a little person like me could possibly do to make myself the same size as that hunk of wild man meat in the stream, she would.
I fluttered toward the stream, where Tyler still bathed, rinsed, and massaged water into his skin.
Contrary to what I thought, he immediately saw me approach and smiled. “Good morning, Aurora!” He smiled sheepishly, covering himself a bit in the front, though I thought it unnecessary. “Sorry. I hope you don’t mind me getting clean. I would have warned you, but I didn’t want to disturb you.”
He smiled again, and for a moment, I feared that maybe he’d heard me. That may be some of the moans from my dream had come out into the real world. I blushed, quickly changing the topic.
“No, it’s okay. Listen, I was coming to let you know that I’m going to go out for a while, but I want you to feel free to stay here. Have whatever you need. Do whatever you need to do. You’re welcome to stay for as long as you want.”
You could stay here forever, for all I care. I would even find a new tree to stay in if Mom and Dad have a problem with it. But until I get my size issue dealt with, there is no point in envisioning a relationship more than friends, I told myself glumly.
Outwardly, I smiled. “I won’t be gone all day. I’ll be back.”
“I’ll be here,” Tyler said, returning to his bathing regimen.
I quickly fluttered away, eager to pull my eyes from his gorgeousness—and my mind out of the gutter.
Emma is not only going to have to help me solve my magical problem. But she’s going to give me a distraction from everything wrong with me this morning. I fidgeted in midair, daring to put a bit of a finger down to touch myself as I flew. I’m really going to need a miracle. Otherwise, this is going to get so out of control.
***
It took about an hour or so, but I finally made it out of the forest and within sight of the vast, sprawling vineyards that belonged to Emma and her brothers. The Redfangs owned the local winery. As always, I quickly found her amongst the grapes and vines, picking a bit of the latest crop of green grapes.
I fluttered down, taking shade under her sun hat. “Hey, Emma!” I took the time to get comfortable on her shoulder, as it was one of my favorite places to hang out, also the easiest for me to be heard.
Emma continued working, seemingly unsurprised by my arrival. She probably heard my wings fluttering in the air.
“Hey, Aurora.” She worked delicately and quickly, seeming to be at peace picking grapes and putting them into her baskets. “I’m almost done with my work here. So, we can chat for a little bit if you have time to hang around.
”
I looked at the plant she was working on. Indeed, there were only a few more bunches of grapes that needed picking.
“I do.” I fidgeted on her shoulder, knowing she would probably hear that too. “Actually, I had…”
“Something you wanted to talk to me about?” Emma finished, also finishing the last bit of grapes that she needed to get off the vine and into the basket.
“Yeah,” I admitted, as she bent down to pick up both baskets and carry them with her to the outdoor seating area.
As she settled the baskets down on a shaded bit of concrete and sat down at our favorite flower-covered table, I fluttered off her shoulder and onto the rim of one of the larger, more ornate vases.
“I know this is gonna sound weird, Emma, but I wanted to know something about… Werewolves.”
“Well, you came to the right gal,” she said, her pearly white teeth shining. “You know me. I’ve got more than enough brothers to be an expert. Not to mention being one myself.”
I smiled, feeling both embarrassed and glad for her friendship. “Yeah.” It was weird to ask about mating habits just from friend to friend, but Tyler was worth it. “I wanted to ask you about how werewolves get mates.” I grimaced at my honesty. And my lack of tact around it.
Emma burst out laughing. “Well, that’s quite the question!” She leaned in, smiling mischievously. “Why? A werewolf got your attention?”
I nodded, though I didn’t want to say whom. As far as I knew, he was a lone wolf, and I didn’t want to actually get him in trouble with the alphas currently in charge.
But Emma just smiled, seeming to be intrigued. “How or why, that’s got to be an interesting story—one I’ll have you save for later. But I can tell you this: werewolf courtship and dating habits are difficult. Tricky. Unlike most other mortal or paranormal creatures, a real amount of fate is involved. It requires something to happen between two individuals. It takes a bit of magic, a certain something. And, for each one of us, that’s a different certain something.” Emma huffed tiredly. “It’s one of the reasons I’m still single and living at home.” She lowered her head and her voice. “If it were that easy, everybody would just hook up, and there would be no drama or anything.”
She said “a certain something”. I feel a certain something about Tyler. But how do I know if that even counts? And even if it did count as something between us—a bit of fate or whatever—I’m no werewolf like Emma. I’m a sprite. Shapeshifting aside, there would be no way Tyler and I could even get together or chase our fates, with that in the way.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to burst your bubble!” Emma looked genuinely apologetic.
“You didn’t,” I whispered. “It’s a fact. This werewolf I like, there’s no way I could even be with him, even if we did have something special happening between us.” I hung my head, feeling my wings drooping along with me. “I’m just too small, Emma. Look at me. He couldn’t even kiss me without risking killing me.” I could feel the tears coming before they ever hit the corners of my eyes. “I really like him, Emma. He showed up by my tree yesterday by accident. He was looking for a place to stay, so I let him stay. And I just felt so comfortable with him. I felt something special, and I feel like he might’ve felt the same way, too.” I wiped at my eyes. “He actually let me ride him,” I added, remembering the incredible sensation from the night before. The wind rustling by my ears and through my hair.
