Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  A very very dangerous creature. And they were headed straight for the nearby village, and the annual festival was today. She took out a grey dust like powder from a small pouch hanging by her side. She threw it onto herself. It immediately clung everywhere on her, completely covering her. It would mask her scent from it, but it would do nothing for camouflage, being light grey, almost white, in color. She took a deep breath and started to follow the tracks silently. She only hoped she could reach it before it ran into someone.

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  He had decided to skip going to the celebration that was held in the square every year. He couldn't get that girl out of his head. Katala. He loved the sound of her name on his tongue. He wanted to see her again but she didn't live in the village and nobody knew anything about her. He walked through the forest, off the path. He wished he could see her one more time.

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  So close. The beast stalked through the undergrowth unaware that it was being followed. She raised my bow, aimed . . . SNAP! An animal right by her stepped on a twig and the crack resounded throughout the whole forest. She cringed. It whipped around and the two long tail like things on either side of it's head where it's ears should have been whipped forward and shot a spike out of the hole in the tip of them. She dodged one of them by jumping sideways and catching a branch, and swinging up, letting go and flipping once before landing on the branch.

  She raised her bow and shot in the flash of an instant. It struck the heart before the creature could dodge because of the lighting fast speed at which she shot it. It died instantly and that's when she felt it. One of the spikes had grazed her arm. Lovely. She hopped down from the branch, collected both spikes it had shot at her, covered the beast so she could collect it later for it's skin and sharp poison claws, and ran back to her willow tree home. She knew she wouldn't get far though. The spikes were poison and since the creatures weren't native to this land, of course she hadn't brought the antidote with her. It was just a scratch, the spike had only grazed my skin, but it was enough to break the skin, however little, and she wouldn't die but she would be knocked out for a couple hours.

  Actually, it didn't matter how severe the wound, she couldn't die, and she owed that to her immortality and automatic healing. She once had her head cut off because of a creature with a saw like blade made out of bone attached to its tail. It took her an hour for her body to find her head. No joke. She had to cut her head off many times after that to practice being able to retrieve it with lightning skills for future reference. Not fun. She snapped out of it. She could not risk being seen by someone, even if the elven council was long destroyed after the slaughter of her people, her trust in others had dangerously decreased to the point where a simple hug would be seen as a threat if she didn't still have her brains with her. Her sprinting had rapidly decreased to a fast jog, her feet stumbling and creating noise. If her face wasn't already cringing from the effort of staying awake long enough to get somewhere that she could find cover, it would be cringing again.

  She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep moving, the world was starting to tilt and spin. She burst into a small clearing, dropping to her knees, falling over, and blacking out.

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  Axel turned around, listening. The sound of clumsy footsteps filling the small clearing he had been sitting in, lying against the rock. All of a sudden, who should burst through the trees but Kata herself. She stumbled, dropping to her knees and falling over, lying still. Alarmed, Axel jumped up and rushed over to her. He dropped to his knees and rolled her onto her back. Her hand fell away from a deep scratch on her arm. It looked bad. She was still breathing, her breaths normal if not a little ragged. She obviously fainted. Axel's eyes narrowed and he looked at the scratch again. Or maybe she had fainted because of some injury from a magical creature. She had her bow and arrow so maybe she was hunting and Axel had heard of some magical creatures that could knock out their victims through injury that secreted a poison to knock them out. He wouldn't have thought that Kata would be one of the victims though

  . He thought she might shoot the creature before it could knock her out. He gathered her in his arms and started to carry her to his small house in the middle of the forest. Her head fell against his chest, underneath his chin. He would have enjoyed it very much if not for the fact that he was only carrying her because she was obviously hurt and had either fainted from some unseen injury or because she had just fainted and he suspected it was the first choice. She didn't strike him as the weak kind. When he reached the house he kicked his door open, walked up the stairs and laid her down gently in his bed. She looked so peaceful, and beautiful. Axel left, closing the door behind him, to get a chair so he could sit outside the room and wait for her to wake up.

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  She woke up in a soft bed, and . . . wait a second. Soft bed? She shot up and looked around. In a strange bed, in a strange room, in as strange house who knows where. She jumped up quietly, grabbed her bow and arrow and snuck out. Just as she was about to go down the stairs . . .

  "Hey your awake."

  She whipped around and aimed her arrow. Axel jumped back, raising his hands.

  "Woa. It's okay. It's me Axel, remember?" he said, a little tense, eyeing the arrow pointed at his chest. She guessed it was because she whipped her bow and arrow up in the blink of an eye, leaving little to the imagination as to how fast she could shoot it, and had it aimed at his heart. She lowered it. Of course she still remembered Axel. She went hunting because she couldn't get her mind off him and now she was somewhere in the forest in HIS house with HIM. How ironic. She knew she was still in the forest because she could smell it even from inside this house.

  "You stumbled into the clearing and fainted so I brought you to my house. I cleaned your wound and sat outside this door waiting for you to wake up."

  She remembered now. She put her arrow back in her quiver and slung her bow on her shoulder.

