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Subject: {ASSM} RP: Wolf's Bane - complete
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Sexual Material, story meant for people over 18.
Hey Kids, go away! Oh, did you think I meant it
in a mocking manner and was talking to you? Well if
you're under 18 then you are absolutely right. Go away.

Wolf's Bane
	(A sequel to "Peter and the Wolf" and "The Magician's Wolf")
by Alexi92

PROlogue

	He knocked on the door. It was a polite knock, but one with enough
force to kill a lesser door. Peter could almost hear the knock
reverberate through the hall behind, the hall he wanted to enter.

	There wasn't an answer. Peter hadn't expected one, according to the
witch the castle was virtually abandoned. Still Peter had hoped that
there was some sort of night maid or something. But there wasn't,
which meant that he would have to break in.

	Peter sighed. He had certainly increased the number of illegal acts
he could be held responsible for since coming into the witch's employ.
He didn't regret agreeing to become a freelance adventurer for the
witch, but it didn't seem right to help people by commiting crimes.

	He pulled out his lock picking tools and went to work. After a few
minutes of ministrations to the rather pathetic lock the door was open
and Peter went inside.

	The hall was dusty and full of spiderwebs, exactly what one would
expect from a castle that hadn't seen any activity in the last nine
months. But none of that had anything to do with why he was here. What
he wanted was on the fifth floor, in the lab.

	There didn't seem to be any traces of technology in the building,
which meant it probably didn't have an elevator. That meant he'd have
to climb five flights of stairs. Peter sighed again and began looking
for a stairway.

	By the time he got to the fifth floor his muscles were taught. He was
in excellent physical shape, just not enough that he could shrug off a
five flight climb.

	After meticulously checking every door on the floor he finally came
upon the lab. It was a sruprise to say the least. He had been told
what to expect, but this was just insane.

	A wizard, with the standard trappings sterotypical of his kind, the
long grey beard and long robe, had his cock out and was pushing it
against the anal passageway of a naked young lady who was trying to
fight. She had no luck as she was obviously bound by magic, her
struggles only causing to excite the wizard mroe as her athletic body
squirmed, glistening with sweat, her long dark hair in complete
dissarray, the moisture produced by her body causing it to cling to
her face.

	The wizard thrust forward roughly, his long pole shoved painfully
forward into her virgin ass. The woman screamed in pain and fear as
her anus was suddenly invaded by a long intruder, stretching it in
ways it had never been inteded for.

	And then the room shimmered and Peter witnessed the scene melt into a
new one. Only this time the wizard was sitting in the middle of the
room pouring a vial of liquid into a pot hovering over a brazier. To
both Peter and the wizard's surprise an armored hand clanged against
the window pain and a climbed into the room.

	Peter was even more stunned when the knight removed its helmet to
reveal the woman he had seen ealier, getting her asshole reamed. Only
now she looked regal, as one would expect a knight to. Her black
hairwas pulled back into a pony tail so that her hair would not get in
the way of her knightly duties.

	"Eric, Wizard of Glassbow, I am here to end your evil ways."

	"My what?" the wizard asked.

	But instead of answering the woman knight pulled her sword from its
sheath and charged forward. The wizard was just able to dodge, she
slammed into the brazier, sending the pot tumbling to the ground where
it's contents poured out.

	The knight turned and tried to swing her blade against the wizard but
he wasn't there anymore. Peter found himself next to an enraged
wizard, not normally a safe place to be, but the wizard wasn't even
acknowledging Peter's presence.

	"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

	"Silence vile fiend!"

	"Vile? Oh I'll show you vile lady."

	The next instant the knight's armor was gone. She suddenly found
herself protected only by the leather pants and shirt she wore
underneath.

	"I need not my armor to vanquish you," she sneered. The woman rolled
her body forward, ending in a kneeling position. Her sword thrust
forward, slicing the wizard's cloak and some skin.

	The wizard jumped back, screaming in pain, causing the blade to
cleave even more flesh. Angered, Eric waved his hands and the knight's
weapons were gone. Not even missing a beat, she launched herself at
the wizard. With a quickness that belied his age, Eric pulled her from
mid-air, twisted around, and slammed her against the floor, face up.

	A couple more gestures and the knight found herself naked. Peter
whistled silently in admiration, the woman's breasts were incredible,
round, full and firm. The wizard must have been thinking the same
because he grabbed a tit in each hand. The knight screamed in anger
and used her legs to push the old man off her.

	"How dare you," she shouted as she began to rise.

	If he hadn't been watching for it Peter would have missed it. The
wizard's eyes darted to the fallen brazier just as a wide smile
crossed his face.

	"Slut," the wizard spat out. 

	"I am no such thing," the knight said angrily. From the tone of her
protest she had been called such many times in the past. Peter guessed
that there weren't many female knights in the country she came from.

	"We shall see."

	With magic quickness the wizard ran forward in a blur of color. The
knight collapsed as the wizard beat her senselessly, too fast for her
to block. When she stopped moving the wizard stopped attacking. He
stood over her, now just as naked as she.

	He pushed her limp body into a spread eagled position. Her body was
open to him, unable to prevent anything he did. The wizard fondled her
breasts and she moaned lightly. Smiling, Eric lowered himself onto her
body and guided his cock into her.

	The sudden intrusion, and no doubt the pain, awakened her. She began
to struggle to push the wizard off of her. It was to no avail, her
weak attempts didn't deter the old man from thrusting his cock into
her cunt. It was a strange dance, as the knight pushed the wizard
away, but only slightly, and the wizard used that momentum to slam
back into her resisting cunt even harder than if she had not resisted.

	Not long thereafter the knight stopped struggling. Peter thought she
had given in until he saw her eyes, they were cold calculating eyes,
as if she had realized she was not a woman anymore but a protector of
the land, and began to calulate ways to kill the wizard when the
opportunity arrose. So her body simply lay still as the wizard pumped
his tool into her.

	The wizard sensed this lack of resistance and pulled out. He looked
at the knight's unmoving form, considering his options. Finally he
took ahold of her hips, and with a great burst of strength, turned her
entire body onto it's front. The knight's head began to turn in her
attempt to find out what was going one when the wizard slapped her
ass. The knight almost jumped up, as it was she flinched.

	"Very nice bitch. Ever had it in the back?" he asked as he began to
spread her butt cheeks apart.

	"No!" she shouted, all traces of the calculating killer gone in favor
of terror. She tried to get up but the wizard waved his hands and she
found herself unable to move.

	"No, no, no. Every slut should do it in the ass at least once." The
wizard laughed. "Or more."

	He placed his long pole against he opening of her anal passageway.
She had tensed her butt muscles in hopes of warding him off but he
slowly began to push his cock in. And with a sudden thrust he slammed
his hard member into her ass. The knight screamed in pain and fear.

	After watching this scene play out twice more Peter caught the
brazier before it hit the ground. It burned his hands, but he caught
it.

	"Christ that's hot!"

	"Do you have any idea what you've done?"

	"Silence vile fiend!"

	"Christ! Ow!"

	"Vile? Oh I'll show you vile lady."

	"Hello?"

	"I need not my armor to vanquish you."

	Roll, stab, jump.

	"Hey."

	"AAAAAAAAAARGH!"

