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A Humble Shrios Fancomic
Sometimes I wish Shepard and Thane had been given the opportunity to reconnect outside the hospital corridor, so some things could have been said in person, not by posthumous video message.
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VOTE FOR MORNING GLORY MILKING FARM
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Male dremora x female character - Part Two (sfw)
Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere.
Wow, ok, so this… this is a LONG chapter. I could have broken it up, but I didn’t see the point in making you wait when I’ve already written it, and people were nice enough to be enthusiastic about it when I said it was nearly ready, so… here’s my 7k thank you to you specifically. I also could have spent more energy on editing it, but it’s midnight now and I’m off to bed. :)
Please mind the content warnings in case any of it is an issue for you, but it’s not particularly graphic/severe. Standard ‘Skyrim dungeon’ stuff I guess? (his dagger looks like this, for anyone who’s not played the game)
Content: Alys debates the ethics of being attracted to a dremora that she’s technically bound to her will, mention of necromancy and raising the dead, combat/violence, off-screen killing of a human character, on-screen killing of a non-human character, blood (but not loads), and magical compulsion. Words: 7096
Part One: Alys escaped a keep in the mountains where she’d been kidnapped and held as fuel for some kind of ritual, in the process summoning a dremora (essentially a demon) who saved her life, and afterwards took her to a nearby cave where he left her to recover while he hunted for some food.
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In the silence of the deserted cave, Alys turned the dremora’s dagger over and over between her fingers and watched it glint in the firelight. The jagged, fang-shaped blade was a thing of wicked beauty, and it thrummed with magic. She wondered what the enchantment on it was, but decided not to test it by nicking her thumb on the edge. She didn’t fancy soul trapping herself by accident.
The edge was unnervingly sharp, and the balance of it when she slid her fingers around the grip was perfect. In her hands it looked too big and unwieldy for a dagger, no matter how well balanced it was by the curved pommel and solid grip, and her mind drifted to the greatsword that the dremora had carried on his back, which was probably taller than she was. She wasn’t exactly short, but then again, any human would look short next to a seven foot dremora’s deadly blade, let alone the dremora himself.
“I can’t believe your master doesn’t have a name,” she murmured to the dagger as she sat back down beside the fire and stared at the dancing flames, his blade resting innocently beside her on the bare rock. She sat there a long time, pondering it. How did that mean he thought of himself if he wasn’t seen as an individual by his own kind? Higher-ranking dremora — what he had called a Markynaz — did appear to have names, but the one she had bound was apparently too low ranking to warrant the honour of a name.
The idea of calling him ‘dremora’ for the rest of their time together grated. Then again, why was she still keeping him around anyway? He’d fulfilled the purpose for which he’d been summoned. The road back to Falkreath’s was a long one though, and it was strangely comforting to think that he could be beside her the whole way. Entering towns might prove difficult though; guards would attack a dremora on sight, regardless whether they were bound or not.
While she mulled it all over, breezes scudded in periodically from the snowy afternoon beyond the cave mouth, and the fire guttered as though the flames were shivering. She certainly was. The black, dirty, stolen robes that now swathed her were hardly the cosiest, and although the enchantment he’d laid into the weave was doing its job and keeping off the very worst of the cold, she would have welcomed a fur-lined jacket and some thick trousers and boots. Her feet were still bare after all, though she was sitting with her lower body wrapped in the sheepskin bedroll again.
“I’m going to have to go back,” she whispered. All her belongings had been taken when they’d seized her on the road south of Winterhold. Without warning, she’d been hit with a paralysis spell and bundled into a cart that had rumbled along the road for almost a day. She’d been barely conscious when it had halted in the courtyard of a tumbledown keep somewhere in the mountains that girdled the Pale. Everything after that had been a blur, and she burned with furious indignation at the thought of the mages and their minions pawing through her things and perhaps pocketing her small coin purse.
Before an hour had passed, the sound of footsteps outside set her twitching for the dagger. A solitary spike of fear shot through her before the dremora scuffed into view through the snow and smiled sheepishly.
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can y’all just… like or reblog if y’all are polyam-safe blogs
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The Assassins & the Sex Cult
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This story takes place in a familiar setting, a village where a sex cult resides. The villagers are trying to live their lives, but not everyone agrees with their methods. two assassins attempt to sneak into the village, but they end up getting caught in the life of the villagers and their lovely leader, Reverence.
Male & Female Main Character x Multiple Monsters/Humans
Grown up between mountains and rugged cliffs, the remote village was almost hidden from the world. Those who knew about it either stayed away due to the rumors, or wandered closed out of curiosity. Those lucky enough to stumble upon it by chance rarely left. Two such souls found the village when they were tracking down a necromancer for a bounty. They had been waiting at the edge, hidden in the forest for the past couple of days, studying the ins and outs of the daily life of the village. “This place seems strange, Dio. Something isn’t right,” the larger of the two murmured.
The smaller one, Dio, came down from a perch, setting aside their spyglass as they reached into their bag. “We don’t need to worry about it, Demi. All we need is the necromancer. Once we have him we don’t have to worry about this place ever again.”
Demi furrowed his brow. “I’m not so sure.”
“We’ll strike tonight, and slip into his home once all the lights are out. We’ll take him back and keep him alive as long as we can,” Dio sniffed.
Demi watched them, then turned his gaze back upon the village. “I hope that’s all it is. I really do.”
Dio approached him, pressing close to his body and sliding their hand down his side. “We even have time before dusk arrives.”
Demi cleared his throat. “Do you… do you really want to right now?”
“I think it would be a shame if we didn’t.” Dio dropped to their knees. “Don’t you?”
Demi braced against the tree behind him, smiling as Dio pulled down his pants. They moved the scarf away from their mouth and placed it on the amethyst-colored shaft that fell against Demi’s thigh. “Dio,” Demi breathed softly. “Please be gentle with your teeth this time.” He pulled off his hood, revealing his tiefling features.
“Put that back on,” Dio hissed. “We can’t be seen.” They took Demi’s cock into their mouth.
“It gets hot,” Demi moaned.
They waited for the final light in the village to be snuffed out. Once everything was quiet and dark, Dio and Demi stalked along narrow alleys between houses, keeping quiet until they reached their targeted house. Dio went inside while Demi kept watch at the door.
The bedroom door was wide open, and from inside the gentle sound of sleeping breath could be heard. Dio entered, grabbing the neck of the person in bed and placing a blade near their jaw. “Get up, necromancer. The quieter and more willing you are, the less likely anyone you care about will die.” Dio pulled back the blanket. “Now, get…”
Before another word could be spoken, a laugh filled the room. “You think you can come into my village, my home, and take one of my beloved?” It was a woman’s voice, husky and seductive.
Dio pulled back, preparing their blade to fight if need be. The woman rose from the bed, standing much taller than Dio would have ever expected. Candles flickered on in the room, illuminating a number of other figures in the room.
“I recognize your kind,” the woman said. Her skin was blue, and she had horns jutting from a face covered in eyes, all pointed at them. “Assassins, both of you, right?”
Dio froze, realizing someone must have already gotten to Demi. “How did you know about us?”
The woman smirked, curling her fingers around her chin. “It wasn’t hard.” She took a step towards Dio, and the others in the room followed her. “My Ebert is important here. I do not wish to have him taken.”
Dio tried to attack, but the woman was much faster. Dio was pressed against the wall, the woman’s hand wrapped around their neck. The woman ripped the coverings from Dio’s face, and was surprised. “What a beautiful Tiefling you are,” she cooed. “A fine young woman as well.”
“Let go of me, you freak!” Dio hissed.
The woman’s grip tightened and slammed Dio against the wall. “You will refer to me as Reverence, or ‘my lady’ if you wish to remain obstinate.”
Dio twisted and kicked, but some of the others in the room came around, taking hold of her arms and tying them behind her back. “What are you going to do to me?” Dio snarled. “Where is Demi? What did you do to him?”
“Your friend agreed to talk to us in exchange for leniency. He will be watched and held in a comfortable living space.” Reverence looked Dio up and down, a small smirk appearing on her fine lips. “You can have the same offer if…”
“Fuck you!” Dio snarled. “Try and hold me if you’d like! I won’t talk! I won’t abandon my cause!”
Reverence’s eyes rolled. “Very well, then. Take her to the cells.”
Dio was carted off, kicking and screaming her ire to the whole village. She was taken to an underground cell, and after being thoroughly searched, the guards decided to take her clothes, finding far too many weapons hidden throughout the garment. She was given new clothes, which she refused to change into. She wasn’t about to dress in whatever they gave her. Once the cell was locked her mind was ticking away, plotting her escape. She’d escaped from worse before. She could easily get out of here.
Reverence came into the cell, and Dio was prepared for an argument. Demi was usually the one who handled that, but since he had given up, Dio was ready to take it on. “My goodness,” Reverence beamed as she looked at Dio. “Did my guards not give you anything to wear?”
“They took my clothes and gave me some others. But I refuse to wear any garments of yours!” Dio snapped.
“Well, then, let me help you feel more comfortable.” Reverence removed the sash around her waist and dropped her robe to the ground. Dio stared in shock, quickly looking away but then looking back so she wouldn’t appear weak. “If you enjoy your body, then you fit in well with us, young lady.”
Dio scowled. “You really are a freak.”
Reverence came closer to the bars. “Careful now, lovely one. All you’re doing is making me want to change your mind in various ways.” She licked her lips, then let out a soft chuckle that was more appealing than Dio expected.
Dio grimaced at her. “What are you?”
“You don’t deserve to know me as it stands. And you interrupted my plans with Faidan tonight.” Reverence stepped aside to the guard standing by the door, and wrapped her arms around the muscular minotaur. “So I’m a little more than frustrated with you.”
“Continue your plans. I don’t care.” Dio broke into a grin. “I’ll have escaped from here and rescued Demi in no time!”
Reverence smirked back at her. “Is he important to you?”
“He’s…” Dio hesitated to give anything away. “It’s my fault we were captured. It’s my responsibility to save us.”
Reverence knelt down before the minotaur, undid his belt and pulled his pants down. “You seemed to enjoy kneeling before Demi.”
Dio bristled. “You saw that?”
Reverence smirked at Dio one last time before her mouth moved around the minotaur’s cock, much the same way Dio used to sweetly treat Demi’s.
