WANDERLUST III

by Misty Vixen

Catch up on the Wanderlust series!

WANDERLUST

WANDERLUST II

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Wanderlust, you

can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Wanderlust in its original incarnation, i.e. a collection of episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one, I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This novel covers episodes thirteen through seventeen, and includes the bonus short from Collectio Seven and the shorty story “Piper Likes It Rough” from Quickies: Wanderlust.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER IV

CHAPTER V

CHAPTER VI

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER I

Owyn finished undressing, kicking his boxers aside.

Given all the sex he'd been having lately, he sometimes wondered why he bothered putting on clothes at all. Especially considering where he was basically living now. Lying on the bed were two abnormally pale, beautiful, naked women.

They were both undead.

They'd come to live in the brothel, Suck Lust, that Owyn had pretty much moved into and he'd taken a very special liking to them. Suck Lust specialized almost exclusively in vampires, men and women, but apparently the woman who ran the place, Mistress Laura, had taken on a handful of those cursed to be undead who needed a place to stay and a job to do. And, as it turned out, in the same way that guys and girls wanted to fuck vampires, there was a niche market for those who wanted to fuck zombies, too.

Owyn sympathized with them.

Naked now, he walked forward, towards the huge, four-post bed. He studied them each as he approached.

The first woman had been an undead for quite awhile, ten years, actually. Her name was Alexia, or that's what she called herself. She was trim, her muscles spare and neat, flesh smooth, pale, marred by black veins that marked her as a cursed undead. She had bright blonde hair, medium-sized, firm breasts, and absolutely gorgeous, thick thighs. She stared at him with dazzling, bloodshot green eyes and a knowing smirk. She was a powerful magic user, an elf. Her sexy, extended ears poked from between her hair, parting it. Her natural ability in magic allowed her to maintain a fairly 'normal' level of health as an undead.

When he'd asked why she liked being that way, she said it was a lot harder to die, which was good, because she was interested in living.

The other woman, Beth, though taller even than he was by two inches, was much more timid. Or at least that was her adopted persona among the prostitutes. She was closed, guarded, and didn't let much go, even when they were relaxing together after sex. She was a tall, well-built vision of beauty, all large breasts and thick ass and round hips, with flowing crimson hair. She had, Owyn discovered, the same tastes as one of his old flames, Molly the Harpy, had. She liked it when he slapped her around and choked her during sex.

And she could take a lot punishment, being an undead.

“You coming, handsome, are you just going to stare us all night?” Alexia asked.

Owyn grinned and began climbing into the huge bed with them. It was his bed, even if it cost him a small fortune. “Sorry,” he said. “Distracted by how fucking hot the two of you are. And how lucky I am to be with you.”

“Well...not all luck, you did pay us...sort of,” Beth said.

“Who cares about the what and the why, I just some dick,” Alexia said.

“I can happily deliver that dick,” Owyn replied.

He wanted them, both of them, and, as he laid down in between them, he gave in to the dark lust that had driven him over the past two months. He started with Beth, favoring her, (though he wouldn't admit it to either of them), leaning and kissing her, placing a hand on her large, smooth, pale breast and groping it. She moaned softly as he did this, her every move becoming a sort of exaggerated sensual gesture that he'd come to recognize from prostitutes. She reached down and gripped his dick, which was already hard.

Owyn continued kissing her, groping her, running his hands across her lukewarm, soft flesh. Unlike Alexia, Beth needed weekly potions to remain 'healthy', and not submit to the curse that would otherwise ravage her body. That was their arrangement. Owyn covered the cost of her potions, Beth gave him access to her body whenever the desire took him.

As she began sliding her hand up and down his dick, he reached back around and got a good handful of her thick, amazing ass. He particularly like doggystyle with her. Especially anal. Beth was like a goddess of anal. He kept kissing her and groping her until he felt Alexia poke at his back. She wanted attention, too.

Owyn released Beth, who took her cue and slid down the bed, to begin pleasuring him with her mouth. He faced Alexia, who was smirking that knowing smirk at him. Although he favored Beth's body, he definitely liked Alexia's personality more. Beth played the submissive, Alexia was a woman who didn't play anything. She owned her body and her sexuality. She was a sexual creature, knew it and loved it.

She reveled in it.

She was an absolute blast to fuck because everything that came from her felt so genuine. That, and, well, he had a thing for elves. They were hot. Undead elves, he'd discovered, somehow, were even hotter.

Further down, Beth's breath washed across his cock. She began to lick the tip of his dick, causing him to moan.

Alexia ran her hands across him and, as if vying for his attention, slipped her tongue into his mouth, twisting and twining it with his own, sharing their saliva. She tasted of honey and sugar. Every day she tasted like something different. He groped her firm, high breasts, loving the way they fit into his palms, enjoying every bit of soft, warm sensation her tight, fit body offered him. He let his hands wander while she passionately made out with him, moaning softly.

Now Beth took his cock into her mouth and began sucking.

When he stopped kissing her, Alexia took her cue as well.

She slid down, joining Beth in pleasuring him. Owyn groaned as Beth took it back out of her mouth and both women began licking his dick.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned. “Make me come girls, I want to be sucked dry.”

“Yes sir,” Beth replied.

Alexia took him into her sexy little mouth, bobbing her head rapidly and wrapping her slim, elven fingers around his shaft. One thing he loved about her was that she always had a very sure, firm grip. Owyn moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head as she worked his cock, running his fingers through her silky blonde hair and teasing the tips of her elongate ears. Alexia worked his cock with the fingers and tongue of a true professional. He wasn't entirely sure of her history, but he knew she'd been a prostitute before this at some point, and apparently she'd picked up a lot of tricks. For this, he was immensely grateful.

Alexia took it out of her mouth, licked the head once and then passed his saliva-coated cock over to Beth, who quickly accepted it and slipped it into her own mouth. Owyn groaned again, louder, as the tall, sexy redhead blew him. She stared up at him with her bloodshot brown eyes, her gaze intense and sultry and sexy, and, as if she was willing him to, he started letting off in her mouth. Owyn cried out as his orgasm exploded into existence, a raw hot wave of pleasure beginning to fill him, the epicenter of this sexual bliss beginning with his cock. He moaned in complete abandon as Beth sucked him dry, working his shaft with one hand and gently massaging his balls with the other, almost as if really trying to pump every last bit from him.

He went rigid with the pleasure of the climax, feeling his seed being emptied from his dick in powerful spurts of bliss that shot a new wave of buzzing gratification into him every second. Beth continued sucking, her powerful mouth at work, taking each jolt of hot seed into her and swallowing it as it came until he had no more to give.

“How was that?” she asked. “Worth the price of admission?”

“By the Gods, yes,” Owyn moaned, lying his head back on the pillow. “You girls can really suck dick,” he added.

“Well, it is our job,” Alexia said as they both got up briefly to wash their mouths out. A moment later, they were back, lying with him again.

For several minutes, they simply laid there in the silence. Well, sort of silence. Around them, though the walls were fairly well soundproofed, the noises of sex sometimes came when someone was shouting particularly loudly. It was a noise Owyn had grown very familiar with. He looked around the room he'd come to stay in. It was the next room over from the very place he'd first fucked a vampire a little over five months ago now.

Back when he was first experimenting sexually with Krystal.

That memory hurt. He missed her, missed her a lot more than he thought he would. He wanted to ignore that pain, shove it away, so he rolled over and began kissing Beth, groping her large breasts again. Alexia, ever vigilant, took her cue and lowered herself, slowly licking up his cock, arousing it, hardening it for the sex that was to come. He moaned into the kiss and then reached down between Beth's thick, pale thighs.

Parting the lips of her pussy, he found her clit and began rubbing it, working it, causing her to moan loudly and thrust up with her hips, into his hand. He kept pleasuring her, eventually slipping a finger into her tight, wet opening as Alexia continued to suck him off. When he was completely hard again, Alexia took him out of her mouth and backed off a bit. As soon as he was clear of her, he rolled over onto Beth.

She immediately spread her legs for him.

Owyn stared into her bloodshot eyes as he guided his cock into her tight, wet opening. They both moaned in sexual release as he slid inside of her, filling her. He pushed himself up, propping himself on his hands to watch her as he started fucking her. Staring at her large, bouncing breasts, her pale-as-snow skin, shot through with black veins, filled him with a great, dark excitement. He'd spent the past five months having sex with all sorts of pariahs: vampires, necromancers, cat women and lizard women and monster women.

Even demons.

It had started him on a path of dark tastes and darker desires and he'd long since stopped worrying about what that might mean. He'd thrown himself fully into this role, which was why he'd chosen to live in a vampire brothel and why he was now having a threesome with a pair of undead beauties.

At least, that's what he told himself.

Owyn watched his dick disappear into her tight pussy over and over again. He loved the curve of her pale hips, the thickness of her thighs, loved seeing himself in between them. He gave into the impulse to kiss her and lowered himself, which caused her to wrap her long, powerful legs around him and he kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth, searching for hers. Beth gripped his back firmly, moaning into the kiss, pressing desperately against his hips with her own, forcing him even deeper into her.

A new look came over her face, and look of awkward desire. Owyn read it immediately. One thing he'd picked up on was that Beth liked the rough stuff during sex...she just didn't like asking for it. He thought it might have something to do with the fact that she didn't like that she liked it. He'd done what he could to be supportive, but in the end, he knew how she felt. He'd been on the other end: he didn't really like that he liked hitting women during sex, even if that was what they wanted, even if it was purely a positive thing.

It still made him feel kind of weird.

So he responded to the look. Pushing himself up, Owyn hauled off and gave her a hard slap across the face, harder than he would have started out with given that she was an undead. Beth let out a long, low moan as he did this. He could feel her getting wetter. He hit her again, the sound loud in the bedroom, and she cried out.

Going in for the finish, Owyn wrapped both of his hands around her neck. Technically, she didn't need to breathe, but reflexive muscle memory and the fact that the potions she threw down made her close enough to human to count meant that this still worked nicely on her. Beth gagged as he closed her airway, both hands firmly gripping her throat. She gagged and moaned and down there, she became wetter and hotter.

Then, as if she'd hit some threshold, she was coming. He could feel her muscles tensing and throbbing, knowing there would be no gushing of sex juices since, being an undead, her body was naturally dehydrated.

But she still loved to orgasm, all the same.

Owyn choked her a bit longer, then let go of her and kept fucking her throughout her orgasm, causing her to scream in sexual ecstasy.

He laid down atop her and fucked her until she'd finished coming.

When he pulled back, he glanced over and saw Alexia lying on her side, watching them both, a look of impatience on her face.

He offered a short laugh. “Jealous?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes and blew a strand of blonde hair away from her face. “Just waiting for my turn,” she replied.

Owyn snorted, kissed Beth once more, then pulled out of her and laid down on his back, grabbing Alexia by her slim waistline and guided her onto him. She straddled him, grabbed him and slipped his cock into herself with a practiced ease, both of them groaning in sexual unity. Owyn reached out, gripping her hips as she began to ride him, sliding her perfect, trim elven body smoothly up and down him. Staring up, he watched her firm breasts bouncing nicely as she rode him. Even now, after all the women he'd been with, Owyn still found that there was still something almost...mystic, pure, ethereal even, about breasts.

They were almost worth worshiping.

He reached up and grabbed them, massaging them, groping them as she continued to pleasure him with her elven body. She pleasured herself, too, reaching down and rubbing her clit, moaning in her sultry voice. Within a minute she was coming. Her magics granted her more fluids in her body than Beth and as a result, when she came, some fluids accompanied her. They did not gush so much as ooze, and that made him think of a dryad he'd once made love to, she'd had a similar reaction, and this almost made him come, too.

But he didn't want to, not yet.

Owyn forced himself to relax, willed his orgasm back a bit as Alexia continued using him to pleasure herself, gyrating her hips and stirring his rock hard cock around inside of her tight elf pussy as she came.

When she finished, she seemed to sense his eagerness to get back to Beth, and she climbed off of him. Owyn quickly indicated to Beth that he wanted her on her hands and knees and she understood that want, presenting her thick, pale ass to him.

Immediately, he put his cock up against her tight opening and began working it slowly into her huge, thick ass. Anal sex with Beth was often how he liked to finish and she seemed to enjoy it as well. They both moaned in unison with each thrust, bringing him a bit deeper into her. Soon, his hips were meeting the smooth skin of her big ass. Owyn groaned, trembling in anticipation as he continued fucking Beth up the ass, his hands sliding across it and grabbing her broad hips. He continued fucking her, building up the pleasure, until...

He cried out as his second orgasm came, washing through him like a high tide, filling him with waves of warm, pink pleasure. He moaned, hunched forward, as he came up her ass. He heard her moan as he shot his load into her, her face buried in the pillows. Owyn gripped her hips, his fingertips digging into her soft flesh, until he finished coming, his dick spasming violently as it shot the rest of his load into her.

Carefully, he pulled out of her and sat back, breathing heavily. Then, when he got his breath back, he stood and crossed the room, slipping easily into the sunken heated tub. The ladies moved to join him, relaxing in it on either side of him.

“Happy?” Alexia asked.

“Sure,” he replied.

He was happy...for the moment. But he knew that all of this was just a farce, just him settled into stasis, trying to pretend that the rest of the world no longer existed. Because he didn't want to face his problems, because he didn't know how to face his problems. And that scared him. He had grown used to being able to either bludgeon or hack his way through his troubles or, if that failed, talk his way through them.

But there was no hacking at this, no talking, no negotiating.

This was a problem of the self.

Owyn put an arm around each woman and sat back, knowing that before long he'd have a drink or two and then go to sleep with the two beautiful undead prostitutes. And he'd continue ignoring his problems.

For who knew how long.

…

The next morning, Owyn woke, staring up at the dim ceiling, the only light coming from a pair of  candles he kept lit at night since there were no windows anywhere in this underground portion of the brothel. As he often did, lying there awake, he thought about how he had come to be here. It still seemed like a long, strange road, even now, after close to a month of pretty much living in a brothel, shutting himself away.

It had been about two months since he'd parted ways with the succubus known as Lexi. She'd traveled with him for two weeks after their meeting in Stafford, the City of Lights. It had been a very pleasant two weeks, but Owyn felt like she'd hurried him along the path he'd been worried about. The path that meant that he was only interested in having sex with inhuman women. Lexi had introduced him to a few more succubi along the way, and then she said she'd had to leave, something had come up back in her realm.

And he'd been alone. For another two weeks, Owyn had wandered the Emerald Wild. He'd tracked down Clover the Dryad and stayed with her for a few days, but then he began to feel guilty because she wasn't quite doing it for him and he'd left, gone in search of other monster women to have sex with, growing more and more desperate as he found another harpy to sleep with, a mermaid again, and finally he'd found an undead woman. They'd had a one-night stand and she'd been gone when he woke up.

That only made him more worried. It was becoming more and more difficult to get into the sex but the undead woman had really, really done it for him, so at first he'd tried to find her but when he couldn't he'd tried to find another undead woman. That had led him back to Suck Lust, with rumors that the vampire brothel was starting to hire undead prostitutes. When he'd gotten there, he'd reconnected with Mistress Laura and he'd been in what she had said was 'quite a state'. He'd been desperate, tired, strung-out, and hungover, since he'd started drinking because insomnia was taking him and he'd spent many sleepless nights lying awake.

At first, she'd given him a vampire hooker and a room as a sign of goodwill, because she remembered him and she still favored him. (She'd had sex with him a few times since he'd come here.) The next day, after he'd had his lengthy sleep, he felt better and he'd kind of attached to the vampire hooker (a beautiful brown-haired maiden with dazzling blue eyes and an amazing ass). Her name had been Megan and, for a brief while, he thought he might have loved her. So he ended paying her for her time, one day became two, two became a week. Unfortunately, his enamored state hadn't lasted, but he still didn't want to leave.

So he'd cut Mistress Laura a deal. He gave her a couple of precious gems and a fat sack of gold he'd accumulated during the time he'd been traveling recently in exchange for a room and access to some of the girls.

And he'd been here a month now.

Hiding from the world, from his problems.

In the darker parts of his heart, Owyn knew that his troubles wouldn't let him stay here. His need of an answer to the question of how to overcome his obsession with inhuman women would drive him away from the vampires and the undead beauties because his interest would wane and he would get no more satisfaction from the brothel.

And then what would he do?

It terrified him. It seemed as if this problem was consuming him. It was all he could think about. How had he gotten here? How had this happened? How could be so obsessed, so consumed by this worry, this fear, that it had driven him here? It had only been two months ago that he was happy, reveling, joyous...