	Leap, catch, BAM!

	"HEY!"
	
	Fondle, kick.

	"How dare you?"

	Smile, look.

	"Hey, where's the brazier?"

	"I've got it."

	Two confused people turned to look at Peter who had laid the brazier
down carefully on the floor. The wizard was the first to speak.

	"What did you do?"

	"I stopped the time loop."

	"Stopped it?"

	"Yeah. It was the brazier, right? It being spilled caused the spell
you were working on to spill into the room, and so you both got stuck
in a time loop. I just kept it from being spilled."

	"Why did you go and do a damn thing like that?"

	"You've been trapped for the better part of a year."

	"So?"

	"It was time to stop it."

	"That wasn't for you to decide. The bitch was just beginning to learn
her place. Isn't that right whore?"

	They both looked at the knight who hadn't moved from the ground. She
was still laying flat on her back. She didn't answer.

	Peter looked at the wizard with a suspicious gaze. "You enjoyed it?"

	"Damn straight. I fucked that girl millions of time. We remembered it
all you know, our bodies were in a loop but our minds weren't. I had
the pleasure of raping her ass and cunt so many glorious times. And
there wasn't anything she could do, she had to repeat it over and
over, always making the same mistakes she made the first time."

	"That's sick."

	"That's magic. It's not your place to judge what a wizard does. Now
leave, I want to finish what I started millions of times but never got
to finish."

	"No."

	The wizard turned from his advancement on the girl, clearly amused.
"No? I don't think that's for you to say."

	Peter pulled a pill from his pocket and swallowed it. "The Good witch
Bollasa says 'hello'."

	It seemed like forever, but it was probably only a couple of seconds,
but Peter dashed forward with unhuman speed, faster than even the
wizard had accomplished in the time loop, and punched the wizard in
six vulnerable areas of the body. Eric crumpled onto the ground just
as the pill's effects wore off.

	The wizard landed next to the knight. She turned and saw the
unconcious face of the man who had raped her for the last year. Like a
frightened cat she bolted off the ground and ran instinctivly for the
nearest exit. The only problem was that Peter was in her way. They
fell toe the ground in a tangle of limbs which ended with him on top
of her, his head buried in her deilghtful busoms.

	And then she began to cry.

	"Please don't rape me."

	"What? I... No, you've got it wrong..."

	"Please don't rape me."

	And then she began to thrust her hips into him. It probably would
have been more exciting for him if she wasn't trying to fuck his
elbow.

	"Lady I'm not here to..."

	"Please don't... Please don't ra..."

	Peter struggled to move into the proper position.

	"It's okay. It's going to be okay," he whispered soothingly into her
ear. And then he shot the anesthetic into arm.

	The knight whimpered as she fell into unconciousness. Peter sighed.
Bollasa was right, the knight had gone insane. An entire year spent
being raped, forced to repeat the motions she had performed a year ago
even though her mind screamed at her body to do differently, never
sleeping, never anything.

	The situation, a woman completely shattered by being forced into an
intense sexual situation which defied the limits if human endurance,
reminded him of a face from his past. She had been beautiful. Peter
had taken her in and they had had a pretty nice time together. Then
things had gone downhill and they had parted ways. Of course he had
been a little reluctant to see her go.

	Still it wasn't like he had much of a choice in the matter.

	As for her, she hadn't exactly been in a position to choose what she
really wanted.

	Yes, no doubt about it. And the knight's black hair even looked like
Aethis'. But those were memories that had long past. Back when he had
been with Clara.

	Clara. God he missed her too.

	But that had to wait. The knight needed help. Medical at the very
least, psychological if she was to ever be anything approaching sane.

***

End Prologue

***

	I am the most powerful magician on the Earth. I am also an owl. I
wasn't some wizard who decided to be an owl or anything like that. I
was born an owl and I will always be an owl. I don't know where humans
got the stupid idea that all the magical animal are really humans in
disguise. That's a load of shit. REAL magicians don't need to hide
what they are.

	Of course humans aren't very good with magic. I'm an owl and I'm the
most powerful magic being on the planet. Second is a chipmunk. The
most powerful human ranks number twenty-six, and he's tied with a
rhino. The second most powerful human isn't even in the top one
hundred.

	Of course us animals don't flaunt our powers like the humans.
Avalanches, rockslides, volcanos, natural phenomena? It's all because
the earth isn't settled. Couldn't possibly because you just wiped out
the mate of the fourth most powerful magician when you ran over her
head with a car and now he's looking for vengence.

	Only one magician suspects that animals are more powerful than
humans. She's a witch up in Torestra. No one listens to her. She's
been declared insane, and is only visited when the nearyby village is
having a famine.

	So what do I do with all my power? I have pets. They don't know
they're pets but I watch over them, take care of them, make sure
they're kept safe. I feed them when they are unable to feed
themselves, guide them so they don't kill themselves. They think it's
luck. It isn't. It's me. Their luck is that I chose them.

	Shut up. I know this is all expository , but who cares. I'm the most
powerful wizard in the world, I can ramble on if I want to. You may
want to go straight into the sex bits but I'm in control of this
story, not you. If you want to jerk off go read something by that
Wonder Mike fellow. I understand he's written something about the cast
of Friends getting raped or something like that. When you're done,
come back.

	Back? Good. Idiots. Now then, one of my pets is named Aethis.

***

	A magic dildo. That's what the witch had told her. It was a magic
dildo that could grant the user's greatest wish.

	But to Aethis the thing looked like a regular, plain, black, rubber
sex toy. It might have been larger than a normal dildo, but it surely
wasn't magical.

	Oh what a sight she made. A lone Amazon bandit, her black hair
swaying in the breeze, her athletic body, clad in a skin-tight leather
cat suit, sitting on a log in front of the fire, staring intently at
the dildo gripped tightly in her hand.

	Was it magical? Witches usually didn't lie about that type of thing.
But the wish could produce strange side effects, free wishes always
do.

	And so Aethis pondered, holding tightly the long black shaft in her
fist.

	What could she wish for? If she wanted something she could attain it
through practice, barter, or theft. There was nothing that was denied
to her if she worked hard enough. Nothing except retirement.

	The only way an Amazon could retire from the bandit trade was to
become a healer or a mother. As a healer she would have to help those
Amazons who had become unstable mentally through a long process of
care and lesbian sex. It was a process Aethis was far too familiar
with, having been driven insane by rape a year earlier. She did not
relish spending the rest of her life burried between other women's
thighs, licking away at an eternity of clits.

	The other option was as a mother. But to be a mother she had to
settle down with a man and raise a family, of which the daughters
could be trained as Amazons, if they so desired. To take the mother
path she had to find a man she could live the rest of her life with.

	She had found one, but he was married. Besides, Aethis hadn't left
him with a great impression of herself. On their second meeting Peter
had rescued her from the city-wide gang rape that had caused her
breakdown. Then she had proceeded to rape him.

	Even after she had been cured she couldn't stop thinking about him.
Peter was strong, resiliant, sturdy, kind, caring, everything she had
ever hoped to find in a man. All the others she had met since just
didn't measure up. (Although to be fair, a large number of them had
been trying to kill her.)

	But she didn't even know where he lived. And he wasn't the type of
guy who would leave his wife.

