“You fool!” The Hooded Bitch was grappling him, every bit as naked as he was and back to her normal form, with purple eyes and purple hair.
“Whoa…” Felix blinked, his eyes focusing in the darkness. The Hooded Bitch had a nice body, slender, with breasts that were almost too large for her frame.
“You think that turning into a beast will save you from me?” she asked. Her voice had a sensual quality to it, almost as though she was purring the words out, rather than speaking them.
She slid her crotch, her naked crotch, against Felix. He had an erection, but whether it was from the beast form or his opponent, he couldn’t guess. She found it and lowered herself down, sheathing her cunt onto it without giving him a chance to object.
“Whoa!” said Felix. “Hold on! Hey, you, you…”
“Jesamar…” purred the woman. “You may call me Jesamar, wolfbound. You shall serve my cause well.”
Felix opened his mouth to tell her to get bent, but all that came out was a low moan of pleasure. She felt amazing against him. Her body seemed to shift under his touch. He grabbed her butt and felt it expand outward. Her breasts, in the same way, jiggles with a mystical, unreal quality.
“Stop this!” shouted Felix. “This is… insane.”
“Do you really want me to stop?” Jesamar gyrated her hips, grinding herself into his cock and sending pulses of pleasure and lust through him. Felix gave in instantly, taking her by the waist and thrusting with desperate urgency.
Her cunt, like the rest of her, was a malleable thing. It gripped his cock almost like a mouth, sucking and contracting to squeeze and please. Felix rolled her underneath him and began to slam into her with the remnants of his beast energy. Jesmar let out a wicked laugh, and shame coursed through him.
“Yes…” she whispered. “Whatever your thinking is indeed the case. I have won. You have lost.”
“No!” Felix wanted to attack her, to take her by the neck and take the encounter back into territory he could understand. Instead, he groped at her breasts and thrust into her fast, caught under whatever strange spell she’d cast upon him.
“I can do more with magic then you could ever understand,” said Jesamar. “You will serve me well, indeed. Your essence is powerful, wolfbound, and you would make a halfway decent lover, with enough training.”
Felix pounded into her faster. Jesamar laughed and ran her hand across his cheek. She pulled his face toward hers and kissed him. Felix felt energy being sucked out of him as their lips touched, Jesamar somehow managing to steal his very vitality.
“Mmmm…” she whispered. “That’s quite good. But I know what would be even better.”
She pushed him off her and pinned his thighs to the ground. Felix’s body burned with hot, erotic energy. He watched as she slowly brought her lips down to his tool and began to suck.
She had him. Her victory was complete and definitive, and even Felix wanted it to happen. He watched the witch, the sorceress, the shapeshifter, whatever she was, suck on the tip of his erection, slowly taking his entire length into her mouth and throat without any trouble.
He moaned and ran a hand through her hair. It was soft, too soft. He sensed the magic at work and hated himself for being a victim to it. He thought of Stella, and of Dani and Gwen, and of what would happen if he gave up.
“No!” he roared. Felix pulled away from her, his cock slipping free of her mouth and into the supernaturally warmed air of the tunnel. Jesamar flinched back, clearly surprised, and didn’t react in time as he lunged forward.
What Felix intended to do was to pin her to the ground, to keep her held there while hoping for a miracle. Jesamar let out an annoyed gasp, and then flinched away as his cock probed into her cunt’s entrance.
“Give… give into me,” she said, a little weakly. “Do not fight my control. Just… give in to it.”
She sounded more as though she was pleading with him then giving a demand or an order. Something clicked in Felix’s head, and he took the thread and ran with it.
“No,” he said. “It’s your turn to give in to me!”
He slid his cock into her, keeping her held tightly against the ground. Jesamar let out a whimper. The flow of energy shifted. Before, she’d been using her magic to sap away at his energy. Now, the flow had been reversed.
“Oh yeah,” whispered Felix. “That’s good.”
He began slamming his cock into her, building into a deliberate rhythm. Jesamar cried out in pleasure, the sound of sex echoing off the walls of the tunnel.
“You… how?” cried Jesamar. “This can’t be!”
“Mmmm…” moaned Felix. “I think it can be.”
He fucked her faster, feeling a laugh form on his lips. Jesamar’s breasts began to shrink. She was still feminine in her innate appearance, but the energy of her sexuality began to fade, like a siren without a song.
Felix felt the orgasm building in his loins and reached for it, pushing into her faster and adjusting the angle for his pleasure. Jesamar was quivering underneath him, clearly enjoying what he was giving her whether she wanted to or not.
“Please…” she whispered. “Don’t… Not inside me!”
Felix laughed, part of him wondering just what would happen if he did. Would she lose all of her magic? Would she turn into a puff of smoke?
He didn’t get a chance to find out. Just as he began to cum, Jesamar flung herself away from him in a last, desperate surge of energy. He tried to follow after her, but ecstasy blasted through him like an explosion, pleasurable shrapnel sapping at his will to fight.
