Message-ID: <39524asstr$1038618602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@google.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: aaalexi92@yahoo.com (Alexi92) X-Original-Message-ID: <d9659fd7.0211291115.1d526300@posting.google.com> Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 29 Nov 2002 19:15:39 GMT X-ASSTR-Original-Date: 29 Nov 2002 11:15:38 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} RP: The Magician's Wolf (M/F, Beast, nc, reluc, bd) Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 20:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/39524> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate <xmp>Why the hell won't you kids stay off my lawn! If you're under the age of 18 I don't want to see you around here. There's sexual material in here, of course this is a sex group but go away anyways minor. The Magician's Wolf By Alexi92 They were happy. Peter's wife, or closest approximation of a wife, they had never been legally married, was a wolf most of the time. She had long ago been cursed so that she could only be human when she had a cock in her body. By the time she had found Peter she was on the verge of losing her humanity. Now he would place his cock in her ass of cunt whenever he wasn't working. Their home was deep within a woods which people were afraid to enter and so they spent most of their time together. Clara hated returning to her wolf state. The only reason she did was because he couldn't work while her body was pressed against his, it restricted his movements. Peter understood that the wolf was still Clara but a part of him couldn't conceive that the beautiful woman he loved was a wolf. But he still put his cock in its ass. He would have walked through hell to be with Clara. If only she could be human all the time. It was what she wanted, more than anything else. Every second as a wolf was hell for her. She longed to live with Peter as a human, able to help him with his work, to do things for him without having him behind her every step of the way, to not feel like she was his wife half the day and his pet the other half. So after much painful discussion they decided that they should put an end to the curse. *** Peter put some supplies into a small pack and prepared to set off. At his feet Clara, a wolf now, was whimpering. Last night they laid in bed facing each other, his cock half buried in her cunt. She had wanted to go with him so she wouldn't have to spend time alone, as a wolf. He wouldn't hear of it. Instead she was to stay at their home alone. He would go find the witch who had cursed her and convince the crone to change his wife back to a normal human being. He set out some food for Clara on the floor so she wouldn't go hungry. Clara had protested that, saying it made her too much like a dog but they couldn't think of any way they could work around that. She was loathe to stay a wolf for however long it might take him to find the witch. (He estimated about a week and a half. Clara did have the witch's address after all. The town was only fifty miles away.) Peter closed the clasp on his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He knelt down and kissed the wolf between the eyes and walked out of the house. Clara followed him and watched as he walked away from her to leave the woods for Lorit City. When he was too far for her to make out she turned and plodded back into the house. *** The air was getting colder. Night was almost completely abound in the sky. Peter stared at the fire he had set up at the edge of the woods and sighed. Tomorrow he would enter the city. He hated the city. That's why he had lived the majority of his life as a hermit. Then he met Clara, his very own fairy tale princess, and his life was complete. He had thought he would never have to go to the city again. But tomorrow he'd have to walk through it on his way to Lorit City. And then he'd have to go beyond the city. The thought scared him. He had never even considered going beyond the city before now. All he needed was provided by the farm or available in the city. He hated the city. Something snapped behind him. Peter turned, aiming his shotgun in the direction of the noise. "Human warning, I'm firing in five seconds." "No!" From within the woods a large woman, an Amazon perhaps, emerged. The Amazons weren't the warrior women as their namesake, rather they were a tribe of wandering bandit women, most of them of impressive physical stature. This one was no different, she was tall with cascading black hair which matched almost perfectly with her dark leather suit. She moved cautiously, eyeing Peter's gun. "There's no need to fire," said the Amazon. "I come in peace." Not likely, thought Peter. More likely she was ready to kill him and take him for all he was worth. "Really I am," she continued. "I was separated from my clan when they tried to pass through the woods. We were ambushed by some monstrous dogs." "That's the Magician," explained Peter. "He's got a fortress and keeps some guard dogs. You're lucky the last time unwanted criminals tried to cut through the woods they were severely punished." "What happened?" "You know those dogs that attacked you?" "They were eaten?" the Amazon asked with a look of horror. "No," said Peter. "They got turned into monstrous guard dogs." "You're kidding." "No." "Oh. Look I'm just trying to get back to a meeting place I know of in Lorit City. I'm not here to rob you." She took a step forward. Peter didn't lower his gun. "Is that so?" "Yes." The Amazon didn't take her eyes off the weapon. "Awooooooooooooooo!" A howl broke through the tense silence. The Amazon jumped. She twisted her neck to look behind her and began to run. She forgot about Peter and ran past him. The woods shook and parted as a large black dog, the epitome of a hound, ran and almost flew out of the forest. It landed no more than a few feet from Peter, staring at him with large red eyes. Man and beast stared at one another, regarding the other with a quiet fascination. The dog looked past Peter at the Amazon who had frozen a few yards away and growled quietly. The Amazon shivered. Peter caught it out of the corner of his eye. The large beast again regarded Peter with a mad glint in its eyes. It let loose another low growl before slinking back into the woods. After a time the Amazon said ",Where did it go?" "More than likely back to the Magician." "Why?" "We have a deal. They don't bother me, I don't bother them." With that Peter lowered his gun and sat back down to his fire, ignoring the Amazon's impressed stare. *** The next day he continued on his journey followed by the Amazon. She stayed behind him no more than fifteen yards, a constant presence in the background. Peter reached the city before noon. He was stopped at the large entrance gate, one of the many openings in the city's huge fortifications. To go around the city would have added days to his travels, days he could not spare. The only alternative was to go through it. "State your name, number in party, and intentions," asked a bored guard dressed in a combination of drakon clothing covered in chain armor. He was sitting inside a metal booth, visible only through a small window. "Peter, one, passing through to Lorit." "The gun your only weapon?" "I've got a machete." "Okay, go on through." The guard pressed a release button and the gate slipped open. Peter entered the grand city slowly, not waiting to hear the Amazon try to get past the guard. The city wasn't very keen on criminals entering their walls. *** "State your name, number in party, and intentions," Leonis said for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. If the city hadn't been so big there probably wouldn't be that many people trying to get in just to pass through. But every two minutes another person on their way somewhere else was approaching the gate. And he was only one in fifty, he shuddered to think how many actually were entering the city per day only to leave the other side the next day. "Aethis, one person, just passing through to Lorit," said the tall woman. Leonis looked her over through the small window of the security booth. Tall, black hair, large tits, thin stomach, little body fat, muscular arms and legs, a serious demeanor, very serious, curvy body... She was an amazon. Shit. He pressed a button by his left hand and the silent alarm went off. Leonis watched as, seemingly out of nowhere, guards ran from their positions and surrounded Aethis. Each guard wore a uniform like his, holding a pistol stunner at the Amazon. She looked wildly from guard to guard, frightened, looking for an escape. The guards began to inch forward. Aethis was frozen, unsure of how to handle the overwhelming odds. One of