	Aethis looked at the dildo. She had a magical wish now, if the witch
was to be believed.

	Making sure no one was around to watch her, Aethis pulled the zipper
all the way down her catsuit. This exposed her chest and abdomen to
the cold air. Her nipples became hard and pointy even as Aethis gasped
at the sudden sensation of a biting wind across her skin.

	She pressed the dildo against the lips of her pussy, slowly inserting
the large black shaft into her sensitive orifice. The false cock was
inched into her cunt in a series of pushes. Aethis gasped and grunted
with each thrust. It was larger than she had thought, stretching her
cunt wide to accomodate it.

	The large invader was shoved deeper and deeper into Aethis'
moistening sex. The rubber sliding against the inner lining of her
sensitive labia excited her. And as another inch penetrated her body
the Amazon began to moan.

	Rather than shove the complete dildo into her body, Aethis pulled it
out partially. She slid the rubber monster in again, moaning lustily.
And then she did it again. And again. And again. Soon all thoughts of
wishes were gone and Aethis was simply fucking herself with the rubber
phallus. She increased her pace, poking and prodding herself in a
frantic furry of desire. And through it all her mind focused on one
thing, Peter. It wasn't a rubber imitation that was giving her
pleasure but Peter.

	Peter, as the cock strained against the tightness of her cunt. Peter,
as the tip explored the furthest reaches of her vagina. Peter as the
constant stimulation built up into a river of plesure and excitement
smashing against a dam, a dam that was crumbling from the constant
pressure of the building waters.

	Building...

	Building...

	Building...

	Until Aethis could no longer stand it. The dam broke and a wave of
intense of orgasms swept through her body, causing it to tingle and
shudder.

	So completely enraptured by her release was Aethis that she failed to
notice the dildo begin to glow a transluscent green. The light
encircled the bandit's body before flashing, leaving the camp empty
once again.

	She suddenly appeared next to Peter. Her wish had come true. But
Peter was being held prisoner by some savage tribe and now so was she.

	"Where are we?"

	"You don't know? I thought you used magic."

	She was rather embarassed to tell him what had happened, so she
didn't. Instead she zipped her catsuit up. The dildo was gone.

	 "It was an accident."

	"Yes, that happens. Have you ever read the book Lord of the Flies?"

	"No. I can't read."

	"Oh. It's from before recorded history. It's about some kids who get
stranded alone on an island and revert into savagery to survive.
That's what happened here, only we happen to be at fifty generations
down the line where all they know is this."

	"So why are you here?"

	"I'm doing odd jobs for a witch. It keeps my mind occupied ever since
Clara left."

	"You're wife? She's gone."

	Peter's face crumpled. "Yes."

	"I'm sorry to hear that." Aethis kept a straight face, denying the
glee within.

	"You'll be even more sorry in a minute. Here they come."

	The tribesmen, short yet muscular pale men with scraggly beards,
pulled Aethis and Peter out of the hut and dragged the pair to the
middle of the village. There the two prisoners were violently stripped
of their clothing and lashed to two poles standing tall in the middle
of the square.

	Hundreds of villagers of various ages and sex surrounded them,
screeching and booing them. A few courageous individuals threw rocks.
A small pebble smacked into Aethis' breast, cutting it slightly. She
screamed in pain.

	An older man came before them and the rest of the villagers hushed.
Aethis guessed him to be the leader.

	"Ngow hyum trasdj kyak!" he spit. 

	"What?! I don't understand!"

	"Hyoz utygooa eojr." The man pointed at Aethis, his thin, bony finger
accusing her of something.

	This was insane. She couldn't be expected to understand him.

	"He says 'you have come to free our prisoner and you must share his
fate.'" Peter explained calmly.

	"What fate?"

	"Torturous death I expect."

	"Ghoaww ffaojro."

	"What?"

	"He said 'death by sunlight.' I think they're going to leave us here
until we die. Kind of like a crucifiction."

	"What!"

	"Gtooss gmsss hort!" a new voice shouted.

	An older woman, as old as the man, came forward. She and the man
argued quietly. Aethis didn't even bother trying to hear what they
said. She wouldn't have under stood it.

	"Gtjas jeair aoo."

	The man nodded. He walked up to Aethis and cupped her cunt in her
hand.

	"Goio! Ihgat jaer noot!" Peter shouted in protest.

	"Huoaf oeot taee," the old man laughed.

	"Attieoao niepsp niasnf," the woman said more seriously.

	"What did they say?"

	"They said you look like you're a good breeder."

	"What?! How dare they! Let go of me you old bastard!"

	"Ghoaoe tryya aojf. Tiyu Ritha oeppd jggaas."
 
	"They want to know if you'd prefer to avoid death and breed insted."

	"With who?"

	"Ghoao eat asdf."

	"One of their..."

	"No!"

	Peter gestured with his head. "It's that guy over...."

	"No! Tell them no!"

	"Troaii ifdgii ojjjas."

	"Otjjat orka?" The woman asked surprised. She slapped Aethis' exposed
breast. "Hooanng agpped. Ghosdgg iaggor. Ghoaagbt eiiat foaofln
eaghnbb."

	The woman punctuated her speach by inserting a finger into Aethis'
cunt. Aethis gasped at the sudden penetration. She could feel the
woman wriggle her digit inside of her, tickling her cunt.

	"Mmm.. Tell her to stop that," Aethis moaned. "Please!"

	The village giggled.

	"Umm, she just said you had good breasts for milk and your pussy is
so tight and eager to get wet that any man would shoot his seed in you
quickly."

	"I don't care! Tell her to get her finger out. Now-aaaaaaaa."

	"Ghat! Gjoaoa!"

	The woman removed her finger from Aethis' privates and the Amazon
sighed in relief. She had been close to orgasming again, a pleasure
she didn't want to share with the village.

	"Frattoi iolkag ohgojji. Ogsstgjsuu oplsaf."

	"She wants to know why you won't breed."

	"Tell her I've already have a mate."

	"Thoaot eaaffhhi oors."

	"Ghat?"

	"Who?"

	"You."

	Peter's eyes grew very large. "What?!"

	"Come on, you can't say no now! Your wife left you! We're going to
die soon! Can't you at least let me pretend to be yours for a little
while?! I love you!"

	"That was just a reaction to the extreme situation you were..."

	"No it's not! I love you Peter! Stop telling me I don't!"

	"It's not that!"

	"Do you not want me that badly?!"

	"No! Yes! What?!"

	"Tell them I'm your mate god damn it! I'm not going to let some dirty
savage...!!!"

	"Ghoaot eoajis! Orlall ererr!"

	The woman suddenly became very serious. The tribe looked at the two
naked captives with a sudden horror. Even the man was serious.

	"Gotta orra." The woman said.

	"What did she say?"

	"Oh you have to be kidding me."

	"Gotta orra!"

	"Oh no."

	"What did she say?"

	"Gotta orra!" the man repeated.

	"What did she say?!"

	"She said to prove it."

	"What?!"

	The vines holding her to the pole were cut and she was free. She was
still a prisoner, surrounded by hostile villagers, but now she could
move.

	"Gotta orra," the woman said pointing at Aethis and then Peter.
"Addogga Ortha Yuooa. Hyyta oursa ojggiy baodd oiahf."

