by Lilly Wilder
Adam moved into his place. “You’re not done yet.” He shoved his dick inside of me, a completely new sensation. Ian began to rub my now swollen clit with wet fingers. This time Gerard’s pace grew. He placed his hands on my hips and used them as leverage to slide his cock in and out of my tight ass. With each stroke, Adam and Gerard filled me completely, pressing on my g-spot from either side. It wasn’t long before I felt close to another orgasm.
“I’m going to cum again.” This time it was Gerard that started pumping my ass furiously. He groaned in my ear. He was still for a second and then pulled out. I rolled over onto my back. My cheeks slid against Gerard’s wetness.
Ian climbed on top of me and pinned my legs over my head. Completely spread open, Ian entered me easily. Wetness poured from me onto my upper thighs and lower belly. With each thrust he spread my fluids further. Adam placed his semi-hard dick in my mouth. I tasted a mixture of his cum and my musky scent. He lunged forward slamming his dick further down my throat. Ian pulled out and spread his hot cum all over my breasts and stomach. Ian collapsed back onto the soft sheets. I cuddled up to Gerard and propped my feet up over Adam. It was a matter of minutes before my eyes closed. Adam was already snoozing when I drifted off.
-18-
When I woke, I stretched out my arms and legs. My ass felt a bit tender and the cum on my stomach had dried to a sticky glue. My thighs burned as if I’d run a marathon. The sheets felt cool beneath me. I turned my head to the side to see if the guys were still asleep, but I was alone. Had I dreamed it? My arm brushed by the stickiness of my torso. It was very real. I’d just been ditched. Where in the hell could they be?
Before I found out, I needed to take a shower. I padded to my bathroom and turned on the rainfall shower. The blast of hot water rolled over me. I practically melted into the floor. Letting the warm water envelop me, I stood motionless for a few minutes. Then, I got to work on scrubbing my body clean. Skipping the shampoo, I simply applied conditioner and rinsed quickly. My stomach rumbled.
What in the world was I going to eat? I only remembered ingredients. Wasn’t there a casserole or something in the fridge? The last thing I felt like doing was cooking.
My hand trembled around the faucet. I didn’t realize it before, but my hands and arms were exhausted. I could barely lift them. Entering the closet, I was surprised to see a pair of silk pajamas already laid out. On top was a note.
“We’ve gone to score some grub. Back in a few. Gerard.”
Aw. That was sweet. I guess I wouldn’t have to worry about food after all. All I had to do was get dressed. I slid on my pajamas. The silk felt delicious against my bare skin. Should I try and do my hair? I didn’t want to show up to dinner with just a towel wrapped around my head. I went back in the bathroom to search for a blow dryer. It was under the sink, along with several type of brushes and hair products. After spraying my hair with some heat protection, I dried it as best as I could. It didn’t have to be perfect. We’d all just fucked after all. And it’s not like my hair was any better usually.
My stomach growled again. The boys better get back soon. I shuffled into the kitchen and put some plates and silverware out. On a whim, I lit a couple of candles and set them in the middle of the table.
Was there any wine around? Tearing apart the kitchen, I started my search for libations. Underneath the cabinet, I spotted a bottle of red wine behind several boxes of brand-new appliances. Was this supposed to be here? I mean, who stores their wine in the back of a bottom cabinet, unless you were trying to hide it? I wonder who stocked this place. Now, for wine glasses. After searching each shelf and striking out, I decided to try and look in the least likely of places. Where would I hide wine glasses? Getting down on my knees, I ransacked the bottom cabinets. Shoving aside blenders, rice cookers, and various other Betty Crocker-esque goodies, I finally found four dusty wine glasses. They were packed in an open and empty box that used to belong to a water boiler. Probably the one that was sitting on the counter. I poured the wine and set each of the four glasses next to a place setting.