the guards lunged forward and tackled her to the ground. At once the guards swarmed over the female body, restraining her. They soon had her tied up and on her feet. She pulled at the metal ropes which held her but they were too strong. Her wrists were tied together behind her back. The rope looped tight around her neck also circled her shoulders, creating loops which pulled at her armpits, she could not lean her head forward without choking herself. Aethis was prodded forward by electrical charges from the guards' stun pistols. *** She was taken to an empty room within one of the small buildings along the wall. She was left there, sitting in a chair, still tied up, alone. She continued to pull at the metal ropes, only causing her bruises. Finally a guard, a woman guard roughly the same size as Aethis, her blonde hair tied into a ponytail, walked into the room. The door closed behind her. Aethis' seat was facing the door so she watched as the guard walked in. The guard's uniform was similar to the men's except for the small pouch around her waist and a pair of sunglasses. "So Amazon, what brings you to our fair city?" "Like I said, I'm just passing through." "Bullshit," the guard said calmly. "What's the real reason? Scouting us out for your sisters?" "No, I got separated from my band. I'm trying to find them." "Bullshit." "It's true." "Bullshit. Why are you here?" "I'm just passing through." Like a rush, almost too fast to see, the guard slammed her open palm into Aethis' shoulder, sending the Amazon sprawling backward in her chair. "Bullshit," said the guard, standing over Aethis. "Why are you here?" "I'm passing through," Aethis said through gritted teeth. She wasn't sure if she was afraid or angry. From her pouch the guard pulled out a small knife. Aethis was bound, in no condition to fight, and began to back away from the guard. The guard knelt and caught hold of Aethis' retreating ankle. Aethis froze as the guard pulled herself along the Amazon's prone body. The knife in her hand dangled precariously over every curve of Aethis' body. The guard cut away the metal ropes around Aethis' neck. Pushing her firmly, the guard rolled Aethis onto her front and cut away the rope around her wrists. Shit, thought Aethis, that was a strong knife. Aethis could feel the guard stand up. Cautiously Aethis rolled over onto her back. The guard was staring down at her, the knife gone, waiting. Feeling a little foolish Aethis quickly stood up. "Now why are you here?" said the guard. "I'm passing..." Before Aethis could finish the guard had shoved her to the ground again. Aethis fell onto her butt and squeaked with pain. "Bullshit," the guard's voice was no longer calm. Aethis was fed up. She leapt from the ground, intending to pounce on the guard and then quickly take the bitch down. Instead the guard charged forward in the middle of Aethis' leap. The blonde guard caught hold of the raven haired amazon and slammed her against the wall, knocking the wind out of the prisoner. The guard pulled the Amazon's left arm behind her back and pulled roughly. Aethis yelped out in pain, her arm felt like it was being pulled out of her shoulder. From her pouch the guard took out a walkie talkie and spoke into it. "This is Lenore, I need some help, the prisoner has become aggressive." The guard held Aethis pressed against the wall. The Amazon was constantly in pain as the guard, Lenore, applied increasing pressure on her arm. Finally a duo of blonde guards, looking very much like Lenore, entered the room and took hold of Aethis, each one grabbing an arm. They held the Amazon with vice like grips, their fingers digging through her leather sleeves. Lenore stood in front of the Amazon, strands of her pulled back hair in disarray, pissed. The guard had already proven her superior strength and Aethis was unsure that the near future would prove very healthy. "So bitch," Lenore spat out. "You think you're so tough? Well fuck you!" Lenore reached out. Aethis tried to retreat but the two guards held her in place as Lenore approached. Lenore took hold of the waist band of Aethis' black leather pants and pulled them down. The Amazon struggled futily as Lenore pulled the black pants from Aethis' legs, leaving her entire bottom half bare. Aethis blushed in deep shame, unable to cover her nuded privates. A dark tuft of pubic hair pointed at her cunt. Lenore threw the pants away and placed her hand over the Amazon's slit. Aethis jerked back but the hand was not dislodged. "Hiding any weapons bitch?" As Aethis panicked, franticly fighting to get away from the angry blonde guard, Lenore inserted on of her fingers into the Amazon cunt, probing the exposed orifice. Aethis screamed. Lenore ignored the screams of her prisoner and continued her violation. One by one the rest of her fingers joined the first until all five were exploring the private recess of Aethis' body. They twisted and squirmed, scraping against the inner lining of Aethis' vagina. Then Lenore pushed her hand deeper into the Amazon cunt. With hard thrusts Lenore's hand slowly disappeared into Aethis' body. The screams got louder as more and more of the hand vanished. Soon Lenore had her entire hand inside Aethis. The lips of Aethis' cunt clamped around the blonde guard's wrist, seemingly distorted because of the size of the object they encircled. Lenore tickled the inside of the Amazon with her fingernails. Aethis shivered. Lenore carefully curled up her fingers into a fist. Aethis' stomach turned as she felt the Guard's hand seemingly grow in one of the most sensitive parts of her body. The slightest movement caused goosebumps to appear over Aethis' body. The guard's arm began to move. She slowly pulled her fist out of Aethis' cunt. It stuck. The knot of Lenore's fist was stuck at the opening to the Amazon's cunt. Rather than uncurl her fist Lenore began to tug her arm away. With each tug Aethis' hips were pulled forward as her cunt would not let go of its intruder. Lenore pulled violently, jerking Aethis' body with each attempt. Aethis screamed anew as a shooting pain filled her body with every tug. Finally the guard's fist pulled out of the cunt and Aethis screamed louder than she had all day. The incredible pain, as the fist tore through the opening of her cunt, was unbearable. The other guards let go of her and the Amazon fell to the ground clasping her hurting cunt, now gaping wide due to its large intruder. Aethis wasn't sure how long she lay there. It must have been for some time because the pain in her cunt began to subside. Arms grabbed the bottom of her leather jerkin. Aethis offered no resistance as her jerkin was pulled over head and off her body. She was now totally nude, but she no longer cared. Her thoughts were completely on her pain. Until she was picked up and shoved against the wall again. "Now then," said Lenore. The guard was across the room, looking at Aethis with contempt. The two other guards were holding the Amazon up. "Why are you here?" "I'm following someone," Aethis answered, defeated. "That's better. Who? Why?" "The man who came in before me. He... I... He impressed me." "Impressed you huh? So what's that mean?" "I... I thought I could impress him too and he'd be willing to be my husband." "Shit," sneered one of the guards holding Aethis up. "She's got a fucking crush." "Listen up bitch," Lenore said. "We're going to let you go. But first we got to fix you with this." Aethis' eyes grew wide as Lenore held up a chastity belt. But no ordinary chastity belt, within it were two large black rubber dildoes placed exactly where her cunt and ass should be. Feebly the Amazon tried to struggle but her attempts were pathetic. The chastity belt was quickly placed on her, Lenore taking special care to shove the two dildoes into Aethis' ass and cunt as hard as possible. They filled her, Aethis was afraid she would explode. She felt as if her body was reshaping itself around the two rubber penises. They seemed to tickle every nerve while at the same time painfully pulling apart her muscles. Lenore locked the padlock on the front with a turn of the key. Aethis was now stuck in her violating prison. There was no way to take it off. She was stuck. Stuck. And it hurt so much. The pain must have shown on her face because Lenore responded to it. "Hurts doesn't it. And you know what? It's permanent." Nooo! Aethis screamed to herself. No! "Tell you what though. We'll just teleport the key to your little boyfriend and he can take it off of you. Of course it'll mean that he sees your privates. And those privates will be stuffed with fake cocks. If you take them out your cunt and ass holes probably won't close either, they'll just stay open because they've been stretched by such large