	"Dossa nay gasa! Orra noru tas faan!" Peter shouted back.

	"Hyyta oursa ojggiy baodd oiahf."

	"Orra noru tas faan!"

	"What did she say, Peter?

	"She said if you really are my mate then you won't have any problem
mating with me right now."

	"What?"

	"They want us to prove we can mate.

	"I don't..."

	"They want you to get me hard and fuck me until I cum in you. That
will prove you know how to get my seed, harvest it and all that."

	"That shouldn't be a problem. I did it before."

	"Yeah, but this time you have to do it while I'm tied to this pole."

	"What?" That was insane. Aethis turned to protest, but the look on
the woman's face wasn't a lenient one. So be it. She just had to fuck
Peter. It was what she had been dreaming about, hadn't it. It was her
wish.

	Okay them. She would fulfil her fantasy right here. Even if there
were hundreds of people watching.

	She knelt in front of Peter and took his limp member in her mouth.
She manipulated his organ with her tounge until he got hard, long slow
strokes along his shaft. Once his cock was hard she let it slide out
of her mouth.

	Rising, Aethis gently stroked Peter's cock with her fingers. She felt
it tremble at her touch. Despite their situation Aethis couldn't help
but smile.

	Aethis guided his hard cock into her cunt, gasping slightly as his
fleshy invader pushed through the of her moist walls of her pussy. She
ground her hips against his, humping his cock as she had always
dreamed, making slight modifications for their altered positions.

	The village watched as she, completely focused on the presence which
had filled her body, pumped her cunt onto Peter's rod. As her hips
moved furiously to stimulate and envelop Peter's manhood, Aethis held
Peter's torso tightly to her own, feeling the warmth of his body
against hers. If this failed then she wanted as much time together
with Peter to make up for the rest of her miserable life.

	Even though a part of her was afraid to know, she stopped staring at
the sky and looked down upon Peter's face. His intense look of his
face was hard to read, but his the edges of his lips were just
slightly turned up into a grin. That knowledge caused a slight tremor
of excitement to travel through the Amazon's body.

	Peter didn't hate... Peter liked... Peter wanted her.

	Aethis stopped the rythmic movement of her hips, allowing herself to
savor the feeling of her beloved simply being IN her. Peter opened his
eyes, confused by the sudden papuse, perhaps even concerend that
something had happened to her.

	And Aethis kissed him. Peter wasn't expecting it, although he didn't
resist. Soon he was kissing her back.

	Aethis tried to stay in that moment as long as she could. 

	When she felt something warm shoot out of Peter's cock and fill her.

	Still she didn't disengage. Peter's arms embraced her, pulling her in
even tighter than she had been holding onto him. The liquid Peter had
ejected into her uterus began to trickle down her leg.

	From somewhere in the crowd she heard the old woman say, "Ghot yuus
faas orra. Piko daas fuu. Gorda tun orra tas ya."

	Peter pulled out of the embrace, then pulled his cock out of her
pussy. Aethis a great emptiness, and not just because a breeze picked
that moment to blow into her slightly distended cunt. She was afraid
that Peter was going to exit her life again.

	Instead he grabbed her wrist and began to pull her away.

	"Peter?!"

	"Not now. We have to get out of here."

	She let Peter lead her out of the village. To her surprise the crowd
parted to let them through.

	"Peter, what's going on."

	"The old woman said something about use being a part of some Great
Garden and how we should be let go to bear fruit. I think we proved
out worth to them, but I want to get as far away from here as we can
in case they change their mind."

	"Peter..."

	"Run."

	Peter took off, almost dragging her at first. She was able to keep
up. What were long, athletic legs good for if not running? Soon they
were far enough away from the village for Peter to feel a stop was
warrented.

	"Peter," Aethis said between deep breaths.

	"Yes?"

	"You can let go of my wrist."

	"Oh, sorry."

	"So now what?"

	"What do you mean?"

	"About us. What now?"

	Peter didn't say anything. He waited as he slowly regained his
breath.

	"Peter?"

	A cold chill traveled down Aethis' spine.

	"Peter?"

	Still no response.

	"Peter? This isn't funny."

	"Sorry, I'm trying to think."

	"Well think out loud. You're scaring me."

	"Sorry. It's just... I don't know. What we did today, it's been a
while since I've done it with someone who invested in the act
emotionally, so I don't know if what I'm feeling isn't just because of
that. The last few years, since Clara left, I've been alone. I mean
I've fucked the witch I'm working for a few times since then, but
that's been more because she was bored than anything else. It wasn't
the same as when I did it with Clara, something was missing.

	"But just now, I don't know. Something seemed right, and then you
kissed me, and I stopped thinking about how things seemed so empty
since Clara went away. So, I don't know. Maybe I've got feelings for
you, maybe I'm just don't want to be alone anymore. You obviously
still want me, but how do I really feel about you?

	"I mean, do I love you, Aethis?"

	"I don't know, do you?" Aethis asked, trying very hard to keep her
excitement under wraps.

	"I don't know."

	"You said that you felt something when we were making love."

	"Yes, but I don't know what it was. It could have been the same thing
I felt with Clara, or it might have been something different."

	"Well, then why don't we make love again and find out."

	"Aethis..."

	"No, listen to me Peter. I love you, and if there is any chance I can
help you realize that you feel the same way about me..." Aethis teased
his cock with her fingers causing it to stiffen. "Let's just say I'm
eager to help."

	They spent many more hours engaged in deep experimentation.

***

	Little did I know that my pet's happiness would cause me to come into
confrontation with the third most powerful magician on the planet. He
was another owl. Go figure.

	But Aethis had experienced such a miserable life that I couldn't help
it. I sent her to her beloved Peter after she had played with that
stupid sex toy. Magic dildo, hmmph. No, she had been conned. Yet
another cruel trick played upon my poor Aethis by fate. So I changed
her fate, gave her the man that she wanted more than anything else in
her life.

	But if that stupid snow owl couldn't accept it, well, let's get it
on!

***

	What the hell has that bastard been telling you? How his little
Amazon cunt found a happy ending? Bullshit. Mr. "I'm the most powerful
wizard" in the world is lying out his ass. My pet, not his, is
supposed to be with the hermit. What's he got? An emotionally crippled
Amazon? I've got destiny on my side, fucking DESTINY! Try and beat
that!

	If only that stupid bitch didn't leave the damn hermit so she could
be human. They were happy the way they were. I know, I watched them.
Then suddenly they get in their heads that their lives would be better
if she didn't turn into a wolf. They were happy and then they want
more. Who the hell thinks like that? Humans.

	Stupid humans. I had everything set up so they could live a happy
life full of love and contentment, and they end up throwing it away on
some whim. If that damn night owl was involved I am going to kill him.

	Hi, my name is Abraxas, I'm a snow owl. Not too long ago I spotted a
pathetic wolf, scared of everything and tired of the hand life had
dealt her. She was really a human, cursed to be a wolf whenever she
wasn't getting boned. So I guided her to a hermit named Peter, caused
him to see the true her, and bam, he fell in love. So much in love
that he didn't mind fucking a wolf to get to his woman.

	But then he goes off to find the witch that cursed her in the hopes
of reversing the spell. The wolf-girl makes a deal with a wizard for
servitude in exchange for a cure, and loverboy comes home to find a
Dear John note.

