by Casey Morgan
The audience ooohed and awwed at the display. I heard my mom and dad chide me gently, but I didn’t care. I rushed off with my men, away from the wedding reception that was now starting. We could go back later. The festivities would last all night.
While my husbands had recently joined the Love’s Hollow pack and had recently made some deals to increase tourism to Love’s Hollow and usefulness by offering their potions in more stores, and on a custom basis, all of that could wait. For now, I just wanted to have another piece of them.
We ran away from the wedding party until we were halfway between my home and their mansion. There, right on the other side of those wrought iron gates, I dragged them behind the most beautiful, oldest tree on the property, and pulled my dress up.
On my hands and knees in the grass, I pulled down my frilly white underwear and spread my legs for them.
“I’m ready for babies, you two,” I said.
I felt my pussy ache in anticipation. It was wet, and I was anxious. Just from the sound of a zipper being unzipped, I was ready.
Embry bent down first. He kissed my ass cheeks before spreading them and gliding his fingers up and down my legs. He slipped his cock in between my folds before pressing it gently inside my pussy. Once I was full of him, he rotated his shaft like a sexy, silky cork, hitting all of my pussy walls and making me twitch with pleasure.
“I think I can do that, Mrs. Grayfur.” He purred my new name, beginning to thrust his cock gently in and out of me. As he worked, he let a finger come down on my clit and rubbed. “I am the potions master, after all. I excel at making new things, and we have plenty of chemistry.”
Tyler stepped in front and to one side of me. His cock was already out of his slacks and gaining thickness with each fast, rough touch of his hand. He stroked in time with Embry’s rhythm, giving me breathy, blushing kisses.
“If anyone can put a little magic in you,” said Embry, growing faster and more urgent with his motions, “it’s me.”
“Me too,” his younger brother agreed.
Embry grabbed onto my shoulders and rode me harder, grunting as he came. His cock spasmed, filling me with his seed. Seed that I hoped would become our child.
I heard Tyler’s cute breath catch. I heard him growl, as Embry’s cock slipped out of me. The older brother shimmied over to my front, offering his slick cock for me to clean with my tongue.
As I sucked Embry, Tyler pressed his hard dick into my waiting pussy. A few wild, happy pumps from him, and I thought I was going to faint.
“I’m gonna give you enough good stuff to make twins,” he promised.
“Quadruplets,” added Embry, gliding further down my throat.
The potions master’s finger came back down on my heaving, shuttering clit, and I felt myself coming, spraying, but in the sweetest, most pleasurable way. Crying out in joy, my whole body quivered for my men.
“Enough children to fill that mansion with all those little feet.” With that last word, Tyler came, filling me with his seed that mixed with his brother’s. He held me close after, not eager to leave my body and pumping slowly, lovingly.
“And they’re all going to learn our secret art and be an institution in Love’s Hollow,” announced Embry slipping out of my mouth, elbowing his brother out of the way, and pushing inside my pussy again before Tyler’s cum was even dry. “And their mama, she’s going to be the most beautiful and rare sprite in this whole place.”
Embry kept his finger on my clit, rubbing fast and furiously, matching his motions inside me. I screamed, feeling my hips and legs turning to jelly.
Tyler bit down on my ear, grunting as he turned me onto my side and thrust his dick into my slick asshole. “And those babies, they’re going to be special, too. Not recluses, like we were, us Grayfur’s. Just rarities.”
The two brothers pumped in and out of both my holes, giving me such pleasure that I could barely hold my body up or think. I let their muscles take my weight, reaching my hands out along the ground above my head, and blissful staring up at the twinkling stars.
Rocking between my husbands’ hard thrusts, all I could think of was how lucky I was. I thought my life as a sprite was going to be boring. But in a land where magic was every were, I had found the greatest magic of all: love.
THE END
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Chapter One
Tina
“Well, I finally did it!” I announce after just walking into the front door of the small apartment I share with my best friends, Olivia and Leslie.