“Your point?” Dio tried to remain calm. She was equal parts revolted and aroused by the scene before her, but she wasn’t going to look away. That would be admitting defeat. “You want me to stop calling you a freak, then stop acting like…”
Faidan, the minotaur, moaned loudly and erotically from Reverence’s efforts, and the sound of it coursed through Dio’s blood. Reverence’s dark lipstick left marks on Faidan’s cock, shocking Dio with how much she could take. Reverence chuckled, turning around and smirking towards Dio. “You don’t mind, do you?”
Dio wiped the startled expression off her face and scowled again, crossing her arms against her small chest. “Please. I’ve seen worse!”
Reverence took hold of the bars of the cell, bending over and facing Dio. Behind her, Faiden took hold of her hips. Dio narrowed her eyes, glaring at Reverence as her expression melted in satisfaction. “You won’t get to me,” Dio growled quietly. “You think this bothers me? I worked in a brothel before this, poisoning men I was paid to kill. This is nothing to me. Sex is a means to an end.”
Reverence and Faidan moaned and groaned together, and Reverence’s grin grew wider as Faidan thrust inside her. “Then you understand its importance,” she sighed.
Dio scoffed. “Everyone does it.”
“But do they do it properly?” Reverence moaned. “Here I teach that love, sex, and joy can all come together.” Her dreamy smile became a smirk. “We all come together.”
Dio sneered, watching as Faiden’s seed splattered onto the floor. His cock was glossy as he pulled out. Reverence stood and sighed with relief. “You can join us next time, if you’d like.”
Dio’s lip curled up over her sharp teeth. “You won’t win me over.”
Reverence picked up her robes and smiled. “Have a good night, Dio.” She left, and some of the candles snuffed out.
Come morning, Dio was woken as Faidan traded places with another guard. Not long after, Reverence returned with a tray, along with the necromancer Dio had been hunting. Dio sat up with her blanket wrapped around herself. “Oh god, what now?” she grumbled, rubbing her forehead.
The new guard unlocked the door and Reverence came inside. “I’ve brought you breakfast.” She placed the warm tray in Dio’s lap. “And my darling Ebert had a few questions for you.”
“I’m not talking!” Dio snapped. “You can ask all you want but I am not going to talk about my mission!”
Ebert’s thick brows narrowed. “Your friend already has.”
Dio sneered. “You think I’m gonna buy that?”
“Eat first. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.” Reverence pointed to the tray. “There’s some fresh eggs and bacon. And we had a wonderful raspberry crop this year, so there are some fresh ones as well as some jam on your toast.”
At first, Dio wanted to toss the tray at the wall. But the longer she looked at the food in front of her, the more her stomach growled. She’d not eaten a good meal since she left with Demi to come here, mostly jerky and bread. “You won’t win me over with berries.” Dio picked one of the raspberries up and smashed it between her fingers. “I’m not that simple-minded. Demi talked because he’d been suffering exhaustion and insomnia. That is why I did the… kneeling before him so often.”
Reverence smiled. “How very kind.”
“Who’s paying you to kill me?” Evert butted in. “That’s all I want to know.”
“Everyone wants necromancers dead. You’re not special,” Dio taunted, licking the raspberry from her fingers.
“But who specifically was offering you the money?” Ebert insisted.
“Calm down, darling,” Reverence cooed. “We have time to find that out. For all their employers know, they are still out on their mission.”
Dio nibbled at the bacon, but soon she was shoving it into her face greedily. She looked up when it became quiet, and quickly lowered her hand from over her mouth. “You can go. I’m not saying anything.”
“Just know one thing. Even if you did get to me, you would have died before you even left my home. My family would have taken you down. Be grateful that Reverence gave you mercy. There are others who would be less forgiving.” Ebert left the cell, moving calmly towards the stairs.
“He’s not wrong,” Reverence murmured. “Had I not intervened…”
“I don’t care!” Dio snapped. “A capture is a capture, and that’s very offensive to me! You won’t be in any of my graces anytime soon, whether good or between my thighs.”
Reverence’s smile became coy, and she licked her lips seductively. “I’d be happy for either. But please, enjoy your food.” She stood and left the cell, locking it behind her. “I’ll come by later today, just to chat.”
Dio stuck her tongue out at Reverence as she left, turning back to the food and licking the plate when she was done. Later in the evening, Reverence arrived with the new guard. She brought Dio’s dinner with her, sitting down while Dio ate. “You’re such a beauty,” Reverence marveled. “Such lovely ruby skin, such fine hair. But what happened to your horns?”
Dio’s mouth was full of food, which she was grateful for. She didn’t have to speak if she was eating.
“Such a shame. They looked almost filed down to the nub.” Reverence’s gaze was sympathetic. “Did you do it yourself, or was it forced upon you?”
Dio glared at her.
“Your friend has been doing quite well. He’s asked about you, but he’s also been apologetic for you as well.” Her smile seemed to be hiding a laugh.
“Shut up,” Dio snarled.
Reverence sighed. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Dio. I’m trying to help you. I don’t want to send back a killer. I don’t agree with that sort of lifestyle.”
“And what lifestyle do you agree with? Fucking all day?”
Reverence shrugged. “Not all day.”
Dio stuck out her black tongue. “I don’t need help!”
“But they’ll kill you if you come back empty-handed,” Reverence said sadly. “At least, that’s what Ebert predicted.”
A chill went down Dio’s spine. “What makes you think that?”
“Ebert can only make an assumption about who is paying you, and who he assumes isn’t good. He said failure is never an option with them. So it’s your call. You can stay here if you like, and lead a happy life in this village, or be released and find your death much sooner.”
“You can’t scare me! I see right through you!” Dio stood up. “Do you think you’re the first to try and dissuade me? To earn their lives back? Guess again, lady!”
“I don’t need to talk myself out of anything. I’m not in anything. You are.” Reverence pointed to Dio. “You’re the one with a noose around your neck, not me, not Ebert. Just you, Dio.” She stood up as well. “Now, if you don’t mind…”
Dio sneered up at her. “What? Are you gonna fuck this guard too?”
Reverence just smiled. She walked over to the guard, and the woman knelt and lifted open Reverence’s robes to reveal a penis with tentacles around it. Dio continued to try and eat her meal, but she was distracted by the sounds of moans coming from both women. Reverence had the woman against the wall, thrusting deep inside her. Dio wasn’t going to be bothered by this, but an ache had begun to grow inside. Still, she wouldn’t allow Reverence to get to her.
Over the next few days, this routine continued. Reverence brought Dio her meals and chatted. In the evening the chats were longer and more in-depth, until Reverence and the guard on duty went at each other. Each day was a little less defiant than the day before. She wouldn’t admit it, but Reverence and the guards’ displays of pleasure were wearing her down. After three days the itch in her was a dull ache, at four it was a throb, and at six days she could feel the need dripping down her thigh.
After a week in the cell, Dio was beginning to feel agitated when Reverence came to Dio in the morning. “Good morning.” She set down Dio’s breakfast. “Did you sleep well?”
“No,” Dio muttered.
Reverence looked at her sympathetically. “I am sorry to hear that, darling. What was wrong? Bad dreams?”
Dio shook her head. “Like you care.”
Reverence smiled. “I actually do. Perhaps some fresh air and sunshine will do you justice. Maybe even a relaxing bath.”
Dio frowned, but her tail perked up, giving her away.
“Put on those clothes,” Reverence offered. “And let me walk you through the village to the baths.”
“I don’t…” Dio hesitated.
“Perhaps, once you find some relief, you can rest tonight.” Reverence offered her hand. “That is the problem, right?”
Dio didn’t take Reverence’s hand, but she did stand up and get dressed. The two left the cell, followed by the guard. Outside, Dio squinted, blinded by the brightness after not having seen the sun in a week. The fresh air felt nice, and she took a long, deep breath.
Reverence put her hand on Dio’s back. “This way, darling.” She led Dio through town to a stone building against a rocky cliffside, similar to a building Dio had seen towards the village entrance. Inside there was steam and the sound of water splashing around several pools of hot water, some already occupied by people.
“Our bathhouse is open to everyone.” Reverence took off her robe and hung it on the wall. “So don’t worry about those around you. But if you are, the family bath house is always open.”
“I’m not surprised by public bathhouses.” Dio stripped, letting the clothes fall onto the floor. She stepped into one of the steaming pools and forced herself not to moan from the pleasure of the heat. Reverence stepped into the water beside her, sitting close enough their thighs touched. Dio frowned, but didn’t move. She dunked herself under the water and came up gasping. “Better?” Reverence giggled.
“Sure,” Dio scoffed. “I still don’t give a shit how nice you are to me.” She leaned back in the pool, glaring around. In the steam she saw a small group bundled together, writhing and moaning. Not far from them, a couple were out of the water and fornicating on the stones.
“I just love how close everyone here is.” Reverence placed her arm around Dio. “It’s so comfortable here, no matter what.”
Dio watched Reverence’s hand on her shoulder. Reverence hadn’t touched her while she was in the cell, but outside it she seemed to be taking liberties. “Sure,” Dio huffed, unmoved.
Reverence smiled. “You are strong-willed, aren’t you?”
Dio’s eyes were focused upon the couple. The man was driving into the woman, and her voice was growing louder and louder, her face contorted in pleasure. The man’s deep moans made Dio’s loins ache.
“But you still have desires, don’t you?” Reverence’s hand wrapped around Dio’s chin and turned her to look up. “I can smell it.”
Dio glanced away.
“Let me help you,” Reverence murmured. “I’ll find you relief, however you want it.” She dipped down, kissing Dio’s soft lips.
Dio tried to push, but her palm sunk into Reverence’s soft breast and she gave in. Her black tongue met with Reverence’s, and saliva dripped down her chin. It felt so good to touch another body. “Don’t think this means anything,” Dio puffed as their lips parted.
“You’re adorable.” Reverence picked Dio up, setting her on the stone out of the water. She spread Dio’s thighs, peering between at the burgundy lips that peeked out from her soft mound. “And a delicacy.”
“Shut up,” Dio huffed.
Reverence went in, burying her head between Dio’s thighs. Her tongue touched first, making Dio bite her lip. Then her fingers slipped in, causing Dio’s eyes to roll back and her mouth open. Reverence’s skill had her panting and moaning, and Dio’s thighs spread open more, her hips bucking against Revenan’s face. Even with all that, she still couldn’t get enough.
“I think you’re ready.” Reverence stood from the water, her cock hard and throbbing. The way it angled it almost looked like it was pointed right for Dio. “This cute little slit is about to be marked by me.” The tentacles around the base wrapped around the shaft, making it thicker. Dio watched, almost worried it would be too much for her. “You’ve got this,” Reverence purred. “You can take me. I know you can.”