	I had big things planned for those two. Big things. Then they had to
cock it up. I even went out of my way to fix thing but that damned
jerk off night owl introduces his pet amazon to my hermit and they...

	Fuck! But I'm not done! I'll get my wolf girl back to the hermit.
They're supposed to be together. It's fate! Destiny! God damn it, it's
Fairy Tale Shit!

***

	"What the hell is going on?!" Clara screamed.

	"I don't know what you're talking about," Marlos said innocently. He
was trying to decipher the notes he had taken at the convention. But
ever since he and Clara had returned to his castle she hadn't shut up.

	"You said it would only take a few months to find a cure for my
curse. Then I could leave here."

	"What's your point." 

	"It's been three years!"

	Marlos' head snapped up from a particularly difficult string of
equations. "How did you know that?"

	"Three conventions! I've been with you for three annual conventions!
Did you think I wouldn't figure it out? Did you?" Clara was too
embarrassed to mention that someone else had figured it out and then
told her, so she didn't. Instead she let her anger take charge.

	"Three years I've been with you! Three years of fucking you whenever
you wanted, of waking you up with blow jobs, of sitting there while I
let your disgusting hands play with my tits! And you make me think
it's been a month?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"

	"I am Marlos!" the wizard screamed. It was one of those shouts that
demanded respect, resonating with power and things even more
unnatural. Quite an impressive feat for a man with an enchanted bird
head.

	"I do not have to contend with this." It was true, he didn't. He
could have enslaved any number of women to be his sex slave. But the
allure of a woman who did it because she chose to, a woman that didn't
require sustained concentration to keep in mind, that had been too
powerful an opportunity to resist. Clara had been that woman.

	Cursed to be a wolf unless invaded by a cock, she had been keen on
the idea of a cure. Even if it meant leaving her true love to become
Marlos' sex slave for the duration of said cure's research.

	Things had been going so well that Marlos placed a spell on Clara so
that the past three years had blurred into only a couple months. For
three years he had a willing, if hesitant, sex slave. And it should
have remained so. Any proof that she had spent more than a year in his
service should have made her light headed an confused. Not angry.

	"Yes you do! I never agreed to three years! Six months! That's it! If
you couldn't find a cure you should have told me!"

	"I found it years ago you stupid woman. You stay here because I will
it!"

	"Give it to me!"

	"What?"

	"Give me the cure! I've wasted the past two years with you! Give me
the cure so I can leave."

	"You will not leave!"

	"Yes I will! If you think I'm getting anywhere near that disgusting
knob you call a cock any longer than I have to you're insane!"

	"You will not leave!"

	"Yes I am! I should have spent the last two years trying to get Peter
to forgive me, not wasting them here with you! If I've lost him
because of this I'm going to..."

	"You'll what?"

	Clara hesitated to answer. She was yelling at a wizard. A man who
could wipe continents out of existence if he wanted to. She hated him,
yes, but enough to risk dying? No.

	"Give me the cure."

	"No."

	"Then I'm leaving."

	"You have nowhere to go," Marlos called to her back. She was already
out of the room.

	"I'm going back to Peter."

	"He doesn't want you."

	"I'll try anyway."

	"He's already married."

	Clara stopped. It was as if the world had been pulled out from under
her.

	"You're lying."

	"Go see for yourself. He has married an Amazon, they have children."

	"You're lying." And she ran, and kept running all the way out the
castle. She ran all the way through the forest towards the house she
and Peter had shared. Peter's house.

	She ran and prayed to whatever deity would listen. Throughout her
stay at Marlos' castle Clara had always hoped that when everything was
done, and she was cured, that Peter could somehow find it in his heart
to forgive her. That she could recapture the glorious feeling they had
shared before.

	She knew it was more likely that he would have ended up hating her,
but she thought that maybe she could talk her way back into his heart.
Maybe he would see, maybe he would understand, maybe he would forgive
Clara for her betrayal.

	There had been more than a few times during her ordeal with Marlos
when she had considered just going back to Peter and beg his
forgiveness. But, Clara had reasoned, she had stayed so long, the cure
would be done in a few more months. And wouldn't Peter be more willing
to forgive her if she was uncursed?

	But that was when she thought she would only be away from Peter for a
few months. Years were something else entirely. After years you didn't
forgive because you wanted to improve your relationship, you forgave
because you didn't care anymore.

	She had spent more time with Marlos than she ever had with Peter. The
thought made her cry with anguish. It wasn't fair.

	When she had gotten close to Peter's house she stopped running. With
each step her heart beat faster. Millions of possibilities swam
through her head. Peter was married, Peter hated her, Peter was dead,
Peter was insane, Peter had forgotten her, Peter had moved.

	"Peter get back inside!"

	Clara froze, that was a woman's voice. Still that could mean
anything. Anything at all.

	"Okay hon."

	And that was Peter's voice. Still it could mean anything at all.

	"Hurry up, I still need to get pregnant."

	"Damn Aethis, we've been at it for the past year. Are you sure you
haven't been using birth control."

	"Why would I do that?"

	"So we can fuck for a longer time before your body gets all screwed
up by the pregnancy."

	"Yeah, well, maybe birth control pills."

	Anything at all, Clara told herself, stretching the limits of even
her denial. Really.

	"Damn it Aethis! Why do I feel like I'm the only one taking any
responsibilities in this marriage?"

	"I'm responsible for carrying the kid. Besides, I've been off the
pill for a month now. So get in here and fuck me."

	Clara began running, she wasn't sure where yet, but she had to get as
far away from that conversation as possible.

***

	After running for a week, a week of cloudy thinking and desperate
hope, Clara realized she wasn't turning into a wolf. She had been
cured. Marlos must have applied it sometime in the past three years.
It was what she had been searching for. Although the price had been
more expensive than she had bargained for.

***

	The witch didn't usually open her own door. That job was reserved for
her husband. Her scheming, adulterous, two-bit, jackass of a husband.
Their marriage had been fine, some might even say passionate until he
had schemed, after being seduced by their servant, to rob and leave
the witch.

	The witch, named Bollasa, magically preserved at the age of
twenty-nine with a body men would have killed for if she let them, had
discovered the plot against her. And being a very powerful witch, not
to mention a vindictive one, she cursed both her husband and the slut
of a servant. The girl had been turned into a wolf, and would remain
so except for when a cock invaded her body. (A devious plan, since
Clara, the girl's name, couldn't tell anyone what had happened to her
with a wolf's vocal chords and no man would voluntarily fuck a wolf,
except the very bottom of the ladder of humankind.) Bollasa's husband
had been made old, exceptionally old. The kind of old that makes old
people think, at least I'm not as old as him.

Bollasa only kept him around so he could do things like answer the
door. But his age, or magically induced age, had caught up with him
and he had died. And so on this summer day Bollasa, sole magic user in
the lost serf town of Lorit, was forced to open the door herself to
see who kept banging on it.

	And then she quickly slammed it shut.

	She pressed all her weight against the door, trying to keep it as
closed as possible, more out of a psychological belief than anything
else. She could have just magiced the door.

