“They didn’t notice you were only half…” And she’s about to say ‘man.’ I know she is. But she stops herself and thinks. “They didn’t notice that you weren’t human?”
“They did. They didn’t care. It was kind of a big deal to fuck around with a guy like me back then.”
She holds in a laugh. “Is that so?”
“And then, you know. People changed. We came to the New World. The natives here, let’s just say they weren’t fooled by any of my charms. They thought I was a demon. So then I had the caretakers work on spells that could glamour me.”
“So you could have sex.”
“Hey, you asked.”
“That I did.” She turns away from me and I get lost in her curves. Her tiny waist, her hips, the shape of her ass. And I have an urge to walk forward, press my chest against her back, lean in to her neck, and kiss her. It actually takes a lot of self-control to not do this. Pie turns back. “So. You have not been with a wood nymph for thousands of years?”
“That is correct.”
She turns the side and shoots me a coy look. “I would be the first.”
I say these words back in my head. Let them echo for a few moments before I allow myself to picture this. To imagine what it would be like to just… be me. And to have someone like me as a partner. Someone I was meant to be with. Someone who wasn’t thinking I was a freak in every awkward silence.
Because believe me, I have dreamed of fucking women in my natural state, but it comes with so many hesitations, it’s just not worth it.
If those women I’ve been with over the years ever knew what I was they would see me as a demon, just like the natives did. Or worse, an animal.
Pie clicks her tongue. “Holy hell. That was like… a lead-in, Pell. I was practically inviting you to ravish me. What the heck is going through your head right now?”
“Sorry. I was just… picturing it. Ya know?”
“You and me?” She wiggles a little, shaking her tits and hips.
“Yeah. I mean, no. Not you and me specifically. But me as me and you as… that.”
“Hmm.” Her eyes are dancing and her tone is still light. “Me as… what?”
“These hallways, they’re fucking with me or something.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Because, like I said, I’ve been up here so many times and they’ve never shown me someone like you. Like this.” I pan my hand down her gorgeous body. “And now, all of a sudden, everything is changing. You are the first female caretaker in two thousand years. And not only that, you’re… this.”
“OK. Let me stop you.” She looks confused and maybe a little hurt. “This is good or bad? I don’t understand.”
“Good.” I laugh. “Fucking fantastic. I’m…” I sigh. “So in awe of this moment.”
She points to me. “This isn’t awe, Pell. It’s… well, I don’t know what it is. But what the hell is going on?”
I cross the distance between, take her face in my hands, and look her in the eyes. “It is awe. With caution. Because if I get a taste of us like this, nothing will ever be able to compete with it.”
Her eyes search mine. And her response is low and soft. “It’s that good, is it? The way I look to you right now?”
I nod, smiling. “For me. You can’t understand. You can’t know what it’s been like to be stranded in another world where I don’t belong, but as myself.”
She reaches up and places her hand flat on my face. And then she just leans in and kisses me.
I kiss her back. Of course I do. Her tongue darts to my canine teeth, pressing against their sharpness, and I don’t know why that turns me on, but it does. It really does.
And now there is an ache building inside me. There is a longing for more.
We’re still kissing and all I can think about is how, eventually, this will end. And I never want it to end. And even though I have lived through so much, and it never ends, I just know that this moment is a finish line. And nothing will ever be the same again.
“Stop it.” Pie whispers these words into my mouth as we kiss. “Stop thinking. Just enjoy it.”
I want to. The fucking gods above know, I truly want to. And I will. I’m not going to let this one chance slip away.
But my heart is already starting to hurt when I walk her backwards, press her up against a tree, and slip my fingers between her legs.
The fur there isn’t fur. It’s skin, with just a shimmer of velvet covering. It’s as smooth as bare human skin, but better.
She moans when my fingers slip inside her. And then I return that moan with a growl of dominance when I lift her leg up and enter her as my true self. Her back arches against the tree as I reach down, hook my hands under her ass, and lift her up, pressing my body as close to hers as I can possibly get.