Beside him, Beth stirred. Alexia was already gone. She rarely stuck around. Beth seemed to like him, though it could be that their 'deal' gave him basically exclusive rights to her and having to service one person was probably better than having to service many if you weren't really in the mood for it. He hoped she was in the mood for it.

Owyn reached over and placed a hand on her bare thigh.

…

Breakfast had become routine and a nice way to start the day.

After sex with Beth and a soak in the tub, Owyn dressed and moved through large, labyrinthine hallways of the underground brothel. He'd really come to appreciate just how damned big the place was since it wasn't just a brothel, but also a place to live for about fifty vampires and undead. There were private bedrooms and bathhouses and kitchens and dining areas in a sprawl of rooms and corridors. Owyn rather liked it.

There was a small dining area just down the hall from his chosen room where Beth, Alexia, and a handful of vampire women liked to eat. He'd slept with all of them at one point or another and now they told him stories about their lives. This morning, when he and Beth walked into the dining area, he found only one woman there, reading a novel and drinking from a mug of steaming coffee. She wore a loose-fitting robe of dark silk that clashed with her dead pale skin. Her name was Rebbecca and she was among the older women here.

She never told anyone her age, but her stories seemed to be picked from several different centuries and some of the others theorized that she was at least three hundred. She'd been with the brothel for two years now. Owyn had only slept with her once because she was so good at sex that it left him drained and asleep for almost an entire day and even in his present state there was something scary about simply losing a whole day.

“Hello, you two,” Rebbecca said. “How are you doing this morning?”

“Good,” Beth replied immediately. She was definitely a morning person.

“Fine,” Owyn said as he moved over to the eating area. There were blood dispensers that he'd initially been very creeped out by but quickly got over. This was a vampire brothel, after all. He ladled himself some meat and vegetable stew and grabbed a bottle of milk from a magically chilled box, then joined Beth (who sometimes opted to eat nothing, since she technically didn't have to), and Rebbecca at their table.

“Been having fun?” Rebbecca asked, putting her book aside for the moment.

“No more than usual,” Owyn replied and began digging into his breakfast, he was starving.

“You should shave,” Rebbecca said. “You looked better before you had all that crap on your face,” she added, grinning when Owyn rolled his eyes. He hadn't shaved since he'd gotten here. He'd kind of lost interest in it.

“What if I like it this way?” he replied.

“Then keep it. I just can't imagine it being comfortable. How do you not feel that hair all the time, and you get food in it...”

She had a point, but he shrugged, not willing to concede that fact.

“Got any stories for us?” he asked.

“I always have more stories...”

That was true. He'd gathered that Rebbecca was only a prostitute because she wanted some downtime. 'Some' downtime being measured in years, not weeks when you lived for centuries. She'd been many, many things before this.

“What's the weirdest job you ever had?” Beth asked suddenly.

“Hmm, I'd have to think about that one,” Rebbecca replied, then she took a long drink from her mug. “I guess it's all a matter of perspective. I once had a job working for an alchemist who needed all sorts of bizarre, weird things for her work. I was always going out into the wilderness looking for this and that. She'd want things like...a leaf from the tip of the third branch of a certain kind of tree. The left wing from a bird that had been dead for six days. Berries that grew on one side of a river in the shadow of a rock. Not easy things to find.”

“That does sound weird...what was she making?” Owyn asked.

“An immortality potion, apparently.”

“Did it ever work?”

Rebbecca shrugged. “Dunno. She was still working on it when I left after a year. It was fun but even that job got boring...and annoying. So I left...” She stopped talking and glanced up, behind Owyn, who sensed someone else entering the room.

He turned around.

Mistress Laura stood in the doorway. Though she wasn't a large person, she always seemed to fill whatever room she was in. There was just something about her, a presence that was powerful and beat on the air like the wings of some vast bird.

“Owyn...you have a visitor,” she said.

Owyn frowned, considering this. Who could possibly be looking for him here? Who even knew he was here?

“Who?” he asked, standing up.

“A sprite,” she said.

Owyn blinked in surprise. He'd never seen a sprite before.

“She asked for you by name,” Laura added.

“Uh...okay, thank you, Mistress Laura,” he replied. Partly out of respect and partly out of a kind of reverence he felt towards her. She was almost like some kind of living deity. And, well, partly because he still had the hots for her.

She simply offered him a small smile, nodded, and left the room.

“She really likes you,” Rebbecca said.

“Why do you say that?” Owyn replied, finishing up what was left of his breakfast.

“Come on, she came to tell you personally that you had a visitor. She doesn't really do that for anyone else...you're something special.”

“Dunno about that,” Owyn muttered. He chugged the rest of his milk, then gave Beth a quick kiss and headed out to see this sprite.

…

He'd never seen a sprite before, but he'd heard of them.

They were supposed to be legendary for their natural beauty. Or unnatural, given that they came from an alternate realm, a place of pure magic. They were said to be highly untrustworthy, comparable almost to demons come up from the infernal realms to screw with men and elves. As he walked into the main room, he realized at least one part of that was right. This woman was probably the most attractive he'd ever seen.

The woman who stood before him was perhaps five and a half feet tall. She was somehow both curvaceous and trim, voluptuous yet thin. She reminded him of Molly, his harpy companion, when she'd used some spell initially to give herself ridiculous proportions: enormous breasts, absurdly thick thighs, and huge, curvy ass. It had seemed almost comical then, (though that hadn't stopped the sex), but it was like he was seeing it done right here. She almost looked like some kind of deity of sex and desire and lust.

She had fair, gently tanned skin and short, sexy red hair. Her large breasts were contained in a tight-fitting, sleeveless shirt, her thick thighs and curvy hips obvious in the short, green skirt she was wearing.

And, behind her, butterfly wings. Gossamer, beautiful butterfly wings. In the candlelit chamber where prostitutes lounged and shadows gathered in the corners, this sprite, (who Owyn suddenly realized was hovering about two inches off the floor), seemed to cast her own brilliant natural light. She fixed him with dazzling green eyes and an absurdly beautiful smile as soon as she saw him, pinning him in place.

She floated over to him silently, wings bobbing gently.

“Hello,” she said, and her voice was like silk and honey. “You must be Owyn Fisher.”

“I-I am,” he replied, suddenly feeling tongue-tied and shy, reduced once more to an awkward, silent teenager, burgeoning his way through puberty. He tried again. “I am Owyn Fisher,” he confirmed, but he still sounded somehow small.

She smiled and reached out.

“My name is Fay,” she said. “I've been looking for you.”

“I...oh...why?” he replied, taking her hand.

She smiled even wider as she shook his hand. It was like touching...a cloud. Or perhaps touching pure magic. A dream, maybe.

“We should speak alone...you have a room here?” she asked.

“I do...” he murmured, still staring into those green eyes.

“We should go there,” she said.

He nodded, turned and, still holding onto her hand, led her through the corridors, past others, clients and prostitutes, until they reached his room. When they got there, Fay closed the door behind them and she guided him over to the bed.

“Let me explain,” she said. “You must be confused.”

They sat down on the bed together and he nodded.

“As you must be well aware, I am a sprite. We are...long-lived, and, inevitably, the longer you live, the more...odd your tastes grow. So, to cut right to the meat of the matter...I have some odd tastes myself. And I've come looking for someone to help me facilitate these tastes. And in the course of my research, I discovered you.”

“What's so special about me?” Owyn asked.

Fay smiled. “You have a love of women not of your own kind. In fact, given my research, it seems that you intentionally seek out women very different from you. I've spoken with a few of your lovers, Owyn. I've spoken with the mermaid, the dryad, the serpentine, and even the succubus. They all spoke highly of you.”

“And you...want to sleep with me?” Owyn replied.

“Yes, but that is not the extent of my desire. Originally my tastes did grow to encompass human men, and women, but despite all of your species' misgivings and supposed devotion to sexuality 'purity', I found it easy to convince many to mate with me. No, I'm afraid I've since moved beyond merely copulating with humans. I want something more.”

“What is it, exactly, that you want?” Owyn asked.

Fay's smile widened. “I want what you want, Owyn Fisher. I want you to have filthy, hot sex with women who aren't of your own species, who are, in fact, quite different from your species, and I want to watch you do this.”

Owyn stared at her for a moment. He reached up and rubbed at his eyes, took a deep breath, then let it out slowly.

“Let me get this straight,” he said, while Fay sat beside him, watching him patiently, “you want to watch me have sex with inhuman women. That's right? That's what you've apparently tracked me down to tell me?”

“Yes. I know a few women, species that I'm willing to bet you haven't made it with that would be more than willing to get in on this,” she replied.

“Can you give me, like, examples? Of what these women are?”

“Well, to begin with, a dragon.”

Owyn stared at her.

“How could I possibly fuck a dragon?” he replied.

Fay just smiled. “You'll just have to trust me. Believe me, it'll work, and it'll be hot for everyone involved. So what do you say? From your perspective, this is completely a winning scenario. I'll have sex with you, you get to travel, you get to have sex with new, exciting beautiful inhuman women...” she said, staring at him.

Owyn thought about it.

His first instinct was to say yes, he almost desperately wanted to say yes. But there was another part of him that was worried. Was this some kind of sign? Would this just push him further along the road he felt was dangerous?

In the end, Owyn just nodded, because he felt like he couldn't hide from the world, from the problems, any longer. When you were faced with a decision, sometimes, the only wrong choice was no choice.

He had to do something.

And this was something.

“Good!” Fay said. She stood up and shed her top, tossing it aside with a whimsical ease and freeing her immense breasts. They were, Owyn realized, too perfect. Not constrained by the pull of gravity, they were huge without sagging at all, perfectly proportioned, almost like an exaggerated painting or statue come to life.

She giggled when she saw the way he stared and made them bounce. “You boys are so easy to distract,” she said. Fay drifted closer. “Touch them,” she said softly.

Almost without his consent, his arms rose. Of their own volition, his hands reached out and rested on the swell of the sprite's breasts. They were warm, hot almost, and there was a softness to her skin, a purity, that Owyn had never felt before, even when he was touching Lexi. He groaned as he began groping her, massaging her immense breasts, feeling her pink nipples pressing into his palms, the warmth of her skin...

While he did this, she reached down and pulled the skirt she wore over her voluptuous hips. As soon as it was free of them, it slid down her stunning legs, revealing her naked body completely. Before he could really look down and see all there was to see, Fay put her hands gently on the back of his head and brought it forward, towards her breasts. Owyn got the message. Over the past month, he'd almost unconsciously taken to being the one to lead the sex, since he was technically paying prostitutes to sleep with him.

But he remembered how to be led, too.

And he realized that he'd missed it a little.

Okay, more than a little.

Owyn began kissing her right breast while groping the left one. Fay moaned softly as he did this, and as he started to slide his tongue across the soft, smooth, flawless skin, occasionally bringing it over her nipple, which elicited even louder moans. While he did this, Owyn slipped both of his hands around her and down, cupping her huge, thick ass in his grasp, groping it, feeling it up and feeling anticipation well up within him.

Already he was as hard as steel, his erection straining pitifully against the fabric of his pants. He brought Fay's small, pink nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. Her long fingers ran through his hair.

“Good boy,” she whispered. “Very good boy, Owyn. Suck my tits.”

He did as she commanded.

Owyn sucked on her right breast first, continuing to massage her thick, firm ass. The sound of her moans was like listening to the sweetest melody. He continued working her nipple between his lips for a moment longer, then he switched to her other breast and gave it similar treatment. Though, he had to admit, it was getting difficult to focus. He was more turned on than he had been in weeks, maybe even longer.

His erection felt painful in its stiffness, powerful and throbbing, eager to drive itself into Fay's warm, yielding pussy. He wanted to bury himself inside of her, wanted to release a powerful load of his seed deep within her.

Seeming to sense this, she gently pulled him back from her.

“Take off your clothes,” she said. “I will pleasure you.”

He responded with actions, quickly shucking his clothing and then lying naked on the bed, watching her as she crawled into it with him. Smiling, she mounted him, no longer floating, her knees resting on the mattress on either side of him. Owyn watched her, mesmerized, as she reached down between their naked bodies, gripped his cock and slid it smoothly and perfectly into her. She took his entire length into her in one sure go, lowering herself with a loud moan of sexual bliss as he entered her tight, hot pussy.

Owyn cried out as she took him into her sprite vagina. The pleasure was immediate and powerful, hitting him like a drug, blasting through his whole body, his thoughts, his soul. He began thrusting up into her as she rode him and she moaned, her huge breasts bouncing beautifully as they mated. He reached out, gripping her curvy, broad hips, relishing the feel of her smooth, hot flesh against his. She started going faster, riding him with a sure certainty, an experience that came from who knew how long of having absurd amounts of hot sex.

He found himself staring up at her breasts, obsessed with them, and he reached up, groping them, feeling the pleasure continue to build and build and build. It was too much. As he groped her huge tits he knew he would finish soon.

“Fay!” he gasped. “You have to-to...I'm going to...oh fuck!” he cried.

She seemed to have no problem with making him come, because she just placed her hands over his and stared down at him with a knowing, sultry smile as she continued to ride him. He could feel her vaginal muscles moving, constricting, milking him as she bounced up and down. And then he was coming, climaxing powerfully, shooting a huge, enormous load directly into her soft, wet flesh, filling her nether regions with his seed.

Owyn cried out again as his orgasm took him completely, blowing away all thoughts and feelings, consuming the whole of him. He could feel his cock throbbing powerfully, jolting with each spurt of his come that he ejected forcefully into his new sprite lover. She moaned, a low, happy sound as he filled her up.

It seemed to go on for an age. When he was finally finished, when his senses were returned to him, Fay let go of his hands and laid them gently on his sweat-slicked, heaving chest. She grinned as she pulled him carefully out of her and then stood, moving across the room to clean herself. “So, how was that?” she asked.

“That's the best orgasm I've had in...I don't know how long,” he replied.

“Feeling a bit better? Trust me now?” she asked.

“I trust you to give me amazing sex,” he said.

“Good,” she replied, wiping at herself with a warm cloth. “Goodness, you had quite the load to blow, didn't you? You humans are always so messy...”

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“Comes with the territory,” Fay replied with a shrug. She tossed the cloth aside when she was done, then began gathering up her clothes. “Come on, Owyn. Get dressed, gather your things and...” she gave him a look, “get a shave. We're leaving.”

“I know someone who would greatly enjoy giving me a shave,” he replied as he stood and moved to the tub, to clean himself up one more time.

…

Owyn had been right, Rebbecca had immediately brightened at the prospect of giving Owyn a shave. She'd taken him and Fay back to her bedroom and sat him down, then promptly grabbed a straight-razor and some shaving lather and set to work. Initially, Owyn had felt slightly paranoid about having a centuries old vampire prostitute place a razor against his neck, but, he figured, he'd been inside of her and slept beside her already, and if that wasn't trust he wasn't sure what was. So he sat back and let her work.

“So, what's with the shave and the new friend?” she asked as she maneuvered the blade along his neck.

“We're leaving,” he replied.

“I need Owyn for a...journey,” Fay said.

“So you're an adventurer?”

“...of a sort.”

“Well the two of you smell of sex and of each other, so I think I can guess what sort of adventuring you'll be doing...I hope you have fun.”

“I'm very confident that we will,” Fay replied.

“You've told me stories, of the women you've slept with. What is it about you, Owyn, that draws women to you?” Rebbecca asked.

“No idea,” Owyn replied, keeping himself carefully still.

“He's cute,” Fay said. “And he's...experimental. And kind. And he listens,” she added.

“That last one is important,” Rebbecca murmured. “And...there. Finished! Here,” she handed him a warm washcloth. “Clean up, look at yourself in the mirror.”

Owyn did just that, wiping off his neck and face. He studied himself in her mirror. He looked...weird. A bit more civil. He looked young, too. Younger than his current years. He didn't really like it.

“You could do with a haircut,” Rebbecca said.

“I actually like his hair like that...okay, thank you. Come on, Owyn. We should get going. I'm getting...anxious.”

“All right, all right, I'm going,” Owyn replied.

He kissed Rebbecca, then prepared to gather his things and say goodbye to the women.

…

Outside, it was sunny, though it was a bit on the chilly side.

Owyn paused outside the brothel, squinting, staring at the road beyond. A low mist was curling around the area and the skies were darkening on the far horizon, threatening rain. All manner of people walked along the main thoroughfare.

He hadn't been outside in a month.

“Wow,” he muttered.

“Do you need to buy anything?” Fay asked.

“I don't think so. I still have my stuff from before the brothel. I've got this awesome sort of camp-in-a-bag and I've still got a bit of gold left.”

“I can cover anything you need to buy,” Fay said dismissively.