After rummaging through the fridge, I was able to gather ingredients for a salad. Spinach, walnuts, sliced strawberries, goat cheese and yellow pepper. As soon as the sliced ingredients were mixed together in a bowl, I got to work toasting the walnuts dry in a pan. Putting them on a plate to cool, I turned my attention towards crumbling the goat cheese. I added the toppings to the salad and then some salt and pepper.
Now for the dressing. Olive oil and balsamic vinegar. I needed more height. There was a long line of cabinets on the top shelf, but I couldn’t reach them even when I was standing on my tiptoes. The chair screeched against the floor as I dragged it over. My legs trembled when I stepped up onto the chair seat. I hated heights. While I was elbows deep in a cabinet, the door opened behind me.
“Hey guys. I’m just looking for some salad dressing.” No response. A tingle began in the back of my neck. Why would they come in and not answer? Someone got closer, creeping. I could feel their hesitation. I was going to have to surprise them. But, how? They already know I know they are here. But, they don’t know that I get they aren’t one of the guys. Keep talking.
“I made a salad because I wasn’t sure what or how much food you were bringing. Spinach is my favorite and I haven’t had it in a while. In the cafeteria, it’s nothing but that disgusting iceberg lettuce.” My whole back was lit on fire. My nerves were chattering. It felt as though my heart was going to pump right through my chest.
They were almost to me now. I grabbed two cans of vegetables, one in each hand and got ready to turn and strike. This is why I need my fucking magic. The chair began to wobble beneath me. Fuck. Not now. I tried to ride the shaking of the chair like a surfboard, but it was too strong. I fell through the air like it was slow motion. Just before I hit the ground, I saw a shock of red hair peeking out of a bluish gray cloak with a raven perched on the left shoulder. Its beady eyes stared into mine. Then everything went black.
I woke up in darkness. My head felt like a deflated balloon. I sat up. The room began to spin. Nausea spread over me like a blanket. Back down I go.
“I was wondering when you were going to wake up.” Gerard’s voice cut through the thick darkness.
“How did I get in bed?”
“Do you remember falling?”
I sat up again. A bit too quickly. The world tumbled around me. The nausea welled up. I tasted acid. “I was looking for salad dressing and then someone came in. Then out of nowhere my chair began to wobble.”
“There was no one here. We came in and you were laying on the floor in the kitchen. You’d hit your head.”
“I saw them before I hit my head. They were wearing a cloak and had a raven on their shoulder.”
I could feel Gerard climb into bed. His weight was comforting. At least someone else was home. He curled up next to me and wrapped his arms around me. His hot breath tickled my neck.
“We’re never leaving you alone again.” Well, didn’t that make me feel better. Now I was being treated like a child.
“I can handle myself. We just have to replace that chair.” If that chair hadn’t wobbled, I would have been able to figure out who the creepy stranger was.
“That chair is fine. We checked it. The bolts are tight and the steel is fine. You would have had to rock pretty hard to get it to move.”
The chair was wiggling like it was made of molten lava. “I swear to you it was moving under my feet. It felt as though it had a motor or something.” I felt the pressure of Gerard’s pause. He was mulling it over in his mind.
“There is actually a shapeshifter tribe that is known for their affinity for ravens. But, I’m not sure why they could come in and wiggle your chair.”
“They were coming closer and closer to me. Creeping. I felt them. It was like they were trying to come up behind me without me knowing, but at the same time they opened the door. It doesn’t make any sense. And then they wiggled my chair enou
gh to cause me to fall but left.”
“Do you really believe that there was someone else here?”
“It’s not a matter of believing. I know someone else was here! How could I hallucinate myself into seeing a local tribesman? How could I know that they have ravens?”
“You didn’t hear someone talk about it?”
“No!” I didn’t mean to scream, but he wasn’t listening. “I saw what I saw.”
“Shhhh. It’s okay. I believe you. Let’s say that this raven person was here. What was their motive?”
“What if they wanted to kidnap me? Like Vivica!” Poor Vivica. My cheeks burned with shame. Vivica was kidnapped and here I was getting plugged by three guys at once. “Did you find Vivica yet?”