The glans slid over Dio’s clit then ease into her throbbing, wet channel. Dio whimpered, biting her lip hard as Reverence moved in deeper. Reverence laughed in triumph while Dio gasped in elation. This was just what she needed. She reached up, touching whatever of Reverence she would reach. “Give it all! Give it all!”
“Don’t worry, darling.” Reverence placed her hand around Dio’s throat gently. “You’ll take all of me. Every inch…” She thrust hard and pulled out slowly. “Every drop!” She thrust hard again, this time making Dio squeal. “I can’t wait to see you dripping with me.” Another hard, directed thrust. “This sweet quim deserves to be treated to every orgasam it can take.”
“Oh, gods,” Dio wailed. “Give it to me!”
Reverence grinned. “No.”
Dio looked shocked through her arousal. “What?”
Reverence pulled out from Dio and stepped back. “You don’t deserve it just yet.”
Dio braced herself back up, looking desperately at Reverence. “You sadist! I was so close!” She reached down to touch herself but Reverence cruelly slapped her hand away. She beckoned over the guard, who took Dio and bent her over his legs. His thick, callused hand smoothed over her bare rear then clapped down hard upon it.
Dio cried out. “What are you doing?” Another sound slap to her buttocks, and then a gentle petting. “You think this is funny?” She panted.
Reverence smirked. “You really are adorable. Are you enjoying this?”
The guard spanked her again, and then his fingers moved very close to her needy vulva. Dio moaned, and with another spank, his fingers plunged inside her. His other hand roughly pulled at her tail, making her squeal excitedly.
Reverence grinned as she watched. “I knew you’d fit in nicely, darling,” she purred. “But brats deserve a spanking.”
“I’m not…” Dio was drooling.
The guard spanked her hard again, then laughed. It was a laugh Dio knew. She looked up in surprise, seeing Demi had been the guard all along. “Not so bad, is it?” He struck her ass and groped it, squeezing it greedily.
“Th-they got to you huh?” Dio panted as Demi’s fingers plunged deep inside her. “You believe this crazy-ass lady?”
“It’s better than the shit we shoveled before.” Demi pulled his fingers out then pressed them into Dio’s mouth, making her taste her need. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”
Dio moaned against his fingers, moving herself so she sat in his lap. His cock slapped against her thigh and she took hold of it, placing it at her folds. “I just need to get off. Then you can throw me back into my cell.��� She sat on Demi’s cock, flooded with relief from being filled again.
Reverence came over, rubbing the tip of her cock to Dio’s lips. “Watch out. She likes using her teeth,” Demi warned.
“She’ll behave for me.” Reverence thrust her cock into Dio’s mouth, while Dio rode on Demi’s cock. Reverence took her at one point, trading places with Demi. She bent Dio over a stone, thrusting deep into her again while Demi used Dio’s mouth. This continued until Dio could take no more, her body spent, skin covered in semen, and heart racing. She lay on the stones until her senses returned. Her flat chest was glazed with come, both from Reverence and Demi, and the mixed fluids spilled down her thigh as she tried to stand.
“I’ve got you.” Demi embraced her.
“They got to you,” Dio huffed.
Demi eased her back into the water, washing her off and kissing her. Reverence combed her hair, gently touching her and nibbling on her ear. Dio didn’t understand why it felt so good, why this tenderness was just as needed as the sex itself. “I’m staying,” Demi said. “I’ve been wanting out for a long time. Stay with me, Dio. Stay with us.”
Dio looked at Reverence, then back at Demi. “I don’t know.”
“A little more time,” Reverence assured. “That’s all she needs.”
Dio frowned, letting them pamper her just a little bit more. Reverence took them both back to Demi’s confinement, which was in a large and very nice room. Dio was quiet for a while, but she could no longer hold her curiosity. “So, what did they do to you?”
Demi smirked. “Well, it’s been a pretty nice week.”
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Demi was dealing with a bout of sleeplessness in the weeks leading up to the hunt for the necromancer. But he had been dealing with a level of exhaustion for ages now, mainly because of his work as an assassin. He had been wanting to quit, but that meant putting his life in danger, as well as the life of his partner, Dio. Dio was a bit unhinged, and would eventually meet the consequences of it.
Coming to the village, Demi had dealt with rising tension. Something felt off about the place, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. Even when Dio’s soft, sweet mouth was wrapped around his cock, he kept getting a strange premonition that something was about to happen, though he couldn’t tell if it was a bad thing.
“Focus, now! You’re only half-hard as it is,” Dio scolded him. “I should be the only thing on your mind right now.” Dio had been trained all her life for this sort of thing, but most of her work had taken place in her family’s brothel.  After a massacre there, which took most of Dio’s family as well as her horns, she joined Demi’s guild and they had been partners ever since.
“Sorry,” Demi moaned. “I’m a bit nervous today.”
Dio slurped and pulled back. “Chin up, this is going to be easy. That necromancer is a skinny weakling compared to us.” She kissed Demi’s scrotum, then left kisses down the side of the shaft, gently circling the hood with her fingertips. “He won’t stand a chance.” She gobbled him up, taking him down her throat.
Demi leaned his head back, moaning then quickly quieting himself. He reached down, grabbing Dio’s hood and wishing he could grab her hair. He felt the deep twitching inside him, the flexing at his core. Dio drank him down happily, tugging her mask back over her face as soon as he was spent. “There, now. Better?” she asked.
“Yeah, thank you.” He pulled his pants back up, relying on the tree to support him.
“If we had the time I would have mounted you.” Dio put her gloves back on and turned to Demi. “But daylight will fade soon, and we need to be alert.”
“I know.” Demi watched Dio, wishing he had the energy she did.
That evening, once all the lights went out, they stalked into the village to apprehend their mark. The necromancer was a highly-sought prize, and the bounty on his head would have them set for a while. Perhaps even give them a chance to rest before the next mission. Demi was left to guard the house while Dio went in to apprehend the necromancer, but he soon realized he wasn’t alone.
Standing in the shadows next to him was a woman. He turned slightly, seeing her cat eyes glowing in the dim light. “Come with me, or your friend is dead,” she hissed.
The hair on the back of Demi’s neck bristled. “What’s going on?”
The woman placed a blade close to his side. “This is my home you’re messing with. Deal with me, or with the others.”
Demi dropped his weapon. “I’m not willing for either. I’d rather not fight right now.”
“Strange reaction.” The woman grabbed his hands, and he saw she was covered in orange fur. A tabaxi, by the looks of it. She bound his hands behind his back, then pushed him. “Walk ahead.”
Demi did as he was told. He knew his premonition wasn’t wrong, and all he had to do was wait it out. As long as Dio was going to be safe, then he would follow whatever orders were given to him. The tabaxi took him into a house, where there was a fire going. She had him sit down in a chair and tied him up. “Wait here. It won’t be long.”
“What about my friend?” Demi asked.
“You’ll know soon enough.” The tabaxi walked further inside the house.
Demi sighed and leaned his head back. “Could be worse,” he assured himself.
The door opened again, and in walked the necromancer he and Dio had been after, scowling as he looked at Demi bound in his chair.“Funny,” Demi murmured. “The description we were given was not flattering. You’re much more handsome than I expected.”
The necromancer’s brow pinched. “How did you find me?”
“I’m a tracker,” Demi answered. “It’s what I do best. After research and some basic questioning of surrounding villages, I was able to track the location of your old cabin.”
Ebert still had his arms crossed tight. “Who hired you?”
“Not sure. We were given a bounty, and my partner dealt with it.” He then looked back up to Ebert. “Where is she? Is she okay?”
“Your partner caused some trouble and refuses to cooperate. So she’s being taken to acell.” Ebert finally unfolded his arms. “Why are you cooperating?”
“I’m fucking tired,” Demi heaved. “I’ve not slept, and being an assassin has made me weary of everything. As long as you can assure my partner is safe, I won’t be a problem to you.”
The tabaxi stepped back out. “The room is ready for him.”
Ebert came over. “You can get up. She barely knotted those ropes.”
Demi nodded, easily breaking out of the ropes around the chair, although his hands were still tightly bound. “Was that a test?”
“You knew?”
“I’ve been tied up a lot. I know how it’s supposed to feel.” Demi followed the tabaxi woman into a much more spacious room with its own wood stove, a big bed, and other creature comforts. “What’s this for?”
“Good behavior,” the tabaxi said, although she sounded quite acerbic about it.
“Easy, Rings. I don’t think he means any harm.” Ebert patted her back, and she moved into his arms.
“I appreciate the room.” Demi moved his arms back around and handed Rings the rope back. “But I must confess that I am a bit uncertain of your motives.”
Rings glared at his hands and rope. “You could do that anytime?”
Demi nodded. “I figured it was best to cooperate until I knew if my partner was going to be okay.”
“You’ll be kept under house arrest here. There will be a guard outside and in the house at all times,” Ebert told him. “But as long as you continue to work with us, you’ll have a choice.”
Demi sat down upon the bed. “As long as my partner stays safe, I’ll do what you ask.”
“Then strip,” Rings said.
Demi suppressed a smirk. The demand neither embarrassed nor infuriated him. More than anything it was entertaining. “Is that necessary?” Demi asked.
“We need to make sure you aren’t hiding any more weapons or tools. Apparently, your friend had an arsenal hidden in her clothes.”
Demi sighed heavily, taking off his hood and removing his belt. “Be careful with her. She’s a bit wild, but she’s sensitive.” He stripped naked, kicking his clothes over to Ebert and Rings. A look crossed Ebert’s face that once again required Demi to keep a smile at bay. Ebert seemed to slowly take Demi in, his eyes lingering far longer than was needed.
“Tiefling, huh?” Rings click her tongue. “Not bad, I suppose.” She tossed Demi another outfit. “You’ll be popular here.”
“Popular?” Demi asked.
Ebert’s veneer of calm finally broke. He put his arm around Rings. “Ignore her. Get some rest. Someone will be back in the morning to bring you food.”
Rings and Ebert close the door, leaving Demi alone. He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, only to be woken by the sound of his door unlocking. It was still quite early, barely daylight. As Demi sat up, he found Ebert setting a tray of food down upon the table.
“Good morning.” Demi stood, and the blanket fell from his lap. He’d not dressed after the two had left.
Ebert motioned to the food. “Did you rest well?”
Demi walked over to the table, plucking a raspberry from the tray. “I don’t rest well these days. I just tend to rest.” He ate the berry, finding it sweet and plump. “How did my partner do?”