  "Right. Well, I need to get back now. Thanks for not leaving me out in the open, and um, cleaning my little scratch."

  "Little?" he said, eyebrow raised. "It was pretty deep."

  "It was nothing. Nothing I couldn't handle." She said, standing up straighter.

  "Right except for the fact that you were unconscious and all." He said, smiling with amusement. She felt my anger start to rise.

  "Yes well, once again I could have handled it. The day I can't deal with being unconscious for a little while is the day I stop knowing how to take care of myself like I have been for the last couple of years." She said stubbornly. He laughed.

  "Yea, well that's the other thing. You were out for a few days. Three to be exact." He watched her eyes widen with an amused smile.

  "Damn," she said to myself. "I must have gotten scratched by that spike harder than I thought for me to have gotten poisoned enough to be knocked out for three days." Axel's brows shot up. Poisoned? Spikes? He was starting to get the impression that there was more to this girl than meets the eye. She glanced up at him, realizing she had spoken aloud. Time to go.

  "Well thanks anyways. I really have to be going though." She turned around and started to walk away. She tried her best not to wobble or stumble, since the after effects had her feeling dizzy. No such luck. She was dangerously close the top of the stairs when she started to sway as she walked, leaning to the left a little. She stumbled. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against a strong body before she could fall down the stairs. The smell of smoke, the smell you get when you sniff a firecracker that just went off, enveloped her.

  Mixed with it was the smell of leather, and masculine smell. It was the most enchanting smell she ever smelled before.

  "I don't think you're well enough to leave just yet." He said into her ear, smiling, his mouth right next to it. She shivered. She had never felt this way before around a guy. He made her heart speed up. She knew he was a shifter the minute she laid eyes on h
im. His friend was one too. It wasn't uncommon. She wondered what animal he might be.

  He felt her shiver and he could smell the tiniest bit of arousal drift up to his nose. He grinned. She squirmed to get out of his arms, but the arm wrapped around her waist tightened.

  "Oh no." he said in her ear again. "You're not leaving until I know you're well enough to leave." She fought the urge to shiver again.

  "Fine. Let me go." Axel just grinned more, then he swept her up, causing her to yelp in surprise. He carried her back into the bedroom, lying her on the bed. He looked down at her and felt his fox stir inside him. It was as big as a large wolf, like the size of a werewolf's wolf. He smiled at her. She tried to glare at him but couldn't manage because she was too busy trying not to look away from his gaze that had caught hers, because she knew she would glance at his nice slim, muscular chest, which was showing through his unbuttoned, puffy sleeved shirt.

  He had on tight black, skinny pants and was barefooted. Finally, she broke it off and looked away.

  "I'll leave you to get some more rest, since you look like you are about to fall asleep." She did, but she was still beautiful. Axel smiled at her and left.

  "Good night." He said with a devilish smile before closing the door.

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  She was wearing one of Axel's shirts and her underwear when she went to bed. And now she was naked, the sheets pushed up at the end of the bed, bearing her body to the world, with her small pert breasts with small pink nipples, toned stomach, long legs, and a shaved pussy. Axel opened the door, shirtless, still in his tight, black pants. He walked towards the bed smiling mischievously. He climbed on and crawled towards her. She crawled backwards but her back hit the head board. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him. He leaned over her and she tried to sit up but he pushed her down again, his hand staying between her breasts. His eyes were a fiery golden orange color. His other hand grazed her thigh. She felt her breath catch. Never breaking eye contact with her, he slid his hand up her thigh, past her hip, over her stomach, to underneath her breasts. He cupped her breast and she moaned softly. Slowly his thumb brushed over her nipple and she gasped.

  He leaned down, brushing her lips, his tongue darted out to lick at her bottom lip. She gasped again and he kissed her deeper, darting his tongue inside her mouth, savoring the taste of her lips and mouth. He squeezed her breasts, enjoying the moan she gave in response. He brushed his thumb over her nipple and she moaned again. He broke the kiss to watch her face as he slowly began to rub her nipple between his index finger and thumb. She gasped then moaned louder, head falling back to the side, and closed her eyes, her back arching up just a little to his touch. He kissed her lips, then trailed down and kissed under her ear, chin, and neck. Her eyes shot open as he kissed, licked, and nipped on her neck. The hand holding her down grabbed her wrists firmly and pulled her arms above her head, effectively causing he breasts to push out farther.

  He smiled mischievously and slowly nipped and kissed down to her right breast. He teased it with his breath. She couldn't stop the whimper that escaped. He looked up, watching her, as he slowly flicked her nipple with his tongue. She gasped, her gasp turning into a moan when he licked it again, slowly, staring at her and grinning mischievously the whole time. Then he kissed her nipple and slowly sucked it into his mouth. She moaned loudly, straining against his grip on her wrists, arching her back more, pushing her breast into his mouth. He sucked and nipped on it, tugging on it between his teeth and sucking again. She was writhering beneath him now. He released the breasts he was fingering to grab something on the side table. She looked at what it was, panting. It was a thin black scarf. Her eyes widened. Her heart sped up. She glanced at him. He just smiled mischievously back at her as he tied her wrists. Then he slowly sucked her other nipple into his mouth, one hand rubbing her breasts and nipple, the other caressing her soft thigh, sliding up to it and sliding back down. He moved between her legs, and laid down, careful to keep his full weight off her. His legs moved hers apart. She gasped and looked at him and he sucked on her nipple, eyes positively glowing in mischief and sexiness. He slowly released the nipple and started biting and licking down between her breasts.