rods. And then, if he still hasn't lost all respect for you, he will be when he sees the writing on your tits." "What writing?" Aethis asked meekly. "This writing." And Lenore took a marker from her pouch. She wrote on Aethis' large tits, "I'LL SUCK ANYONE'S COCK!" and stood back to admire her work. Aethis tried to look down at her tits but was unable to completely read what had been written on them, although she knew it wasn't good. Lenore finished it up by retying Aethis' hands with more metal rope. "Way I figure it," said Lenore "is that you've got two options. First you find your boyfriend, beg him to free you, and humiliate yourself in front of him so that you'll never impress him with your strength and never have a chance to marry him according to Amazon law. The other is that you don't go to him and you get your mouth raped by every man from here to wherever it is you're trying to go, then get kicked out of the Amazon gang for being so weak. Now get out of here." *** Peter paid for his drink and left the pub. He would probably be out of the city by the afternoon. His bed last night had been comfortable enough but he missed Clara. But the sooner he got this all over with the happier they all would be. He wouldn't have to be away from Clara ever again. He felt a sudden urge to pee. He made his way to the alley behind the pub. Stupid city, he cursed, advanced technology out the wazoo but no public toilets. He found a relatively secluded part of the alley and was about to unzip his pants when he heard a voice. "Please, no. Please." It sounded familiar, feminine. Peter took out his gun and cocked it. He crept to the source of the voice, further down the alley, his gun aimed in front of him. There was a large man standing over something. "Okay pal, let's freeze." The man, surprised, froze. Turning slowly he saw Peter's gun. His cock was pulled out of his pants. "This your girl?" said the man. "'Cause if it was I didn't mean nothin'. Really. I just thought cause the way she was that she..." And before he could finish the man bolted. Peter thought about chasing him but decided against it, it wasn't worth the trouble. Then he froze himself. The man had been hiding her, but the Amazon that had been following him was on her knees, crying. Her clothes were gone and seemed to be wearing some sort of chastity belt, complete with padlock. Her tits were exposed and the words "I'll suck anyone's cock" were written on them in black. Her arms were behind her back, probably tied. She had her eyes closed and her mouth open, but tears flew freely down her face. "Excuse me?" he asked? The Amazon's eyes opened and she shouted in shock at the sight of him. She jumped to her knees and ran to him. As she got closer he could see dried cum covering much of her hair, face, and chest. She collapsed into him, her face buried into his shoulder. Between long sobs she told him what had happened upon being captured. "And then they released me. I didn't know where you were but I had to find you. But then, when I got out of the prison, some guard forced me on my knees and forced me to suck his cock. And then a guy outside the shoe store. And then another and another. Everywhere I went I had to suck the cocks of whoever was there. Then I came to this tavern and they made a line in the alley and I had to suck off everyone and... And I've been sucking cocks all night, they wouldn't stop." The Amazon fell crying into Peter's shoulder again. Peter tried to hold her up but his hands felt odd holding onto her bare skin. "You've got to get this thing off me. It's killing me. Please. I'll suck your cock, it doesn't matter anymore. But the fake cocks in my ass and my cunt are... I-I want them out, please." Peter pulled out the key that had appeared in his hand while he was eating dinner the previous night. When the amazon saw it she cried out in joy. He unlocked the chastity belt and threw away the padlock. The belt didn't fall off, instead it just stuck there. Peter slowly peeled it off, in the process removing the dildoes from their respective holes. They were both coated in fluids. The Amazon completely naked now, her cunt and asshole distended, lewd writing on her cum encrusted chest, sighed in relief. She fell to her knees and opened her mouth. "I'll suck your cock now." Peter pulled her up and took off his coat. He draped the coat over her body, making sure to button it up the front so as to hide the words written on her tits. After placing his belongings once again on his back he pulled the Amazon toward the city's exit. *** Marlos threw the ball against the wall of his impressive study. No books were in the room, he had a library for that. Rather the study was empty so that he could experiment with various spells and magical properties. The ball he was playing with hit the wall and promptly transformed into a million small insects. They fell to the ground, crawling and writhing across the stone floor. Marlos sighed, another failure. He conjured the insects away to some far corner of the woods with a defeated sigh. He had been trying to discover a way to make materials explode upon impact. As he left his study for the more furnished halls of his large castle he heard the baying and growling of his guard dogs. Marlos was the Magician of the Forbidden Woods, as people called the area he inhabited. Marlos just called them the woods. As far as he knew he and some hermit were the only people that lived in them. The hermit, the child of another hermit, had a pretty impressive residence near one of the clearings. Not as impressive as Marlos' own castle, but large enough to sustain a farm indoors. Marlos hadn't really spent much time with his neighbor. Of course neither of them wanted to be bothered so they got along well for two recluses, neither one bothering the other. But whereas the hermit simply kept to himself Marlos actively kept people out of the woods. His guard dogs, huge mutated hounds of anger that had once been particularly nasty intruders, patrolled the woods, attacking anyone who was trying to do more than just pass through. For the most part the mere presence of the wolves, and a magician that might turn you into one, kept most people out of the area. In fact the dogs had only one real command when patrolling, don't bother the hermit. Marlos wasn't exactly sure about the hermit's true nature and had no reason to antagonize the one person in the world that knew the woods better than him. Marlos had reached the door to his library when the scream ripped through the air. That was unexpected, no human should have been able to get close enough to his castle that their screams would travel to his ear. The dogs should have taken care of it, this lack of action on their part was inconceivable. In fact the scream seemed to be coming from the kennel. Marlos raced down the stairs and through the halls to the room in the castle that his dogs were kept. Bursting through the door he shouted in anger. From the middle of the room three canine faces looked up at him, taken off guard. Three dogs, the three not on patrol, were assaulting a woman. She looked tall, but Marlos couldn't be sure. She had cuts and bruises covering her body, her clothing had been roughly torn away by sharp teeth around her crotch and breasts. Her black hair was matted to her face, covered in drool and dog cum. One of the dogs, an all black one with a white patch on his tail, had mounted her and was humping her even as he looked up at his master. Marlos sighed. She was one of the Amazon bandits which had entered the forest recently. The dogs had been doing a lot of things like this recently. They would capture an attractive human female in the woods and drag her back to the kennel where they would fuck her mercilessly. The three dogs forgot about the entrance of their master and returned to their task. The one already pumping his large member in the woman's abused cunt continued to pound into her. Another began to lick the woman's exposed nipple, his sandpapery tongue rubbing roughly against her already sore breast. The other mounted the front of the woman, maneuvering his canine cock into her mouth and humping her face as his partner worked her other side. "Enough!" Marlos shouted. He opened up his arms and the three dogs flew and crashed into the walls. The woman, now a frightened wreck, scrambled from the middle of the room to huddle against Marlos' legs for safety. The three dogs slid to the ground and slowly stood on all four legs, looking fearfully at their master. "I've told you, no more of this! I'll not have you raping women...." *** Peter tucked the poor girl into bed. The rooms at the inn weren't cheap but he wasn't about to make camp any time soon if he could