“Reverence says she’s obstinate.”
Demi raised a brow. Ebert cleared his throat. “Our leader. She’s been the one taking care of your friend.” There was a slight reddening in his cheeks.
“Good. Glad to know she’s at her best.” Demi ate another berry.
“I need to talk to you,” Ebert said. “Do you mind?”
Demi shook his head. “Might be nice to talk to someone. Is this going to be about why we were sent to kill you? Or do you want to make idle chit-chat?”
“My attempted murder takes precedence,” Ebert huffed.
“I’ll talk,” Demi replied. “But you need to do something for me, if only to make this a little even.” He touched Ebert’s collar, then opened the first button on his shirt. “Undress.”
“You already sound like you belong here,” Ebert scoffed.
“This place sounds interesting,” Demi chuckled. “What’s going on here?”
Ebert was unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a chest covered in dark curls. He stripped it off, then undid the buckle of his pants. “You’re not the one asking questions today.”
Demi smirked. “Fair enough.”
Once Ebert was naked,they talked openly. Demi explained as much as he could about the bounty on Ebert’s head, as well as things he had been privy to with Dio, his partner. He mentioned how large the bounty was, and the stipulations about bringing him in alive. Ebert frowned most of the time. He seemed bothered by some of the information, but the knowing proved to be a huge weight from his shoulders. “It seems I won’t be so easily given up,” he huffed. “I had hoped some of this would have been left behind by now.”
“Some people can’t let go.” Demi pushed aside his empty tray. “Is that all you need to know? Because I certainly have questions.”
“What do you want to know?” Ebert asked. “I’d like to make it quick, and tuck my kids down for a nap.”
“What is this place?” Demi asked. “The way you talked before, the feelings I get here…  It’s not normal.”
“Not exactly,” Ebert replied. “We’re all close-knit. Reverence insists on that. This place is very open, very loving. Reverence brings us together as family, but also something much more than that.”
Demi had been staring at Ebert’s hairy chest, a feature he enjoyed and sorely lacked. “I heard rumors while tracking you that this place is a sex cult. How true is that?”
“I wouldn’t say a cult exactly,” Ebert replied. “But I did say we were open.”
Demi smirked, looking into Ebert’s eyes. “Is that why you were staring at me last night?” He asked. “Or were you just looking for something?”
A chuckle escaped Ebert’s lips, and he rubbed the back of his head. “So you noticed that, huh?”
“You weren’t subtle,” Demi grinned. He stood up and approached Ebert. “How about you give me an example of how this village operates?”
Ebert placed his hand on Demi’s side, stroking slowly down to his thigh. “Alright.” He stood up, coming face to face with Demi. “But I have to make this quick.”
He touched Demi’s cheek, feeling the soft purple skin. Demi closed his eyes, taking the soft kiss that Ebert delivered. The two came closer, grabbing at one another. Ebert’s kiss became harder, as did other things. Demi was pushed down onto the bed, with Ebert happily pinning him down. The hair on his chest felt so good against his skin, Demi moaned freely the more Ebert touched. “How are you enjoying our village’s hospitality?” Ebert breathed.
“I’m finding it very warm and inviting.” Demi licked his lips. “How do you shake hands?”
Ebert placed his thighs on either side of Demi’s head. “Surely you know how this goes.”
Demi opened his mouth, letting Ebert lay his cock on his dark tongue. He reached around, groping Ebert’s ass while his cock went down his throat. He knew some techniques that he learned from Dio, but never from this position. Ebert used the headboard as leverage, thrusting down into Demi’s mouth. Demi’s hands tugged and kneaded into Ebert’s ass, eventually prodding at his anus. Ebert moaned, going deeper to Demi’s throat.
“That’s so good,” Ebert moaned. “You’re so good at it.” He pulled back, taking out his cock as it began to release. His seed splattered on Demi’s tongue and lips, his cheeks and nose. Some even dribbled onto his chest as Ebert moved back.
Demi licked up what mess he could and chuckled. “Not bad,” he purred. “Maybe next time, we could do that together.”
Ebert smirked through his heavy breathing. “If I didn’t promise my kids I’d put them down for a nap, I would have indulged more.” He stood up off the bed and gathered his clothes to get dressed.
Demi stroked his erect cock, finding that he greatly missed Dio. “I get it. Go to them.” He laid back down as Ebert left and sighed heavily.
That evening, Rings came to deliver his dinner. “There you are. That should be enough to feed a big boy like you.”
“Thank you, I appreciate it.” Demi took a bite from the plate and noticed Rings staring at him. “Do I have something on my face?”
“Just Ebert, I suppose,” she snickered.
Demi laughed. “Ah, so he told you?”
“Every detail.” Rings approached him, touching his chest and then smoothing her palms down to his sides. “I’m a bit jealous.”
“Why didn’t you bring him with you?” Demi asked.
Rings smirked. “He’ll be coming here after a discussion with your friend.” Her hand reached down, grabbing the bulge inside his pants. “He said the two of us could play before he arrived.”
Demi soon had Rings up on the bed, her haunches raised as he licked her from pussy to ass. Her face was buried into the pillow, moaning and panting as Demi feasted upon her. His finger sunk into her anus while his tongue toyed with her clit. “I may end up wanting to stay here,” Demi chuckled. He spit into her ass and pushed his finger back inside. “If such treats keep falling to my lap.”
Rings purred and stretched as he played with her. “I didn’t fall. I placed myself in it purposefully.”
Demi chuckled and sat back up, pressing his tip against her anus. “Then let me move myself back into place.” His cock was slick with oil, so he penetrated her with ease.
Rings squealed and moaned into the pillow. Reaching back, she touched herself as Demi moved slowly. Then the door opened and Ebert came in. “Your friend certainly is defiant.”
“Dio?” Demi panted.
Ebert came over, kissing Rings and then settling back to watch. “Yes. She refused to answer any questions.” Ebert began to undress. “What do you recommend to make her talk?”
“Frustrate her.” Demi received a kiss from Ebert as he thrust inside Rings. “That’s what always works for me.” Ebert pushed Demi’s head down, making him suck his cock again.
“That’s what Reverence said, too.” Ebert stroked Ring’s back while Demi sucked him. “I think she knows what to do from here.”
Moments later, Demi and Rings had traded places. Demi was on his back while Ebert was behind him, sliding his oiled cock inside. Rings sat on Demi’s belly, taking him inside while Ebert moved. Demi was overwhelmed, and he cried out loudly as he was fucked by the pair.
The next day he was allowed out of his room and introduced to the rest of the village. He was allowed some freedoms, but he had to be accompanied by Rings, Ebert, or a guard. Demi was taken to the solarium where orgies were held, and finally introduced to Reverence. He met with her each day after that, mainly to discuss Dio.
“I’ve been slowly warming her up,” Reverence said. “I think in a day or two I’ll have her melted.”
“What do you plan on doing to her?” Demi asked in concern.
“It’s not my intent to put anyone in danger. I want her to realize it’s safe here, and she doesn’t need to go back into the life you both came from. But I fear she’s too wound up in it to give it up.” Reverence massaged Demi’s shoulders. “I could use her here. From what I’ve learned about her, having her would be an asset to my village.” She slipped her hand down Demi’s shirt, touching his chest. “Her expertise would be welcome.”
Demi sighed, looking up at her. “I think she would feel at home here if she gave it a chance. But I think you’re right - all her life, all she’s ever known is the assassin way.”
“Once she’s thawed, she’ll be susceptible.” Reverence came down, kissing Demi’s neck and cheek. “The two of us can work together to show her, can’t we?”
Demi smirked. “Well, at least we can have fun trying.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Eventually, Dio’s trip to the bathhouse happened, where Reverence brought the two back together. That evening, the two were settled in Demi’s room, where they caught up on the week they’d just been through.
“What do we do now?” Dio asked. “We can’t exactly leave, and staying is, well… also a strange concept to me.”
Demi sat beside her. “You’ve never known anything else.”
Dio frowned. “What am I supposed to do? Just stay in this weird village and wait to die? I don’t know how that works! I’ve always had something to do, someone to kill. Bounties to collect.” She huffed in frustration. “What am I supposed to do here?”
“I don’t want you to die, let’s start there. I want to stay here. My mind was made up for me long ago that if I ever got a chance to escape, I would.” Demi took hold of Dio’s hand and kissed it. “If we stay here together…”
“You’re so damn sappy!” Dio yanked her hand back. “Always have been. I’m starting to think it’s something you’re not going to be able to change.”
Demi chuckled. “Is that the pot calling the kettle black?”
Dio pouted. “I’m not soft like you. I can’t mold to whatever situation I’m in.”
Demi kissed her cheek. “Get some sleep. I’m sure you’ve been fighting it while kept in the cell.” He pulled back the blankets. “We’ll talk more tomorrow. Is that okay with you?”
“Nothing is okay!” Dio threw herself down on the bed. then looked up at Demi and sighed heavily. “Can you hold me?”
Dio took off his clothes and lay down beside her. “Maybe you can change.” He placed his arm around her, snuggling up against her back, and kissed her shoulder as Dio moved closer. “You looked beautiful today,” Demi breathed into her ear.
Dio remained silent.
“I didn’t know you liked being spanked so much.” Demi’s hand stroked her small rear. “Are you sore at all?”
Dio just grunted in reply.
Demi nipped the tip of her ear. “It made me so happy to see you being so honest. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you.”
“Shut up,” she whined.
“How long have we known each other?” Demi’s hand slipped between her cheeks, finding her vulva warm and a little dewy. “Too long, right?”
Dio fidgeted, opening her thighs a bit. “Do you know how frustrating you are?”
Demi chuckled. “Let’s go to the solarium, then,” he whispered.
Dio looked back at him with a surprisingly sweet expression. “What’s that?”
He kissed her cheek and sat up. “Something special the village offers.” He took her out into the cool night air to show her.
The solarium was filled with many different people enjoying one another. Dio sighed dreamily. “Reminds me of home.”
Demi pulled her inside, laying her down on one of the beds. “I thought you’d like it here.” He kissed her lovingly as others started coming towards them.
Dio felt more soft kisses, more touches. She reached out, pulling another woman close to kiss. “This does put me in a familiar mood,” she chuckled. “I remember those nights back at the brothel where we would bond.”
Demi kisses her small chest and belly. Running his hands down as an orc came up behind him, touching him in return. “I think you could easily find purpose here, Dio.”