The three of us roommates, we couldn’t be more different. I’m a witch. I’ve lived here in Love’s Hollow my whole life. Same with Leslie, though she is a werewolf. Olivia is the exception. She’s the “transplant” as we like to call her. She’s all human, that girl, but it’s the fascination she has with our kind — magical and mystical creatures — that drew her here.
Love’s Hollow in upstate New York is a small town which is safe haven for magical creatures. For centuries there was a spell cast on the town to keep regular humans away, but that went south a few years back and the solution was to mix magic and humans. So, the majority of the population is still folks like me, but humans are taking notice and moving in. It’s a bit of a change and a struggle for us all, but we also have a booming tourist trade now. Something I want to capitalize on.
Olivia, true to her bookish nature, is in the living room/office, working on her computer. She is probably writing on her latest fantasy story. One that I suspect is heavily based on her own experiences like: finding out that there was more than meets the eye after going to a super-secret club, called the Dimond Club, filled with creatures of legend and lore; falling in love with the magic aesthetic as much as the idea; and moving here.
“Finally did what?” she asks me, continuing to type away. I hear rap music pulsing lightly out of her headphones.
“I finally left my job with Gwendolyn,” I say, still barely able to believe it myself.
Gwendolyn was my boss at The Lucky Spell Pot, a bar where I was a waitress for years. She found love and I changed jobs to be her nanny. But after working with her sweet kids for over a year, I finally did it. I told her I needed to move on, to do something else with my life while I was young and full of energy.
I’ve always wanted to do something with my magic, my talent with it, instead of just doing a normal job. For as long as I can remember, I have had a way with telling people’s fortunes. When I touch someone and concentrate, I usually get flashes or glimpses of their future. It’s something I think I can use to help the community and myself.
“It was hard to do,” I added, closing the front door behind me.
“Did I hear right?”
Leslie comes out of the kitchen. She’s covered in flour, sugar, and chocolate. She’s probably in the middle of baking sweetbread or cookies, more than any of us can eat — more than all of Love’s Hollow can eat, I’d bet. But I don’t blame her. If I suddenly lost my job at a bakery due to a fire, not my own choice, I’d be falling to pieces too.
She pushes back a piece of her long, black hair behind her ear. “Did I hear you left your position with Gwen?”
“Yeah.”
Her golden eyes sparkle at me, but not nearly as much as her pearly-white teeth. Her beautiful, deadly edges, even out of wolf form.
“So, you finally took me up on my advice, huh?”
I shrug, remembering how long Leslie’s been after me about leaving the drudgery behind, and pursuing my natural talents. “Yeah, it was time.” Out of habit, I sweep back my long, wavy blonde hai
r. “You know what they say.”
In my nose, I can smell the cookies beginning to rise. The dough is beginning to brown. With Leslie and her sensitive nose, you never have to worry about things being over or undercooked. It’s one of the high points about having a werewolf roommate.
“I do,” says Leslie. “Why do you think I was bugging you about striking out on your own, girl? To cure my boredom?” We both laugh, but I see a serious glint in her eye. “It’s obviously why I’m baking. My boredom.” She checks the oven out of the corner of her eye, saying, “Searched for more jobs today. Applied for near everything I could, but I’m not sure if anything’s going to pan out.”
“I’m sure it will. You just have to have faith and optimism,” I tell her.
“No,” says Olivia, looking up from her computer and over at us. “What you gotta have is magic. Quit being so pedestrian. There are so many things I could solve with magic, but sadly”— she actually turns around, pushes her large, boxy glasses back on her beautiful face — “I don’t have magic. I have no ability to even learn to do a simple ritual.”
“It’s not like magic solves everything, you know,” I say, actually tiring of her bitterness in this way. “Like me, for instance. I’d really like to open my own fortune-telling shop”— Olivia smiles knowingly, since she was the first to know what I really dreamed of doing, before I ever imagined I’d be strong enough to strike out on my own — “but it’s not like magic can solve my money problems.”