help it. The first night after getting her out of the city where her mouth had been constantly violated he had made camp and woken to find her trying to pull his cock out of his pants. She claimed she owed him for rescuing her and that she wasn't worthy of doing anything but sucking his cock. He had to console her for the rest of the night, assuring her she wasn't just a cock sucker. Sometime during the night she told him she wanted to be his wife. The next day he determined she was in no state to travel alone, but that night he made sure they stayed at an inn, in separate rooms. There had been no trouble since then. They were close to Lorit City now. He would leave Aethis with her Amazon bandit sisters and then seek out the witch. He had the hardest time trying to explain to Aethis that he couldn't marry her because he had a woman back home, even if they weren't married and Clara turned into a wolf when they weren't being intimate. He needed to find the witch to reverse the curse and turn Clara back into a normal woman. "Peter?" Aethis murmured. "Hmm?" Peter cursed to himself, he had thought she was asleep. "You don't think I'm a whore do you?" "No, I told you that." "Even though I sucked a lot of men's cocks?" "It wasn't your fault, you were raped." "I know, but I still feel like I'm not worthy." "Don't think like that." "Can I suck your cock?" Peter paused. He wasn't sure how to answer that without making her feel rejected. "I told you already, I have a wife, of sorts, at home." "I know," Aethis' brows knitted as she frowned. "It's just, it doesn't seem right that I sucked all those cocks and haven't sucked yours even though you're the one I wanted to be with." "I'm sorry, I don't think it would be right." "It's because you think I'm a worthless...." "No. I told you, you aren't worthless. Not in my eyes, not to anyone." "Prove it to me." "How?" Peter didn't like the way this was heading. "Let me impress you." "What do you mean?" Peter asked cautiously. "Let me suck your cock and show you how good I am at it. I learned a lot, they hit me if I did it wrong." "No, there are other ways you can impress me." "How?" Aethis cried. "It's the only thing I'm good at." "No it's not," Peter said sternly. "How do you know? What other way can you think of that you're sure would impress you." Peter thought for a minute. A long minute. Finally he said ",Don't let what happened control the rest of your life, put it behind you and make it nothing, don't give it power over you. That would impress me." "Okay." Peter sighed to himself with relief. "But first you have to make love to me." "What?!" Peter nearly collapsed with shock. Everything had seemed to be going right, Aethis was finally ready to deal with the problem the incident had caused her when boom, the rug was pulled from beneath him. "I'll do it, but only if you let me make love to you. Think of it as the first step in my healing process. I choose tenderly to be with the man I love instead of being violently forced to suck the dick of a complete stranger." "Love?!" The world was swallowing Peter's mind, he couldn't think. "Yes love. I love you. I can't help it. You impressed me when you faced the huge dog in the woods, but when you saw me at my weakest, being forced to suck strangers off you helped me rather than take advantage of me. You could have just used me like everyone else, made me suck your cock and then be done with me, but instead you rescued me. I love you Peter." "No, you're not thinking clearly. You don't know what you're talking about." "I don't care. I won't try to heal myself until you let me fuck you" "But..." "Please Peter." "I can't, Clara would..." "Clara doesn't need to know. I just need to know that you don't think of me as worthless cock sucker. Share an intimate moment with me." "No..." "Please Peter." "I can't." "I-I.." Aethis faltered. While she had been trying to give eloquent arguments she was still afraid that Peter was only taking pity on her and that he still saw her as the girl who had been willing to suck his dick in exchange for the removal of a chastity belt. She had hoped that she could erase that picture from his mind by being a creature of loving passion rather than cheap thrills. It hadn't worked. "Oh god, I'm sorry. You... I... I'm sorry. God, you must think I'm a slut, trying to get you to sleep with me. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I... I... I wanted to love you not just fuck... I... Please don't think of me like that. I'm not like that... I'm not... I'm not, right? I didn't want to just fuck. I don't think. I don't know. I..." Peter looked at her. She was crying, desperate for approval. He wasn't sure how he could prove to her that he didn't think of her as some cheap slut. The only way that seemed to present itself was unthinkable. Not only would it mean betraying Clara but it was definitely not the way to help Aethis. *** Clara lay on the bed, feeling the cloth of the sheets against her fur covered stomach. It had been almost a week since Peter had left. A week as a wolf. It was the longest period she had stayed a wolf since she had met Peter. Now she was trying to remember human sensations. She missed being human. She missed Peter. She wondered which she missed more. The sound of the front door creaking open carried itself to the sensitive hearing of Clara's lupine ears. Her head raised and she slowly stood. A footstep. Clara leapt off the bed onto the hard wood floor with a quiet thump. Why was someone in the house? Peter shouldn't have been back for another week. That damn door had been left open, she had been afraid something like this would happen. Without hands she had been unable to close the door herself. Clara crept beneath the bed, hiding from the intruder. The hair on her back stood on end. This all felt wrong. "Hello?" A voice called. It was a man's. "Is anybody home?" The man's footsteps continued as he explored the house. With each passing moment Clara became increasingly nervous. Soon the footsteps came closer to the bedroom. Step, step, step. "Hello?" The voice was inside the room, right above her. Clara held her breath, trying not to move. There was a shuffling as the man did something. Clara wasn't sure what, the sound wasn't specific enough. She could smell him though, it was odd, as though he had no scent, but that was impossible. Everything had a scent, affected by its own material and the environment around it, but this man had none, as though he didn't exist and was never around anything. The sheets moved before her eyes. The man was searching beneath the bed! A hand, not a large hand, reached beneath the bed, inches in front of her long nose. Still she could not smell anything. The hand began groping the air beneath the bed, trying to find something, trying to find her! That's why he had come here, he wanted her. To take her from the house, away from Peter and any hope she had of being human again. The hand once again moved in front of her muzzle. Taking action Clara bit into the hand with her sharp teeth. They stuck. As hard as she tried to pry her teeth loose from the hand she could not open her mouth. The hand had captured her mouth as if it were glue. She tried to pull away but she could not match the strength of the man. The hand pulled her from out under the bed. She resisted but it was futile. The man looked down at her, smiling a devious grin. She tried to back away but was held firmly by the entrapping hand. For some reason the man didn't seem to mind that his hand was being bitten by sharp teeth, as though he had anticipated it. The man fell to his knee and petted Clara on the head. Clara whined from the indignity, unable to express herself any other way. "Hello girl," said the man. "You're a fine looking beast. My name's Marlos. I'm going to take you to my home until your master gets back. Don't worry about anything, you won't be hurt. I don't want to get your master angry. But I couldn't help but notice that he left you all alone while he went away. "I don't know why he did that but it isn't a very nice thing to do to a pet. So I'll take care of you for know. It'll be fun, I've got some dogs of my own and a private kennel. And I've got a really big castle so you can run around all you want. Doesn't that sound fun?" Clara wanted to tell him that it sounded horrible. That she was really a woman, Peter's wife, not his pet. But she couldn't, not in her wolf form. She growled around the man's hand. He took no notice. "I'm sure you'll get along fine with my dogs. They're very friendly." Marlos waved his free hand and she passed out. *** Peter woke with a start. He had been dreaming of Clara. Through the foggy vision of his half woken eyes he thought he saw