“We sent out as many men as we could spare. They’ve been out for two days now tracking. They should be back in a week or so. It takes time to canvas the area. We can only hope they bring some of the breeders back with them.”
“What’s happening?” I pulled Gerard in close to me. His warmth spread through me like a tonic.
“I hate to tell you this, but this is life in a tribe. More joys, but also more hardship. We share everything. Both ups and downs.”
“I wish I could do something to help.”
“Your job is to stay here and take care of yourself. Growing a baby is helping.”
“But, I’m not growing a baby yet.”
“That we know. We’re going to try again very soon don’t worry.” His voice cracked.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” This was my only chance. I could feel it.
“What? You can tell me anything?”
“Could I?” A strange intimacy was beginning to build between me and Gerard, but I knew very little about him. His habits, his likes and dislikes. He was mostly a mystery to me.
“There is something I could do to help. If I’m going to be a part of this tribe, I need to feel completely at ease and accepted.”
He brushed my hair from my face with his hands. “Of course. I agree. You should be comfortable.”
“I need my magic supplies.” I braced for his reaction.
“Magic supplies?” His voice was gentle and soft.
“Yeah. There are some essential ingredients that I need for rituals. And I need access to nature. I can’t do anything while I’m stuck inside. Water usually works for me.”
“So, you…witches…need stuff to make magic?”
“Well, some of the higher-ranking witches do not need catalysts. It is a little complicated. Depending on your abilities, ranking, and specialty. But, I’m quite new and I specialize in emotional spells anyway. In short, yes. I need my stuff.”
“Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
I thought about that answer. Why didn’t I say anything earlier? “I’m an outsider. The first witch breeder in a thousand years. I’ve heard the rumors. Dealt with the suspicion. I didn’t want to bring any of that before I got to know whether or not I was staying here.”
“You had your doubts?” His arms wrapped tighter around me. I snuggled into his warmth. Did I have my doubts?
“It sounded more like tryouts. I thought the process would be longer. I had no idea that there would only be one round.” Which was the truth. Not the entire truth, but it would suffice.
Gerard cleared his throat. “I’ll get you your supplies. Make a list. Don’t think about tryouts or anything else anymore. You’re my breeder and it is my job to provide for you. And you get the benefit of having three of us.”
His words were kind, but I could hear a pinprick of another emotion beneath the surface.
“Are you jealous at all?” The silence stretched. I counted to thirty. Please speak first.
“I thought I would be. I’ve never shared any woman before. But it just doesn’t feel weird. For some reason, I don’t mind them taking pleasure in you. In possibly impregnating you. Because, it will be good for the tribe. And of course, I also have in my mind that we can back out at any time. If this could get too…complicated.”
I was moved by his vulnerability and honesty. These warriors were quite in touch with their emotions. It was incredibly refreshing. Were the men I’d been dealing with cave men? He kissed me on the cheek and patted my back. The bed groaned as he sat up.
“Where are you going?”
“You need your rest. I’m going to go see if anyone’s heard from the party searching for Vivica. Adam’s in the kitchen eating. He’ll stay with you through the night.”
“I’m not tired.”
“Just try.”
Before he left the room, I was unconscious.
-19-
I woke to the smell of onions and garlic frying. Mom. What was she making during that last night? Was it beef stroganoff? Shepherd’s pie? Lasagna? The smell made my stomach turn and grumble. Light filtered in from around the curtains. Someone hadn’t closed them properly. At least I knew it was daylight. The sleeve of my purple silk nighty was twisted. The guys must have changed my clothes. What was I wearing before? My head felt like jelly. I needed coffee. And fast. I hopped out of bed and scanned the room for my slippers. Nowhere to be found. In the walk-in closet, there were no slippers. Weird. I did find some flip flops though. I guess those will have to do. I flopped my way into the kitchen to find the source of the frying garlic and onions. The smell grew stronger as I got closer to the kitchen. My stomach continued to growl. When I entered the kitchen, I could hear the sizzle of the pan. The smell was overpowering, sweet and inviting. Much to my surprise it wasn’t Adam, Ian, or Gerard at the stove. It was a tall woman wearing a cloak. The raven was no longer perched on her shoulder. Instead, it was on the fridge. Its beady eyes looked down on me. Squaaawwwwk. The raven’s cry released a stabbing pain in my forehead. I flinched and covered my ears.