She made it to the tunnel’s entrance and disappeared in a puff of purple mist. Felix swore under his breath. He knew, at last, where the mayor had gone, and why the bloodtrance had led him to the train tunnel.
Two white wolves stood in the snow just beyond the lip of the tunnel. Felix looked at them for a moment, feeling a little confused, and then realized that he was standing in front of the young twins, Breeze and Windy. He blushed and hurried to pull his clothes on.
“Were the two of you, uh, watching all of that?” he asked.
Both wolves nodded. They both looked a little embarrassed, or at least the canine equivalent of it.
CHAPTER 26
Felix moved as fast as he could, not back to the den, but to the tower. Windy and Breeze followed behind him at a short distance. It was dark enough for the stars and a strip of Northern Lights to be visible, the colors and light tendrils of the latter giving the night a distinctly alien feel.
It took him a little over an hour at his quick pace to make it to the outside of the tower. Trent’s helicopter was gone, and Felix flashed back to their last encounter. He didn’t feel bad for the man, but a part of him shamefully acknowledged that he’d been at least partially right in his assessment. Felix was one of the wolves now, even if he hadn’t joined up with their group.
He pulled the metal door at the bottom of the tower open and took a tentative step inside. Windy and Breeze waited outside of range of Stella’s wards, though Felix assumed that they were probably still down from the last activation that morning.
Surprisingly, there was a small crowd of people gathered in the lobby, Stella among them. Felix frowned, taking a few confused steps forward. When Stella saw him, her face flickered across several different emotions, settling into an easy smile. She walked over to him.
“You did it,” she said. “Felix… I can’t explain what this means to our community. You’ve done something that I won’t forget.”
Felix stared at her, dumbfounded. He looked back toward the crowd, a few familiar faces parting enough to reveal Mayor Senhaji at the center of it. The old man was shaking hands and laughing, a grin on his face so wide that it threatened to split in two.
“Stella…” Felix shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, slowly. “You don’t understand. I didn’t find the Mayor, I found a-“
“Felix.” Mayor Senhaji turned, looking through the rest of the crowd and focusing his atten
tion onto him. “It’s good to see you back, son.”
Felix flinched back. His stomach twisted, and he could only stare at the Mayor. Accusing him openly would do nothing more than make the townspeople think he’d gone insane, most of them too ignorant of the supernatural world to be able to comprehend the truth.
“Ah, yeah,” said Felix. “It’s really good to be back. I think the town is going to be needing me.”
“Oh, of course,” said Mayor Senhaji. “But then again, a photographer like you probably needs to get on the road eventually.”
“Not yet,” said Felix. His throat felt dry. “Certainly not yet.”
The Mayor smiled at him, a cold smile that chilled him to the bone. Felix had zero doubt in his mind. He had no proof, either, but the pieces fit too well together for his analysis to be anything other than the truth.
“Felix?” whispered Stella. “What’s wrong?”
Felix grabbed her shoulder and gently pulled her over to the corner of the room. He kept a disarming smile on his face, worried that if Mayor Senhaji, if Jesamar was watching, it might set her off.
“That’s not the Mayor,” he whispered. “That’s a shapeshifter.”
Stella blinked and shook her head in surprise.
“That… can’t be,” she said. “I don’t sense anything from her. That would mean…”
She froze, running through the scenario in her head.
“Oh my god,” she said. “That’s why the mayor disappeared when he did.”
“What?” Felix raised an eyebrow at her. Most of the crowd was beginning to dissipate, and the mayor had already left.
“He claims that he took one of the snowmobiles out on an impromptu trip to the city far south of here,” said Stella. “And that he just happened to have mechanical trouble when he got there and no means of getting in touch with us.”
“It’s all a lie,” said Felix. “I’m sure of it.”
“It also matches up with the time period that Trent was here for,” said Stella. “Mayor Senhaji said hello, and that was the last anyone saw of him.”
“Of course,” said Felix, with a nod. “She probably thought that she could fool you, but fooling Trent as well would have been near impossible.”
“She?” asked Stella.
“Jesamar, the shapeshifter,” he said. “I fought her.”
He hesitated, deciding against mentioning his bloodtrance, or any specifics of the fight. Stella’s face went pale.
“Did you say… Jesamar?” she asked.
Felix nodded, and she swore under her breath.
“We’re going to have to play this carefully,” she said. “I know of this witch. She’d kill the entire town if it looked like it would give her a tactical advantage.”
“What?”
“I don’t know what she’s doing here,” said Stella. “But it’s safe to assume that she views everyone in the tower as her hostage.”
Felix gritted his teeth. He swore under his breath and turned in a slow circle, considering his options. When he faced Stella again, she was holding something out toward him. A small bottle, full of something he’d nearly forgotten about.
“Antibiotics,” she said. “I loathe helping the enemy, but if you hadn’t told me what you did, the situation here would be dire.”
