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#9 Temptations
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A Werewolf for the Witch #10 Weaknesses: Real and Imagined
Avalea When I wake up, it’s evening. I have been drifting in and out of sleep throughout the day. A couple of hours ago when I woke up briefly, I ate the bread and the cheese the Werewolf had left for me. The bread was stale, the cheese was almost moldy, but with hunger gnawing at my innards, it was the most delicious thing I had ever eaten. The light is now fading and temperature has begun to drop. I’ll have to find a way to keep myself warm. I realize now that I could have frozen to death last night. While I can use my magic to alter my body temperature, it doesn’t last too long. I know there are spells that can keep a space cool when it’s hot, and heat it up when it’s cold. They’re self-renewing spells, which means they feed on the magic in the environment once installed. Even the thought of attempting those complex spells makes me anxious. They’re beyond my magical capabilities. Last night, I survived because the Werewolf found me. Once sleep steals over one’s senses, it is
A Werewolf for the Witch #11 Impulses
AvaleaBy the Goddess, what have I done? I have actually gone ahead and kissed the Werewolf. My first kiss. I never thought my first kiss would be with a Werewolf.Temporary insanity. That’s the only reason it must have happened. Except… I want to do it again. And I don’t particularly regret it. Earlier when his lateral incisors got all sharp and the muscles in his shoulders bulged impossibly, it sent an arrow of something hot, something molten and delicious right down to my core. And I felt something else too–a knowing, an awakening, a forgotten memory trying to break through to the surface of consciousness. Something inside me is telling me I know this Werewolf. But how is that possible? I’ve never met him before. My belly quivers as my desire for him intensifies.I press a hand to my lower belly to make the sensation go away. It doesn't help. If anything, I want to kiss him more than ever when he fixes me with a hot, intense look.I swallow.I want him to take me into his arms
A Werewolf for the Witch #12 Magic and Musings
AldrichI feel myself drowning in her molten gold eyes. The discs of her pupils are growing larger. I think I scent a whiff of her arousal, but I’m afraid to inhale deeply. Going down this path is dangerous.When I’m looking at her, it’s so easy to forget about the class difference, the rules of the land, the law… just about everything. Our warmth breaths mingle and our lips part. She leans in, conveying without words what she wants. I want it too, want it so badly that my hands are trembling as I let go of her chin and extend my fingers to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. In doing so, I lean forward, my knee accidentally brushing against her injured leg, causing her to wince.I come crashing down to reality. She’s a beautiful princess, delicate like a flower. She’s probably been sheltered all her life and told to stay away from the likes of me. I’m rough, uncouth Werewolf who doesn’t know the first fucking thing about how to behave in the presence of a princess. Just now w
A Werewolf for the Witch #13 Smoldering Embers
AvaleaAldrich stepped out after ordering me to get out of my bloody clothes. The man’s moods are unpredictable. One minute he's so kind, so warm, and the next minute, he’s gruff. I want to think it’s because of the beast inside him, but I know that’s not the reason. After spending merely a few hours with Aldrich, I know with an unshakable certainty that Werewolves are not the wild, dangerous monsters we’ve believed them to be.What is more surprising is I do not fear him, or his beast. In fact, I find both his forms utterly fascinating. Just this morning when I saw the beast’s nail pop out to cut away the bit of my gown stuck to my thigh wound, I was afraid. I now know that I was afraid because I didn't know any better.What I now feel for him is… desire.My cheeks heat up as I hobble toward the sack and retrieve some clothes. Knowing what I now know, I feel a lot more sympathetic towards the witch who gave herself to that Werewolf. There’s something almost magnetic about the raw po