“Sounds like he wanted to repay you for your kindness,” murmured Emma. “And I feel for you, Aurora. It sounds like there is something between you two. A little sprout.” She frowned. “I wish there was some way you could take advantage of that. Some way you could fix that size difference, at least so you could explore what it would be like to be with him. See if you really are a good fit…” She trailed off, her cheeks flushing a little bit.
“But I don’t think there’s anything that could ever do what needs doing,” I said. “I mean, I don’t think there is going to be some magical solution to fix my size problem.”
Right as I said that, I saw a bomb go off in Emma’s head. Her eyes lit up, and she looked ready to pounce on me. “Oh my God, Aurora! I just thought of something. It’s an old wives’ tale among us werewolf folk, about magics that can fix sizes or change them.” She paused. “It’s rumored that we have some werewolves in Love’s Hollow who can do such magic, but they live on the outskirts.” She looked at me seriously. “They are the Grayfur’s. I’ve heard of people going to them for all sorts of magical help, but I’ve also heard they aren’t cheap. And it isn’t necessarily in a well-traveled part of town.”
My tears had long since been replaced by curiosity, but I still wasn’t sure what to make of this lead. But if I don’t try it, then I’ll never know. I’ll never have any chance of even attempting to be with Tyler, and I don’t think I can take that risk, no matter what the other dangers are.
I floated up from my seat on the edge of the vase, giving Emma a little hug on the bridge of her nose. “I know it’s a longshot, but I’m going to try your lead. I’m going to go find those Grayfur’s, even if it is a gamble.” Our eyes met. “Where can I find them?”
“Go to the very northern edge of Love’s Hollow, to the place where nothing but old tree roots and grasses grow. There, you’ll find a mansion. Inside that mansion, there are the Grayfur brothers. No one has really seen much of them, even with all of our other clans trying to include them, but from what I’ve heard around town, they are still in the potion business.” She used one of her pinky fingers to pat me on the back. “Good luck, girlie. But be careful. And try not to get your hopes up too high.”
I nodded, waving goodbye to my friend, and whizzing off into the air. I had no idea exactly how long or far I would have to fly before I reached the mansion at the edge of Love’s Hollow, but I was intent on making good time and making my dreams come true.
Chapter Four
Embry
Still not back yet, eh?
After Tyler left the house in a huff, I had all but expected to see him later that night crashed on the couch or in a chair. Something. He’s not usually gone this long. Usually, he comes crawling back sometime in the middle of the night after we’ve had a fight. This is unusual for him.
I stepped down into the first-floor living room, heading for my kitchen. It both served as a place to cook up food and potions.
I scoffed at myself. “Don’t be worried about him. He’s the one who decided to run out after having such a big problem with making money and making a living.” Going into the kitchen, I reached for a bottle of cognac, not coffee. I poured some in a small glass and sipped at it. “If he’s not going to be worried about how we make ends meet, I shouldn’t be worried about him not being back at the house first thing in the morning.” I leaned against the large, ornate counter—stared out at the large, light-filled kitchen.
If Tyler is going to be impulsive like that, I should celebrate the fact that he’s not here. I forced myself to hold my chin higher and puff out my chest. Even though there was no one here to see me posture, I did anyway. Without him here, I can get to lots more work. I can do and charge whatever I want and not constantly have to listen to his bitching and moaning.
I strolled throughout the bottom level of the mansion, wandering into various rooms. With each room I visited—some with paintings, others with statues, and yet, more with couches and lounge chairs we barely even used—I tried to convince myself I was better off alone, but I couldn’t.
The more rooms I visited on the lower level, the more I started to feel weird being here by myself. As much as my brother and I fought, we had never really been “alone.” Even after Mother and Father died, we stuck together—as much as out of respect for them and the legacy they had left us then out of sheer fear of loneliness and further abandonment. I realized that now, even though I hated myself for it.
I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass where my little brother has ended up right now, but I do.
I knocked back the
rest of the cognac I’d been sipping and left the empty glass on one of the tables.
I just wish he was more like me. More like how our family raised us. I just don’t understand his insistence on wanting to travel places or helping people so frivolously. We’re not running a charity, and sure, my life has been pretty dull and predictable, but that’s okay, isn’t it? It’s good to have stability and regularity, right?
This dreary feeling was thankfully interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. The long, classy note reverberated through the whole mansion.
It took me by surprise, but I wasn’t about to admit that to whoever had stumbled onto my doorstep. Whoever they were, they were probably coming for a potion. And if that was the case, I had to have on my best salesman vibe. I slicked back my hair, straightened up my shirt, and tested my breath. Not much more than a trace of the alcohol. Good.
I paused for effect before opening the door. “Hello there,” I said smoothly, “welcome to Grayfur mansion, home of rare magical knowledge and even rarer potions.”
At this point in my spiel, I actually bothered to see who had come to visit me. And when I did, my breath caught in my throat.
At first, I didn’t see anyone there. I looked around, feeling embarrassed and nervous. “Hello?” Briefly, I thought it might be some rogue pups or something wanting to play a trick or putting each other up to a dare.
I was just about to close the door, went a small, flying shape caught my attention. Along with a very urgent, sweet-sounding, “wait!” I paused, barely believing what I was seeing.
I was hoping to get someone I could ask a lot of money out of for whatever potion they wanted, but a sprite? Not only have I not seen one of those in a long time, I never expected one to come to my mansion of all places. But based on those clothes and that size, she doesn’t have nearly enough money to be worth my time.