“Huh. Cool. Well, I guess I could use some food...” Owyn said, thinking about it. “How far are we going, anyway?”

“We should be able to reach our intended destination by nightfall,” Fay replied.

They began walking along the thoroughfare, looking for a food stall. Owyn had made a quick inventory of his things. He still had his traveling clothes, his armor, his sword and crossbow and, of course, the camp-in-a-bag he'd picked up a little while ago. It made setting up camp crazy easy. He realized that besides food, he should probably pick up a few healing potions. As they walked and shopped, Owyn realized that people were staring at him. Well, not him, more his companion. Mist was a trade town and also the kind of place you went to for stuff that was either illegal or immoral. Everyone showed up there.

Even so, a sprite was still a rarity.

Fay wasn't lying about the money, either. She had a bag tied to her belt. It wasn't very large, but Owyn watched her reach into three different times and pull out a handful of gold each time, and the bag never seemed to get smaller. He quickly realized that it must operate on the same principles as his camp-in-a-bag, and that made him wonder just what kind of a fortune Fay had in there. However, despite this and the fact that she was a sprite hovering alongside him, Owyn found that his mind kept wandering.

He was outside again.

He didn't realized how much he desperately missed something as simple as a breeze or sunshine. It was...invigorating.

“Is that it?” Fay asked, sounding impatient after they finished purchasing a trio of healing potions that Owyn slipped into his backpack.

“Yep, we can go,” he replied.

“Good. Let us begin our journey,” she said, offering him her arm.

He took it, slipping his arm through hers, linking them together. The feel of her skin was still absolutely incredible, warm and smooth and soft. Together, the pair of them slowly left the city of Mist behind.

And Owyn went back out into the world, preparing to continue his journey.

And have sex, apparently, with a dragon.

CHAPTER II

It had finally started to rain.

They'd been walking for about an hour now and hadn't really said much of anything. Which didn't bother Owyn as much as he thought it might. Normally, if he was in the company of someone, he liked to talk at least a little, but Fay seemed content to just float beside him as they made their way out of the city and along one of the many well-worn paths that crisscrossed the country, leading everywhere and nowhere.

There was just something about Fay, maybe it was her incredibly high levels of natural magic or her absurd beauty, but he was content to just look at her. Well, that and it was giving him time to sort through his thoughts. There seemed to be a lot of them. For the past month, he'd put his brain and his life on hold, shutting himself away in a whorehouse and avoiding thinking as much as possible. He didn't really like the fact that now his pack had a pair of bottles that contained strong, high proofs of mead.

Did that mean he was reliant on the stuff? He tried to think back over the past four weeks...how many nights had he passed out from alcohol? Most of the stuff he tried tasted awful but he'd finally found a relatively sweet honey mead that went down smooth enough. It also got him drunk after only about a mug or so. Either he was a really light lightweight or the stuff was really powerful. The girls had said it was magically infused, to give it more potency, after all. But that was just on the surface of his worries.

He was fully sober now, and the chilled rain helped clear his mind, as did the mindless monotony of just walking to a place. He hadn't realized how much he missed it. With nothing else to distract him, (besides Fay), he had to think. And what did Owyn think about lately? Himself. His life. His obsession. His mind kept turning back to that one problem that had started as such a small seed months ago and grown to epic proportions.

His lust of inhuman women.

It hadn't seemed like a problem at first. In fact, quite the opposite. It was liberating. He made love with necromancers and vampires and elves. And then more, going farther and farther away from what his fellow humans would call 'civilized'. And it had been wonderful. But therein was the problem: he was worried he couldn't get aroused by or hold any interest in anything that was human. Only that problem had accelerated, gotten even worse, because, during the month after he'd been left by his succubus companion but before hiding himself away in the vampire brothel, he'd made an even more terrible discovery.

It wasn't just that he couldn't get aroused by human women, he'd discovered that he began losing interest in even inhuman women if he'd already been with them or their kind. He had to keep going, keep looking for something completely different. A part of his mind knew that wasn't entire true. He'd certainly been aroused by the lovely vampire and undead ladies at Suck Lust. Only the arousal had been kind of...automatic after awhile. He had lost the spark. The core of real passion and genuine lust and interest.

But the almighty question had remained the same.

Was it something in them or was it something in him?

Uncomfortably, he had decided that he'd known the truth all along. It was something in him. It was his fault, not theirs. They didn't owe him anything and it wasn't their fault in the slightest that he had lost the spark.

So the question became, how could he correct this problem?

The only answer, whether or not it was the correct answer, seemed to be the course of action he'd chosen to take now: have sex with even stranger and more out there women. Only that just seemed to be making the problem worse...

“What was it like, when you first had sex with a woman that was truly different than you for the first time?” Fay asked suddenly.

Owyn glanced over at her, startled. “What?” He hesitated. Fay repeated her question. “Sorry,” he murmured. “Thinking. Uh...great. Amazing. Fantastic.”

“Anything else? Anything a little more...descriptive?” she asked.

“Well, it was with a felis. Two, actually. Their names were Kat and Millie. They were hunters, out in the woods, and they'd gone into heat. It was...feral, almost. Very...animal, in a way. It was like pure lust. Nothing but the basic satisfaction of having sex.”

“That does sound fantastic...” Fay murmured.

“What about you? How much sex have you had? What's the weirdest being you've ever had sex with?” Owyn replied.

“Oh...I don't even know anymore. It all kind of runs together now. I've fucked ogres and trolls and minotaurs. Demons. I've had sex with undersea creatures and elementals. Dragons and centaurs. Everything you can think of and more, probably.”

“Wow...I guess I wasn't much by comparison,” Owyn replied.

“Don't let it get you down. You were nice. It was good. And, lucky for you, I'm horny a lot and you'll do fine. Speaking of doing fine...” Fay hesitated and stared ahead, off to the left. Owyn followed her gaze.

Just off the beaten path, up against a treeline, was a cabin. It looked dark and empty in the rain, just visible in the dim gray sunlight.

“Come on,” Fay said, suddenly resolute. “I'm horny.”

Owyn wasn't sure what to say, so he followed after her. She could move quite quickly when she put her mind to it, hovering a few inches above the ground, moving at a fast clip. “Um, that looks like it belongs to someone else,” he said as they approached.

“I know. Don't care,” she replied. “In fact, that's kind of the point.”

“You want to break into someone's cabin and fuck in it?” Owyn asked.

“Yeah, it'd be really hot,” she replied. “Come on.”

Owyn hesitated, then followed after her once again as they reached the path that led away from the main road, towards the cabin. He figured there was a good chance it was empty, not many people went out to visit the family cabin this time of year, but that didn't mean they left it undefended. Sometimes they hired someone to check in on it once a week or, if they were talented or rich, they had magical defenses installed. You could grab the doorknob and get hit by a jolt of lightning or get lit up by a hidden flame spell.

He said this to Fay, who just laughed as they approached.

“Human magic isn't really a concern for me,” she replied with a casual ease. “And thus, it won't be a concern for you. Come on, it'll be hot. Fucking in someone else's house, the possibility of getting caught...doesn't this excite you?” she asked, stopping and glancing back at him.

He hesitated further, unwilling to admit that it did excite him. He was already getting an erection, thinking about fucking her again...

She sighed, then smirked and turned back around. “What about this, Owyn? Does this excite you?” she asked, hiking up her green skirt and revealing her thick, perfectly-proportioned ass. “I'll let you fuck it,” she said.

How could he possibly say no to that?

“Okay,” he said, hurrying after her.

Fay laughed and continued. They came up to the cabin. It was a nice, if small, structure, surrounded by a waist-high stone wall. Fay opened the gate and moved through, then floated right up to the front door and opened it, as at ease as a leaf on a cool summer breeze. Owyn walked up to the door as she moved into the cabin, hesitated once more, looking around. He could see no one. With a sigh, he stepped inside and shut and locked the door hastily behind him. A quick look of the room revealed it to be all one room, a kitchen area to the left, an area for rest and relaxation in the middle, and a bedroom to the right.

Then his eyes zeroed in on Fay, who was already topless and getting her tight skirt over her broad, shapely hips. Owyn quickly kicked off his boots and began getting out of his traveling clothes. She got the skirt off, revealing her thick thighs and her smooth, bald vagina, tucked nicely in between her perfect thighs, glistening in what little light there was. Some of it seemed to be coming from her and her wings.

“Well?” she said, realizing he'd stopped undressing. A bad habit of his, when he got distracted by naked women.

Owyn hastily finished getting out of his clothes and approached her. She grinned as he came within arm's length and wrapped him in a firm hug, pressing her impressive bare chest against his and her pillowy, wet, hot lips against his own. He moved against her, reaching around and down, taking handfuls of her shapely ass into his grasp. She was hot to the touch and there was a very slight, almost magical charge when their skin made contact, something he'd missed the first time around. She moaned softly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth.

Clearly, she didn't want to wait very long for the sex because suddenly she pulled away from him and began pulling him towards the bed.

“Come on,” she said. “I want it now.”

“You want me to do any foreplay or any-”

“No. Now,” Fay replied firmly.

She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees, but not enough to give him any room. He quickly realized he was meant to stand behind her, which was fine by him. He moved forward until he was behind her, staring down at her thick ass. She presented it to him, looking back at him over her shoulder, seeming impatient.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

“Usually lube is a thing needed for this kind of sex,” he replied.

She rolled her eyes. “I'm magic, Owyn, just put it in me,” she said.

He shrugged and put the tip of his dick up against her tight, pink opening. Pushing forward, he found access to her ass to be easy, yet still incredibly tight. Gasping, he pushed himself all the way inside and listened to low, sultry moan of pleasure that escaped Fay's throat. She faced forward and lowered her head, hanging it almost, completely giving herself and her body to him. Owyn placed a hand on either side of her broad, curvy, tanned ass and started sliding in and out of it, slowly at first, relishing the building pleasure, the raw sexual bliss, going faster and harder. Fay began crying out as he buried himself in her tight, fat ass.

“Oh yes, fucking give it to me Owyn!” she screamed. “Fuck my ass!”

He groaned and grunted as waves of pleasure rolled through him, forcing himself as deep as he could up into her tight opening. Sexual bliss seemed to fill him like lightning, charging his nerves with a raw ecstasy. There was a joy in what he was doing, a simple mindless euphoria where the entirety of existence seemed to fall away and nothing else mattered because you were aware of nothing else. There was only the sex, only the sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the hot, desperate cries of your companion, in between panting breaths of exertion. The smells of sweat and sex, the sight of skin, flushed and slick.

Owyn ran his hands up around the curves of the sprite's hips and found himself staring at her tawny back, at her gossamer butterfly wings. They were rising and falling gently, as if caught in a soft wind, perhaps a mindless reaction to the pleasure of sex, like the twisting and slapping of their tails when he'd made love to Katy and Sally. Owyn knew he couldn't last for much longer, even with the tolerance he'd been slowly building it over the past five months, it was like he was weakened against new sexual experiences.

And fucking a sprite up the ass in someone's cabin was definitely a new experience.

So, reaching forward, up under Fay, he found a grip on her huge, bountiful breasts, groped them firmly and began coming. Pure, unbridled rapture flowed through him as he began shooting thick loads of his seed directly into Fay's ass. He dug his fingers into her silken, warm flesh, crying out, eyes squeezed shut as his dick kicked and twitched and throbbed in aggressive, lusty ecstasy. He groaned with each spurt, a primal, ancient display of desire and lust tearing through him as he was emptied of his seed.

Bit by bit, awareness returned to him as he finished ejaculating into her. Gently, he pulled his cock from her tight ass and sat down heavily on the bed.

“I told you that'd be hot,” Fay said as she stood and moved over to the washbasin and began cleaning herself up. “Goodness, another huge load,” she murmured. “Sex is so much cleaner in my realm...I guess that's why I came here. I kind of like the mess. It's so much more...real. So physical,” she added.

“Thanks,” Owyn murmured as he stood and began gathering his clothes.

Now that they'd fucked and he'd blown his load, the worry of getting caught breaking and entering was no longer sexy, it was just scary. He quickly got dressed, somewhat frustrated that Fay seemed to be taking her time about it, though she at least had less dressing to do. Finally, they were both fully clothed. A few moments later, they were out the door, up the path and back on the main road, as if they'd never been there.

“So what's she like?” Owyn asked after a few more minutes of walking.

“Who?” Fay replied.

“The dragon.”

“Oh! She's...powerful,” Fay said. “She likes to be in control, I guess. But she's fair. She has a good sense of what her partner wants and cares about what her partner needs.”

“Have the two of you ever...”

“Had sex? Oh yes, many times.”

“That's awesome...I've never even seen a dragon before,” Owyn replied softly. “I didn't even know they were real.”

“They're mostly on another continent, north and west of here. There's maybe only a dozen of them at any time in this land and they prefer the cold so they stay to the far north. But sometimes they transform into more...human shapes and travel among you. If they focus and try hard enough, they can pass as beryl.”

“Why would they want to?” Owyn asked.

Fay shrugged. “I'm not sure. Dragons are strange and complicated, sometimes prone to odd whims and urges. This one, Kesley is her name, is one of the more...reasonable dragons I've met. And she has her tastes in human men, and women, and elves, too, sometimes. Beryl as well. I contacted her as soon as I put my plan together.”

“Where are we going?” Owyn asked.

“See that?” Fay asked, pointing ahead.

“No...what?”

“Sorry, forgot, my eyesight is way better than yours. About another half-hours' walk up the road is a little forest. She's flying down to meet us there in a clearing a little way into the forest. We'll make camp and spend the night out there and the two of you with get down and dirty and I'll watch and it'll be really hot,” Fay explained.

“And then what?” Owyn replied.

“And then we go onto the next one.”

“The next one being...”

Fay smirked. “Don't worry, Owyn. You'll see. I've found that anticipation and not knowing only serves to make you hornier. And the longer you're turned on, the more...furious and primal you'll be during the actual sex, and that's just really hot to watch.”

“...okay,” Owyn replied.

She grinned and took his hand, then kept leading him along.

…

It was still raining when they reached the forest and the sunlight had become even thinner as it headed for the horizon, setting earlier and earlier each day until the solstice hit and the whole process was reversed. Owyn never really liked the wintertime. It was always so bleak and grim and unhappy. Everything dark and dead and cold. Not really conducive to traveling across the land and camping outside.

Fay led him on along a natural path, through the trees, that looked like it hadn't been put to use in some time. All around them, animals and insects went about their business in almost hushed tones. Everything seemed muted by the background noise of the rainfall. They kept walking until, suddenly, the trees and plants and foliage fell a              way to reveal a large opening, a clearing that almost seemed like it had been made.

“Here,” Fay said, sounding satisfied. “Right here. This is the spot. Let's set up camp, I want to be ready for her when she arrives.”

“Okay, though that won't take long,” Owyn replied.

His time spent with Lexi the Succubus hadn't been spent only chasing ass, it had also been spent plundering old tombs and cave systems where thieves had set up. That was when he'd learned that Lexi was as good at murder as she was at sex. She could be downright vicious when and if the need arose, and they'd killed a fair amount of thieves, marauders, and mindless creatures that dwelt in such places. He'd amassed a bit of a fortune and had finally bought a pretty nice version of the camp-in-the-bag magic device.

Owyn still wasn't sure entirely how it worked, only that it operated on the same principles as the backpack he'd also picked up, one that was larger on the inside than it was on the outside. So, he was just as amazed as always when he tossed the bag towards the ground in front of him and said the activating word.

There was a bright, white flash, a weird noise that sounded a bit like muted thunder and then there it was. The camp. Owyn had set it up just the way he'd wanted. It was bordered by clean-cut, polished, dark wooden logs, fitted expertly together. In one corner was a fire-pit with an interchangeable spit-roast and a hanging soup pot, in another corner was a square table topped with dark marble surrounded by four comfortable chairs.

Then, near the back, taking up most of the open space, was the tent.

Which was, itself, larger on the inside than it was on the outside. That one had cost even more money. He took Fay's hand and led her into the tent. Inside, it was warm and dry and comfortable. A large, queen-sized bed dominated the center of the tent. The floor was covered in a large, soft, cream-colored rug. To the right was a desk and a bookshelf, to the left a washbasin and a chest. The bookshelf was half full of novels he'd been collecting. He'd been on a buying streak earlier, picking up anything he could get his hands on.

“Nice place you have here,” Fay said, looking around.

“I like it,” Owyn replied. “How long until-”

He froze as he heard something, a great swishing noise. Owyn turned and looked outside. In what little light was left, a huge shadow fell across the clearing.

“She's here,” Fay said, sounding excited.