The two participated in the games of the solarium, taking up with some of the villagers who joined their bed. Dio fit right in, able to adapt to whatever partner she reached for, although she stayed close to Demi. She watched him closely, taking in his form as he was sandwiched between an orc and a human woman. Demi watched her in return, seeing her taking the hemipenis of a rather large lizard man. Demi smirked, and Dio smiled in return.
Dio’s lizard man was soon replaced by Reverence, who grinned with glee as she placed herself inside Dio again. “Lovely little ruby,” she moaned. “Did you miss me?”
“You again?” Dio panted. “Do you like me or something?”
“I have a love for everyone.” Reverence coiled Dio’s hair around her fist, then slapped her rear with her other hand. “That includes you, my darling ruby.”
Dio had tried to act uninterested, but Reverence’s affections soon had her mewling in pleasure like she had in the bathhouse, happily taking Reverence however she wanted to give herself. A moment later, Demi was joining them, placing his cock in Dio’s mouth. He kissed Reverence, suckling on her breast while Dio happily did what she loved most.
“You two will be wonderful additions/” Reverence stepped back, allowing Demi to take her place. “I do hope you two join us here as our new family.”
“Demi,” Dio whined. “Harder!”
“I know,” he panted.
Reverence stood behind Demi, stroking his chest and watching Dio struggle to keep her composure. “She’s yours now. Give her everything.”
Demi shuddered, and Dio clenched. Their backs arched and they yelled into the steamy air. Demi didn’t move, keeping himself deep inside Dio to release every drop. Dio shivered, shaking as Reverence touched her clit. “Perfect,” Reverence breathed. “Exactly what I love to see.” She knelt, cleaning off Demi’s cock, then thrusting her tongue inside Dio.
Demi lay beside Dio, kissing her softly. “I’ll never leave you,” he said quietly.
Dio wrapped her arms around him, curling against him once Reverence stood. “Give me more. I need more,” she mewled. “I can’t get enough.”
Demi kissed her temple. “I need you too, Dio. Just give me a second to recover.”
Stretching out her legs, Dio looked into his eyes. She smiled, and tapped her fingertips to his lips. “You’re fast, luckily.”
Come dawn, the solarium was lazy and snuggly. Dio and Demi were laid in a pool of sunlight that came through the window, wrapped in warm blankets they had stolen from the bed. Dio covered their heads as the sun rose, kissing Demi’s chest until his arms tightened around her. “I’ll give this place one more day,” Dio said. “One more tour of the solarium tonight. Then I will decide.”
“One more day?” Demi chuckled. “That’s a surprise.”
“How so?” Dio curled a lock of his hair around her finger.
“Because you are usually more decisive than this.” Demi took her palm and kissed it. “I know this is a heavy decision for you. But I’m used to your quickness.”
Dio shrugged. “I have no explanation to give you. What can I say?” She kissed him and looked into his eyes. “One more day is just what I need.” She lay back down with him, curling up into his arms and drifting to sleep as the day began.
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*personal post*
Does anyone have that *one* family member that constantly compares your work to their favorite author, but in a negative way? My brother has been doing that lately, and this morning was no different. This morning I woke up early and set about working on my current WIP, the third installment in a series that I love writing. I took a break to step outside for some air and he decided to pop out as well, and like any other day, he asks how the writing it going. For once I could answer that it was going well, already knocked out a chapter. He proceeded to tell me that in the last year, his favorite author has published 3 books, and posted a few 50K chapters to the fanfic that he also writes, and then asked me what was taking me so long to do just one? Never mind that I'm a parent, or that I have a writing window of two hours a day, or that I have a literal mountain of housework and laundry to do in a day. Sorry for the rant, will probably delete this later, just needed to get it out.
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Just a reminder that I’ll be opening 5 story commission slots on Ko-fi this afternoon (UK time, so in a few hours). Watch out for the full post with all the details.
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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Seven (sfw)
Gabe and Odessa’s adventures continue for anyone interested, and for anyone who still remembers that I do actually write stuff. We pick up this time after Odessa had an upsetting phone call with Jake, and then met a huge, mysterious wolf in the woods outside her cabin, where it saved her from falling into the stream in shock…
Content: discussions of past shitty boyfriend (infidelity, attempted manipulation), and a clash of expectations between generations on Gabe’s side. A walk through the pine forest ends with an invitation…
Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw)
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Gabe’s eyes lifted as she entered the Information Centre with her rucksack already on and her walking boots laced, but for some reason the way he was sitting made her think that he looked like he was expecting a blow to the back of the head or from unseen quarters. He also looked awful. Handsome as ever, yes, but as though he’d had a sleepless night or was battling off the dregs of a brief illness.
“You still up for our hike?” she asked, faltering in the doorway.  
“Yeah,” he croaked, and cleared his throat as he got to his feet in an awkward lurch. He’d been slouched in rickety wooden chair in the main lobby of the Centre, a magazine held limply in his fingers, and to Odessa’s left, Carys sat behind the desk, working at something on the computer. “Yeah,” he said again, and tried out a smile. It was sheepish, and didn’t stick.
“You alright?” she asked, trying not to stare openly at the shadows under his eyes that definitely hadn’t been there the day before. She had some of her own to match, but she would have bet a whole month’s salary that Gabe hadn’t had quite the night she had. And she absolutely wasn’t about to start blathering on about monsters from horror movies rushing out of the woods and apparently saving her from dashing her head open on the rocks. He’d think she was nuts.
Gabe nodded. “Didn’t sleep well,” he said, and a beat later he asked, “You?”
“Me neither, but I’m sure it’s nothing a nice long walk won’t fix.”
Something in the line of his shoulders dropped, but Gabe stooped quickly to pick up the rucksack that had been leaning against his chair, and Carys looked up at last. “Have fun,” she chimed, smiling warmly at Odessa and apparently sensing nothing amiss. “Forecast says it might rain around lunchtime.”
He thanked her and Odessa said she’d packed waterproofs, and with that, they set off.
The Deer’s Leap trail wasn’t as long as the Three Mile Lake loop, and while its gradient wasn’t as dramatic, the views were no less breathtaking. For the most part, they walked on a gravel forestry track that had obviously been built for logging trucks and machinery, and had over time been repurposed and reclaimed a little by nature. Small plants grew in the deep ruts, and deer tracks could be seen printed into the soft silt around the puddles.
Gabe seemed unusually withdrawn, and didn’t offer any kind of proper conversation until they’d been going nearly an hour. “Are you alright?” he finally asked as they stepped off the rutted track and took a small, sandy path between pines.
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they say a picture is worth a thousand words so i’m gonna save several thousand words on part 7
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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Six (sfw)
Ok folks, it’s time to move the story on. We’ve had more than our fair share of fluff and it’s time for a teeny tiny taste of angst. Just a little. Thank you to everyone who’s reblogged and sent in asks about it - it’s kept the embers glowing beneath the cookpot that contains this story, so thank you thank you thank you.
Content: *may contain spoilers if you’re trying to avoid them but I want to put it here anyway because it may be something people wish to avoid* the shitty ex makes an attempt at manipulation, and we finally find out what our werewoofer looks like as a woofer instead of just a wer(e)…
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Of course, any day that seemed to be going perfectly was bound to shatter like a dropped vase eventually.
After her lunch with Gabe, they’d ambled the length of the street together, down to a small, stone bridge over a river that Gabe said linked back to the beck that passed the cabin. She paused, putting palms to mossy stone and leaning over to watch a dipper splash about in the fast-flowing current, its brown and white plumage looking at once perfectly in place and just a little bit flashy. Gnats danced and whirled in intricate patterns in the air above the water, and the trees bent their boughs to taste the water, coppery leaves of turning birch fluttering down to kiss the river before the wash swept them on.
She sighed deeply. “It’s so beautiful here.”
Gabe hummed something from behind her, but didn’t speak, and before too long, they headed back towards the Centre.
“I’ve got the rest of my shift, and I’ll need to take the dogs for a run after work,” he said when he paused at the entrance to the building with his hand on the door, “But maybe we can do the Deer’s Leap route tomorrow?”
She beamed. “You could always bring the dogs if they’d be ok with me, but obviously you know what they’ll be ok with…”
He paused and seemed to think about it, but in the end he shook his head. “Mia might be alright, but the other two…” he shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Fair enough,” she shrugged. “You said they’re not really pets anyway.”
“No,” he said with a rasp to his voice.
“Hug before I go?” she asked, sensing that he wouldn’t offer even if he wanted it, and Gabe smiled and let her step into his arms. “Thank you for lunch,” she said against the soft green of his airtex top. The autumn nip to the air didn’t seem to faze him in the slightest, but even with her jacket on, she had begun to feel the chill on their slow stroll.
“Thank you for coffee and cupcakes,” he countered with a chuckle as she stepped back. “See you tomorrow.”
Walking back to the cabin after that felt like stepping on clouds.
“It’s like a dream,” she murmured to herself on the way up the gravel track to the house. It felt dangerously like it was meant to be, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
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I was walking through the toy aisle at Target when I found this thing and had a VIOLENT AND IMMEDIATE FLASHBACK to when JP first came out and they had a bunch of REALLY COOL T Rex toys that I would have sold one of my scrawny small-child limbs for but my mother wouldn’t get me one because they were “too violent and also ate people” :(
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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Five (sfw)
Gabe & Odessa’s Chapter Five is here! As I said earlier, egregious amounts of fluff ahoy, but it builds the story and sets one or two things up for later, so I’m glad it happened… And if the fluff is too much, a little drama looms on the horizon…
Thank you to those of you who’ve left reactions in one form or another for this story. It’s come to mean a lot to me, and it’s honestly been the only thing that I’ve really wanted to write in a long time. I have one or two other projects I feel I’d like to tackle, and this one is warming me up for facing them head on.
Thank you for enabling that, and here’s Chapter Five.
Content: fluff, some self-doubt, some fleeting mentions of the ex’s shitty behaviour and attempted manipulation (nothing explicit, just in passing), and lots of smiles and blushing. And cupcakes. I’m so sorry.
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Odessa hardly slept. After she’d closed the door on Gabe’s retreating back, she kept replaying every wonderful moment of the evening over and over, her chest thrumming, mind spinning, cheeks still aching.
Carys’ wild cackle and Tala’s sweet expression mingled in her memory with Gabe’s deeper laugh and expressive eyes, becoming a seamless blur of fun, the kind of which she honestly couldn’t remember having had in a very long time. It made something painful twang in her ribcage to think of leaving at the end of her short, two-week stay.
