This is not the way to get her to trust you, dude.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I try to maintain my maintain the paralysis grip on Star so that Mikela can work the shifting spell on her. “Hold her,” Mikela grits out. “I’m trying! She’s fighting it!” I grind out through clenched teeth. To Star, I say, “Please, Star. We just want to help you. I promise. But I need you to shift. I need to make sure that the drugs in your system aren’t causing your human form harm. You’ve been going through detox and that’s also going to be hard as a human. We need to know who you are to help you.” She gives what I think is meant to be a snarl, but only comes out as a whimper. “Just do the shift!” I yell to Mikela. “I’m trying!” Mikela yells back. After a few more tense seconds, I feel the bones beneath Star’s body start to shift and the popping of muscle and sinew fills the air. Her shift starts off agonizingly slow as she still tries to fight off Mikela. B
The clothes smell like him and that gives me some comfort. My wolf seems to settle from the rattling that she had been causing in my head. Understandably, she had gone insane when she was forced back inside of my body and unable to shift back. It scared the shit out of me. I mean, Caleb had already explained to me that he was part witch. That was something I knew from the week that he kept coming into my room. I knew that he was capable of great things, being the son of the former High Priestess and the brother of the next High Priestess of the Mother coven. There is a lot of magick inside of him.I had no idea, though, that he could force me to shift. That he could paralyze me. That scared me. I’d been held down against my will for years. Unable to move, unable to leave. It’s been like that since my father died. Since the day that we were taken. And the fact that Caleb could do it without even breaking a sweat…it scared me.I had promised myself that I wouldn’
“Who’s such a big boy?” I coo to my son. “Who’s Mama’s big boy?” Erick shrieks and gurgles, his arms held up high. “Ick!” he cries out in his approximation of his name. “That’s right!” I beam at him, holding my arms out towards him. “Erick is Mama’s big boy! You gonna fly to Mama?” I’ve been trying to encourage him to fly further and further. Apollo came by to do Erick’s six month checkup. He’s pleased with all of Erick’s progress, but he recommended that we start working on some of his godly powers. Though there is no rush to see where his magical affinity will sprout, it is best to have him exercise his skills so that he’s comfortable when that affinity does come. Instead, he pushes himself up to his feet and starts taking wobbly, unsteady steps towards me. “Oh, baby,” I chuckle. “You’ve gotta fly.” I start to levitate off of the floor and I see his little face scrunch up in anger. “No, Mama!”
“Demi, what are you doing?” I ask as I laugh at our triplets playing together. Calix is flying through the air, trying out his wings. Is he super graceful? Not at all. Is he coordinated? Nope. But is he going higher and further than he has before? Absolutely. I’m proud of our little guy. Demetrios is pulling what looks like an invisible rope to try and pull Calix back down to the ground. He’s gaining powers left and right and Apollo, who just did their nine-month check ups seems to think that the fact that they each have two siblings with various powers have shown them different things that it is possible for them to do. Of course, the second that Brison sees what Demetrios is doing, he comes to help his brother, Calix, and jumps right on top of Demetrios. It sends Demetrios and Brison flying head over heels into a pile of pillows that I put on the floor, (JoJo loves decorative pillows), and Calix is somewhat slingshot into the air, higher t
“Yes! Snack time!” I say when I walk into the living room, seeing my family all cuddled up in front of the TV and watching Bluey. I have never really been into TV until this show. It’s cute and short and keeps my attention, which is admittedly very short. What are you going to do when you are literally known for your speed? Josefina and Alexander turn, smiling at us. Demi is the first one to turn to see us and he cries out, “Daddy! Táta!” Suddenly, all three boys are on us, either with flapping wings, flying, or running with a small growl in the back of their throat. Jacob smiles and grabs Calix and Demi, hugging them tight and kissing their heads. I pick up Brison and give him the same treatment before Jacob and I switch kids. Thy chatter at us for a few seconds before hearing another Bluey episode begin. Then they are scrambling down back to sit in front of the TV. Jacob and I make our way to our mates. While Jacob
Holy shit, this is so damn hot. Alex’s mouth on my cock, JoJo’s pussy strangling my finger sheathed inside of her. All I need is a connection to Hermes. I turn to him as she starts to settle. “Kiss me, Hermes.” He turns to me, the cocky grin that is usually on his face completely wiped away by a dazed, lust-filled look. His left hand comes around and pulls my head towards his. The kiss isn’t well coordinated. It’s sloppy and wet and exactly what I wanted. Hermes given over to his carnal desires. No attempts at being sexy, he doesn’t need them. No trying to look good and self-assured, he doesn’t need to do that either. I just need him. I moan into Hermes’ mouth as Alex sinks even lower on my cock, my finger going into JoJo all the way down to the knuckle. She moans again, low and loud. “I need a cock inside of me.” Both of us turn to her, our eyes laser focused on her. Even Alex stops moving on me and loo
I hold out my fork to Kurt for him to try a bite of couscous. “I swear, you’ll like it!” Kurt looks at my fork dubiously. “It has vegetables in it.” I roll my eyes at him. “You eat vegetables at the restaurant!” “Yeah, and they’re covered in sauce or doused in butter,” he insists, still staring at my fork. I sigh. How can he be in such amazing shape and be so anti-vegetable, I have no idea. “And this has spicy and healthy fats. I swear to you it’s good. I made it just like my Ba makes it and he learned it from his, Jida (grandmother).” He still just stares at my fork like it’s poisoned. “Fine,” I shrug my shoulders and turn the fork, popping it into my mouth. I close my eyes in bliss. Ok, I was putting on a little bit of an act, but the food really is good. And it brings to mind cooking day long feasts with Ba and JoJo, Mom at our antics, and Papa trying not to notice the mess in his kitchen. Good memori
So fucking many feelings are roiling in my gut at Ollie’s ambush at the dinner table. Shame that my family is so fucked up and I am the only one that’s able to keep the lights on and a roof above our heads. Fear that if Fati finds out that my father fucked us over so much with his gambling debt that he killed himself. And that sent my mother into a spiral of depression and anxiety so bad that it started her addiction to alcohol and pills. And now I have to take care of everything. And anger that I’ve been called onto the fucking carpet. That I don’t feel like there’s anyone that I can share this burden with, especially not Fati. She’s the one bright spot in my life. And Ollie is putting that in jeopardy. Luckily, they managed to talk themselves out of pursuing that line of questioning by getting sidetracked by talking about Fati’s triplet nephews. Fati had tried to stop them from asking questions, but that pis