Felix took it from her, immediately thinking of Gwen in her condition. He nodded a bow of thanks to Stella and rushed back outside.
Windy and Breeze were still waiting where he’d left them. Felix waved to one of them, trying to signal her to turn back to human form. It took a couple of seconds, but a shy, tiny female form finally appeared in place of one of the wolves.
“Here,” he said. “These are for Gwen. Tell the denmother, er, Nalya, to follow the directions on the bottle.”
Windy, or possibly Breeze, nodded to him.
“I can’t go back with you yet,” said Felix. “I need to help my friends here, in the tower.”
The tiny girl nodded and then did something unexpected. She took a step forward and gave Felix a hug. The other wolf transformed into human form, and suddenly both Breeze and Windy were hugging him, their soft, girlish bodies wrapped around his, heads barely reaching above waist level.
“I’ll be back,” he said. “I promise. It might take a while, but I’ll be back.”
The girls pulled away from him and took off into the distance. Felix watched them go.
THE END
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FREE EXCERPT FROM FORBIDDEN MAGIC
CHAPTER 1
The bus lurched over a large pothole as it took the last turn into the station. Victor jerked out of sleep, kicking the seat in front of him as his body snapped into wakefulness. The man sitting next to him gave him an odd look, but Victor’s eyes didn’t waver from the scene outside his window.
Undercliff City. It’s been so long, I barely even remember it.
It was a particularly dark night, with enough cloud cover to block out the nearly full moon. In downtown Undercliff, amidst the corridor of skyscrapers, bars, and clubs, the city always felt alive. The bus was dropping Victor off on the outskirts, near the eponymous cliffs, where most of the houses and buildings were either condemned or well on their way.
Victor ran a hand through his dark, curly hair as the station came into view. He was tall and lanky, to the extent that the bus’s undersized seat was a bit uncomfortable for his legs. A sharp chin and dark eyes made his features look brooding and a bit mysterious, or at least, he liked to think.
The bus doors opened with a vacuum sealed whoosh. Victor's fellow passengers began standing up and politely queuing for their turn to get off. Most of them were shabby, people that looked like they were coming home, rather than just visiting.
Am I just visiting? I don’t have a home anymore.
He stood up when it was his turn to join the line running down the aisle and felt a hot flash hit him like a stiff slap in the face. Victor coughed into the crook of his arm and managed a few unsteady steps forward as his stomach twisted, and cold sweat pooled on his forehead.
It was why he was there, and what it all came back to. Victor was sick in a way that no doctor could help with, in a way that no nineteen-year-old should be dealing with on their own. The one person who held the clue to his treatment lived here, in Undercliff City, the diamond that never fully escaped the rough.
“You okay, kid?”
The bus stop was a small roundabout with a single building in the center and a large parking lot next to it. Victor was leaning up against the rectangular sign that detailed all of the connecting routes. A man smoking a cigarette stood next to him.
“…Fine,” he murmured. “Never been better.”
The man laughed. Victor’s skin felt hot, as though all of the tiny hairs had burned to the root.
Do I look as bad as I feel?
The man standing next to him pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and offered one. Victor accepted it, puffing it to life on the man’s lighter. He hated the taste of nicotine and smoking in general, but his nerves wer
e desperate for a distraction. After a few long drags, he felt himself relax a little.
“You’re not from around town, are you?” asked the man.
Victor shook his head.
“So why’d you come here?” The man coughed and tapped his cigarette, knocking a bit of ash from the tip. “Undercliff City sucks.”
“Bird watching,” said Victor. “Figure I’d see if I could spot myself a blue tailed bobby.”
The man broke out into raspy chuckles. Victor thanked him for the cigarette and watched as he wandered off into the dark, dreary parking lot.
Why did I come here?
He reached down to his tan messenger bag, the only physical baggage he’d brought with him. Technically, it was his father’s, though the distinction didn’t matter much to him anymore.
He unzipped the front pocket and fumbled through it with one hand until his fingers closed on paper. It was a picture, a picture of a woman. And she was the real reason why he’d come to Undercliff City.
Lucy Wilson. Dad’s old assistant.
The picture was old, from the early days of digital cameras, and printed on plain white paper. The woman in it was young, maybe four or five years older than Victor was now. She was also strikingly attractive, with dark blonde hair, crystalline blue eyes, and a body that looked like it belonged on a pinup model.
Towering over her at the side was Victor’s father, John. He had one arm around the petite woman’s shoulders and was almost smiling. Victor had rarely seen his father smile in all the time that he’d known him, and it seemed fitting.
Thunder rumbled in the distance. Tendrils of fog swept through the bus station from the southern cliffs, and rain began to fall in slowly accelerating droplets. Victor scowled and leaned over to put the photo away.
A few raindrops managed to beat him to the punch, scoring wet strikes on the picture that marred the low-quality ink. Victor gritted his teeth together and slid it into his pocket. The effect of the nicotine was wearing off, and he could feel another heat flash coming on, brewing in the tips of his fingers and toes.
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