They both stepped back out of the tent. Owyn looked up and gaped. Seemingly hovering high above them was an immense black dragon. Its wingspan must have been fifty feet. Huge, powerful legs and a massive, thick tail grew from its base. Its head, which was crowned by a ridge of crimson cartilage, was as big as a room. It stared down at the pair of them and seemed to fix Owyn to his current position with its huge eyes. They were lit with crimson fires, as though burning from within. Smoke drifted lazily from its nostrils.

It flapped its wings once more and then began to drift down.

As it lowered itself towards them, its body began changing. Dark lightning crackled across its surface, the air becoming heavy with pure magic. It made Owyn shudder in fear and anticipation. It was like standing next to a tornado. Having an entity of such raw, unrestrained power descending on him made him feel so small and insignificant by comparison. This thing could kill him on accident and not even notice.

But as it drew closer, it also shrank, becoming much smaller and growing to much more manageable, comfortable proportions. It also began to look like a human being. The process only took about ten seconds and when it landed without a sound at the edge of his camp, Owyn found himself looking at a tall, naked, wet dragon woman. Even though she was less than a tenth of her original size, she was still extremely intimidating and her raw power crackled on the air, as immediate and obvious as her wings.

“So, this is the human?” she asked.

Her voice was a rough and smoky and extremely sexy.

“Yep, this is him,” Fay replied.

Owyn realized he was being sized up. He also realized he was doing the same to her. This dragon woman now had the body of a humanoid, though she was quite tall, perhaps half a foot taller or more than Owyn was. Her skin was somewhere in between that of a beryl and that of a snake woman, a serpentine. It was very smooth, scaled, and black with just the tiniest tinge of green. She had two horns rising from her forehead and her head itself was still crowned by a ridge of cartilage, a sort of frill that was a vibrant crimson. Similarly her wings, which were spread out behind her, had a black-and-crimson design.

She appeared to be in good shape, muscles smooth and lean. She had a great rack, her breasts about as big around as his head, though they didn't look ridiculous on her larger frame. She had very pleasantly curved hips and thick, muscular thighs. Her vagina was a smooth, bald slit between her impressive legs.

“I am Kesley,” she said, then she stepped forward and wrapped Owyn in a hug, pressing his face into her immense cleavage.

“Owyn,” he said when she released him, blinking in surprise.

Fay burst out laughing.

“I've come to understand that you men enjoy it when I do that,” Kesley said. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked, with the slightest bit of a smirk on her face.

“Uh...yeah, a lot,” Owyn replied.

“Good. Come, I don't like the rain,” she said, walking into the camp.

The three of them moved into the tent. Kesley looked around the tent, seemingly silently impressed with it.

“Magic will always impress me,” she murmured. Then, abruptly, she faced Owyn. “So, I take it that our mutual acquaintance has explained the situation to you? You know that I wish to mate with you. Do you wish to mate with me?” she asked.

“Yes, definitely,” Owyn replied.

“Told you he wouldn't be a hard sell,” Fay said.

“Are you saying I'm easy?” Owyn replied.

“What guy isn't easy?” Fay said, rolling her eyes. “You fucked me literally five minutes after meeting me, Owyn.”

“Yeah but you look like...well, that. And you look like that,” he said, turning his gaze back to Kesley's large, dragon body.

“I take it 'that' is a good thing?” Kesley asked.

“In this case, yes. You are both extremely attractive,” Owyn replied as he started getting undressed. “I guess we should talk about a few things. I've found that you should lay some ground rules before these kinds of...sessions. Um, do you want foreplay?”

“Yes,” Kesley replied. “I assume that is a mutual want?”

“Yeah, it'd be awesome.”

“All right. Good. I've been told I'm quite good with this mouth. Any other questions?”

“Do you care where I...finish?”

“Nope. What would you prefer?”

“Well, I was going to say inside of you but...” He glanced at her chest. “I kind of want to shoot my load on those huge tits of yours.”

She smirked. “Okay.”

“Oh my fuck that would be so hot,” Fay said. They both glanced over at her. She was seated in one of the chairs now. They both looked over at her.

“Uh-huh,” Kesley replied. She looked back at Owyn. “You ready? I'm aroused right now.”

“Uh-yeah, sure, I'm good to go,” Owyn replied.

Kesley stepped closer to him, her wings spreading out again, causing Owyn's heart to start racing once more. Here he stood, naked before a dragon woman, preparing to have sex with her. He felt that familiar excitement racing through him, that spark that he was missing. Kesley leaned in and pressed her smooth obsidian lips against his. Her skin was dry and very hot, startling him slightly. She began to kiss him, to make out with him, and he kissed her back, feeling the primal, lust-driven passion begin to surge up within him.

She was tall, so she had to crouch a bit and he had stand up very straight but it worked. Kesley wrapped her long, powerful arms around him and kissed him deeper, opening up his mouth and slipping her tongue in. It was long, thin, and forked, and wrapped with his tongue nicely. She tasted...odd. Her mouth, her tongue, her saliva, it all had kind of a smoky, charred flavor, but it wasn't bad, it was very subtle, almost enhancing the experience. Owyn laid his hands on her huge scaly breasts and began massaging and groping them, enjoying the pure, highly sexual joy of groping a pair of massive tits.

“I don't think we can fit on your bed,” Kesley said after breaking away from the kiss.

“Can you make yourself any smaller?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, this is as much as I can manage...the carpet looks comfortable though, how about we lay down?”

“Okay,” Owyn replied.

While she laid down on the carpet, Owyn went and quickly grabbed the pillows from the bed, laying them down so that they could at least have that comfort. Kesley laid back and stretched out, taking up almost all of the available floor space between her tall frame, long limbs, and large wings. Owyn ended up laying down on top of her and she accepted this happily. He resumed kissing her and groping her huge scaly breasts.

This went on for a bit longer before Owyn decided it was time to get to the foreplay. He kissed her once more, then he moved quickly down the length of her. Kesley opened her long legs for him, bumping the bed and the edge of the tent as she did so. Owyn studied her vagina as he settled down into place.

Slim, smooth, dark and scaly, a narrow slit. He moved forward, then hesitated, glancing to either side of him, at her thick thighs.

“Careful you don't crush my head,” he said.

“I'll be careful,” Kesley replied, grinning. “Now show me these foreplay abilities of yours.”

“On it,” Owyn said.

He slipped down further between her legs, laying on his stomach, his face right in front of her crotch. Reaching up, he parted the lips of her pussy with his thumbs, exposing a small glistening field of soft reddish flesh. Nestled in that field was the flat, pink nub of her clitoris and, below that, the tight opening that was the entrance to her vagina. Owyn took a deep breath, leaned in a bit and let it out slowly, letting the hot air whisper across her exposed parts. He felt her tense, then felt a shudder of anticipation ripple through her body.

So far, so good.

As he leaned in and touched his tongue to her clit, he realized that he was nervous. In a way, this was like an audition. This was to be the first they would make love, their first encounter together, and this was his first time with a real, live dragon. What if he sucked? What if his best wasn't enough for her? What would she think of him? He tried to push these thoughts aside as he began stimulating her clit, licking slowly at it. It was larger than he was used to. He hoped that meant it was more sensitive. Kesley let out a low moan.

So far, still good.

Owyn kept going, trying harder, licking more rapidly at her clit and the flesh around it, letting his tongue lay broad and flat, sweeping as much of the sensitive skin as he could. Kesley moaned much louder at this and her wings suddenly reared up and slapped back down against the carpet. Okay, either she was an amazing faker or this was the real deal. Owyn pressed the pleasure, going faster and harder, working his jaw and making it sore. Then he slipped two fingers into her tight opening. Kesley cried out, her voice very loud in the tent.

“Oh, Owyn!” she yelled. “That's so fucking good!” she moaned.

That was just incentive to do it more and better. He fucked her with his fingers, pressing up into her most sensitive spot. All girls, no matter the race, seemed to have that same bit of anatomy, for which he was deeply grateful.

“Owyn...keep going...keep going...oh fuck yes!” Kesley shrieked.

She was coming. A torrent of heated juices escaped her, causing Owyn to jerk back in surprise. They were hotter even than she was on the surface, almost painful to the touch. He leaned back while she came, her powerful hips bucking and thrusting as she sprayed her inner thighs and the carpet down, moaning and crying out in desperate, blind pleasure as her orgasm overtook her. Maybe, he thought, this isn't a woman I want to be inside of when she comes. The notion frightened yet enticed him. He watched as her orgasm tapered off.

“That was so hot,” Fay said, causing them both to glance over.

“Oh yes it was,” Kesley moaned. “I...oh dear,” she said, glancing down. “I seem to have made a mess of your carpet...”

“Oh, I can fix that,” Fay said. She stood up, flicked her wrist and, right before his eyes, the dark stains in the carpet and the wetness on Kesley's thighs quickly evaporated and disappeared. “There,” Fay said, going back to her chair. “Now...please continue.”

“Yes, mistress,” Kesley replied, rolling her eyes.

Fay giggled. Kesley pushed herself up and moved out of the way, careful not to knock anything over in the process. She motioned for Owyn to lay down and he did.

“Now,” she said, “I'll return the favor. I'd like to taste your seed. Human seed has such an odd but pleasant taste and it's been awhile since I've sampled it.”

“I'll gladly give some up,” Owyn replied as he laid his head back on the pillow.

Kesley smiled and rested on her stomach. There was just enough space for her to do so. Owyn tried to control his pulse, his breathing, but a mixture of nervous tension and sexual excitement conspired to keep them both racing. It was weird to have Kesley down there, her head in front of his erect, bare cock, opening her mouth, getting ready to pleasure him. Even in his dreams he hadn't imagined that he'd sleep with a dragon, he didn't even know it was possible, he'd thought dragons were a myth.

And now here was one, ready to suck his dick.

Kesley's dark pink tongue snaked out and rubbed across the head of his dick. He groaned, feeling the raw heat coming from her breath. He saw her smirk as he groaned again, louder. She began licking his cock, lapping at its head over and over again, sliding her tongue all across his most sensitive areas. Owyn could feel his dick throbbing in response to the stimulation. All at once, Kesley took his dick into her big mouth.

She started sucking on it and bobbing her head rapidly, her smooth, pillowy lips sliding quickly across his shaft, moving up and down with a practiced ease.

“Oh, Kesley!” he groaned, staring at her head, fixed on her large features, the crown of red atop of her head, her horns, her nostrils that, occasionally, released small puffs of black smoke. As it always seemed to, this pleasure, combined with a totally new experience of having sex with a brand new type of female creature, significantly shortened the time it took to make him come. He cried out and Kesley didn't seem to mind as his dick began pumping powerful spurts of his seed into her mouth. She continued sucking, gently sliding her thumb and finger up and down his dick, working it lovingly to get more of his seed out of him.

Owyn moaned as he came, lost completely in the feeling, twitching with each new pulse of pleasure that erupted from his core.

When it was over, he looked back down and saw Kesley slowly pulling his dick from her mouth. She licked across its tip, catching a bit of seed that remained, causing him to groan and a fresh wave of pleasure to shoot through him, then she smiled up at him.

“Tastes good, just like I remember,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Owyn replied with conviction. “That blowjob was fucking amazing.”

“Glad to see I've still got it.”

Kesley stood and moved over to his storage chest where she crouched, opened it, and rooted around inside, soon coming up with a bottle of strawberry flavored wine he'd picked up somewhere along the way before crashing out at the brothel.

“You mind?” she asked.

“Help yourself,” he replied.

She thanked him, tore the cork out with one claw and drank the entire thing in one go, then she set the bottle down and moved back to their impromptu love nest. For a little while, they simply laid there in the post-orgasm glow.

“Enjoying the show so far?” Owyn asked, looking over at Fay. She seemed distracted and flushed.

She smiled. “Yeah, definitely.”

“So it was worth it? Tracking me down?” Owyn asked.

“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “So far, definitely. You're cute and you sure seem to know what you're doing, which makes for great viewing.”

“I'm having fun,” Kesley said. “I'm also still horny.”

Owyn took the cue from her and realized the break was over. He needed to work on getting horny again, which wouldn't take too much doing. He started groping her breasts again, then leaned down and began kissing them. Kesley let out a soft gasp as he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it.

“That's good,” she whispered, running her fingers across the back of his head. “Very good, Owyn,” she murmured.

He continued sucking on her huge dragon breast for a bit longer, then switched to the other one, giving it the same tender attention and eliciting more moans from Kesley. Finally, he felt himself become fully erect again.

He looked up at her. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied, spreading her legs. “Give it to me, cute human.”

He gave it to her. Owyn got in between her legs and placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. He could feel heat radiating from it, hesitated, then pushed his dick slowly into the opening. Inside, she was fantastically wet and hot. He had no problem getting in. Owyn pushed his cock all the way into her, groaning at the feel of it and getting a loud cry of pleasure from Kesley. She spread her legs wider. Being shorter than her, Owyn came up to just above her chest, giving him a perfect view of her huge tits as he began driving his cock into her.

They both began moaning in tandem as they made love. Owyn felt raw waves of sexual euphoria rushing through him with each thrust into Kesley's tight, dragon pussy. This was happening, it was really happening...he was fucking a dragon. He kept himself propped up on the heels of his palms, staring at her huge breasts, loving the way they looked when they bounced and swayed. He shifted his gaze downwards, watching his pale human cock disappearing into Kesley's tight, dark dragon pussy over and over again.

He began to hear another set of moans. Glancing over, he realized that Fay was the one making the sounds. She had her legs open wide, her skirt hiked up, a hand between her thick, bronzed thighs. It gave him a perfect view of her pussy and of her fingering herself. She was watching them both, masturbating to them fucking and that only made this whole thing that much hotter. She caught eyes with him and grinned seductively. Owyn turned his attention back to Kesley, since she was the one he was fucking right now.

Continuing to pound her, he began going harder, since he really didn't have to worry about hurting her given her larger size. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it when he went harder. He spread out his own legs a bit, using his knees to give him some more leverage, pushed himself up a bit more on his hands and really started giving it to her. She cried out, moaning his name in passionate, lusty need. He could feel her getting hotter.

Wetter.

Closer to an orgasm.

He didn't want to be inside of her when that happened, unfortunately, so he knew he had to wrap this up kind of soon.

“I'm going to blow soon,” he said.

“Ready for you,” she replied, breathlessly.

Owyn kept fucking her, focusing the way her pussy felt, the heat and the wetness and the perfect pleasure of her dragon vagina. Staring at her huge breasts did it, the way they bounced and swayed and shifted in rhythm with his thrusts. Right as he was about to pop, he quickly extracted his cock, scrambled up the length of her long, full body and crouched over her impressive chest. She watched him intently, (they both did, he realized a little later), as he started moaning and shooting his load all over her tits.

As he began moaning, he saw Kesley shift slightly, reaching somewhere behind him and then, suddenly, she was moaning too. He had just enough time to realize that she must be finishing herself off, giving herself a climax all her own, before all he had time for was his own orgasm. He groaned, holding himself up as his dick began kicking and throbbing and shooting thick loads of his sticky white seed all over her large, dark-scaled breasts. He continued jacking off, blowing his load all over her, until he was empty.

Finally, exhaling forcefully, he got off her and sat down heavily on the carpet.

“Wow,” he said, just sitting there, trying to get his breath back and his eyes to focus again.

“Seconded,” Kesley replied.

“Same,” Fay added. He glanced at her. She had her skirt all the way up, exposing her thick thighs and smooth pussy, which was now coated in a slightly glowing golden substance.

“Is that...what you shoot, when you come?” he asked.

She glanced down. “Oh yeah. You probably won't see much of it...ugh, sorry. That probably sounded really mean. What I mean is, regular sex doesn't really...get me off much anymore. I mean, it's nice and all, I just don't really come from it.”

“Oh,” Owyn replied.

They laid there in silence for a few moments. Finally, Kesley sat up. “Is there a washcloth around anywhere?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Owyn replied, standing slowly and moving over to the washbasin. It was kept heated by a magical charge. He dunked one of the cloths into it, wrung it out and then tossed it to Kesley, who caught it and began cleaning herself. He grabbed another one for himself, cleaning his cock off, then turned to glance at Fay, to see if she needed one, but she was already cleaned up and was pulling her skirt back into place.

“You know,” Owyn said as he tossed the cloth back into the water, “I feel like I keep doing this backwards.”

“Doing what?” Kesley asked. She finished cleaning herself off. Owyn laid down next to her and she wrapped one of her wings affectionately around him.

“My meetings with women. We have sex and then we get to know each other...only sometimes I don't get to know them at all. It just feels kind of weird. It makes me a little worried that I won't know how to have a sustained relationship when I want one.”