	A loud, fevered repetition of sound traveled through the door as
fists furiously knocked upon the wooden surface, as if doing so would
make it open. And a voice filled with pain, not physical pain but the
anguish of self pity and longing, was muffled by the wooden barrier
between it's source and Bollasa's ears.

	"Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what I did. I need your help.
Please. Please..."

	There was a pause, as if for the intake of breath a person needed
when they have been crying for too long. And suddenly the voice was a
lot calmer, but still as sad.

	"I'm sorry. I'll do anything you ask, but please help me. I can't go
on like this. I need him. God, I need him so badly."

	Bollasa opened the door to see the most pathetic creature she had
ever seen rolled into a ball on her doorstep. Clara collapsed at the
witch's feet and repeated her desires for forgiveness and help.

	Too intrigued to do what she knew was best, Bollasa helped Clara to a
seat in the kitchen and tried to calm the hysterical girl down with
some drugged tea. (Although she lived in a lost serf town, Bollasa was
still a powerful witch, with a damn impressive residence. She had
luxuries her neighbors didn't even know existed, like television,
running water, and food.)
	
***

	"Now let me see if I've got this straight, you agreed to be Marlos'
fuck toy and then expected Peter to take you back?"

	"Yes," Clara mumbled sadly.

	"You really haven't learned anything since I turned you into a wolf
have you? I would have thought you might learn something about human
nature, but no, you've gotten nothing."

	"I know."

	"It's sad really. Why would a nice boy like Peter take you back after
you betrayed him?"

	"I don't know, we loved each other."

	"So you left him."

	"Yes. No. I... I just wanted to be human again."

	"Well congratulations then."

	"But... but I don't have Peter."

	"Young lady there's an old saying, you can't eat your cake and have
it too. You made your choice, now you have to live with it."

	"But..."

	"No buts. Peter's a very simple boy. He's living happily now. I can't
let you spoil that."

	Clara looked at the witch through teary eyes. "What?"

	"The wedding was very small and very ritualistic. I'm told most
Amazon weddings are. You hurt Peter very much when you left, Aethis
has helped him overcome that. Your return would only cause him pain."

	"What are you talking..."

	And then Clara's world went black.

***

	When she awoke she was lying on the floor in the dark. She could feel
the cold linoleum against her naked flesh.

	"Bollasa?"

	There was no reply. As her vision cleared Clara could see that she
had been left alone in the kitchen. Now that she thought about it, the
tea had tasted funny. Clara had thought Bollasa had taken pity on her,
forgiven her for her past transgressions. It seemed now that such was
not the case.

	Bollasa walked in carrying some clothes, all shiny and black.

	"Bollasa? What happened?"

	The witch ignored Clara's cries and threw the clothes onto the floor
next to the naked woman.

	"Put these on," she commanded.

	Obeying, if for no other reason than to find out what was going on,
Clara began to put on the clothing. (There was an element of, don't
aggravate the woman who turned you into a wolf four years ago in case
she feels like doing it again, in her motivation as well, but that
goes without saying.)

	There wasn't any underwear so Clara had to let the silky material rub
against entire body. Her nipples grew hard from the constant
stimulation.

	It turned out to be a French Maid's uniform, complete with fishnets,
stiletto heels, and bonnet. The dress was so short that even the
slightest movement revealed Clara's naked cunt. It was like an
immodest version of what she had worn back when she was in Bollasa's
employ.

	Bollasa shoved a feather duster into Clara's hands.

	"Here, now go start on the library. You remember where that is don't
you?"

	Clara nodded.

	"Good."

As Clara tottered off, getting reacquainted to walking in heels,
Bollasa shouted after her, "I fucked Peter in that library once!"

	Clara continued on, not turning to let the witch see her cry. But
Bollasa knew, and it made her smile.

***

	Now see this is where I get involved. Me, the snow owl, remember me
you no-attention-span-having-mother-fuckers? Yeah, me. At this point I
know my girl Clara isn't going anywhere. If I don't intervene she's
going to spend the rest of her life cleaning witchee-poo's house and
licking her cunt.

	No, I can't have that. It's like I said, my girl's fate is to be with
her lover Peter.

	So it is, so it must be. I have great magic in my power, even the
magic of time.

	So Abra Kadabra mother fuckers.

***

	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 rap upon 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 tired voice said softly. 

	The door opened to reveal an young woman in.... Clara?! In a maid's
uniform?!

	"Clara?!"

	"Peter?!"

	Clara launched herself into his arms. It came as quite a shock to
him, since he assumed she was still at their house in the Forbidden
Woods. It didn't make any sense, when he had left she was still a
wolf, now she was human, and he didn't even have his dick in her. And
how had she gotten here before him? Yes, he had to make that detour to
drop Aethis off to the healer, but that had only been a short detour.
He hadn't seen her pass him.

	"Oh Peter, I love you."

	"I love you too, honey," he said, still confused.

	"I'm so sorry, I promise I'll make it up to you."

	"Make what up to me? How did you become human?"

	"Marlos, he tricked me. Please don't be mad, I know I made a mistake,
I'm sorry. Please take me back, I need you. I know that now."

	She was crying into his shoulder. Her words were backed by an intense
feeling, as though she meant them more than anything in her life.
Peter couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. It was like his entire life
had just been validated, to completely have the devotion of this woman
he loved more than life itself.

	"Um, okay."

	"Really?" Clara sobbed in relief.

	"Really. I love you Clara."

	"I love you. Now fuck me."

	"What?!"

	"I need to feel you again Peter. It's been so long. So damn long.
I've never forgotten the way you made me feel when we made love. Even
after three years of Marlos."

	"Three what?"

	"Shhh. Just fuck me."

	"I..."

	She kissed him. It felt like she was searching for something,
something she had lost a long time ago.

	And then she found it. The sight of Clara in a maid's uniform, a
highly erotic maid's uniform, coupled with the way she was rubbing her
hand over the bulge in his pants, had gotten Peter hard as a rock.

	Her lips still over Peter's, Clara moaned. Her hands quickly
unfastened his pants and yanked on them until they fell to the ground.
She had caught his underwear so that he was now naked from the waist
down.

	Clara pulled away from him and lowered herself to the ground. She
leaned back, allowing the folds of her skirt to ride up to her waist,
revealing her inviting cunt, moist and ready.

	"Give it to me Peter, please."

	Peter knelt between her legs and guided his cock into her. He could
feel his cock being enveloped by the fleshy folds of her cunt. It had
been weeks since they had last fucked but something seemed different.
He didn't want to say anything but...

	"Clara?"

	"Oh god! Yes! It's just like I remember."

	"Clara!"

	"What is it darling?"

	"Um... Are you looser?"

	Clara began to cry again and Peter instantly regretted saying it.

	"I'm sorry!" he shouted.

	"No, I'm sorry. But please, one last time, so I can remember you. I
want you to be my last fuck, not that damned Marlos."

	"Marlos fucked you?!" Peter blurted out.

	"Yes. I'm sorry."

	"No, no, it's not your fault. Did he force himself on you?"

	"No. I... I agreed to do it. It wasn't the same though, not like you.
I love you! I only love you! I'm sorry. I thought it would be okay, if
only to be human. But I can't go on without you."