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  Axel heard tossing and turning going on in the other room. He sat up and got out of bed, worried she might be trying to escape. He opened her door to find his shirt had ridded up to underneath her breasts, flaunting her toned stomach, small underwear, and long legs. He felt his fox hop restlessly inside him at the beautiful sight of her body exposed and wiggling on the bed. She moaned and whispered "Axel."

  He felt his eyes widen. She was having a dream. About him. And from the sounds of it, it was a very naughty one. He walked to the end of the bed, watching her whimper and moan. It was the most erotic sight he had ever seen. He slowly sat down and stretched a hand out to graze her leg. She gasped. He jerked his hand back but she moaned. He slowly stretched his hand out again and placed it on her leg. This time she whimpered. He felt his sly fox forming an idea in his head. He slowly smiled mischievously at the plan. He slid his hand up her thigh. She moaned but stayed asleep.

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  He slowly traveled down lower, licking and biting to her stomach. His tongue swirled in her navel, his gaze holding hers the entire time. She moaned loudly, hip jerking up and he smiled widely, smugly. Slowly he licked and nipped further down until he was right above her clit. She whimpered again and he smiled, placing his hands under her legs and lifting her up closer to his face he licked from the bottom of her slit to the top. "Ouuuuuhhhh god. Axel." She moaned. He grinned. He slowly began kissing her outer lips and thrusting his tongue into her pussy. He pressed his mouth against it and his tongue dove in, thrusting in and out, licking the sides, and swirling around inside her. She was moaning loudly, squirming against his face. "Ohhh god. Oh Axel." He smiled.

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  He carefully lifted her shirt up even more past her breasts. He sucked in a breath. They were so beautiful. He felt his fox itching to sneak out and lick them, and Axel was tempted to let him. Slowly he leaned over and licked one. She moaned and arched her back. He smiled mischievously, knowing her dream pleasure and the pleasure of real life would make this so much better an experience for her. He leaned over and slowly sucked it into his mouth. She moaned in her sleep, arching her back.

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  She was so close to something big. She didn't know what. Axel's tongue grew longer and longer until it was his fox's tongue. It hit her barrier and paused. She was so close. She was a virgin.

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  She whimpered. Axel smiled wider. Even in her dreams he was a teaser. He slowly sunk lower, tugging on her panties. He pulled them down and felt his fox struggling to surface when he saw how it was shaved. He groaned and licked it slowly. He lost all sense in his head when he tasted her sweet juice. He plunged in. She moaned and gasped, still asleep, wiggling and squirming.

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  She screamed as she came for the first time ever. Then, she woke up.

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  The feeling of being eaten was still present, even as she slowly came to. She realized it was because she was being eaten. She moaned as she watched her spiky red haired dream guy slowly eat her out. She watched through half closed eyes. Axel couldn't get enough of her taste. His tongue pulled out. He didn't want to risk her waking up. A groan reached his ears. He looked up to find her slowly open her eyes and look at him. He could see the arousal still swimming in her eyes. She whimpered. He moved up her body until her was leaning over her face. Her breath became faster as she gazed in his eyes.

  "Someone was having a good dream." He said with a knowing smirk. He smiled wider when she blushed and look away. He tilted her head back towards him. He leaned down to her ear.

  "What was it about."

  She squirmed, trying to get away, but he
placed his hand on her chest to hold her still.

  "What was it about." He asked again, grinning.

  He knew he was teasing her, but he also knew she liked it, or at least now after her dream. He wanted to know if it was about him.

  "You." She breathed out. His grin widened. "What was I doing in your dream." She swallowed.

  "You were . . ."

  "Yes?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, a smile curling his lips. She closed her eyes.

  "You were . . . kissing me." His smile could have rivaled even the chesire cat's from alice in wonderland.

  "Like this?" he asked, leaning down and brushing his lips with hers.

  When she opened her mouth tentatively his tongue darted in. His tongue tangled with hers. He broke the kiss to look at her flushed face. She meekly nodded her head. He smiled mischievously, leaning down to her ear.

  "What else did I do."

  She looked away. He tenderly gripped her chin and pulled it towards him, placing a soft kiss on her lips. "What else did I do." Silently, she took his hand and slid it up her stomach to her breast. He grinned. She had a very good dream. He squeezed her breast. She gasped, her head falling back, and moaned. He smiled again.

  "Did I play with your breasts." He whispered in her ear.

  She whimpered as an answer. He squeezed her breast and neaded it. She moaned again, arching her back.

  "You kissed my . . ."

  "Your what?" He asked. He had a very good idea what.

  "Was it your breasts." He grinned as he leaned down and kissed her breasts, licking them after each kiss. She moaned and arched her back again.