movement, but as it cleared there was nothing, simply the darkness of night. Peter closed his eyes and allowed himself to again be immersed in the memories of Clara's touch. As he began to once again regress into sleep the touch of human hands fell upon his thighs. Peter's eyes stared wide at the ceiling above him as his mind raced through possibilities. Suddenly a wet enclosure suckled on his cock, a mouth. Peter through back the covers and craned his neck to see who it was. Of course it was Aethis. She manipulated his cock with her tongue until he grew hard. His cock, rubbing against the moist interior of her mouth, quickly became rigid. He tried to pull himself into a sitting position but her grip on his thighs was strong. He had to do a sit up instead. She looked up at him from his lap, a slight grin forming around his member. He was stuck, her strength to keep him in position was more than his to pull away. She had his lower body pinned to the bed, at the mercy of her attentive mouth. Aethis' mouth played expertly with Peter's penis, sucking, licking, nibbling, anything she wanted, he couldn't resist. As her enthusiastic sucking continued he felt his body begin to tense with the imminent oncome of his orgasm. Aethis felt the change and halted her ministrations. She let the cock slip out of her mouth. To Peter is was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because she had stopped her assault on his body but a curse because, well because now he was horny as all hell and wanted to get off. Aethis crawled forward on his body. Although her hold on his thighs was gone Peter made no move to resist. She stopped when she was eye level with him, their eyes expressed silently the lust both had pent up within them. Aethis moved her hips, not once taking her eyes off of Peter's face, and mounted his hard member, letting it slide smoothly into her moist cunt. Aethis began to ride Peter's body like a woman possessed. Her large tits bounced in synch with her bucking body. Peter's cock would momentarily disappear into her ravenous cunt and then reappear with Aethis' wild surging movements. Peter simply lay back as the beautiful Amazon fucked his body, enjoying the increasing pleasure that flowed through his body with each second his cock thrust into the bandit's cunt. It continued through the night, the Amazon falling and rising earnestly on the Hermit's cock, the pair never stopping until Aethis had finally fell onto his body from exhaustion, her body covered in sweat and a fulfilled smile on her face. Peter felt her weight press against his body, wondering if he could ever go back to Clara. *** Clara awoke in a strange place. Still a wolf, she could smell strange odors in the room with her lupine nose. She shook her head trying to clear her vision. As the world began to focus around her, distinct images began to take shape, stone walls, large cubbies around the room filled with straw and meat, and three large dogs staring at her. Clara whined. Dogs, large dogs. They eyed her hungrily. She began to edge backward, to put as much distance between herself and them as possible. Her heart raced wildly. The Magician had said she was taking her to his castle so she could stay in his kennel. He was unaware of the curse that had been placed on her human self, making her a wolf as long as she did not have a cock stuffed in her. He treated her like a wolf, even worse, like dog, when she was neither. Now his dogs stared at her, unsure of this new canine. She got the distinct impression that she was unwelcome and that the situation might turn violent at any second. She wanted to go home, she wanted Peter. Long ago, before she met Peter, when she had been alone, unable to get a man to fuck her as a wolf and unwilling to let other wolves mate with her, she ended up roaming the world as a wolf. Unable to survive as a lone wolf she would temporarily join wolf packs to survive. The influence had made her even more like a wolf. She had actually felt her humanity slip away. But then, in between packs, she had met Peter and her humanity had come rushing back. But now it seemed she was to spend a long time with canines again. Peter didn't even know what happened to her, what if he returned home and thought she had abandoned him? What if he never came for her? What if she was to forever be a wolf? What if Peter abandoned her? Clara began to panic. One of the dogs let out a loud growl. He approached Clara, a suspicious look in his eye. She froze, afraid of the oversized beast. His monstrous nose began to sniff at her body, analyzing the scent every inch of her body gave off. She simply stood still. Finally he ended his long examination. He crept up and mounted her. The action startled Clara. The large dog's front paws rested on her back and the head of his large cock found its way to her vaginal entrance. God, no, Clara screamed to herself. No, no, no. This couldn't be happening. The magician had planned it all along, she had been brought here to be mated to his dogs! Clara tried to wrench herself free of the large dog but it growled loudly in anger. Its two companions took up the growl, revealing their sharp teeth, filling the room with the scary sounds of maddened beasts threatening harm. The sound caused Clara to stop in fear, her body unable to move. The dog behind her thrust forward, sending his oversized cock into her wolfen cunt. Almost instantly Clara felt her body transform from wolf to human. She screamed as the large dog cock stretched the walls of her human sized vagina. The dog, sensing the transformation, paused and was surprised to find himself fucking a blonde woman and not a wolf. But rather than be dismayed, the dog seemed overjoyed and began to pound Clara's cunt with enthusiasm. The other dogs stared at the blonde woman their friend was fucking. She was beautiful with an modest bosom, her face a mixture of pain, sorrow, and fear. They scrambled forward, each racing the other for the chance to stick their cock in her mouth. These oversized dogs had once been human and their human tastes remained the same. While they did not relish fucking a female wolf, though their master had commanded them to, they were only to eager to fuck a desirable woman. For Clara the experience brought back memories of when she had first met Peter. She had been overpowered by another wolf and forced to mate with him. This of course brought about her transformation and she had soon found herself the rape victim of a wolf. Then Peter had found and saved her. Peter learned of her curse and didn't care, never once treating her like a freak or making her feel like a wolf, taking care of her like she was his wife. But Peter was far away and couldn't save her now. Another dog shoved its foul tasting cock in her mouth while the one working her pussy showed no signs of relenting. Clara began to cry. *** Peter was having woman problems. He shouldn't have been, he had a wife waiting for him back in his large cabin in the forbidden woods. Well, almost a wife, a woman he loved as much as a wife. So he felt particularly guilty about the tall Amazon bandit that was holding on to his arm. Aethis was as giddy as a lovesick little girl, although she sure as hell didn't look like one. Ever since that night when they had fucked, the Amazon kept talking about how they were meant for each other. Peter was a bit apprehensive about that. He wasn't completely sure but he might have been raped. Aethis didn't seem to worry about such matters. She had found a man worthy to be her mate. She walked proudly next to Peter down the dirt path to Lorit City, holding on to her beloved's arm. "I hope our first child is a girl," Aethis said. The statement caused Peter to flinch. He wasn't sure how to tell Aethis that it wouldn't work out. Ever since her ordeal in the city near the forbidden woods she had been pretty unstable emotionally, a confrontation like that could destroy her. "It will be a strong girl," Aethis continued. "She will have my physical strength and your courage." God, thought Peter, what if she's already pregnant? They had only spent the one night fucking but that might have been enough. What would he do? What would Clara do? Even if Aethis wasn't pregnant, how would Clara respond to him fucking another woman? Had he already destroyed his chances of true happiness with the woman he loved? "Peter?" Peter snapped out of his thoughts. "Huh? What?" "What are you thinking about?" "Clara." Peter flinched again. He hadn't meant to say that, it just slipped out. God, what would the damage be on Aethis' emotional state? Aethis didn't seemed phased in the slightest. "Hmm. Yes. We'll have to kill her." Peter stopped walking. "What?" "We'll have to kill her. You're just