A Werewolf for the Witch #14 Beginning of a Friendship
AvaleaAldrich expertly lights the fire, even though there’s no kindling, with the help of a tiny burst of my magic. Although it’s a small fire, I place an invisible dome around it so that the smoke from it doesn’t fill up the small room. We share the bread and cheese, and finish the remainder of the water from the waterskin. He insists I have the larger share of our meager meal, disregarding all my protests. He has so much kindness in him, it's making my heart melt.“Don’t worry about it, Your Highness. You need to build your strength. The sooner you recover, the sooner you can leave.”He speaks the truth of course, simply putting into words what I have been thinking all along, but his words make me feel sad. He wants me gone. Of course he wants me gone, I scold myself. I would want me gone too, if the roles were reversed.“I’m sorry. I’ve imposed upon you without meaning you. I’m sure you’d rather be doing anything other than babysitting me. I’m so sorry, Aldrich,” I sniffle, tryin
A Werewolf for the Witch #15 Emotions
AldrichOnce outside the hut, I get rid of my clothes, discard them on the doorstep, and immediately shift into my wolf form. Since I’m going to be spending the night outdoors and braving the cold, I’ll have to do it in my wolf form.Does she really think I’m going to turn her over to the Council? I wish she’d trust me more.I refuse to acknowledge everything I’m feeling as my muscles bulge, bones, ligaments, tendons snap and reform. Claws shoot out of my paws, my teeth lengthening into sharp, pointed weapons that can tear into a prey without any qualms. By the time I’m covered in black, white and gray fur and my transformation is complete, the hurt I was feeling earlier has lost its edge. After a few minutes of pacing the perimeter to make sure that nobody from my pack has ventured this far, I’m left with a feeling of dull discomfort rather than hurt and anger.My wolf’s feelings aren’t as acute as the human in me. I curl up outside the door, suddenly feeling confused. My wolf’s fee
A Werewolf for the Witch #16 The Wolf and the Man
AldrichOnce outside the hut, I get rid of my clothes, discard them on the doorstep, and immediately shift into my wolf form. Since I’m going to be spending the night outdoors and braving the cold, I’ll have to do it in my wolf form.Does she really think I’m going to turn her over to the Council? I wish she’d trust me more.I refuse to acknowledge everything I’m feeling as my muscles bulge, bones, ligaments, tendons snap and reform. Claws shoot out of my paws, my teeth lengthening into sharp, pointed weapons that can tear into a prey without any qualms. By the time I’m covered in black, white and gray fur and my transformation is complete, the hurt I was feeling earlier has lost its edge. After a few minutes of pacing the perimeter to make sure that nobody from my pack has ventured this far, I’m left with a feeling of dull discomfort rather than hurt and anger.My wolf’s feelings aren’t as acute as the human in me. I curl up outside the door, suddenly feeling confused. My wolf’s fee
A Werewolf for the Witch #17 Blossoming Friendship
AldrichI swear Ava took ten years off my life, the way she was whimpering and crying in her sleep. My first thought was–somebody is magically attacking in her sleep. I don’t know if that’s even possible. I have a very limited knowledge of magic, given the strict segregation between the magical beings and us Werewolves.Pain was deeply etched on her face as she tried to ward something or somebody off, her arms flailing wildly.How was I to know that it was only a nightmare?I rub my palm over my face, trying to get my heart rate back to normal.I tried to wake her up while still in my wolf form; I tried nudging her with my snout, placing my paws on her shoulders, hoping that the weight of it would bring her back to consciousness. It didn’t work. The only other option was licking her awake. And licking felt oddly intimate. I take a few deep breaths, trying to steady my breathing. She’s apologizing again, but I’m barely able to get the words out to tell her she’s not at fault. My back