“Oh, don’t worry,” the stranger croaked. “She won’t bother you anymore.”
Don’t worry? There is a stranger frying onions and garlic in my kitchen. “Who are you?”
“That’s not an important question my dear. The more important question is, who are you?”
“Don’t you know? You are breaking into my house.” The woman looked at me. Her transparent blue eyes seemed to glow. Her youthful skin was rosy at the cheeks. Long red curls stuck out from her hood.
“You’re a witch, aren’t you?”
“Perhaps.”
“Why have you come here?” The witch continued to stir the garlic and onions. As if it were the most natural thing to break into people’s houses and cook.
“To warn you.”
To warn me? “About what?”
“They’re coming for you, Cat. The other tribes have discovered the code’s broken. You have shattered one-thousand years of history.”
She put down the spoon she was using to stir the onions and took a step towards me. My first instinct was to run, but I couldn’t. My bare feet were stuck to the floor beneath. I couldn’t move. I was paralyzed. She walked slowly to me and placed her hand on my belly.
“You’ve reset the clock.”
A scream erupted from my throat. Darkness covered my eyes. Did I go blind? Where was she? I kept screaming until my throat was hoarse. A rectangle of light burst through the darkness. A doorway. A tall figure stood in front of it and ran towards me. I began swinging my fists.
“Hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?”
The voice was familiar. Adam. Where was I? I collapsed into sobs. Was I dreaming? It had felt so real.
“Shhhhh. It was just a bad dream. I’m here. Nothing can hurt you.”
Adam held me until my tears dried up.
“That must have been some dream.”
There was no way it was a dream. “Were you here the entire time?”
“Yes, I’ve been making food in the kitchen. Beef stroganoff. I figured it would be comforting.” The thought of onions and garlic turned my stomach. But, I didn’t want to be rude.
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nbsp; “I need some time before I eat. What time is it?”
“It’s only 8:30 pm. You’ve been asleep for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were going to get up.”
“When did I…?” My mind was so mixed up. I needed to talk to Gerard. Could I have imagined that lady? What were the chances to have two hallucinations of the same person, but in two different scenarios? Certainly, head injuries didn’t cause that as a symptom?
“I’m going to make you some tea.”
My throat was parched. “That sounds great actually. And could you bring me a pen and a notebook or paper. I need to write a shopping list.”
His face crinkled. I realized the lights were on. “Were the lights on?”
“I turned them on when I came in.”
Did that happen before or after I started screaming? Why was my mind all mixed up?
“I’m going to take a quick shower while I wait for the tea.”
“Do you need help?”
“No. I’ll be fine.” I shook him off and made my way into the bathroom. Under the hot water, my worries swirled down into the drain. I felt fresh and a little clearer. The woman and her warning faded like the bad dream I was almost certain they were. But, just in case, I wanted Gerard to know. While I sat and drank tea with Adam, I wrote out a list for Gerard. If someone was coming for a witch, I’d give them one.
-20-
A few days later, I had all of the ingredients on my list but one; a body of water. The tub wasn’t ideal, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Theoretically, I could submerse myself enough. It was easier than getting Gerard to agree to me going out into the woods alone in search of a pond. With all of the excitement in the camp, I hadn’t been able to speak to Gerard about the warning. The warriors were set to return today. There was only one breeder that I was desperate to see. Vivica. And I was going to ask the Goddess for her safe return. After sprinkling in the appropriate herbs, I ran the faucet to fill the tub. Steam rose from the water, turned on as hot as it would go.