Staring at the ceiling as dawn crept around the thin curtains the following morning, she let out a long breath. “It couldn’t go anywhere,” she sighed, recalling one of Gabe’s sweet, private smiles as he’d looked sidelong at her over his beer. “You’ve got to get back and actually find another job after this.”
After another few minutes of just lying there in the stillness of the bedroom, her phone buzzed with an incoming text and she startled out of her reverie with a squeak.
As though called by her thoughts of the city and her life and friends there, Emma’s name flashed up and she opened the text, blinking blearily to try and focus on it better. Emma and her husband had been good to her, letting her stay with them for a couple of weeks after she’d moved out of her own apartment to put some much needed space between her and Jake.
So I had to find out from Dandy that you took off on your own and you’re staying in a cabin in the woods??? Wtf? You ok???
She snorted and sat up, letting the duvet crinkle around her waist, and began her reply with a photo of the view over Three Mile Lake from the day before. Sending it to her, Odessa added, I’m fine! More than fine. It’s like a dream. I needed some ‘me’ time away from the city, and it’s been perfect. Just me and some super sweet locals.
Emma’s response was instant. You know it’s always the ‘super sweet locals’ that end up sacrificing you in the woods, right? Sacrifice or no, I guess this means we won’t see you for drinks with Dandy this Friday though?
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Please don't buy LilyAntonBooks!
One of my clients and my dear friend @momolady wrote me a love story of one of my characters Gorlak and Tuesday. You can find her story here Recently we both got a word that LilyAntonBooks took Momo's story, changed their characters, and wrote the story in a third person, but they clearly copied most of the parts! They have been sold their 'story' on Amazon and Goodreads. This is very sad because not only these were my characters, they want money from my friend's story. So please, don't buy or support this 'author'.
If you are interested to check Momo's tweets about this you can go here. Below is Momo's story VS LilyAntonBooks
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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter Four (sfw)
Here’s part four for those interested, and I hope you enjoy some more slow-burn/awkward fluff. Moodboard/aesthetic at the end.
Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw)
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Odessa knew she was courting trouble the moment she dug out her favourite outfit.
There was nothing inherently ‘fancy’ about it — it was a simple pair of figure-hugging jeans and a green woollen jumper with brown elbow patches — but it was the outfit she’d worn when her best friend had taken her to the cinema after her second, and final, breakup with Jake, and she trusted Derek’s opinion on everything, and especially all matters sartorial. The man knew how to dress any figure — their small group of friends called him ‘Dandy’ for a reason — and he had looked her up and down and grinned at her. “You look good, ’Dess. Not that sweatpants and over-sized hoodies aren’t a good look on you, because you can make anything work, but you look good.”
The inflection had carried a slew of meaning meant to be inferred, and she’d smiled. “I feel good,” she’d hedged. “Ok, maybe not good good, but… better anyway.”
Entering The Boar and Hart pub on the main street of Pinewatch that night, Odessa channelled all the confidence Dandy’s smile had lent her on so many occasions, and looked around. Drinking alone was not something she was particularly fond of, but she set her shoulders and headed towards the bar at the back to order a pint of local beer on recommendation from the bartender.
The young woman looked about her own age, perhaps a few years older, and said, “You’re not from round here,” as she slid her pint glass across the dark wooden bar to her. Behind, rows of single malts glinted amber in the soft lighting. “Holiday?”
“Yup,” Odessa replied, sipping the slight frothing head and rolling her eyes. “Mmm, you were right; that is good.”
“My brother owns the microbrewery,” the bartender replied. “It’s made just down the road.”
“Can’t beat local,” Odessa mumbled into the small, foaming head of the beer. “Any chance I can have a portion of those sweet potato fries too while I’m here?” she asked, eyeing the basket that someone brought out from the back to hand to a customer further down the bar.
“Sure thing. I’ll bring them out to you in a bit.”
“I’ll be over there,” she said, nodding to the quieter end of the bar.
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As a serious Labyrinth fanatic, this gives me chills.
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The Lost and the Lonely…
Was trying to get that creepy victorian ghost photo style  :P 
Labyrinth again of course ;) hope you like it!!
Edit: After popular demand I have now made this available via red bubble : https://www.redbubble.com/people/sophieburkeart/works/27890918-the-lost-and-the-lonely
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The Axe
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A dark story about love gone wrong. A young woman waits on her husband to return home, but he vile stepmother who has come to live with them while she is ill, continually abuses and degrades her.
Female Main Character x Male Human (both cis)
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They thought living in the country would be best for Bernadette. The time spent at her family’s summer home out near the lakes were some of the best times of her life, so surely rural living would be the best for her after what happened.
The house was surprisingly chilly, but there seemed to be no attempts at making it warmer, and Bernadette was surprised by the dust on the mantels and the claustrophobic rooms. She walked through the house, thinking she didn’t want it to seem so inhospitable when her husband returned. She wanted to have the place renovated and beautiful, but everything just seemed to keep getting in the way of that goal.
Due to a childhood ailment, Bernadette was almost mute, and could barely speak above a whisper. Most of the time she had to communicate through letters. In youth she had carried around a notepad and pen at all times, so at least she had beautiful handwriting.
But now, in this lonely house, Bernadette often kept to herself, walking around, staring out the windows, and feeling the listlessness that came with nothing to do. The planned renovations were put on hold, due to constant heavy rain that felt endless. Some of the walls had already been taken down exposing the hollow, dusty boards beyond.. It made the house feel even more desolate.
“I cannot begin to describe how empty it all feels without you, my love,” she began one of her letters. “This place and all around it feels lost without your warming presence. The staff does not listen to me. And do not get me started on what else has been going on. I keep to myself to ignore it. I know this is not how you would like me to do things, but I do not know what else to do with myself. I know you cannot write to me as often as you’d like, but I cannot begin to return to my senses without some word from you! I fear I will not be myself completely until you are home. Even if these renovations are not done, I still wish you here. That is all I long for. Your ever-loving wife, Bernadette.”
One afternoon, a day more dreary than the last, Bernadette wandered back into what had been the bedroom. It was the last room to be renovated, and one wall had been removed to open the space. She wanted French doors, to open onto the terrace and let in beautiful sunlight, but now the outer wall was just a blank expanse of brick and mortar, and the connecting wall was partially torn down. She walked around the brick, leaving footprints in the dust.
Bernadette turned to look at the wall where the bed had once stood. She and her husband had spent so few nights there before he had to go, but those moments had made Bernadette so happy. She never thought she would be wed until she met him, and after that their companionship was like a fairy tale. He gave her a voice and helped her to gain her confidence, so without him present, it might as well go on raining forever.
“I know this house is old, but it has possibilities,” he told her. “We can do what’s needed to make it feel newer and lighter. You can make yourself happy here.” His smile as he said this brightened Bernadette’s soul. He lifted her up in a way no one else ever did. “We have wealth now, and we can do everything we need to make this place our home.”
Bernadette turned back to the destroyed wall, peering into the space between bricks where the cold air slipped through. Something was wedged there. Perhaps one of the workers left a tool behind. She reached inside and stretched out her fingers to feel something cool and smooth against her fingertips, then took hold of the handle, drawing forth the tool from within.
It was an axe, quite heavy in her palms, and the blade still looked to be sharp despite the obvious wear. Bernadette looked it over, wondering if it was missed by whoever used it last. She took it downstairs and placed it by the empty fireplace. She had left a note for the staff to light it, but the note had been ignored again.
Frustrated that she was being treated this way while her husband was absent, Bernadette made an addendum to the note. She struck the pen to the paper harshly, hoping to convey her frustration. “... or else my husband will be made aware.” She smiled to herself after penning the addition, then returned upstairs to find something to do.
The staff had been chosen by her stepmother, and she was not surprised they were ignoring her. Bernadette was used to being ignored. Her parents had sent her away as a child, first to relatives, then to school, where she became ill and lost her voice. She was returned home where her mother passed away and her father remarried, and Bernadette’s stepmother had been a source of unnecessary conflict for her. She tormented Bernadette regularly about her voice, constantly asking her to speak up for once, even mocked her frequent scribbling of notes.
“Look at this stupid, vapid, girl,” she would exclaim. She always had company. Her friends, even passing acquaintances, would be invited over so she could show off her newfound wealth and affluence. Everything Bernadette’s mother had so tenderly added to the house had been replaced by her stepmother by something bigger and gaudier. Bernadette was the last piece that needed replacing, but unfortunately she could no longer be sent away. No one wanted or knew what to do with her. Her late mother’s side of the family refused any contact with her father after he remarried. Her stepmother refused to waste any more money on her, so another school was out of the question.
“She can’t speak!” the woman sneered as she circled Bernadette. “And when she does, you can’t even hear her. Say something, child. Anything at all. Surely you can muster a few words in your defense.”
Bernadette would just stare off into the distance, placing herself into the paintings or reading the spines of books along the shelf. Should she dare to speak, or even worse, write something, it would only make the mockery of her stepmother worse.
It was no secret in the household that the woman only wanted her father for his money. Bernadette’s family was extremely wealthy. So it was no surprise when her stepmother began pushing Bernadette to marry her son, who Bernadette had never met. The boy was away for school, finishing up his education for something, but Bernadette never knew why. Her stepmother insisted on the union, which would assure that the remaining wealth of Bernadette’s family all went into her pockets.
It wasn’t until she met the man that Bernadette had a change of heart. It was early in the morning, and Bernadette was the only one awake besides the maids. Most mornings were quiet and peaceful, so Bernadette enjoyed the study while no one was around. He arrived out of the rain and cold, and his cheeks were ruddy and his smile charming. “You must be the lady of the house. It’s so nice to finally meet you. I suppose you’re my sister now,” he laughed.
How such a handsome creature came from such a vile one astounded Bernadette. She led him into the study to help him warm up. He did not mock her voice, or her inability to speak, but instead found her method of communication charming. “It’s fascinating,” he said. “You would think most would just give up, and here you are fighting to be heard. It’s remarkable.”
He had been the first to ever say such a thing, and it touched Bernadette to her soul. It no longer bothered her from there that her stepmother insisted on the union. In fact, she and her husband began to grow quite close, and he wooed Bernadette in seret, kissing her sweetly when they were alone and reading to her. “I do not care for my mother or her desires,” he whispered to Bernadette one day. “I would have been drawn to you even if you were poor. That is how much our souls are connected. You and I were meant to find one another.”