“Well...I imagine whoever you're going to be in a relationship with, it'll have to be an open one,” Kesley replied. “I admit I don't know much about human relationships and dragon relationships are...non-existent.”

“You don't have relationships?” Owyn asked.

“No. Dragons are solitary creatures. We mate and that's it, really. We raise our young and then they leave and become solitary and dragons don't reproduce very often. I admit that I'm a rarity among my kind. I do want companionship, but not nearly so much as even an average human or elf. It's what led me to transforming myself and moving among your kind, looking for...companionship. But, about what you were saying, I think that if you do have one relationship, it won't be one-on-one only. I've heard that elves often have open relationships and in a way you seem more like an elf than you do a human,” she explained.

“Huh,” Owyn murmured. “I guess so. That seems like it might be tough...I don't know how I would react to the knowledge that someone else would be having sex with my girlfriend. But, I mean, it'd only be fair if I was sleeping around too...” He yawned suddenly. “Oh, wow. I'm really tired. Kind of crept up on me.”

“You should sleep down here, with me,” Kesley said, giving him a squeeze with her wing. “That way, if I get horny in the middle of the night, I can just wake you up and you can crawl on top of me and give me another good fucking.”

“I'm okay with that,” Owyn said, then yawned again.

“Me too,” Fay said, standing. “It means I get the bed all to myself.”

Owyn snorted and had Kesley grab one of the blankets from the bed. They covered themselves up and he rolled over and put an arm across her stomach. It was weird, as he never thought he'd be comfortable right next to a huge dragon woman, but he fell asleep easily enough. Within a few minutes, he was out.

CHAPTER III

Owyn awoke to darkness and confusion.

He was lying against something big, scaly, and warm. Hot, actually. For a moment, he had no idea where he was or what was going on. He was lying down, though not on a bed and there was a blanket over him. He heard rain, tapping against a tent. Shifting, he sat up and looked around. Okay, he was in his tent. That much was obvious. And...there was a faint, white glow coming from his bed. Fay. She was asleep there.

Which meant...he looked down. Kesley was asleep next to him. The blanket had fallen off of her chest, revealing her large, impressive, scaly breasts that rose and fell gently as she breathed. Owyn wasn't sure what had woken him, but now that he was awake (sort of, he was still very tired), and aware, he was incredibly horny. He remembered Kesley saying something about sex in the middle of the night.

He reached over and placed a hand on her breast. As soon as he did, her eyes opened up, glowing a faint red. She looked down at his hand, then up at him. As they locked eyes, a slow smile played across her face.

“You wish to mate,” she said.

“Yes,” Owyn replied. “Please.”

She spread out of her legs and tossed the blanket aside. “Be my guest, Owyn,” she replied, her voice a sultry purr.

Apparently, she was just as horny as he was. Quickly, his limbs feeling sluggish, Owyn got out from beneath the blanket and got on top of the beautiful dragon woman, in between her long, spread-open legs. Gripping his cock, which felt so hard it was almost painful, and throbbed in desperate need and anticipation, he put it up against her tight opening. Heat radiated off of her. Owyn groaned as he pushed it inside of her.

Yes, she was definitely horny, his cock slipped in without a problem. Her vagina was practically gushing with wetness. He cried out as he started thrusting into her furiously, causing her to do the same, moaning loudly in sexual euphoria as they began mating. Owyn stared at her, first at her heaving chest, then up at her darkly seductive face, features twisted slightly in concentration, no doubt focusing on the pleasure she was getting out of the sex. Owyn knew this wouldn't be anything more than a quickie.

He was almost out of his mind with lust.

He continued fucking her, going fast and hard, building each thrust in speed and power, burying his rigid cock in her tight, wet, yielding pussy over and over again. He could feel his orgasm building with him.

“Yes, Owyn...oh yes, fuck me, fuck me...” she moaned, panting.

“Oh Kesley,” he groaned. “Kesley it's so...you feel so good,” he whispered.

The building bliss reached a climax. Owyn could contain himself no longer. He cried out, groaning as his orgasm began and his dick started pulsing and kicking inside of the tight hold Kesley's pussy had on it. He could feel his seed leaving him in thick, hot, powerful spurts, each one sending a new wave of pleasure through him, leaving him momentarily mindless and gasping for breath. As the orgasm eventually petered out, he became aware of Kesley holding him. He looked up at her and she smiled at him.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“Good, get out, I need to finish,” she replied.

“You two are really hot together.” They both glanced up. Fay was awake, perched at the end of the bed, watching them both. “I mean, just...wow.”

“Thanks,” Kesley said as Owyn pulled out of her and got clear of her pussy. “Now, if you don't mind...” She reached down, put her hand between her thighs and began to rub herself.

“You know...I could help you with that,” Fay said. “If you'll remember, your sex juices aren't too hot for me.”

“Okay, get down here,” Kesley replied.

Owyn settled down, watching in eager anticipation as Fay got down off the bed and settled herself on her stomach, lying down in between Kesley's legs. Without hesitation, Fay began eating the dragon woman out. Kesley moaned loudly in pleasure, the sound intensely arousing. He watched Fay lick at Kesley's clit over and over again, spreading her pussy open with her thumbs. The dragon continued to moan and twitch in pleasure. It didn't take very long. Suddenly, she was coming and a hot spray of clear liquids spurted across Fay's lower face and her chest and shoulders. She straightened up as Kesley continued coming.

“Very hot,” she murmured, staring at Kesley's pussy.

Owyn felt a bit out of it as he watched the display finish. It was probably one of the hottest things he'd ever seen.

Fay brought her arm out, faced her palm back toward herself and said a word in a language Owyn didn't and probably couldn't understand. Just like that, she was clean again. “All right,” she said, rising and climbing back onto the bed. “Sleep time.”

“Thank you, Fay,” Kesley said. “That was wonderful.”

“Happy to help, sweetie,” Fay replied.

“I believe I owe you a thanks as well,” Owyn said as he laid back down besides Kesley and pulled the blanket back over them.

“The sex was thanks enough, I like it with cute little human men,” she replied. “Now, let's get back to sleep. I have a long fly ahead of me tomorrow.”

Owyn nodded and rested up against her, putting his arm over her once more. Like this, laying together, they drifted off to sleep again.

…

Owyn woke the next morning to sunshine and movement.

Kesley and Fay were getting up. Owyn laid there for awhile, just watching the two women. He was still tired from the night before. Apparently, sex with a dragon was exhausting. Also, it turned out, neither woman needed much time to get up and get ready. In five minutes they were pretty much good to go.

“I have to leave,” Kesley said. “It's been fun.”

“Okay,” Owyn replied, still lying on the floor of his tent. He pulled back the blankets and stood up, yawning, stretching and then rubbing at his eyes. “It has been a lot of fun. Thanks, uh, for flying all the way down here to have sex with me.”

Kesley laughed. “It was worth it,” she said, hugging him and pressing his head in between her immense breasts. He heard Fay laughing again. She released Owyn and he couldn't help but grin foolish up at her.

Breasts seemed to render him stupid.

“I'll, uh, miss you,” he said.

“And I you,” Kesley replied.

She leaned in and gave him a kiss, then turned and kissed Fay as well. For a moment, it struck Owyn, the fact that here he was, standing naked in a tent in the middle of nowhere with a naked dragon woman and a naked sprite. It also struck him that, beneath the surface happiness he felt from the sex sessions, there was a kind of...hollowness. An emptiness that left him cold and worried. He tried to ignore it.

“Goodbye, you two,” Kesley said as she finished kissing Fay and stepped out of the tent. The pair followed her out into the early morning sunshine. The rain had stopped, leaving the area saturated in glistening dew. The clouds had cleared away for the most part, those that were left behind were white and fluffy and friendly. Kesley stepped clear of the camp and Owyn and Fay moved to its edge, to watch her.

She strode surely into the middle of the clearing where she stood for one moment, focusing, as if composing herself and her thoughts. Then, Kesley crouched and leaped into the air. She did not fall back to the earth, instead she continued to rise, her wings flapping. And she grew. Owyn watched, utterly mesmerized, as she transformed back into her original dragon form. Her body lengthened and stretched and twisted, her tail growing much longer, her head bigger, her wings enormous. Within a few seconds, she was the same utterly massive, house-sized dragon he'd seen the night before. She paused once, high in the air, and looked back down at the pair of them. She blew a smoke ring that became a smoke-shaped heart.

And then she was gone, flapping her powerful wings and surging forward and higher into the air. Owyn watched her for as long as he could, but that was just a few seconds before she was out of sight. He and Fay were alone once more in the clearing.

“That was fun,” Fay said. “How about breakfast?”

“Uh...yeah, sure,” Owyn replied. “I'll get started on it.”

First, he walked to the edge of the clearing and took a long piss, which was easier now that his morning wood had faded. He supposed it had been satisfied the night before. He thought of Kesley and her naked, scaly body as he finished pissing and made his way back to the camp. What a night it had been. Slowly building up speed, his movements becoming more sure as his body finished waking up, Owyn stepped into the tent, pulled on a pair of boxers and rooted around in his chilled chest. Fay, he noted, seemed perfectly content to be naked still.

“Do you need to eat? I mean, like, for sustenance?” he asked as he pulled out some venison, potatoes, and carrots.

“No,” Fay replied. “At least, not here, in this land. Not as you understand it. But I like eating. I like indulging,” she explained.

Owyn figured that made enough sense. He set the stuff out on his desk, the went back, grabbed a couple of bottles of water and stepped outside. Stepping over to the camp's fire-pit, he poured the water into the hanging pot and then lit the fire with the magic spell he'd finally taught himself. It was fairly effective. He took the two bottles back inside and replaced them in the chest, then moved over to the desk, grabbed a knife and the carrots. Over the next fifteen minutes or so, he moved back and forth between the fire-pit and the tent, chopping up first the carrots, then the potatoes after peeling them, then the venison.

Once that was done, he added some spices, put the lid on the pot and then joined Fay where she was sitting at the table, still nude.

“Where are we going next?” Owyn asked.

“There's an abandoned fort about three miles west of here, further inland. There's a woman heading there, she's tracking a thief,” Fay replied.

“Who is she?”

“Our next companion.”

“How do you know these things?”

“I have certain abilities that allow me to track those who I desire,” Fay replied. “It's rather complicated. Being a sprite often is.”

“Huh,” Owyn murmured, getting the sense that she just didn't feel like talking about it. If he didn't know better, he would suspect Fay of being bored. Maybe she was. Well, probably she was, given all that she had seen and done.

They waited in the strengthening sunshine until the food was ready, then Owyn grabbed a pair of bowls and two bottles of milk. He served the venison vegetable stew and they ate together at the table. When it was done, Owyn used some water from the washbasin to rinse the bowls and bottles out, very grateful for the spell that would replenish and clean the water, (and keep it from going anywhere when the camp was in its broken down state), and then replaced everything. He killed the fire and dressed in his traveling clothes.

It was obvious that Fay was eager to get underway.

As soon as he was finished dressing, Owyn grabbed his backpack, slid it on and moved with Fay, (who had also dressed by now), out of range of the camp. He said the deactivating word and, in a rush of sound and light, the camp broke back down, becoming a small bag that sat in the clearing. Owyn retrieved it and tied it to his belt.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Very,” Fay replied.

They set off once more.

…

They walked for close to an hour before Owyn broke the silence once more.

“You said you have powers to track people,” he said.

“That's right,” Fay replied, glancing over at him.

“Then why didn't you just...come to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“You said you talked to some of my former lovers. You tracked them down and talked with them before talking to me,” he explained.

“Well, I guess I wanted to be sure. And, well, I'm always on the lookout for more sexual partners. I mean, if they were willing to sleep with humans then I figured there was at least a semi-decent chance that they'd be willing to have sex with me.”

“Which of them did?”

“Clover did. She was really sweet and she tasted quite wonderful. Molly did, too. Oh wow, I normally don't go for the domination thing but she was insistent and...mmm, it just reminded me of how fun it could be to get rough during sex. She was quite the great fuck,” Fay replied. “I was just sad that your succubus friend had returned to the infernal realms. Sprites don't go there, typically. And they don't come to our realms.”

“Why?”

“It's a little complicated. Some of it is just that it's not...proper. There are...ah, treaties, I guess. Accords, you could call them, that make it so that we don't operate in each other's realms. If we do have to meet, sprites and demons, I mean, then we prefer to meet in intermediary realms. Like yours, mostly. We meet in deep forests or uninhabited islands, usually, and conduct our business. I do miss demon sex, though. It is...quite wonderful.”

“It really is,” Owyn said. “I don't think I had sex with Lexi one time where I didn't pass out afterward. She was really something else.”

He paused as they came around a bend in the path they were walking on. They'd been traveling through a forest for awhile now. The trees cleared away and opened up, showing a rise of land and, on that rise of land, a crumbling stonework ruin, long since given up to the ages. It looked to be an old military fort. As Owyn was studying it, suddenly, a person burst forth from the dense treeline up ahead, a man holding something tightly to him and running, panting and muttering to himself. He looked up at the fort, completely ignoring or missing Owyn and Fay, and ran up the path to the crumbling main gates.

Just as he ran up it and disappeared into the fort, another figure appeared from the treeline, this one much more silently and stealthily. It was a woman, a beautiful, tall, trim blonde with a dagger in either hand.

She began stalking towards the fort, then she froze, turned and locked eyes with Owyn. “Fay?” she asked. She cast a glance at the fort. “Ugh, you pop up at the weirdest times, help me get this guy, would you?” she asked.

“Sure thing, Piper,” Fay replied. “Come on, Owyn.”

The tall blonde, Piper, began running towards the fort with a startling speed. Owyn and Fay hurried after her. They moved up the path and in through the crumbling front gate. They came into a large, open courtyard that once must have been a place for running drills, practicing archery and swordplay. Now it was all overrun with wild plant life everywhere, what remained of the practice dummies and tables and chairs had long since been overtaken by growth. They just caught sight of Piper moving into the fort through the open front doors. Fay and Owyn hurried after her, moving through the dense foliage.

“What's happening, exactly?” Owyn asked quietly.

“Bounty hunting,” Fay replied.

They came into a large, open hall. Broken furniture lay everywhere. Doors lined the walls and stairwells led up and away to either side. Piper was already surging up the left stairwell. She was fast. Fay and Owyn again moved after her, Fay going ahead of him, floating quickly. They managed to catch up to her in the hallway above.

“What are you doing here?” Piper asked. She had stopped at the head of the stairwell, staring down a corridor lit dimly by a window at the opposite end, tattered remains of a curtain drawn haphazardly over it. About a dozen doors lined the walls.

“Sex favor,” Fay replied.

Piper glanced back over her shoulder at both of them, one eyebrow cocked. Up close, Owyn realized just how striking her face was, her bone structure giving her a sort of rough, jagged look. It was strange but also really hot.

“For you or him?” she asked.

“Both,” Fay replied with a grin.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, then returned her attention to the corridor, staring intently at it. “Fine, let me catch this idiot. You help me get him back to town and I'll do whatever the two of you want...within reason, of course.”

“Trust me, this is something you want,” Fay replied.

Piper looked at them again. “Wait, is this about what we spoke of last time? My desire to...you know...”

“Yep.”

“And he, he'll do it?”

“Pretty sure he'll do it.”

“What are you two talking about?” Owyn asked. There didn't seem to be anything strange about this woman. In the few minutes that he'd known her, he'd put together that she was beautiful, competent, and extremely fit.

She'd have no trouble getting laid.

“You'll see,” Piper said. “Hold on.”

Abruptly, she set off down the corridor, marching about half its length. She stopped once, sniffed the air, then turned to her left and kicked in the door there. As she did this, they all heard a cry of fear come from the room within.

“Please, don't!” someone said as Piper all but leaped into the room.

“You brought this on yourself,” Piper replied.

There was a brief sound of struggle, of something heavy getting knocked over, then, finally, a loud thud and a yelp of pain. Piper emerged from the room a moment later, the man from before slung over her shoulder and a large, leatherbound book in hand.

“What'd he do?” Owyn asked.

“Stole this from the local lord's mage,” Piper replied, holding up the book. “He's an idiot. Crafty, but an idiot. He was hiding out at the inn, trying to sell it off. Pretended to be a wandering mage looking to buy and sell goods,” she explained as she began leading them out of the ruined fort. “I happened to be passing through, heard about the bounty, tracked the idiot to the inn and kicked his door in. He got away from me and I had to chase him all the way up here. He's faster than he looks,” she added, walking down the stairs.

“How'd you track him?” Owyn asked.

“I've got a good sense of smell,” Piper replied.