In that moment, my brain shorts out.
“Wait!”
Well, that’s not necessarily true. There are wealth rituals and money spells. But they’re not instantaneous. They’re also not a completely lost cause, I think, leaving my roommates in the main room while I go search for a specific magic book of mine in my bedroom. One my mother made me promise never to use unless I really couldn’t avoid it. Might be worth a shot. If it works, money is not going to be an issue. Then it’s just retail space and setting up my client base. Under these thoughts, I find the book I’m looking for — a green and gold colored grimoire — grab the rest of the materials I need to work the magic (candles, herbs, sacred objects), and hurry back out to the living room.
When I get there, Leslie and Olivia are both away from their stations, though the more surprising one is Olivia. Usually, nothing can pull her away from her precious writing.
“I’ll help you where I can,” says Leslie as I lay out all of my gear for the spell, open the book to the right page, light the candles, and begin following the beginning of the ritual. “I’m not a witch like you, but I’ve got some power I could lend you.”
She gives me a piece of her dark hair. As she plucks it off her head, it becomes Wolf in nature. Super powerful. I take it and weave it in with my own, so I can feel the natural transformative power she is lending me.
“I’ll watch,” says Olivia, sounding green with envy. “Maybe I’ll find something useful for my book.”
I nod at her, but I’m not really paying attention. I’m focusing on intoning the words of my spell; getting the inflection and pronunciation just right. This spell is not one I’ve ever done before, and with good reason. Summoning wealth and riches takes power, but also has a high chance of backfiring. You have to have a certain level of selfishness and ruthlessness to make it really work, and I don’t think I’m that kind of girl.
As I bring up the last phrases of the spell, I can already feel something going wrong. The candles blew out first, too soon, signaling to me that the power is about to radically change. The herbs and liquids in the cauldron immediately take on that energy. They begin to bubble and froth, and before I can stop the power — close the circle — it’s bubbling over. When I asked for abundance, I got it all right.
I grab the cauldron and rush it too the sink before more of the spell spills over on to the carpet. The bubbly contents run down the drain and out of my life forever.
“Looks like that was a bit too much to ask for,” I say, as I help clean up my own mess. “I don’t even know why I bothered.” I have a shy, embarrassed smile on my face.
“Anything’s worth a shot. You always tell me that,” says Leslie. She’s quiet a moment. Then, “You know, you could always get a loan.” She leaves me to tend to the oven.
I follow her, curious. “A loan?”
“Yeah. This werewolf — Ryder Strongpaw, he’s been known to loan money to people who really need it. Magical creature and human alike. He has his own business helping other business get started.”
I know of the Strongpaw brothers: Ryder and his brother Gray. Nearly everyone does in Love’s Hollow. They are both successful businessman, who are vying for the Alpha position of the Love’s Hollow werewolf pack. Gray is a hunting and tour guide for the rich humans who like to come to our little town.
“You should go pay Ryder a visit,” Leslie continues. “I think he might really like your idea of opening a fortune-telling shop. By a real, bona fide witch, no less.”
I laughed at the way she hammed it up while taking out her baked goods. “Sure.”
“I’m serious, girl,” she says. “That kind of thing could be good for his business, so who knows? He might back you like that.” She snaps her fingers.
“I guess I’ll go get ready to see him,” I say, already running through some clothing options in my mind and the makeup I’m going to put on when I go ask for a loan. I head toward my room, taking my magic-working supplies with me.
It really can’t hurt, I tell myself, going into my room, stowing my sacred objects, and beginning to undress, if I play my cards right, if I sell him on the good points, I might get lucky….
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This book is part of my Love's Hollow Auctions series, which are set in the same world and can be read individually, but are best enjoyed together. The books in the series are as follows:
Sold To The Wolves: Paranormal Ménage Romance
Auctioned to the Alphas: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Bought By The Beasts: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Purchased by the Pack: Paranormal Reverse Harem Romance
Possessed by Their Powers: Paranormal MFM Ménage Romance
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