To marry him was Bernadette’s greatest joy. She had never dreamed she would find someone who would even want to marry her, let alone love her as well. The wedding was nothing grand, as her stepmother did not want money wasted on an extravagant affair. They were given a house, but not one of the good ones they owned.
“It will do. This is just for us,” her husband said. “We’ll be together, and that is all that matters.” And all was well, for a while.
Bernadette went back upstairs after placing the axe near the fireplace, into the room where she had been sleeping to sit at the foot of the bed. She had been sleeping there for a while, not just because of the renovations. Just before her husband had to leave, her stepmother had become ill. He insisted on letting her come to their home to convalesce there. Bernadette had been apprehensive, as the woman had been the main source of her torment for the last few years. “Not to worry, we’ll let the staff deal with her. I just ask you to be kind to her. She is my mother, after all, and yours as well. Perhaps she will be kinder, too.” Her husband said gently, calming Bernadette’s nerves.
That evening, Bernadette went back downstairs. Her note was gone from the table, but there was still no fire. She frowned, deciding to take matters into her own hands, but as she went to get the firewood, she noticed the axe was gone. She remembered where she had placed it, so perhaps the servants had taken it outside.
Bernadette stacked wood into the fireplace, then went to the kitchen to search for matches. While there, she saw the axe by the door. She took it, afraid the staff would move it out to the shed, where it would be forgotten. She placed it back by the fireplace, then tried to light the matches. “How pathetic you are,” a voice sneered.
Bernadette flinched, striking the match against the side of her finger and scraping skin from the knuckle. She looked up to see her stepmother standing in the doorway, her eyes narrowed at Bernadette. “You can’t even strike a match. What good are you even for?” She kept her pashmina clutched tight around her neck. “Worthless, that’s what you are.” A wicked smile spread across her face. “Aren’t you going to say something? Cat got your tongue?”
The raucous cackle that emanated from her throat made Bernadette’s blood boil and her heart sink. Bernadette slammed the matches down and walked away, choosing to ignore her stepmother rather than engage her. It seemed that most of her life would be devoted to fighting this woman. “Run away, that’s fine!” her stepmother called after her. “Keep running! You can’t leave me!”
Bernadette slammed the door behind her so she couldn’t hear any more. She went back into her room, sitting down upon the edge of the bed. Once her husband came home, everything would be fine.
Her stepmother had refused the help of the staff, insisting that Bernadette be the one to care for her. She made life hellish for Bernadette, creating terrible messes in the bed, throwing her hot tea and meals at her. Eventually, Bernadette just stopped checking the bed or bringing her food. Her stepmother’s wails could be heard all throughout the house, whining and moaning like a petulant child. Bernadette had even considered closing the door for good and never acknowledging her again. But she could not leave her stepmother to suffer in such a way. She returned to taking care of her, making sure her tea and meals were always lukewarm. But by then her stepmother was too weak to even throw a saucer. “Once my son comes home,” she rasped, taking windy breaths between every other word, “he will hear of how you treated me.”
Bernadette pressed her fingers to her throat so she could speak. “And he will hear of how you treated me.” Her voice was barely audible, but the stepmother heard it.
The next morning as Bernadette opened her bedroom door, something fell to the floor in front of her. Lying there was the axe, and she frowned as she picked it up. It shouldn’t have been placed against her door like that. She carried it back downstairs, placing it on the table while she wrote another note. “This axe is not to be touched. Leave it alone. And please start another fire. My husband will not tolerate this.” She placed the note beside the axe and left in a huff.
“Why don’t you say something?” her stepmother’s voice rattled from her room. “Just speak up!”
Bernadette slammed her stepmother’s door as hard as she could and continued down the hall. As she passed by the window, she saw something moving outside. She stopped, gazing out the window and only seeing her reflection against the gray rain. But for a moment it had looked like another woman was walking beside her.
Her husband had told her that this house once belonged to his father, a poor aristocrate whose family fortune was squandered, leaving mere pennies for him and his mother. He had lived there his entire childhood, and returned when he wished to escape university. Bernadette’s stepmother said many things about his residence, including that her son was a notorious cad. She made up such vulgar stories about him bringing women here to seduce. The stories were so salacious that Bernadette knew they could not be true. She refused to hear of them, and yet, her stepmother would carry on about the affairs, taunting Bernadette with the notion that his affairs continued while he was away.
“His father was the same way,” she crooned one day. “Didn’t matter who or what it was, so long as he could stick into them. Worthless,” she coughed. “It was good when he died. He left us more than nothing. He had no coffin, you know? They couldn’t find his body.” The smile which graced her face was enough to make Bernadette think that her stepmother had something to do with the man’s death. No one smiled like that, except for unrepentant devils.
Her step-mother noticed Bernadette's frightened stare, and slowly the smile melted away. “That is a good thing, dear. He didn’t deserve it.”
It was Bernadette’s constant fear  that her own father could fall victim to that woman. After all, she stood to inherit his wealth, and it would be so easy to do if she’d done it once before. She had sent her father many letters trying to find out why he married such a beast, but he never wrote her in return. He was probably ashamed of the reason.
Bernadette was sitting in the study, writing another letter, when she heard a crash outside. It sounded like something had fallen into the bushes just outside the window. Unlocking the window to look, she peered through the rain, then then looked up to see the windows above her just closing. Bernadette leaned out the window, and saw the axe had fallen into the bushes. She went out into the rain, crawled through the bushes and fetched the blade. It almost looked like there were shadows moving in the room it had fallen from, set against the glow of a fire. Bothered by this, Bernadette took the axe back inside, intending to bring it to whomever had dropped it from the window. It was strange, considering the room in question was her husband’s office, which had been locked since he left.
As Bernadette went upstairs, she heard people talking in low, hushed voices. One voice was a woman’s, speaking in a hurried rush of words. Bernadette opened the door the voices were behind, but she found nothing in the room except lit candles. She looked around, breathing slowly. She knew she had heard something. She set the axe down on the table and approached the window. She touched the glass, then the latch. It felt warm. Had someone actually been there? Perhaps she had been mistaken.
It was easy for voices to carry through the house. Bernadette stepped away from the window, bumping into her husband’s desk. An open drawer rattled, and inside she saw a clutch of letters. Bernadette opened the drawer further, and saw her handwriting - all the letters she had sent to her husband. She grasped the bundle, feeling angier than she did before. Her letters had never been sent! That would explain why her husband had not responded to her. She charged down the hallway, then stopped when she heard a scream. The house fell still and quiet again, only filled by the sound of rain. She took another deep breath, looking down at her hand. She thought she had taken the bundle of her letters, but instead she held the axe in her fist.
‘How odd,’ Bernadette thought, ‘I was sure I took the letters’. She turned around, back down the hallway to her husband’s office. The door closed as she watched, and she could hear the lock click.
The axe slipped from Bernadette’s fingers and dropped to the floor with a dull thud. She slowly approached the door, placing her hand on the wood. Inside she heard muffled panic, low voices and cautious breathing. She took hold of the doorknob, twisting to find it locked. Bernadette twisted again, this time pushing harder. The door banged against the frame, the voices went quiet, and Bernadette tried the knob again. The door opened and she stepped inside the office slowly. No one was there.
Bernadette saw the bundle of letters on the desk. She approached and picked them up, and saw the string that tied them together was stained and crusty, stiff with something dark brown, and the same stain covered the letter at the back. She set them back in the desk drawer, closing it tight, then smoothed her palms across the desktop and took a deep breath.
When Bernadette went back into the hallway, the axe was gone. Chills went up the back of her neck, prickling along her hair and itching over her scalp. She gazed down the hall, endless and hollow in the dark, like the mouth into a void which would swallow her up if she took another step. She turned the opposite way, going into her small bedroom and locking the door behind her. It felt as though someone was breathing down her neck, following her around and using that axe to toy with her.
Bernadette clasped her hands together to pray. She had been having nightmares since coming back to this place. She saw red in her dreams, and heard screams of terror. When she walked through the house, the walls were stained like the bundle of letters, and hands reached from within, pushing against the stone like it was fabric. The long fingers stretched and grasped at her, and Bernadette would run, but just as before the hallway would become endless. No matter how far she ran, the hallway never ended, and the walls began to creep closer and closer together. They grew so close that the hands could touch her. They grazed her skin and pulled at her hair, and moans issued forth, deep, sorrowful, pained. They whined from the walls, stretching out like the fingers until Bernadette could no longer move. The walls swallowed her up and she would wake, staring up at the cobwebs along the ceiling.
The cold air of the house had become normal to Bernadette, serving as an aching reminder of how little people cared for her. She could deal with the temperature, but it was the coldness that came from people she could no longer stand. She wanted her husband to come home. She wanted her father to respond to her. She wanted her stepmother gone from the place.
Bernadette left her room in the morning, finding that the rain had grown heavier and darker than last night. Bernadette stood by the window, looking out over the countryside that had once brought her peace. Outside, the world stretched on and on, ending with the hills falling into the river. Her eyes followed along the grounds, seeing strange objects moving in the shadows. Bernadette turned away and rubbed her eyes, and it felt as if there was sand behind the lids.
Her stepmother’s chambers were downstairs on the ground floor, which Bernadette intended as an insult. As she grew close, she noticed the axe lying beside the door. Bernadette approached gingerly and looked around. There was no sound coming from any direction, no signs of anyone else in the halls. She picked up the axe and held it firmly in her grasp. The handle fit her palm, weighty and elegant. Her fingers wrapped tight around the wood, and her eyes followed along the blade, wondering just how sharp it really was.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the rasp and wheeze of her stepmother coming out into the hallway, perking her sensitive ears and making her skin itch. Bernadette was sick of hearing her, of seeing her. She reached for the doorknob, gently turning it so it didn’t make a sound. The door creaked quietly as Bernadette opened it to a crack. Inside she saw the curtains drawn around the bed. Her stepmother’s breathing became more urgent, almost as if she couldn’t breathe at all. Bernadette stepped inside, holding the axe at her side. Perhaps it was her stepmother who had been moving it all around the house, her who had kept her letters from being sent. It would make sense that she was trying to torment Bernadette, for she had been from the moment she married her father.
The curtains around the bed shifted as Bernadette came close. She peered in through the darkness, seeing nothing beyond the first few inches of the duvet. Bernadette slipped her fingers around the curtain, tugging just enough so light pooled around the pillows. “What are you doing?” her stepmother’s voice croaked quietly from within. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
Suddenly afraid, Bernadette lowered the axe and put her arm behind her back. She still couldn’t make out her stepmother’s face in the shadows. “I came to check on you.”