Owyn wasn't sure what to make of that. In fact, he wasn't sure what to make of all of this. Not that he wouldn't be very, very happy to have sex with Piper. She seemed at least ten years older than him, maybe as many much as twenty, (she was one of those people who it was hard to tell her age, it was obvious that she wasn't young, but she wasn't really old either), and she was extremely attractive in that intimidating sort of way.

She led them outside, back into the sunshine, and began marching towards the trees. Owyn and Fay followed her.

“So, who are you?” Piper asked, looking at Owyn. “How'd you meet up with Fay?”

“I'm Owyn Fisher. A traveling adventurer. Fay sought me out at...up in Mist,” Owyn replied, a little awkwardly.

“He was staying at Suck Lust, in the basement,” Fay replied.

“Oh. You bang undead chicks. Hot,” Piper said.

“I...get around,” Owyn replied.

“That would sure explain why and how you hooked up with Fay, and why the two of you are now here, with me.”

“So...what's your deal? If you don't mind me asking. Fay sought me out because I have...weird tastes. And you, uh, well, you don't seem weird.”

Piper snorted. “How old you?” she asked.

“Uh...eighteen.”

“Gods you're young...but the young ones can be really fucking cute sometimes. And you are really cute. Handsome, in a way, but more cute than handsome. And I do like them young...to answer your question, Owyn, I'm a werewolf.”

He glanced over at her again. Suddenly, a few things made sense. Her powerful sense of smell, her tracking abilities, her intense cardio stamina.

“Oh,” he said.

“Yes. Oh. I'll explain more once we're, well, somewhere a bit more private, after we've turned this moron in.”

“He isn't going to die, is he?” Owyn asked, glancing at him. He was still very out cold.

“Not by my hand,” Piper replied. “No idea what they're going to do to him...come on, let's pick up the pace, I'm eager to get this over with.”

They pressed on into the forest, towards the nearest town.

…

The nearest town turned out to be a small village nestled up against the forest they emerged from. There were maybe a hundred people around, hardly anything happening. They passed by a blacksmith, a few houses, and an inn before getting to the castle, which was also not quite as up to snuff as the other castles Owyn had seen.

He and Fay stayed quiet as Piper marched right up to the front gate of the castle, where a pair of guards were waiting for them. She deposited the man unceremoniously onto the ground, who moaned at the treatment, and handed the book to the guards.

“There you go, book and thief in roughly the same condition they were in before,” she said. “I believe you gentlemen owe me a bounty.”

“Uh...we'll be right back,” one of the guards said, glancing from the semi-conscious man to Piper to Owyn and Fay. Especially Fay. She had that effect on people. He leaned back into the gate and hastily motioned to some unseen people. A moment later another three guards appeared. Two of them picked up the thief, who groaned and protested only briefly but they snapped at him to shut up and be still or they'd slit his throat, and the other took place of one of the guards, who took the book and followed after the pair carrying the thief.

Everyone waited around, awkwardly looking at each other, especially when Piper pulled out one of her daggers and began to casually clean her fingernails with it. Finally, the guard from before returned with a sack of gold. He passed it to Piper, who took it, felt the weight of it and then tied it to her belt and nodded.

“Let's go,” she said.

Once again, Owyn found himself following the pair of women back into the city, this time towards the marketplace, which was good, since he had to stock up on a few more things. Fay again told him, and Piper this time, that she could cover whatever they wanted to buy. Piper apparently took Fay at her word because over the next hour, she visited several stalls in the marketplace, a magic shop, and the blacksmith, getting her gear worked on and toughened up, as well as replenishing her backpack, which was bulky by the time they were done. Owyn bought a few things for himself, replacing the food and drink they'd consumed so far and picking up another pair of traveling clothes, something he'd been meaning to do.

By the time they were finished, his stomach was rumbling.

“I think it's lunchtime,” he said.

“Let's eat and walk,” Piper replied. “We can grab some turkey legs and mugs. I want to head back up to that fort. I saw a huge bed in one of those rooms while I was searching and it would be perfect for our planned activities.”

So they walked and ate.

Piper told him bits and pieces about herself as they left the city and moved back into the forest, heading up to the abandoned fort. Apparently, she'd grown up on the road. Her family had been traveling merchants that hunted their wares, selling mainly meats and furs, but also whatever ingredients they could get from the forests and other areas they traveled. They did this until she twenty and then she decided she wanted to travel on her own for a bit. Only a bit turned out to be about fifteen years and counting.

She liked being alone.

Now, she mainly traveled between the cities and hunted bounties. Sometimes she was muscle for explorers looking to plunder old ruins and abandoned forts.

“And that's me,” Piper said as she finished off the turkey leg and tossed it into the forest.

“You said you were a werewolf,” Owyn replied.

She nodded. “Yeah, guess I can get to that part. I got attacked by one while I was in the Emerald Wild. Got knocked out. There's a cure for it out there, damned expensive and hard to make, but it's out there. I immediately started heading back to civilization, but I was so far out that I ended up turning before I got anywhere meaningful. It was...wonderful. Freeing. I felt powerful like I'd never felt before. I ended up running around the Wild, fighting with other creatures, for the better part of a day before I came back to myself.”

“So you never got cured?” Owyn asked.

“No. I intended to at first but I wanted to feel that way again and I told myself...just one more time. And then it was another time. It was harder to come back that third time. So I stopped, went for the cure, only they didn't have it. They needed to make it. While I waited, I did some research on werewolves, found a book written by a guy who'd become one and learned to control it. I read the whole thing and when the cure came up, I ended up not taking it. I decided that I'd rather control it than throw it away.”

“And I'm guessing you have?”

“Yes. For the most part. That full moon crap is just that, crap. The power to turn is within you at all times. It's...exhausting, though. I turn maybe a few times per month. Nowadays I mainly save it for emergencies.”

She paused as they reached the fort. “And here we are,” she murmured, looking up at it. She briefly sniffed the air, considering. “We're still alone,” she said. “Right Fay?” she asked, glancing back at the sprite.

“We're alone,” Fay agreed.

“Good, let's get this show on the road.”

“So, if I've got this right, you want to fuck me while you're turned?” Owyn asked. They began walking in through the ruined courtyard and into the fort.

“Yes. Although, more accurately, I want you to fuck me while I'm turned. I've never had a human have sex with me in my transformed state.”

“Have you ever had sex in your transformed state?”

“Oh yes, plenty of times. With other werewolves. And a Minotaur once. It was fun, but I decided I wanted something different a little while ago. I wanted to have sex with a regular person, preferably a cute young guy, while I was a werewolf. It's like a new experience kind of deal, mixed in with a challenge. I mean, it's hard enough to find people who will even tolerate the fact that I'm a werewolf, let alone fuck me while I'm one. And, I mean, I get it. Most people who become werewolves can't control it and just turn all the time, and that's how you turn feral and kind of become stuck as a werewolf, attacking everything that moves.”

“How do you...look, when you're a werewolf?” Owyn asked.

They came to the bedroom. She was right, there was a really big bed in it. It still looked pretty serviceable, too.

“Hot,” Fay replied. “Trust me.”

“You'll see,” Piper said.

“So, you won't like...flip on me or anything, will you? I mean sex is a pretty hectic activity. You won't, uh...”

“Kill you?” Piper asked. “No. I'm largely in control of myself. I'm me, just a more...fierce, base version of me. And if, Gods forbid, anything happens or it looks like I'm losing control, Fay will be there to help. But don't worry, I won't break you,” she said, smiling and stepping closer to him. She reached out and placed a hand against his cheek. “I promise.”

“Okay,” he replied softly. “Uh, how do you want to start?”

“I thought we could begin as we are now, fool around, and then, when it comes time for the actual sex, I would transform.”

“Sounds good,” Owyn replied.

Piper leaned in closer and kissed him deeply, slipping her tongue in and wrapping her arms around him all in one smooth motion. She then guided him over to the bed and released him, pushing him back onto it. He landed on his back with a soft grunt and watched her take off her shirt. (She wasn't wearing any armor, she seemed like the kind of person who preferred speed over strength.) With a sly smirk, she pulled her bra up and off, tossing it aside and freeing her beautiful, firm breasts. They were a good size for her frame, maybe a large B or small C cup. She then kicked off her boots and began getting out of her pants.

Owyn took his cue and quickly began to get undressed. By the time she climbed into bed with him, fully naked, he'd finished shucking his clothing. They got further into the bed and resumed kissing. Owyn let his hands wander over her long, lean body. She was definitely a bit taller than he was, something he really enjoyed. He'd never been able to figure out why, but he had a thing for tall women.

He reached down and gripped her firm ass. Piper really was in amazing shape. She slipped her tongue into his mouth again, running her hands across his own skin. She was very warm to the touch. Owyn reached down in between her legs, seeking to pleasure her. She opened her legs for him and he found her clit, stimulating it, making fast little circles with his fingertip. She moaned into their kiss. Owyn felt excitement coursing through him, an intense arousal stiffening him, preparing him for the sex that was to come.

He was about to make love to a werewolf.

That seemed utterly crazy. He'd once gone hunting werewolves, it was where he had met Kat and Millie months ago. He hadn't fought any werewolves though. Now he was preparing to screw one. Piper was really wet. He continued pleasuring her, rubbing her clit a bit faster, increasing the strength with which he pushed down, causing her to moan loudly. She was practically shoving her tongue down his throat at this point.

Owyn slid a finger inside of her tight, wet opening, causing her to break away and cry out. He then lowered his head and began kissing one of her breasts, sliding his tongue across it as he licked it, then focused on her nipple, bringing it to his lips and sucking on it gently. She moaned again, louder, and ran her fingers through his hair.

“You are not-oh yes!-ugh-not afraid to just get in there and get going, are you?” Piper asked, panting now.

Owyn responded by pulling his finger out again and rubbing her clit.

“Oh YES! FUCK THAT'S SO GOOD!” she cried.

He kept going until she started coming. Her powerful hips thrust into his finger and he glanced down, spying a spray of juices escaping her and staining the blankets. She moaned nonsensically, crying out in desperate, passionate lust, lost in the bliss that filled her. Owyn kept stimulating her until she batted his hand away, moaning that it was too much. He sat back and watched her writhe through her climax.

When Piper was finished, she took a deep breath and sat up. “Well,” she said. “I can see why Fay chose you...lie back, I want to return the favor.”

Owyn nodded and eagerly got onto his back. Piper slid into position. He liked how easily she moved, how comfortable she seemed in bed. There was something very erotic about a woman who was this at ease with sleeping with someone she'd meet just about two hours ago. Owyn never understood why some people would look down on that aspect. Sex was awesome. It should be enjoyed. It was that simple. Why did everyone have to complicate it? Of course, here he was, having his own difficulties and complications...

At least he could enjoy this without question.

Piper slipped his cock into her mouth and began sliding her lips up and down the length of his shaft. He groaned, exhaling forcefully at the pleasure of being enveloped inside of all that warmth and wetness. And could she ever suck. Owyn laid his head back, moaning again as the pleasure washed through him like pink waves of bliss. Especially when she pulled his cock out of her mouth, made a fist around the head of his dick and began pumping rapidly. “So, I was thinking we could fuck now,” she said.

He glanced down at her. “Uh...yeah, how do you want me?” he asked.

“I thought I could ride you,” she said. “It'd probably be easiest. At least at first.”

Owyn nodded. “Okay, yeah.”

“All right...here I go. Try not to freak out,” Piper said.

She got up off the bed and Owyn simply laid there, watching her, enraptured by her dexterous movements and naked body. Then she stood before him. He realized that Fay had taken a seat across the room, her skirt hiked up like before, revealing her bare pussy and thighs, ready for action herself. She had a good view of them both. Owyn stared intently at Piper, who now stood erect at the end of the bed, focusing.

There was a moment of pause, of silence.

Then it happened.

Her back arched, breasts thrust out, arms spread wide. She let out a scream that deepened and expanded, becoming a roar that chilled Owyn's bones and made him react in almost pure, primal fear. Her skin was darkening, growing, he realized, dark brown fur. She was getting taller, too. And her mouth and nose were both lengthening, stretching out. Her arms and legs grew longer, her hands and feet too, all while growing a layer of fur everywhere. Then, suddenly, she was finished. Owyn stared at her, and she let him, for a few seconds.

She was easily a foot taller now and her features were far more...wolf-like in appearance, though there was still an obvious trace of humanity leftover. She had a long, limber body with powerful limbs. Her breasts had gotten much bigger, so had her hips and thighs, they rippled with raw power. She was right, she was definitely hot, and still very humanoid. Piper ran her hands down her sides and grinned at him.

“What do you think?” she asked, her voice now much rougher, sharper.

“I think this is going to be an experience to remember,” Owyn replied.

Piper laughed, then leaped forward onto to the bed and onto him. He had to fight the urge to cringe away from her. As aroused as he was, he was also very scared. But Piper didn't really give him a chance.

“In,” she growled, hovering over him.

Owyn obeyed, reaching down and grabbing his dick. He guided it into her pussy. Once he was inside, she let out a loud moan and began riding him. Owyn groaned loudly, the pleasure immediate and immense, enveloping his cock in pure, wet, hot sexual rapture. He reached out and grabbed her hips firmly.

“Oh, Piper!” he cried. “Fuck that feels-oh my-it's so good!” he moaned.

Piper offered a throaty laugh and continued to ride him, sliding her burning hot werewolf pussy up and down the rigid length of his human cock. She started going harder and faster and he could practically feel himself bouncing off the mattress. Behind them, the headboard started banging into the wall. Piper was moaning in panting rhythms.

“Yes...yes...fuck yes it's so good...” she groaned. “This is exactly what I wanted...fuck it's so hot!” she cried, staring down at him.

He reached up and groped her big, furry tits, loving the feel of them, the firmness they had. Piper seemed to be really enjoying herself. Suddenly, she reached down, grabbed his wrists and forced his arms back against the bed. Her large, wolfish face hung over his, her wide, blood-red eyes stared directly into his. Owyn swallowed nervously as she continued to ride him, holding him down firmly into place.

She leaned in a bit further, then licked up one side of his face with a long, pink tongue. He laughed nervously.

“You're kind of freaking me out,” he said.

“Sorry,” Piper replied, pulling back and releasing him. “Maybe we should switch positions,” she suggested.

“That sounds great, could you get on your back?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, getting up off of him.

His dick all but popped out of her incredibly tight pussy as she slid it out of her. He got up and she laid down on her back, long, powerful legs spread wide. Owyn took a moment to study her lean, furry body, enjoying the sight of her spread out like this, taking up the whole bed, before he read the impatience in her gaze, (an impatience he felt himself), and he quickly laid down in between her legs and got back to it.

Owyn slid his cock back into her tight, wet pussy and quickly began fucking her. Her now being around seven feet tall, his head only came up to about her breasts, which was fine by him. He watched them bounce and sway in sync with his thrusting, making her moan and tear at the bed and blankets with her powerful, clawed digits.

He suddenly sensed movement to his side and both he and Piper glanced over. Fay, now completely naked, was hovering at the side of the bed. “Mind if I join in?” she asked, a dark, sultry grin on her perfect face. “I want to make use of that tongue of yours, Piper.”

“Be my guest,” Piper replied.

Fay grinned wider and climbed up onto the bed. As Owyn continued fucking Piper's werewolf pussy, he shifted position, getting up onto his knees to get a better view of what was about to happen. Fay floated delicately over Piper's face, levitating over it so that her pussy was just above Piper's snout. When Fay was in position, Piper opened her mouth and let her tongue drift out and up, coming into contact with Fay's vagina.

The sprite moaned as this happened. Owyn watched intently as Piper began licking rapidly at Fay's pussy, reaching up and gripping her thick thighs. He continued staring at the two women as he kept fucking Piper's pussy, thrusting wildly into her.

“Oh, Piper that's incredible,” Fay groaned, wrapping her arms around herself, eyes squeezed shut, soaking in the pleasure.

Piper kept going, working at it, pleasuring the naked, floating sprite. Owyn felt like he might blow his load soon. He forced it back down to the best of his ability, wanting this sexual experience to keep going for as long as possible. Suddenly, Fay opened her eyes and looked at Owyn. “Will you fuck me, too?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely,” he replied, as if he'd say anything else.

“You okay with this Piper?” Fay asked, getting off of the werewolf's face.

“Yeah,” Piper replied. “Just so long as he finishes in me.”

“Normally that's not a request I get,” Owyn said as Fay laid down on top of Piper, lying on her back, her pussy right above Piper's.

“I just...like it,” Piper replied. “It's...I don't know, it feels good, the knowledge that I'm being...filled. Ugh, I don't know, I just really like it when I'm in this form.”

“I'll be very happy to oblige,” Owyn replied.