invested too much in her. You'll need to make a complete break, so she needs to die. Then we can live together free of any feelings for other people." That's when Peter realized that he nothing he could say would break the delicate balance of Aethis' sanity, it was already broken. The only thing that he could do was aggravate or placate her. Poor thing. "Shh," Peter whispered. "I think I hear something up ahead." Aethis tensed, straining to hear. She took a cautious step forward. And then another. Peter took out his rifle and brought it down against the back of Aethis' head. *** Aethis woke slowly, a splitting headache seeming to cover her body. She was lying down... on a table. The texture of the wood was obvious against her naked back. She could feel the air on her skin. She was naked. She opened her eyes, allowing the light to painfully enter. Everything was blurry. "Where am I?" she asked softly. "You are in the HQ at Lorit," said a voice, amplified by Aethis' headache into a thundering call causing her head to reverberate. So Aethis had been brought to the Amazon Bandit HQ. Whatever attacked them must not have been after death. "Where's Peter?" Aethis asked. "He has gone." Despite the overwhelming pain Aethis tried to sit up but found her body secured to the table with rope. She strained against it to no avail. She had to get to Peter, explain to him that the Amazon Bandit code wouldn't let him into the building but that he was still wanted. She had to get to him before he decided to write her off. Before he forgot about her. "Do not struggle," said the voice. It was calm and soothing, probably a healer. "You have been through an ordeal. Allow me to attend to you." Aethis' vision cleared and she saw the healer more clearly. Just as all healers she was blonde, with long hair falling behind her down to the waist, braided into a long ponytail. The healer uniform consisted of a white leather g-sting attached to a white collar around her neck by means of a long, white strap. The strap lay taught down her midsection, forming a thin line between her naked breasts just as her pony tail formed a line down her back. The healer placed a hand on Aethis' breast and squeezed gently, sending a jolt of excitement down the bound Amazon's spine. The healer's other hand cupped Aethis' cunt, supple fingers massaging the bandit's sex, sending waves of pleasure through the nerves of her body. Aethis shivered as the healer continued her unending onslaught of sexual stimulation. The healer showed no emotion as she worked on her patient. Years of healer training had been programmed into the woman, these sort of things were routine. Her fingers canvassed the flesh of her nude patient, using the skills she had been taught to pleasure the Amazon bandits. She felt nothing, she was nothing more than a healer, her only purpose to bring pleasure to real Amazons. She was little more than a tool. The healer could feel the bandit stiffen as her body orgasmed. The moan of pleasure, different than the many the healer had heard through the years, it had a tinge of grief. The healer did not relent in her attentions even though her patient had reached orgasm. She could not until the patient had shouted the shout of pure joy. Experienced hands continued to stimulate Aethis' breasts and cunt. The healer continued her assault, playing with the clitoris, gently squeezing the nipples, lightly brushing the sensitive lining inside the vagina, her hand moving with rapid thrusts into the orifice that had become the blonde woman's only reason for existence. "Peter..." moaned Aethis with regret as she succumbed to the abyss of overwhelming pleasure. *** It was run down. The house looked like it would collapse with a slight breeze. And it was small, much smaller than his own house. It couldn't have more than three rooms, Peter thought to himself. Lorit was nothing like the city near the forbidden woods. While that city had been able to escape the second Dark Ages and keep its technology Lorit was a shambles. Too far away for a Lord to care for them and not close enough for the city to give a damn, Lorit was a lost city. Its inhabitants knew it and had set up their own town government. And to attend to their magical needs they had a witch. It was this witch's house that was so in a shambles. Clara had told Peter that it was an illusion, meant to keep out any but those who were determined to gain help. Peter could see how such a trick could work, he loathed to knock on the door for fear that the whole house would collapse. Mentally shrugging his shoulders he carefully let his hand wrap on the door. The door felt solid, it was solid. It was just as Clara said, the shabbiness of the house was a false image. Peter knocked on the door and waited. "One minute," a cracked voice said softly. The door opened to reveal an old man. A really old man in a butler's uniform. There didn't seem to be an inch of him that wasn't covered in wrinkles. He was small and hunched over. "May I help you?" he asked in a tired whisper. "Um, I'm here to see the witch," Peter said. "This way," intoned the man. He turned and began to walk away. Peter followed him through the house. Now that he was inside it seemed bigger. Probably a magic thing. Peter was led to a room in the back of the house. He was shown in and the old man left, closing the door behind him. Peter's gaze was instantly drawn to a beautiful blonde woman in her thirties sitting in the middle of the room. She was tall with a pronounced chin, delicate features, and bobbed hair. She wore a conservative gray business suit. Overall she looked very professional, similar to a business executive. Her eyes regarded him over a pair of small reading glasses. She closed the book in her lap and took off her glasses. "May I help you?" she asked calmly. "Ah, yes, are you the witch?" "Yes I am." "I'm here about Clara." "Who?" "The woman you cursed," Peter clarified. "She turns into a wolf if she doesn't have a cock in her?" "Ah yes. The slut." Peter flinched. "Clara," he said sternly. "What about her?" "Well, if you wouldn't mind, could you remove the curse?" The witch gave him an odd look, trying to figure out who he was. Her brow wrinkled as she began to ponder her visitor. It was obvious she never expected anyone to come to her about Clara, especially not to remove any curse. "No," said the witch. Peter hesitated. He had expected some problems with this endeavor, but he was unsure how to proceed. "Do you want to know why?" asked the witch. Peter nodded. "Back when Clara was working for me she had an affair with my husband." "No she didn't," Peter protested. "You just thought she did. She told me all about it. She said she..." "She fucked him," The witch interrupted angrily. "Don't be a fool, they fucked. I know. I caught them together. His dick was in her cunt. They had been planning to run away together. For that they must be punished." Peter was silent. He let this new information gel in his mind. Clara had fucked the witch's husband. She had been with another man. He never brought it up, he knew she had fucked before they met. (Hell, the first time he saw her she had a wolf's cock in her.) He always knew that she probably had other lovers, men she fucked and loved, before they had met as well. Still, somewhere in the back of his mind he had hoped that he was the first. But it was an unrealistic expectation and he knew it. Just because he was raised in isolation didn't mean that she had to be too. No, what really hurt about this was that she had been planning to run away with the witch's husband. From what Clara had said the witch mistakenly thought Clara was trying to steal her husband, that the curse had been unjust. She had lied to him. Shit. "How do you know?" he asked unsteadily. "I saw them," the witch repeated angrily. "I said that." "No, how do you know they were planning to run away together?" The witch tapped her forehead. "I read their thoughts. Damn slut thought she could steal him from me. Taught her though. No one crosses me and gets away with it." "What about him? Why didn't you punish him?" "What makes you think I didn't. I turned him into a bug. I think a bird ate him." Peter stared at her. Was she that cold or was did her husband's betrayal hurt her that bad? He didn't dare to ask her. Besides, he wasn't sure how he felt about Clara's betrayal. Should he still try to get her cure or just let her stay a wolf? And then what? Cast her out of his house, keep her as a wolf? God, it was just so confusing. *** Marlos burst into the kennel. He had been in his study when he had heard another scream. He thought he had solved his problem by bringing his dogs that wolf bitch. They were supposed to fuck her, not find some