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A Werewolf for the Witch #42 Pleasure Beyond Measure
AvaleaDid Aldrich actually bite me? It hurts, but the pain feels so good. Why does it feel so good? I want more of it, more of him, more of everything. Something tells me he hasn’t even begun to pleasure me yet. Even then, I’m nearly out of my mind. I’m writhing underneath him, craving for him to make me his.He scrapes his teeth over my collarbone again, moving down, down, down. His face is nestled between my breasts. From there, he looks up, his eyes boring into me. I see the wolf inside him so clearly. It sends a fresh thunderbolt of desire right down to my core.The tight nub hidden between the folds of my sex is throbbing in earnest, begging for his touch. But Aldrich is taking his time. I want to urge him to hurry up. Something tells me he will not heed my words.His tongue darts out, circling one pebbled peak. I arch my back, begging for more. When his lips close around my nipple, I cry out his name, my hands pulling his head closer to my breast greedily. With his other hand
A Werewolf for the Witch #41 Taste of Love
AldrichI cannot believe my ears. I cannot believe what I’m about to do next.Walking into the hut and seeing Ava naked–it blew my mind. She is exquisite. I knew she was beautiful, but she is beyond beautiful. She’s ethereal. Her skin is so soft, so delicate underneath my rough hands. I fear merely touching her will leave marks. But I want to mark her, want to make her mine. I want to bite the tender flesh at the junction of her neck and shoulder, right next to her collarbone where I can see her pulse racing. My wolf is dying to be unleashed. He wants to taste her too. He wants her to be ours.I tell him it cannot happen. She can never be truly ours. The huge chasm between us because of the circumstances of our birth can never be overcome.But at this moment, I have her. That has to be enough.I smoothen out the animal-skin rug on the pallet. It is dusty from our adventure last night, and I hesitate to lower Ava on it. She’s a princess, used to all sorts of riches. I wish I could
A Werewolf for the Witch #40 A New Kind of Magic
AvaleaSomething has changed between Aldrich and I. I felt it in that stunned look he gave me when I came out of the privy, and I can feel it now, the minute he walked into the hut.He’s avoiding my gaze and looking in my direction all too much.“Is everything alright?” “Yes. Sure. Why shouldn’t it be?”Why is his voice strangely high-pitched? He is behaving really oddly. “I’ll clean the hare outside. Wouldn’t want to get it all bloody and messy here.”“I can…”He steps out.“... clean it up.”Well, that was interesting. I’ll talk to him later, when he’s ready. Meanwhile, I have a ritual to prepare for. The Blood Ritual demands that one be pure, physically and mentally. I have to cleanse. I wish I could have a real soak in a steaming tub of hot water. Unfortunately, that’s not a luxury we have. But I have my magic. I hug my middle, a huge smile on my face. I have been feeling so invincible in my own power lately. To think I was only restricting myself to what the Council allowed.
A Werewolf for the Witch #39 Stunning Realization
AldrichLast night after our little chat, we slept in each others’ arms, just holding each other.I woke up earlier than Ava, before sunrise. It feels wonderful to wake up next to her, without having to worry about rushing back to the pack. I could get used to this. With a silent sigh, I force myself to move past this feeling. Ava and I are worlds apart. It’s never going to work between us. I need to keep reminding myself that.I have been given the privilege of keeping her safe—for a short duration of time. A very short duration. No long-term plans. We just need to focus on getting through the day unharmed.For now, I need to get us food and water. There are some essentials that I brought with me yesterday: dried meat and hard flour biscuits. Both of those things taste only a little better than dirt, but they’ll help us survive if going out becomes impossible. With so many enemies after us, that time might come sooner than I expected. We are under threat from three different fronts
A Werewolf for the Witch #38 Who is a Friend and Who is a Foe?