He pulled out after another ten seconds or so of fucking Piper, shifted and slid his cock into Fay's perfect sprite vagina.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned as he started thrusting in and out of her. “I forgot how good that feels.”

“Magic pussy is the best pussy,” Fay agreed.

Owyn continued screwing her, reaching out and groping her huge, smooth breasts. He pounded her, working fast in between her thick, tanned thighs, then he pulled out and put it back into Piper's tight, wet opening. He fucked her for another minute before having to pull out, the pleasure too much. Then he got back inside of Fay, who moaned as he reentered her. He ran his hands along her thighs and hips while he fucked her, losing himself inside of her tightly-coiled wetness until he nearly popped inside of her.

Finally, he knew he was at the end of his rope. Owyn pulled out and put it back in Piper. He fucked her for about another twenty seconds before the pleasure overwhelmed him. Lost inside of that perfect werewolf pussy, he started coming. Piper felt it and cried out, moaning his name as he began to shoot his load inside of her, filling her up just as she had requested. They both moaned as he did this. Owyn could feel his dick spurting and kicking, jettisoning hot loads of his seed one squirted, hot spray at a time.

He held himself up until his orgasm tapered off, then he pulled out and flopped back onto the bed, breathing heavily and slicked with sweat.

“Thank you,” Piper breathed. “I just...can't even describe how it feels when they come in me,” she said. “Fuck, I'd better change back. Fay, you mind?”

“Nope,” Fay replied, getting off of her.

Owyn propped himself up on his elbows, watching as the woman went through the process of transforming back into a tall, blonde human female from a werewolf. She shrank, her limbs shortening, her fur lessening, becoming tanned skin once more. Before long, she was as he had seen before, though naked now, panting, looking spent and exhausted. Owyn moved next to her and laid down against her. She accepted him, wrapping her arms around him.

“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing him on the forehead. “For accepting me and...for having sex with me in my, uh, beast form,” she said.

“Happy to,” Owyn replied. “You're pretty fucking hot, in both forms.”

She laughed and kissed him once more. “Thanks,” she said. “I wouldn't mind if you and Fay stuck around a while longer. We can searching this place for treasure maybe, make camp here and have some more 'regular' sex tonight.”

“I'm very, very down for that,” Owyn said.

“Me too,” Fay replied, though she sounded...if Owyn didn't know any better, he thought she sounded bored. He frowned, looking at her. She was gathering up her clothes. As he looked at her, he felt an odd pang of loneliness, a strange sadness that seemed to hollow out his core and fill him with coldness.

Why did he feel this way?

What was wrong with him?

He turned back over and tried to seek warmth and solace in Piper's arms.

CHAPTER IV

“How you doing?” Piper asked.

Owyn glanced over at her. She smiled at him from across the table, an almost totally empty bowl in front of her.

“Feeling good,” Owyn replied, trying for his own smile.

It wasn't exactly a lie, he was feeling better at least. It had been about an hour since he, Piper, and Fay had engaged in their threesome. Almost immediately afterward, Fay had left, saying that she had something she needed to tend to elsewhere, and that she would be back in the morning, not to wait up for her. Owyn thought it a bit strange, but, if he was being completely honest with himself, he was looking for a bit of one-on-one time with Piper.

Despite her gruff exterior and rough and tumble personality, she seemed to sense his strange discomfort and sadness. Even more interesting, she was responding to it. She had shed her tough attitude and had taken on a caring, more personal demeanor. After cuddling with him in bed for a good ten minutes, she'd led him to an old sunken tub and filled it with steaming, clear water, using some water magic. They had soaked and cleaned up, then they'd pulled on tattered but basically functional robes they found stored in one of the dilapidated cabinets in the bathing room. From there, they'd made a meal together.

Owyn had still had some venison and rabbit stored in his pack, as well as some potatoes, and they'd cut it all up and made a stew out of it. After it was done, they'd taken it in bowls up to the bedroom where they ate at a table near the bed.

“That's good to know. I was a little worried,” she said. Then she chuckled. “Thought maybe I was losing my touch.”

“Oh...no, the sex was fantastic. Actually, I guess that's kind of why I was down. I knew we're going to be split apart soon. I'm going to miss you and our fun times together.”

“Well, we haven't gone our separate ways yet,” Piper said, sitting up a little bit more. Her robe fell open slightly, revealing a portion of her breasts.

“That's true,” Owyn replied.

“It's not like I have to be anywhere, you know. I don't have any pressing engagements. I'm okay with staying here for the night. That bed is comfortable. And...” She paused, then fixed him with an intense stare.

“And...?” he prompted.

She grinned. “Well, I wouldn't mind another roll in the hay,” she said.

“Oh...in your werewolf form?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No, it'd be too much. That took a lot out of me. I need some recovery time. But sex in my human form is still very much an option.”

“That sounds great,” Owyn replied. “Uh, when do you want to do it?”

Piper stood and shrugged out of her robe, again revealing her tall, lithe naked body to him in all its beautiful, fit, pale glory. “I'm horny now,” she said.

“Me too,” Owyn replied.

He stood up and shed his own robe. They moved over to the bed and laid down. As they shifted into position, Piper again fixed him with an intense stare.

“So...can we do this one a little different?” she asked.

“Uh, I guess that depends on what you mean by different,” Owyn replied.

“Well, have you ever done it, you know...rough?” she asked.

“I thought we did it pretty rough before.”

She laughed. “Yeah, that was rough, but this would be different. I suppose I should be direct. Would you be comfortable with, um, choking me? And maybe hitting me? Slapping me?” she asked.

“Uh...wow. Yeah, I mean, I guess I would. If that's really what you want.”

“I do...I don't enjoy the luxury of getting into bed with someone I really trust with something like this very often,” she replied.

“Okay...you'll tell me if it's too much, right?”

“Yes, but don't worry about that. I'm pretty tough.”

“All right. Uh...when should I actually start doing it? Now or...”

“Oh. During sex. I'll let you know.”

“Okay.”

They came together in the middle of the bed, kissing and groping. Owyn again ran his hands over Piper's smooth, tight body. He loved her height and her firm frame, the way her pale skin stretched over her small but powerful muscles. He massaged her high, firm breasts for a little while, then slid his hand around and down, groping her firm, tight ass. Piper pressed herself closer to him, rubbing their warm, naked bodies together.

“You want me to eat you out?” Owyn asked softly, in between kisses.

“Duh! Of course I do,” she replied, grinning broadly.

Owyn laughed, kissed her once more, then slid down in between her trim, athletic thighs, which she spread wide for him. He spread the lips of her pussy, exposing the white nub of her clit, nestled in a field of pink, glistening flesh, waiting for him. Letting his breath whisper out across her sensitive skin, Owyn leaned in and touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, causing her to moan loudly in sexual bliss. Working slowly, he began to stimulate her, massaging her clit with his tongue, gently increasing the pressure and speed.

“Oh wow, you're really good at this, Owyn,” Piper moaned, writhing in pleasure as he worked, running her fingers through his hair.

Spurred on, he began to lick faster at her clit, using more of his tongue and getting at the sensitive skin surrounding it as well. He kept this up for another minute or so before Piper pulled his head up from her vagina.

“Fuck me!” she growled. “Now!”

The feral, desperate need in her eyes prevented any form of questioning from Owyn, so he did just that, quickly getting on top of her, settling himself in between her legs and resting the head of his cock at the tight, wet opening of her pussy. She cried out as he penetrated her. Piper reached down and grabbed his ass, yanking him forward and forcing him deeper into her, shoving his entire length into her all at once.

“Yes!” she cried. “Hit me!” she moaned.

Owyn got up off her a bit, raised his hand, hesitated briefly, then slapped her once across the face. She moaned.

“Again!” she snapped.

He hit her again, feeling a kind of dark rush of excitement as he did it, the sound of his hand striking her face very loud.

“Harder!” she yelled, almost challenging him. Her cheek was turning red.

Owyn slapped her once more, hard, the blow jerking her head to the side and she cried out again, a loud, passionate moan of sexual rapture.

“Choke me!” she gasped. “Please! Now!”

Feeling ever more excited, his pleasure and arousal escalating, Owyn continued thrusting into her, burying his cock in her tight opening over and over again as he re-positioned himself. Balancing on his knees now, he reached down and got a good grip on her thin, pale neck, wrapping both of his hands around it. She looked up at him with an almost maddened, feral need, her blonde hair wild and messy. He began to close his grip.

“More!” she said.

He tightened his grip, wondering how far she would make him go, continuing to fuck her, feeling his own pleasure welling within him.

“Harder!” she gasped.

Owyn tightened his grip even further, squeezing her neck, cutting off almost all her air. She moaned and gasped, twisting and writhing beneath him and then, suddenly, she came. She moaned loudly, the sound muffled and strained. Inside, her muscles were twitching and spasming. A hot, wet spray of sex juices flooded out of her.

She reached up and grasped his wrists and he immediately relaxed his grip. Piper gasped, taking a deep breath.

“Doggystyle,” she managed.

“Got it...you okay?” he asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” she replied as she finished orgasming. “Fuck, that was so good.”

They switched positions, Piper quickly getting onto her hands and knees, Owyn resting on his knees behind her. He guided his cock quickly back into her waiting, pink pussy, sliding smoothly inside of her once more, getting another loud yelling moan out of her. Owyn groaned and placed his hands on her wonderful, tight ass, gripping it firmly as he kept fucking her. They kept going like this, both of them making noises of desperate sexual bliss as they mated, the sounds of their skin slapping together filling the room.

“Put it in my ass!” Piper cried suddenly.

Owyn responded with actions, not needing any more incentive than those spoken words. He pulled out of one hole, readjusted, and began to fit it up another, much tighter hole. Piper cried out as he penetrated her incredibly tight ass. Owyn moaned loudly, hunching forward as he fitted his cock into her pink opening. It went fairly smooth, his dick already practically dripping wet from the sex juices released by her previous orgasm.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me up the ass, Owyn! Fuck my ass!” she screamed as he got all the way up there and began sliding rapidly in and out.

“Oh, Piper...fuck, it's so good!” he groaned. “It's so tight!”

He knew that he was close to orgasm. Getting to fuck a woman's ass always did this to him. Piper seemed to sense it, too.

“Pull my hair when you're coming in me!” she cried.

Knowing his orgasm was imminent, Owyn reached forward, grabbed a handful of her blonde hair close to the roots and gave it a tug. She cried out, moaning and panting, apparently pleased with the rough treatment.

Owyn could hold it in no longer, he began to come.

His dick kicked hard, spasming violently but held firmly in place by the tight hold of Piper's fit, perfect ass. He cried out, hunched forward as his orgasm shot thick loads of his seed up Piper's ass one hard kick at a time, sending explosions of pleasure all throughout his body. He stayed like that, hunched over Piper, gripping her hips as he came in her ass, until his orgasm had expended itself and he was left panting and sweaty.

Carefully, he pulled out of her and then flopped over onto the bed as she did the same thing, falling forward, panting.

For a long moment, the pair of them simply laid there, gasping. After a bit, Piper rolled over and snuggled up close to Owyn.

“Feel better?” she asked.

“Yes. Definitely,” he replied.

“Good. Me too. I am tired now, though,” she said, punctuating her sentence with a long, loud yawn.

“Same,” Owyn murmured. “We should probably take a bath though.”

“Ugh...yeah, you're right. But I'm feeling so lazy...” Piper groaned. She sat up slowly and sighed, then yawned again. “All right, let's go. Then we can sleep.”

Owyn nodded and got up as well.

As he followed Piper into the bathroom with the sunken tub, he thought that he did feel better, at least for the moment.

It was enough, for now.

…

“So...what's on the menu for tonight?” Owyn asked.

They'd left Piper about eight hours ago after spending the night in that abandoned ruin. She'd been right, there'd been some choice gear and treasure there, buried in the cellars. There'd also been a bad giant spider infestation, but that hadn't really been a problem. Between the three of them, they'd cleared the cellars out in a little under an hour. Owyn now had a sack of gold and a sack of gems. When they'd finished the search, they'd cooked dinner, (Piper had caught a deer and skinned and gutted it with a startling proficiency).

After that there'd been sex, then sleep, then more sex, then sleep again, then sex in the morning. She was very...hungry for it. And Owyn was more than happy to at least try and keep up with her. They'd gone back to the marketplace after breakfast and sold off all the stuff they'd found, then had parted ways.

Fay wanted to get somewhere before nightfall, so they'd set out at a quick pace. After about a six hour walk, she stopped suddenly.

They had walked down into a valley that seemed largely devoid of any kind of life, plant or animal or otherwise. Owyn didn't like the place but Fay seemed to know where she was going and she'd remained evasive, like she always was, when he asked her. It was heading towards evening now, the sunshine becoming twilight, and a premature dusk had already overtaken the deep trench of the valley they traveled.

Fay seemed to be looking for something.

They had passed several different cave openings, most of them fairly small. Owyn was watching her as she floated ahead him, up against the left rock wall, bobbing gently as if caught in an unfelt breeze.

Suddenly, she stopped.

Owyn walked up to join her and looked up into a large, open cave. The top of it was maybe twenty feet high, and it was about that long, maybe a little longer, from side to side. There was just enough dying sunlight left to show an open cavern, empty of anything, really. All at once, Fay smiled to herself and floated in.

“This is it,” she said. “Set up camp.”

Owyn responded by doing, untying his camp-in-a-bag from his belt and tossing it to the ground while saying the magic activating word. It sprang into existence in a powerful thunderclap and a bright flash of magical light.

“So, what's the plan? What is this place?” he asked.

“This,” Fay said, floating beyond the camp and looking around, “is a summoning area. People come here to summon demons from the infernal realms.”

Owyn frowned and looked around. It all looked rather unassuming, just one cave among many, but he did feel a certain...power, on the air. Like a charge building just moments before a lightning strike. It made him uncomfortable.

“So we're...summoning a demon?” he asked.

“Yep. You got it,” Fay replied.

“Like a succubus?”

“No. I've had my fun with succubi and so have you. We need something a little different. A demon that wasn't created for the sake of sex and sex alone, but still enjoys having sex on the side sometimes. And I know just the demon. How about you prepare some dinner and I'll get started on summoning her,” Fay explained.

“Okay,” Owyn replied. “Fair enough.”

He was nervous, though. Having sex with a succubus was one thing. Lexi had been a demon, sure, and it had been her job to corrupt men (and sometimes women), but their relationship had been something else entirely. She hadn't been in it for his life energy or anything else. She just wanted him to sleep with her for who she was.

But a demon? A real demon?

Not a succubus?

Well, he supposed Fay wouldn't risk his well-being. He was a rarity to her, a human male that she apparently found attractive who would wander the land with her and have sex with abnormal, inhuman or otherwise odd women. So, instead of worrying, Owyn went into his tent and rooted around in the chest he kept cold with magic. He came out with three slices of beef, started the fire in the fire-pit and speared the beef on the spit-roast, then he activated the spell that would keep it turning on its own. He looked over at Fay.

She was in the center of the cavern now, no longer floating, standing stock-still, her back to him. She seemed to be concentrating, and she was glowing a little bit brighter, too. Owyn wondered how long it would take, then he shrugged and moved back into the tent. He was starting to get the feeling that Fay wasn't entirely interested in talking to him anymore. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but he suddenly had an empathy and a deeper understanding of women who complained that some men were only interested in them for their body.

He tried to tell himself that it didn't matter, Fay hadn't brought him along for conversation. She wanted to see him fuck, and sometimes for him to fuck her. But he'd just gotten so used to the women he slept with being...well, nice. Friendly. But Fay seemed to be growing more emotionally distant the longer they spent together.

Owyn made his way into his tent, grabbed a book off his desk and sat down. It was a popular romance novel. Popular in the sense that they'd gone to the trouble of creating more than a dozen copies. About twenty years ago, someone had finally figured out a reliable way to enchant quills and make them write the same thing over and over again. The result of this was that books were being mass-produced. If there were three hundred copies of something, it was a bestseller. Owyn wondered what it might be like to be a writer. They seemed to be well-liked among his land, though only recently, due to the new book-making magics.

He didn't think he had it in him. He knew how to write, and read, obviously, but he couldn't imagine actually coming up with characters and events and histories and plots. It would be too much. Although sometimes he thought about writing of his sexual escapades under a pen name and pretend it was all fake. He got the idea that most people were just repressed and they actually did want to fuck demons and mermaids and werewolves, they just didn't want to admit it to anyone, least of all themselves.

It'd probably be a bestseller.