	Peter leaned over, so that he was right on top of her, their faces
only inches apart. Her eyes were shut tight and tears were streaming
down the side of her face, but he gently kissed her lips and they
opened, shocked to see him so close to her.

	"It's okay, Clara. Just promise to always be with me."

	"I promise," she whispered.

	"Good. Now do you still want to fuck?"

	"Yes please."

	"Okay."

	He got back up to a kneeling position between her legs and rocked his
body, pistoning his cock into her cunt until he came. When he was done
he fell down next to her, both their bodies lying halfway in the
house. They smiled at each other, a man finally with the woman he
loved and a woman who finally realized how much she needed him. A
woman who would do whatever it took to hold onto him this time around.

***

	See! See! I told you, didn't I? They were meant to be together!
Destiny! There's nothing that arrogant barn owl can do about it! As
far as history is concerned that stupid happy ending of his didn't
take place, it can't take place. The hermit isn't going to save the
Amazon bitch's life, never going to settle down, never going to
realize that he loves her. As far as he's concerned he's a one woman
man, and that woman is my wolf-girl.

	Now I can finally do what I wanted with those two, namely make them
have kids. I think they'll have their father's eyes. This is going to
be so cool.

***

	Time travel? That little idiot used time travel? He's a bigger screw
up than I thought! He thinks he's clever? He's not the most powerful
magician on this planet! I am!

***

	"What is it?" Aethis asked. 

	Peter held up a blue vial.

	"I don't know. Bollasa gave it to me when Clara left. It's supposed
to do something, but damned if I know what."

	"Weird," Aethis said. "Why are you showing it to me now?"

	They were both lying in bed naked. They had just made love and they
were giving the sperm time to travel to her uterus before they sent in
the second wave. Some sperm dribbled down the side of her leg from her
overflowing cunt but plenty of it was in her. She could feel it.

	"You know, I'm not sure," Peter said.

	It shattered, spilling trace amounts of its blue contents onto both
their bare bodies.

	And then time shifted.

***

	Aethis closed her eyes and felt a hand rub her clitoris.

	"Hmmm, Peter, that feels good."

	"You must forget this Peter," a woman's voice said flatly.

	Aethis eyes shot open. She was back at the clinic, one of the Amazon
healers was rubbing her cunt, trying to make her forget her trauma.
But she had already done this, she had already been cured.

	"Get off me!" she shouted in protest. She tried to sit up but her
body was tied down with rope.

	"Your ordeal was great. But in time you will forget it."

	"No! I'm over it already! Let me go!"

	"The healing process takes time."

	"I've had time! I'm better now!"

	"Nonsense, you've only been here a day."

	"That's impos... Ooo!"

	The healer's knowing hands had hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Aethis could feel it something build in her, something great. But she
had just been with Peter, how could she be back here. She had already
been here. She had been treated, cured.

	But the healer's hands were caressing her cunt. The healer's fingers
were tickling her moistened flesh, teasing her sensitive folds.
Until.. until...

	"Aaaa! Yes!" Aethis shouted as a wave of orgasmic bliss washed
coursed through her body.

	The healer's fingers continued, unrelenting, pushing Aethis towards
another orgasm.

	It wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to be here, she was supposed to
be with her husband. He should be sending her to flights of
unparalleled pleasure, not this blonde bimbo.

	Aethis could do nothing as the blonde's nimble fingers forced her to
orgasm again. She knew what would happen, after climaxing many more
times she her mind would become dulled, more malleable, and then the
healer would begin to suggest things, just like last time.

	Things like, you don't need that Peter. If you never see him again it
will be okay. Your sisters can provide you with all the pleasure you
will ever need.

	Then the healer would start licking Aethis' body all over, coming to
an end at her cunt, where Aethis would be made to climax many more
times.

	But she couldn't let that happen, not this time. She had to get back
to Peter. She couldn't forget him, never. She would never forget him.

	"No!"

	"Yes, don't I make you feel good? Don't you like the way my fingers
can bring you to pleasure."

	Aethis did like it. She could feel the great waves of pleasure
building up again, ready to be released, being held back only by the
slightest of barriers, waiting for the next tickle, the next brush of
flesh against flesh.

	"No! My husband is better."

	And then Aethis felt the barrage of stimulation stop. She sighed in
relief, even though she was denied release.

	"Husband?" the healer asked.

***

	Peter opened his eyes and found himself lying next to Clara. For some
reason she was wearing a maid's uniform. Peter's heart leapt. Clara?
Here? Bollasa had told him that she was still busy being Marlos
"assistant".

	Regardless, she was lying next to him now. His heart ached to see her
again. She was just as beautiful as he remembered. Her hair seemed a
little longer and from the way his cock felt in her cunt he guessed
she was looser. Marlos must have fucked her a lot in the past three
years.

	Wait, Peter's cock was buried in Clara's cock? Peter almost jumped up
of the floor, afraid that Aethis might catch him. But the feeling of
being inside of Clara's cunt again was so good.

	Clara looked at peace. Peter was glad, back when they had been
together she had always seemed so troubled, only able to be at peace
after they had fucked, secure in the knowledge that someone in the
world thought of her as wonderful even if she couldn't believe it.

	Wait, wouldn't that mean that they had... Yes, that would explain his
cock being in her body. Man, Aethis was going to have a fit. Until
then, though, he was just going to enjoy seeing Clara one last time.

	She must have sensed his intense staring. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Peter?"

	"Um, hi."

	"I'm so glad you've forgiven me."

	"Forgiven you? For what?"

	"For leaving you, for going with Marlos. It was the biggest mistake I
ever made."

	"Yeah, sure, no problem. I guess it's okay. I mean, I can understand
why you did it."

	"No, it wasn't worth it. Not if it meant losing you. I promise, I
won't make that mistake again, ever. Nothing is worth losing you
twice."

	Peter didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Then again, he
wasn't sure how he had ended up here, in what seemed to be the
afterglow of sex with Clara. Come to think of it, where was here? It
looked a lot like Bollasa's house.

	"Did I... What happ... Look, Clara, how did I get here?"

	"Huh?"

	"Last thing I remember was lying in bed with Aethis, so how did I end
up here?"

	"Who's Aethis?"

	"My wife."

	"No! You left her!"

	"What?! When?!"

	"You must have!" Clara screamed desperately. "You came to me, you
promised me we would always be together!"

	"When?!"

	"Just before we fucked!"

	"But I don't remember it!"

	"You have to! You can't leave me! I need you!"

	"I'm sorry, but I'm marrie..."

	"Nooooo! Don't say that. I need you, I can't go on without you.
Please! Please!"

	Clara kept on pleading. Peter didn't know what to do, he hated seeing
her like this, he wanted to help her. But what she was asking for, he
couldn't possibly. Not when he was still married to Aethis. They were
planning to have kids soon! He was trying to get her pregnant, so how
could he possibly stay with Clara?

***

	No fucker! No one messes with Abraxas, snow owl above snow owls! I
will win!

***

	"You are deeper in denial than I first thought," said the healer. She
pulled one of her healing instruments from the tray, the extra large
black dildo.

	"No, I'm married! We're going to have children."

	"The man who dropped you off said you had become delusional, enamored
with him. We will change that, won't we."

	"No! I'll never stop loving him!"

	"We shall see."

	The healer lined the black monstrosity in line with Aethis' already
wet cunt and shoved.