AvaleaMy hands fly to my mouth and my eyes widen. He saw me in the trees? “How is that even possible?”Aldrich leans against the pallet, weariness etched over his face.“I thought you’d be able to tell me.”I shake my head, too shocked to speak. “Is it possible though?” He’s thinking out loud, and since my brain is still processing the shock, I do not immediately understand what he’s asking.“Is what possible?”“To have somebody impersonate you? Magically?”My brows knit as I rub a finger to my temple. “Not by using the ‘permitted’ forms of magic.”“But it is possible?”If somebody is impersonating me magically, it cannot be good. Only by using the most taboo, most forbidden forms of magic can somebody impersonate another person. And only the most powerful of witches or wizards can even generate the required magical energy. Also, there’s another important prerequisite.“It’s taboo to impersonate another person, though it is possible. But to impersonate me, this person would need m
A Werewolf for the Witch #37 Making Sense of the Impossible
AvaleaWhat did I just experience? The dry, factual description of an orgasm I’d read in the Council-approved scientific books can’t even be compared to what I just felt at Aldrich’s hands.I was born with magical blood, I practice magic every day, but this… this goes beyond magic. He incinerated me, annihilated me, destroyed me in the best possible way. I don’t have the energy to even lift a finger, but at the same time, I’m feeling so alive.Underneath all that, there’s also a tiny tinge of embarrassment. Aldrich’s hands were on my… I close my eyes and hide my face in the crook of his neck. I can’t help the smile from blossoming on my lips, however. His finger is still buried inside me.By the Goddess, this is what heaven must feel like. He pulls out his finger slowly, then pulls up my breeches and fastens them in place. Holding me close, he drops a kiss on my forehead.I peek at him through my lashes. His eyes are blazing with naked, unbridled lust. How can something that feels
A Werewolf for the Witch #36 Sex Creates Magic
Aldrich "An orgasm?" I ask, almost too shocked to even string these two words together. Ava is avoiding my eyes, staring resolutely at her toes. If it wasn't for her acute embarrassment, I would have thought she was joking. She looks adorable when her cheeks are flaming red. Placing two fingers underneath her chin, I lift it up, a tender smile curving my lips. "Hey. It's okay. We’re friends, aren’t we? You can tell me anything." As our eyes lock, her embarrassment dissipates. I press a kiss to her forehead and help her down to the ground so we are hidden by a large boulder, at least from one side. For a few seconds, I force my senses to attune to everything around me. I can't hear anything in the immediate vicinity, and I can sense no danger. Somebody led Sarah away from Ava and I. I thought I caught a glimpse of who it was, but what I saw makes absolutely no sense. Unless there was very powerful magic involved. Was Ava creating illusions unknowingly with her magic? I know
A Werewolf for the Witch #35 Darkness and Dark Energy
AvaleaI’m lost in my own head plotting the Skycharts when Aldrich shifts back into his human form. I’m about to yelp when his hand covers my mouth. He puts his finger to his lips, telling me to remain quiet. My eyes are wide and my breathing ragged. He doesn’t have to tell me he has sensed danger. I can see it in every taut line on his face, every hard angle of his body.He leans down until his lips are touching my ear.“We need that Cloak. Now.”I begin to object. Not enough time has elapsed before I can even attempt to tap into the Darkness inside me.“Now,” he says in a tone that doesn’t leave any scope for argument.I nod, conveying I understand.It’s difficult to focus with my heart hammering. I look into his eyes and force myself to be calm as I shift my focus from one form of magic to another that’s drastically different. My power gathers around my heart. I send tendrils of it down the blood in my veins, seeking the Darkness within. It’s there, but it’s depleted.I send a pray
A Werewolf for the Witch #34 Skycharts and Stargazing
AldrichIn my wolf form, all my senses are hyper acute. Needless to say, Princess Avalea's caress was pure torture. I must tell her, or better still, show her just how her little touches make me feel. I feel her hand on my neck as we step out of the hut cautiously. We come to a standstill right outside the door, listening. From the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, the growls and the howls in the distance, I'm able to discern with a reasonable certainty that there are at least ten Werewolves within a five-mile radius, but they're all quite far from the hut. However, to get to the hillock, we will be passing pretty close to at least two of them. I wait while Ava closes her eyes and mutters a strange-sounding incantation under her breath. I feel something incredibly soft and light wrap around us. It feels as if I'm looking at the world through a thin veil. It doesn't hamper my vision in any manner. It just feels… different. "We'll walk to the very edge of the perimeter of