woman to rape. Christ, did he have to cut off their dicks to get them to stop? He looked down at them from the doorway atop the stairs. His guess had been right, they were raping some blonde woman. He snapped his fingers and they all crumpled to dust. Before his eyes the woman transformed into a wolf. Not just a wolf, the wolf, the one he had taken from the hermit's cabin. Shit. He read the wolf magically. She had a curse, that explained it. He thought of the spell and removed it. Bright light whirled around her and exploded. With the last explosion her curse was lifted and in the middle of the room stood an incredibly beautiful naked blonde woman. She looked at him surprised. Marlos smiled, she was beautiful, her body near perfection. He stared, fascinated by her breasts. She must have noticed for she collapsed to the ground into a ball, hiding herself. Later, in the drawing room, after she had been clothed (he regretted that but it wouldn't do to have her think him a lecher) he had gotten the whole story out of her. About the mistaken witch who thought Clara was trying to steal her husband, about the curse, and about how she had moved in with Peter. She didn't mention how she had met Peter though. Still that was her choice. "A very interesting story," Marlos commented. "You certainly have been through many hardships." "Yes," Clara agreed. "But I still don't understand how you reversed my curse." "Are you glad I did?" "God yes, it feels great to be human again." "Then I'm glad as well. It was a simple spell. Once I figured out you had a curse I just ended it." "Thank you. Even if it was a simple spell. Oh I can't wait until Peter gets home. He'll be so happy and I can be with him and not be that damn wolf." "You're going back then?" asked the wizard disappointed. "Of course." "I see." "What?" "Well, I thought that you were only with him because he was willing to turn you human by fucking a wolf." "Oh no. It was like that at first but after a while I actually grew fond of him." "Fond. Is that all?" "No." Clara paused for a moment. She thought about Peter, visualized him in her mind and felt a flood of feelings overcome her and bathe her soul. "No, I think I love him." "I see. So why did you send him away to the witch in Lorit, a journey at least a week away, for a cure. Why not just send him to me?" "I didn't know you were friendly." The wizard scoffed. "What?" Clara demanded. The wizard gazed into her eyes. "I am friendly. But I'm not to sure that you understand that. You're boyfriend on the other hand, he knew I was here. I'm the closest thing he has to a neighbor. And yet he decides to travel for weeks to find a cure for your curse rather than just coming to me. That doesn't sound very friendly does it?" Clara shook her head absently. "No, it doesn't. And I wonder why he went on such a long trip. You don't think it could be because of you could it? I mean, maybe he was just sick and tired of you and your wolf body. Maybe he just wanted to get away from you for a few weeks." Clara thought about it. She didn't want to, but the seed was planted in her mind. Did Peter not want her? But she was human now, completely human. They could be together all the time now. No, she was sure, as long as she was human Peter wouldn't be leaving her ever again. It was the wolf that Peter hated, not her. He could see it in his eyes, when he saw the wolf he was repulsed. But when he looked into Clara's eyes there was nothing but love. Now she and him would be together forever. "Oh, one thing," said Marlos. "The counter spell isn't permanent." "What?" shrieked Clara. "Yeah. Until I get to know the spell that cursed you I can't come up with a permanent counter- spell. Your curse will come back at the end of twenty-four hours." Clara could feel Peter slipping away already. "How long until you can...?" "A year, at least," said Marlos automatically. A year. A year until she would be cured. Peter wouldn't wait that long. IF he was truly sick of her wolf form then there was no way he would endure another year of it. No way at all. "Cheer up," said Marlos. "Maybe your boyfriend will get the cure from that witch." Fat chance, thought Clara. The witch hated her. There was no way in hell she would help Clara, not to mention take off the curse she herself had put on her. "You know," said Marlos. "You could stay here with me." "What?" "At least until Peter comes back from his trip. I'll keep using the temporary counter spell to keep you human until then. If you want though, you can stay here until I can come up with a permanent cure. With you here at the castle it would only take six months. By then the temporary spell should be ineffective, but you'll be cured so it won't matter." "Can Peter stay too?" "I don't know if he would. He is a hermit." "Oh. Yeah," Clara mumbled. She wondered what she should do. Go back to the cabin with Peter, where he would get sick of her and cast her out, leaving her a wolf for the rest of her life, or stay here as a human but without Peter. Both scenarios left her without Peter, but in one she was a wolf... but at least she was with Peter for a little while longer. God, did she really love him that much, that she would forsake her humanity for just a short time with him? It was insane! Truly insane! She hated being a wolf, despised it more than anything else in the world. Here she had a chance to be human and she was thinking of giving it up for a man. Completely insane. "Let me think about it," she said. *** The witch had asked Peter to sit. Peter politely refused, pointing out that the only chair in the room was the one the witch sat in. She stood but he remained standing, claiming he didn't want to impose. After a couch had appeared out of thin air and he obliged her wishes. "Tell me something," said the witch as she pulled a book from a shelf on the left wall. "How much do you really know about Clara?" "I don't know. Enough. She doesn't really remember much after the year as a wolf." The witch laughed. "I'm sure she doesn't. I keep forgetting how good that spell is." "It's not funny." "Not to you. I think it's great. Then she hasn't told you about how before she worked she shacked up with some knight over in one of the Nodi countries." "No." "It didn't work out. She was with him only because he was the only one in her city with a big house. Come to think of it, that's why she tried to steal my husband. He was a pretty powerful wizard and offered her anything she wanted. They didn't count on my power though." "Why are you telling me this." "Isn't it obvious. I'm trying to establish the pattern for you. She fucks people because of what they can give her. She did it with the knight and she did it with my husband. Now she's moved on to you. Mind you she's her reasons have changed." Peter began to fidget. "What?" "You are fucking her aren't you. I mean you have to be or else she wouldn't be able to tell you these things. Your cock must be in her constantly." "A fair amount of time," Peter agreed, embarrassed. "Right. Well she's fucking you so that she can be human. Before it was for comfort or power but now its just so she can hold on to her humanity. Come on, don't tell me the thought hasn't occurred to you before." "She brought it up once. She said that at first that was the reason but that it wasn't like that anymore. She loves me now." "Right. Okay. Sure. Whatever. I'm sure she fell in love with you despite the fact that you were the only man in a year who was willing to shove his cock up some wolf's pussy. Let me guess, she said that the fact that the one turning her human was you was a bonus to humanity." "Yeah." "Thought so. It's a line, Peter. A line, nothing more. Look at you, you came all this way just to get a cure for her curse. Do you really think she'll stay around once she's cured?" "She will," Peter whispered, barley audible. "She loves me." "Please. What can you offer her? She'll have her humanity, the only thing you could offer her that no one else could. Once she's got that she won't need you anymore. Don't delude yourself." "But I love her." "How much? Enough to lose her just so she'll be happy? Enough to give her what she wants even though she'll throw you away like a used tissue? Because that's what she'll do. She'll find someone else who can fulfil her new wants and fuck him. Can you really cure her knowing that you'll go back to an empty house while her cunt gets reamed by some landowner or she has her mouth engorged around a knight's prick?" "I don't know. Maybe. I can't stand to see her unhappy." "God you've got it bad. Okay so maybe you love her, but don't you dare think for a damn minute that she loves you. She doesn't love, she uses, she fucks, she sucks, she takes it up the