	Aethis screamed as the large latex cock impaled her. It filled her,
in ways even Peter couldn't. She could feel it invading her, probing
her, pushing against the lining of her body, forcing her wet, sticky
insides to scrape against it.

	She could feel it moving, in, out, in, out, seeming to pulse and
shake. She shivered as it rubbed her insides ever so gently and yet so
forcibly. It pushed her towards another orgasm, towards forgetfulness.

***

	"It's okay," Peter said soothingly. He couldn't bear to see Clara in
such pain. He touched her shoulder, feeling the firmness of her body
beneath her silky uniform. His fingers snaked under the fabric,
feeling her flesh beneath his.

	He had forgotten how she felt. 

	"Peter?" she whispered hopefully. 

	He looked at her. She was vulnerable, just like when he first met
her. She had been his damsel in distress, the princess from the story
book, meant just for him. True she had been with Marlos, but she
wanted him now.

	Needed him.

	"Please," she said, latching onto his body, holding him tightly. "I'm
sorry. I never should have left you. Even if it meant staying as a
wolf, I could never be happy without you. Take me with you, even if
you stay married to that woman, take me with you. I'll be your
mistress, your concubine, your whore, just let me stay with you."

	Peter couldn't stand it anymore. He loved her, he knew he did. He
always had. He couldn't stand to see her degrade herself for him. Not
for him.

	"Stop it," he said. 

	She pulled away crestfallen.

	"No, stop saying such things. I love you. I'll never let you do such
horrible things. I promised you that we would be together forever, and
we will."

	Clara's maid's uniform vanished, as if by magic. Her entire body was
naked. For the first time in years Peter saw her breasts, her
beautiful, prefect, breasts.

	His cock got hard again. It grew while still in her cunt, and she
gasped at a feeling she hadn't felt in years. They both knew when it
happened there was only one thing to do. She rolled him on his back
and began to ride his cock.

***

What? Her dress vanished? Can that bastard be any more obvious? Fine!
Two can play that game.

***

	Aethis wished that she was with Peter. Even as the large invader
forced her to climax for the tenth time, she wished she was with
Peter. As the waves of bliss passed through her exhausted body yet
again, causing her to scream and groan with unequaled pleasure, her
body shimmered and then disappeared.

	The dildo that had been fucking her had turned into a magical dildo,
capable of granting the user's wish upon orgasm. It had magically
appeared from when it last vanished, after being used to wish an
Amazon into a cannibal tribe's prison.

	Aethis found herself standing in the doorway of a house where a woman
was enthusiastically fucking a man. She rode his cock like she knew
what she was doing, obviously over experienced in such matters.

	She didn't know the woman, but the man... it was Peter! 

	Peter was cheating on her? Impossible, obviously he had succumbed to
the same thing Aethis had, transported to a moment in his past.

	Still, that meant he still had memories of their marriage, which
meant...

	Aethis grabbed the woman on her husband's cock and threw her off him.
The surprised woman shouted in protest but was no match of the
Amazon's strength.

	Peter looked up.

	"Aethis?"

	"Peter, we're married, right?"

	"Right."

	"Good, then why are you letting your cock be wasted like that when we
both know it belongs to me?"

	She lowered herself onto his hard cock. His member was already coated
in that other woman's juices so lubrication wasn't a problem. Aethis
simply slid the cock into her cunt and began to bounce, letting the
memories of the black abomination be forgotten in the face of her
husband's glorious manhood.

***

	Magic dildo? Oh come on! 

***

	Clara pulled herself onto her hands and knees and launched herself at
the strange woman. She caught the newcomer in the midsection while she
was in mid-thrust, knocking her backward, but more importantly, off of
Peter's cock.

	Clara herself landed on Peter's torso, in just the right position to
lower her mouth onto his cock and suck. She could taste the stranger's
juices on his cock, but soon she had licked those off so all she was
tasting was pure cock.

	She could feel Peter's tongue gently flicker over her cunt,
experimenting. Soon it was lapping at her woman hood, leaving them in
a happy 69.

***

	I think not!

***

	Aethis stood up to see her husband engaged in a 69 with the other
woman. She grabbed the bitch's hair and pulled up, forcing Peter's
cock out of the bitch's sucking mouth with a pop.

	Peter groaned.

	"Ow!" the bitch screamed. "Let go! Peter, help me!"

	"Peter, don't you move!" Aethis shouted. "Let me take care of this
home wrecker and then we can go home and fuck!"

	"Peter! Please! You promised! Don't leave me!"

	"Don't listen to her, you swore to always stay with me."

	"Please! I can't lose you!"

	"I'm not letting you leave me alone!"

	"Not again!" they both screamed.

	Peter stared at them uncertain what to do.

***

	My name is... Actually I have no name. No one ever addresses me. You
may call me Peter. I am not the same Peter that was once living with
the girl that turned into a wold. I am not the same Peter that married
an Amazon bandit. I am a house.

	The one you know as Peter lives within me. As have his parents, his
grandparents and so on. I have come to identify with Peter. It was
while he lived within me that I became alive, or so you might term it.
I believe I was always alive, having the life force of many trees
within me, having families live within me.

	My time on this earth is short. All life is. But while I am here I
wish the best for those who live within me. Especially for Peter, he
that took care of me, he that loved me, he I have come to love as a
house is meant to love his families.

	I am his house. My magic is great. And I will have him happy.

***

	"I love you," Peter said. "Both of you."

	The two women looked at each other, jealousy and anger coursing
through their eyes.

	"Why must I choose?"

	Surprised, neither woman said anything, looking to Peter to clarify. 

	"I-I can't choose. I don't want to choose. I don't want to lose
either of you."

	Emotionally spent, Peter broke down and cried. Clara and Aethis went
to him, neither pushing the other out of the way, and both held him.
He held them both in turn and no one let go for a long time.

***

	Peter was in heaven. Clara and Aethis were giving him a blow job,
each woman engulfing a side of his cock in his mouth. If he looked
down it looked like they were kissing with his cock caught in the
middle. When they got to the tip they would switch off engulfing his
cock head. They had the rhythm down pat. They had a lot of practice.

	Both of them were pregnant. Aethis was further along than Clara. The
Amazon had an obligation to get pregnant, Clara simply waited until it
happened. There had been some harsh negotiations about that, Aethis
had insisted that she needed to fuck Peter alone some times to ensure
pregnancy. Clara demanded at least two fucks alone with Peter for
every one Aethis had demanded. It took some debating, but finally they
had come to an agreement.

	Even so, the most popular form of sex in the house was the threesome.
They had come up with some creative threesomes: two girls on a guy,
guy and a girl on a girl, one guy switching between girls, a guy on a
girl on another girl. Then there was some stuff with role playing.
Their favorite one was when Peter pretended to be the football player
and Aethis and Clara pretended to be cheerleaders, although the one
where Peter was a scientist and the girls were his test subjects was
fast becoming a favorite as well.

	Through it all they were happy. They had their trials, but together
it was nothing they couldn't overcome.

	Outside two owls watched the many sexual escapades that would occur
in the house. Although they tried at times, despite their great power,
neither could seem to find a way inside. So they had to be content to
sit and watch their pets frolic from afar.

END

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