“You’re not supposed to be here! You’re not supposed to be here! You’re not supposed to be here! You’re not supposed to be here!” She wailed the words over and over. Bernadette let go of the curtain and stepped away from the bed. Her stepmother screamed the words over and over, shrill and angry.
“Shut up!” Bernadette tried to speak over the cacophony. “Shut up! Shut up!” her voice came out no louder than a whisper, but she roared along with her stepmother. She raised the axe, intending to swing it down through the curtains. “Leave me alone! Leave me alone!” She nearly swung, but then she heard a knock at the front door.
The world went quiet, save for her stepmother’s breaths. Bernadette’s body swayed as she tried to understand. She left the room, hearing the knock again. She grew frightened, clutching her hand over her chest, and stared towards the source of the noise, her skin cold and her chest tight. Thinking it could be her husband, she went to the door. The weather outside was so dark and foul, how could it be anyone else? She opened her mouth to speak, but found her voice was gone from yelling at her stepmother.
“No one’s answering,” she heard from outside. Bernadette held her breath.
The knob jiggled as someone tried to open it. Bernadette’s eyes focused on the lock, watching it, praying it didn’t fail. “Maybe we should go around,” another voice said.
Bernadette rushed from the front door, running through the kitchen to the staff entrance. She checked the lock, even braced a chair in front of it. Then she ran to the parlor, where there were glass doors that opened to the garden. She locked them tight, twisting a tie from the curtain around the doorknobs so they could not be pushed open.
She was close to her room when she remembered the cellar doors. Bernadette ran. She bolted towards the kitchen, where the door was being banged upon, then rushed down the stairs to the basement. The cellar doors hadn’t been opened, and she felt relieved. But as she moved close to them, they flew open, admitting a spray of rain. Bernadette ran and hid, ducking herself down behind crates. “Something doesn’t smell good,” a man said from above.
“When does a cellar smell good? Try not to overthink this.” two men came down from above, leaving the cellar door open behind them. One of them came in further, looking around while the other lingered behind him.
The first man sighed. “I still don’t like it.”
“We’re looking for trouble.” The other man kept his voice low. “What’s to like?”
Bernadette clutched the axe tight in her fist. These men had broken into her home, probably looking for something valuable to take. She inched back further as the two of them came into the basement, walking right past her towards the stairs. One looked quite big and heavy, and the other appeared slimmer but taller.
The slim one turned before going up the stairs, making Bernadette duck behind the crates. He followed the bigger one up, and they closed the door behind themselves. Bernadette sat there, wondering if she should stay in hiding or try to do something about the invaders. Her mouth felt dry, and she still couldn’t find her voice. She heard their footsteps above her head as they went along the kitchen floor. She heard one of them scream, followed by a dull thud.
Every inch of Bernadette’s skin crawled. She went to the stairs, creeping up them so no sound was made. At the door, she turned the knob soundlessly and peered through the crack, where she saw the slim man run from the kitchen. The bigger one was knelt on the floor. She stepped out, creeping slowly and cautiously towards him. She didn’t breathe as she approached, keeping herself as quiet as possible.
The big man began to rise from the flags, and Bernadette swung the axe down into his back. He screamed, and she pulled back to strike him again. The man fell to his knees and she hit him again, and again. He fell to the floor for the last time, sagging over something beneath him. “What was that?” his companion called out. “What happened?”
Bernadette left the kitchen, creeping down the corridor to the parlor. She heard the footsteps of the slim man approaching and she hid herself in the shadows, moving behind furniture as he went down the corridor. She quickly ran towards the stairs.
“You’re not supposed to be here.”
Bernadette’s flesh crawled as she looked behind her. The door to her stepmother’s room was open, and she stopped on the stairs and gazed through, seeing the curtains around the bed flutter. Her steps led her back inside, and she stood over the bed as before, only this time she didn’t feel the need to keep her presence hidden. “You’re not supposed to be here,” her stepmother wheezed. “Look at what you’ve done to me!”
Bernadette tilted her head to the side. She could hear the slimmer man screaming in the kitchen. She brought up the axe over her head, and when it landed there was a crunch rather than a sickening, wet thud. She brought it down again, hearing a snapping and breaking.
“Look what you’ve done to me.”
Bernadette threw open the curtains. She saw a shattered skull upon the pillow, and a skeletal arm thrown back over the headboard. A thick brown crust covered the comforter, and decayed skin peeled away from the shattered bones. Bernadette almost laughed, but no sound came from her lips. Bernadette stumbled from the room, giggling to herself, and the axe dragged along the floor behind her as she went towards the stairs.
“Oh, God.”
Bernadette turned around, seeing the slim man standing behind her. His face was pale and grave, but in the shadows he almost looked familiar. “It’s you.”
Bernadette opened her mouth to scream, but only a hiss could escape. She ran upstairs and the man gave chase. She bolted down the hallway, but the hands began to reach from the walls. She evaded and struck them with the axe. She ran and swung, swung again. Her breath rattled as she tried to escape the hands. She heard voices coming from the master bedroom and she ran inside, slamming and locking the door behind her.
There was a weight upon her body and a shroud over her eyes. As Bernadette looked into the room, she could almost see the bed and she desperately wanted to lay her weight on it. She staggered in, towards where the wardrobe had stood. Behind her the door rattled and banged as the man shouted for her.
“Where are you going?” Bernadette whimpered, her voice cracked and frayed. She reached up, touching the broken wall where the wardrobe had stood.
“I didn’t expect you to be so needy,” her husband said. “Isn’t it enough to be here?”
Bernadette saw shadows moving beyond the wall. “You can’t leave me here.”
“I can do as I wish,” he said. “It’s mine now.”
Bernadette watched the fireplace, her eyes not focussing. She slipped into the wall, where she had found the axe before. “I’m yours.”
“Yes, that you are. But that does not make me want to stay here. I hate this place. I wish my mother hadn’t sent us here.”
“I can make it a home,” Bernadette wept. She fell to the floor, dropping the axe, and crawled through the dust and debris to where her husband was lying. “Please, stay.” She touched his face, wiping away decay.
The door burst open and the slim man came inside. Bernadette turned as he approached, clutching her husband’s head in her arms. The man picked up the axe  and threw it aside. “You’re not supposed to be here, Bernadette. We’ve been looking for you.” He was shaking, and he couldn’t look directly at her. “Stay where you are.”.
Bernadette sat inside the wall, clutching her husband’s head and rocking back and forth. As the sun began to shine through the rain, more men arrived. They pulled Bernadette from the wall, dragging her and hitting her so she would comply. She struggled and hissed, kicking and clawing at the men. They threw her to the floor, knocking the air out of her lungs. “Easy now,” the slim man said. “She is still a woman.”
“She killed everyone in this house,” a gruff voice snapped. “This ain’t a woman anymore.” Bernadette was lifted off the ground by the speaker and another man. She was taken from the bedroom and into the hallway where they forced her into the void.
The next thing Bernadette saw was a bright light shining in her face. She looked up, seeing the slim man standing above her. Her arms and legs were bound to a bed, but she didn’t struggle. “Where am I?” Bernadette’s voice croaked.
“Back where you belong,” he said coldly. “You’ve been missing for two weeks.”
Bernadette didn’t try to speak again. She rolled her head away, looking back at the wall. She could remember flashes of bright red and her husband falling to the ground. She could remember being taken away. She ran, found her husband’s grave and took him home. After that, she wasn’t sure.
“I want to know why,” the man said sternly. “Why did you kill them with the axe?”
Bernadette took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
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Male werewolf x female character - Chapter One (sfw)
Hello lovely folks! Thank you so much to those of you who contributed to the post which somehow now has over two hundred notes, indicating your interest in this story! I only hope I can live up to your expectations!
Here is Chapter One, in which our protagonist leaves the city behind on a whim and travels north to a cabin retreat in a small town. I promise we’ll meet our werewoofer protagonist soon. If you can believe it, I’ve got nearly 10,000 words of this written already, though not all of it is in the order it will be told, unfortunately, so I’ve still got my work cut out for me, but I’m feeling good about writing again, which is fun. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it, and will consider reblogging it and letting me know if it’s headed in the direction you hoped! It’s become a rather personal project for me, so I hope you’ll be kind at the very least!
And so, without further ado and a-waffle here is Chapter One:
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She might very well have been a good deal warmer with the car’s sputtering little heater cranked all the way up, but the scent of pines and the crisp, mountain air beyond was too delicious to shut out after what felt like years of recycled office air and polluted city streets. So instead, shifted her old VW into fifth and let the curves of the wide road take her through the forest, with wild, damp, green-tinged air whipping in through the windows and tangling her hair into a matted brown bird’s nest.
The thing about this holiday was that she hadn’t even intended to take one at all until three days earlier, when she’d booked a tiny cabin in the woods on a whim, without telling anyone that she’d done it.
They would have thought she’d gone completely off the rails if she’d brought it up anyway — most of her friends already seemed to think as much after she’d quit her job seemingly out of nowhere two weeks ago.
And yet, this was the first thing to feel truly ‘right’ in months.
The mess of the past year seemed as inconsequential as the previous bend in the road now, and she vowed silently as she entered the quaint little town of Pinewatch, with her car boot full of walking gear and waterproofs, that she was damn well going to enjoy herself for a change. This was going to be something purely, completely, and entirely, for her.
In person, the town itself felt even smaller than it had looked on Google Maps as she slowed to drive up the main street, but she couldn’t keep the grin off her face. It was perfect. Old houses and wooden shop fronts lined the road, with cafes and a traditional looking bar dotted amongst more practical businesses like a grocery store, post office, and doctor’s.
Spotting a space, she parked the red VW up outside a veterinary clinic and stretched the muscles of her back and shoulders out, letting them pop and creak blissfully after a three hundred mile drive north. Outside, an older lady with a Pomeranian left the clinic and began their tottering way up the street together with almost matching gaits.
Glancing at the time on her phone, she scrunched her nose up and sighed. A couple of hours too early yet to check into the little cabin just outside the town, she locked her car and meandered along the pavement in the sunshine, thinking vaguely of grabbing a coffee and something to eat to kill the time.
After browsing in the windows of a few artisan craft shops though, she found herself at the end of the main street — the length of which seemed to be the extent of the town. A metal sign just a little way ahead announced the Information Centre for the National Park which stretched around the town in a dark green blanket for miles in all directions, and with another hour to go, she figured she might as well check it out.
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