ass, but she does not love. She's like a hermit crab, taking whatever's convenient and suits her needs. Once she outgrows it she moves on." "I see it in her eyes." "See it in her eyes," the witch spit out. "Right, that's genuine. Do you know how easy that is to fake?" Peter looked at her skeptically. The witch sighed and threw the book in her hand onto her chair. With a snap of her fingers both their clothes disappeared. She walked up to him, her hips swaying seductively, her breasts making alight bounces with each step. The sight of her delicious body caused Peter's cock to start stiffening. She straddled his lap, slowly lowering her cunt onto his cock. Carefully she slid the whole of his cock into her hole until she sat on his legs, his entire tool filling her sopping cunt. She began to fuck him franticly, rising and falling on his pole, her body slapping against his legs with a loud clap. At once she began to cry out in pleasure, releasing a primal moan of ecstasy as Peter's cock was plunged into her body in rhythm with his grunts as she worked his cock like a woman possessed. The witch hugged Peter's face to her breasts, allowing her nipples to tickle his features as they bounced in motion with her constant movement. Peter breathed in the sweet aroma of her sweaty flesh. Unable to see anything except her breasts he focused on her stiff nipples as they bounced so closely to his face. The witch's skilled movements brought him closer and closer to pure bliss with each descent her cunt made down his manhood. From his engulfed position in the witch's bosom he could hear her shouting loudly. "Oh god! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Gimme your cock! Please!" Obviously she was reaching a climax. As the witches cunt continued to squeeze at Peter's cock, milking it for all it was worth, Peter could feel one approach as well. Soon his body began to tingle as his body clenched up and released a flush of sperm into the witch's cunt, coating the walls of her vagina with the gooey seed. The witch slowly made one last slide down Peter's slowly softening cock, juices from both heir bodies seeping from her cunt. She lay herself on Peter's chest and looked up at him with a smile. He looked down at her, her eyes sparkling with some odd cheeriness. "I love you," she whispered. Peter suddenly panicked. First Aethis and now this. What the fuck was he going to... The witch snapped her fingers and suddenly they were both clothed and she was sitting in the chair she had been in when he first entered the room. The book she had tossed there was on her lap and she looked at him smiling. "Like I said, easy to fake. By the way, where the fuck was the foreplay?" *** It took time for Clara to come to terms with being human again. She wasn't quite used to walking around without someone behind, her with his cock in her ass. But after a few days she began to remember what it was like to live not being impaled on a cock. It was refreshing to live like she had used to. The last couple of years were beginning to disappear from her mind like a bad dream. Still it felt as though something were missing, more than just the cock in her ass. For some reason she just couldn't get over Peter. Clara couldn't understand it, no man had gotten to her like this. She had loved before but when that love began to interfere with her life she was able to move on. And this was the ultimate interference. If she stayed with the magician she could be human permanently in six months. But if she went back to Peter she would lose that chance. Peter or humanity, the choice was obvious. So why couldn't she just choose? She wanted to be human more than anything else in the world. Right? Could it be that she wanted Peter even more? No, impossible. She had left Gordon when he lost his knighthood despite their love, why was this any different? She knew she should just stop thinking about Peter. She should live with the magician, fuck him, and then leave when she was cured. It was a plan, a good plan, a sensible plan. Because really, what was more important, to be human or silly puppy love? She loved being human. And for the chance to be human twenty-four/seven she would do anything. Peter had nothing to offer her now. He was just a hermit who had helped her out during a hard time. For that she would always be thankful but she had to look at her future. And in that future she had to be free. A human who could move around without a cock constantly filling one of her holes. Marlos could offer that, Peter couldn't. *** On his way home Peter passed by the Amazon HQ. He wondered what had happened to Aethis. He felt a little guilty for what he had done to her but she really was in better hands now. The Amazons could help the bandit heal her emotional scars far better than he ever could. He paused to pay silent tribute to his former travelling companion. That done he moved on. The total trip back home took two weeks, in which time he saved some children from a bog monster, helped an elf maiden (he did not fuck her) find her lover, and helped a shape-shifter find sanctuary in a monastery. Through it all he kept special care of a book that the witch had given him. She didn't explain why it was so important, only that it was. *** Clara lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling. She had told Marlos of her intentions to stay with him. He was overjoyed. She did require him to sign a contract though, stating that she would stay for six months and he would cure her curse by the end of that time. Almost immediately he began to make mild sexual advances. No matter, she had been expecting them. She fell to her knees at the first mention. Reaching into his robes Clara pulled out Marlos' large member. She took it in her mouth, covering only the head at first. She playfully teased it with her tongue, causing his already stiff cock to harden like concrete. Her head began to bob on his rod, gradually taking inch after inch of his cock into her mouth until she had the accommodated the whole thing. Her mouth making an ring around his cock she began to suck on his cock, her tongue licking the entire length of his shaft. Her head nodded, or it seemed to, as she began to pleasure Marlos orally. *** When Peter got home the door was open. Cautiously Peter pushed it open all the way. When no one attacked he shouted "Attack 01!" The interior of the house was bathed with a green light. A mechanical voice intoned ",No intruders detected." The light faded and Peter walked into his house confidently. "Clara," he called. There was no response. "Clara," he shouted again, unsure. No response. Methodically Peter searched the house for the wolfen form of the woman he had grown to love. He could find no trace of her. Finally on the kitchen table he found two notes. The first read "Dear Hermit, I am Marlos the Magician, your neighbor in the forbidden woods. Know that I have taken it upon myself to care for your wolf until your return. I have a very large property with a kennel. I am sure that she will be more than happy with me. I await your return. -Marlos" The second note read "Dear Peter, As you may have noticed I'm not home. When I was at Marlos' castle he learned of my curse. He found a way to cure me. He knows a way to make me human. But for it to be permanent I need to live with him for six months. I know you know that my greatest wish in the world was to become human again and I hope you'll be happy that I'm on my way to reaching my goal. I'm sorry that you had to travel to the witch for nothing, but I'm sure she's told you about my past so I know you aren't as sorry that I left as you might once have been. Still I want you to know I love you, but I need to be human. I'm sorry it had to turn out like this. -Love, Clara" Once he had finished reading the second note Peter let it fall from his hand onto the table. Shakily he sat down, unaware of his surroundings. Absently he placed the book on the table in front of him. As he sat there the book opened itself. Peter looked at it, blinking many times, still in shock at Clara's departure. The witch had been right all along. What a fool he was. On the first page of the book, written in gold ink were the words "Lookie Gooki Rookie." "Lookie Gooki Rookie," Peter repeated unable to think of anything else to do. The book exploded in a maelstrom of light and smoke. When the chaos was over, and Peter could see again, the book was gone, as was his kitchen table. In its place was a small vial of a pale blue liquid. It looked like the window cleaner he used sometimes. Next to it was a small piece of paper that read ",Sometimes life really just sucks." END feedback is appreciated. 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