Owyn realized that he'd been half-reading, half-thinking for close to twenty minutes and got up, smelling the scent of roasting meat. He walked out and glanced at Fay. She was in the exact same position as before, only this time she was definitely glowing a lot more brightly. He spent a moment tending to the meat and found it ready to go. Moving back inside, Owyn grabbed a stack of three plates and served the meal up, placing a slab of beef on each plate and putting them on the table. He went and grabbed a bottle of strawberry juice and some glasses and set them out as well. As he finished that up, it happened.

Suddenly, there was a brilliant pulse of crimson light that filled the cavern. Owyn looked back over at Fay.

Someone new was standing beside her.

They immediately began talking. Sounds of a voice, a rough voice with an odd quality to it that was very familiar, came to him. It was like the voice was doubled, like two voices were talking at almost, but not quite, the exact same time. The same way Lexi had sounded. This was a demon all right. That, and the fact that the only two features he could make out right now were the fact that she had cloven hooves and goat legs and her skin was pitch dark, almost glistening in the firelight. She had hair, too. Deep, fiery crimson hair.

Abruptly, they both turned to face him and he saw her face. A few more features became immediately obvious to him. She had horns curling along the side her head, growing from the back and poking out just past her forehead, and she had fire for eyes. She locked eyes with him and he felt frozen to his current spot.

She was definitely frightening.

But, like all the women Owyn apparently crossed paths with, she was darkly, hauntingly alluring. There was a sort of brutal beauty to her. Her face was all sharp angels, exaggerated, and she wore dented, worn metal armor, covering up most of her. She and Fay began walking towards Owyn. He had to fight the urge to back up.

“Hello,” the demon woman said. She stepped inside the camp and stood before him. She was tall, about three inches taller than he was. She stuck out her hand. “You may call me Scarlet,” she said, staring intently at him.

Owyn took her hand and shook it. It was very hot to the touch. “Owyn,” he replied.

“I understand you want to fuck me, Owyn,” she said, letting go of his hand, very bluntly.

“I-uh-I mean...yeah,” he replied. He'd be lying if he said he didn't. She was fucking hot...in a dark, somewhat demented kind of way.

“Good. Let's eat, then we can have sex,” she said. “I don't have much time.”

“Uh...okay,” he replied.

Fay was grinning, apparently enjoying his awkwardness. So, they ate dinner. Scarlet tore into hers with a certain focused ferocity that reminded him vaguely of Piper's eating habits. She didn't have much to say about herself. Owyn had a feeling that he was being fit into a very busy schedule. She said she was a type of warrior demon, which made sense, she did have a sword on her back. Scarlet explained that sex occurred often in the infernal realms, fornication always, since demons did not reproduce. Though typically they had sex with succubi and incubi, occasionally with each other. Almost never did they have sex with anything but a demon.

Scarlet had been around for quite a long time, and for most of her long while alive, she had never mated with anything other than her own kind, other demons. But then she had met Fay one fateful day in the aftermath of a fantastic battle that occurred on an entire different plane of reality that was so far beyond Owyn's comprehension that Scarlet mainly glazed over it. The sprites and the demons had worked together on that battle against a mutual enemy. Drunk off of battle-lust and elated by the victory, Scarlet began celebrating with Fay, as they had fought together during the conflict. One thing ended up leading to another.

After that, Fay apparently told Scarlet all about the joys of mating with other species and Scarlet had been testing the waters, so to speak, ever since then, maybe once every decade. And now, here she was, ready to try sex with a human.

She finished explaining this about twenty minutes after the meal had been consumed, just enough time to let it settle.

“Come,” she said, standing abruptly. “We shall fornicate.”

“Okay,” Owyn replied, still feeling very nervous.

The three of them walked into the tent. Owyn began undressing and, as he did, watched as Scarlet took off her armor. She undid old, heavily worn straps and the armor fell away from her in pieces. She wore nothing underneath it, no clothing of any kind. Her tall, naked body was revealed bit by bit as the armor fell away. They both became naked at roughly the same time. Owyn took her in. Her body seemed sparse and hard, her breasts a little below average size. Not the most traditionally attractive woman but...

Who fucking cared?

She was hot and she wanted to have sex with him.

She went and laid down on the bed. “I don't deal in foreplay,” she said. “Though you may kiss me during, if you wish.”

“Thanks,” Owyn replied, not quite sure what else to say.

He climbed into bed with her, on top of her. Luckily, he was hard and ready to go. He got in between her trim goat legs and felt her reach down between them and grip his cock in her heated grasp. She guided him into her.

Owyn gasped as he entered her.

She was incredibly hot and wet inside, hot almost to the point of pain. It sat right at the threshold of actual suffering without crossing over. It was a surprising jolt and the result, he realized as he began fucking her, sliding his steel hard cock rapidly in and out of her tight, demon pussy, was incredible pleasure.

“Oh Scarlet!” he cried. “Oh fuck, that's so good!”

“I'm glad...you approve,” she replied softly, as though concentrating. She had closed her eyes and began moaning softly as he fucked her.

Owyn stared at her as he screwed her. Took in all of her long, dark-skinned body. All hard, trim, lean muscle. Her high, perky breasts bounced as he thrusted into her, burying himself in her incredibly tight, absurdly hot demon pussy. She had her legs wrapped around him. Scarlet moaned and laid there, eyes closed, chewing on her lower lip. It was a shockingly human thing to do, and it looked very out of place on her harsh features.

When she bit her lip, he saw that some of her teeth were fanged.

“Yes...yes...” she whispered.

Then she opened her eyes, suddenly, staring up at him. Owyn leaned down and kissed her. It seemed to startle her but she kissed him back. Up close, she smelled and tasted faintly of ashes and burning things. It was like his time with Kesley, only a bit more bitter. He made out with her, twining their tongues together, (she had a long, forked tongue).

“I want to switch positions,” she said.

“Okay,” Owyn replied, happy to oblige her.

He pulled out and she shifted, rearranging herself so that she was up on her hands and knees, presenting her tight, smooth ass to him. Owyn quickly slid back into her glistening slit of a pussy, feeding his cock back into that perfect tightness. He groaned, hands on her narrow hips, gripping them firmly and thrusting hard into her. This caused her to cry out as he went deeper and harder than before. She hung her head, panting in pleasure.

“Yes...Owyn it's so good...” she moaned.

“It is, Scarlet,” he moaned in agreement. “You feel so fucking good,” he gasped.

He knew he wasn't going to last much longer. Her pussy just felt too good.

“Scarlet,” he groaned. “Can I finish inside of you?”

“You have my permission,” she replied, her voice coming out in short gasps.

Owyn braced himself and started fucking her faster and harder, causing her to cry out in desperate pleasure. He kept this up for another ten seconds or so before he began to come, filling her demonic vagina with his human seed in powerful, short spurts. Owyn gasped, leaning forward, trembling as each kick of his cock, each spurt of his come leaving him, sent a fresh wave of pleasure through his whole body.

When he finished, he slowly straightened up and carefully pulled out of her. He sat back heavily on the bed. Scarlet held her position for a moment more, then she got up off the bed and cast a quick spell over herself, cleaning herself up.

“Thank you, Owyn,” she said as she began pulling on her armor once more. “That was a very enjoyable experience.”

“Uh...you're welcome, and thanks for the same thing,” he replied.

She finished dressing and walked out of the tent and, in a burst of crimson light she was gone, just like that.

CHAPTER V

They were walking again.

There was a chill to the air now and a thick, gray cloud cover had settled in over the land, covering it from horizon to horizon. It had put Owyn in a bad mood. He felt distinctly isolated and lonely, in spite of the fact that Fay was with him. Though she was hovering about ten feet ahead of him on the trail they were walking.

After spending the night with Piper and having some more fun in the morning, they'd set off to yet another encounter. This time it had been in a cave set deep in a valley. There, they'd spent the night after Owyn had a quickie with a warrior demoness. That had been really great, but the experience had left him a little cold. He wasn't entirely sure why. The demoness, Scarlet, had been nice, if a bit stiff and abrupt, but she'd clearly enjoyed the experience. No, it was Fay that had left him cold. She hadn't said anything to him since they'd woken up together this morning. After breakfast, he'd packed up the camp and they'd left.

They pair of them had been walking for close to eight hours now.

Owyn hadn't even bothered asking where they were going or who they were meeting. He figured he'd find out soon enough. Glancing up at the sky again, he shivered. It seemed like it was threatening rain. And it wouldn't be a pleasant rain, either. It would be cold, freezing, miserable rain that turned the landscape misty and unhappy.

As they walked on, Owyn found himself wondering if he should keep this going. Maybe he should just...leave. Having a conversation with Fay and walking away. But what else could he do? Right now, he was stuck with this problem and the problem felt like it was all-consuming. He had to fix it...or, at the very least, keep feeding his addiction to odd and strange women. And right now, Fay was a mainline source for that addiction. She kept coming up with new and interesting women that wanted to sleep with him.

The alternative was to just leave.

And what would that accomplish?

He wasn't sure but for the moment, he didn't want to stop. And he didn't think stopping would even help. So for now there was nothing to do but to keep going and hope that some kind of answer would become self evident given enough time. Owyn glanced up, as he'd been staring at the trail for quite awhile now, and saw that a small forest he'd noticed a little while ago had grown now. They were much closer to it.

He smiled briefly at that, finding it somewhat ridiculous how much of this country he called home was made up of grasslands and forests and crisscrossing trails and paths. It was pleasant though, and familiar, and peaceful. Owyn had always liked forests. He thought that he might like them forever, for the rest of his life.

Once more, he looked at Fay. She was a good distance ahead of him, staring forward, floating along the path, totally ignoring the cold. He wondered what was going through her mind, what she might be thinking about. What must it be like to live for hundreds of years? Thousands? How would he deal with that? Would he go crazy? Well, Fay wasn't crazy. Neither had Mistress Laura been. There must be some way of dealing with the long years that became decades and then even more. He imagined they got bored easily.

Finally, the forest was close at hand and, as he suspected, it was their destination. Fay turned off the main path and came onto a smaller one, making straight for the treeline. Owyn followed after her, slowly closing the gap as they approached the forest.

“So, care to fill me in on what we're doing here?” he asked.

“Hmm? Oh, an old friend of mine lives here,” Fay replied. “Her name is Morgan. She lives out here by herself sometimes, when she isn't traveling. She's home now.”

“So what's so special about her?”

“She's...tall,” Fay replied, smiling for the first time in what seemed like quite awhile. “You'll like her. I know she'll like you.”

Owyn hoped she was right. Tall...well, he did have a thing for tall women. How tall? He wondered. Well, hopefully more than just kind of tall. Piper had been pretty tall, about three inches taller than him. He imagined she'd have to be taller than Piper to pull Fay's interest. Well, he supposed he'd find out soon enough. They continued walking along in silence for several minutes. When they finally reached their destination, Owyn found himself stopping and staring. The trees suddenly fell away and they stood at the edge of a large clearing. In the middle of that clearing was a house. But it was no ordinary house.

It was a huge house.

Everything about it was somehow off, as though it was created for someone of abnormal proportions.

“This is her place?” he asked.

“Yep, this is it. Come on, let's go say hello.”

Owyn studied the yard as they walked along the path, which was made of cobblestone. There was no fence to keep anyone or anything out. Somehow, Owyn got the idea that people and things stayed away from this place if they knew what was good for them. At the edge of the house's front, on either side of the path, was a large garden that looked like it had seen some extensive tending, though now things were preparing to die for the year as winter set in. The sight made Owyn vaguely sad. All that work, gone at the whim of the weather...

They approached the door. Owyn studied it intently, trying to get some ideas about this woman's measurements as he did. It was, he decided, about three feet taller than a regular door, making her somewhere in the range of eight to ten feet tall. By the Gods...could he even manage such a sexual encounter? Was it even possible? He was on the tall side of average, about six foot one. Not very tall, but he would never be thought short by his human or elven peers. And he had about an average sized dick, (or so he'd been told by the women he slept with, since he'd only ever seen his own penis). How could hope to satisfy this woman?

Well, he'd find out.

They came up to the door and Fay knocked on it. There was a pause, then Owyn heard heavy footfalls coming from within the house. He felt a small fear shoot through him but ignored it to the best of his abilities, since none of his fears so far had turned out to be correct at all. The door opened up. Owyn found himself staring up at an immensely tall woman. For several seconds, he simply stood there staring.

It was strange seeing her, because she kind of looked like a regular-size woman that had been transformed to larger proportions. She was very beautiful and he'd been right, she must have been around nine feet tall. She had nicely tanned skin, and long, dirty blonde hair that was almost brown tied loosely into a ponytail. She was wearing loose-fitting traveling pants that had been cut off just above the knee, showing off a lot of leg, and a sleeveless shirt. A face made of large but attractive features held two eyes the color of the ocean on a stormy day, a sort of blue-gray. She was staring down at Owyn. Then she looked over at Fay.

“Fay!” she said, smiling, the storm cloud of confusion on her face blown away. “It's been a long time since I've seen you. Who have you brought with you?” she asked.

“This is Owyn. Owyn, this is Morgan. I thought it would be nice if the two of you met,” Fay replied. “Can we come in?”

“Yeah, definitely. It's cold out there,” Morgan replied, stepping back out of the way.

They walked into her house. Owyn looked around as she closed the door behind them. Despite being a large house, it wasn't very, well...big. In the sense that it was really just one big room. It wasn't very complex was more the appropriate word. One huge bed took up one corner, a dresser and a desk took up another, in a third corner was a kitchen area, and the final corner was taken up by a heaped collection of random things.

He returned his attention to Morgan.

She was studying him again.

“So, Morgan, you might remember that we once had an...arrangement,” Fay said. “Are you still interested in that arrangement?”

“Ohh, that's what this is about,” she murmured. “I thought he was your latest boytoy,” she said with a grin that made Owyn blush slightly. He didn't like that was a thing he still did. Would he ever get over this awkward feeling he had around women he was attracted to? For a moment, he had a vision of himself as an old man, still feeling weird and awkward. He made himself push the image away and focus on the conversation.

“He is actually, but I'm after something a little different this time. Something that all three of us can enjoy...I need to step out for a moment, gather my thoughts. Why don't the two of you get to know each other?” Fay replied.

“All right,” Morgan replied, still grinning. She fixed Owyn with her powerful gaze as Fay left the house. “So, your name is Owyn...I guess I should tell you a little about myself. To answer your question, I'm half-giant. And to answer further questions...no, I don't know how or why. I don't even know my parents. I've spent awhile trying to figure it out, since giants don't even exist on this continent, but I've found nothing.” She sat down on her bed.

“How do you, uh, know, that you're half-giant?” Owyn replied.

“I had some tests done by some mages. This isn't a curse or a mutation or anything else. I've got giant blood in me. I was raised on a pretty isolated farm by an older couple. They found me about thirty years ago.”

“That...wow, this is, uh, interesting,” Owyn said, not sure what else to say.

Morgan smiled again, though, this time, there was something almost...sad, in her smile. “Yeah, well...they passed away a few years ago. I'd since taken to roaming the land, trying to find answers, and after they died, I came here and built this house.”

“What, uh, do you do? With your time, I mean?”

“Sometimes I go out and hire myself out as a bodyguard or bounty hunter or something. I’m quite good at fighting just by my size alone. Sometimes all I do is literally walk with caravans between cities. Almost no one will mess with a trader if they see me hanging around. It's easy money. I've since kind of just...come to live out here. It's peaceful here and I've got my garden. In another month or so I imagine I'll get the traveling itch and head out again.”

“It'll be winter soon,” Owyn murmured.

Morgan shrugged, a movement that would have seemed casual on anyone else but on her it seemed kind of grand. “Weather's never bothered me very much...so how did you hook up with Fay?” she asked.

“She came and found me up in Mist. I was staying in a brothel there. She told me she wanted to watch me have sex with...strange women. And that's kind of my thing.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What kind of strange women?”

“On this trip so far, I've had sex with a dragon, a demon, and a werewolf. And Fay, too. Before that I made love to a mermaid, a dryad, a succubus, a serpentine...others, too.”

“Wow, you get around.”

“Yeah, it's been fun,” Owyn replied. “I just left my home village about five months ago for the first time and just kind of started...wandering. And I kept running into women that were into me and that I was into.”

Morgan reached out and carefully brushed one of his cheeks. “You seem like a real sweetheart,” she said.

He chuckled awkwardly. “I try to be.”

“And now you're here to try and have sex with me, huh?”

“That's the way it's looking,” Owyn replied. “Are you...interested?”

“Oh yes, definitely. It's difficult for me to find sexual partners, as you can imagine. I'm not a human, nor a giant, but somewhere in between. Being just shy of nine feet tall, I scare most men. But I've found a few that I’ve...coaxed into having fun.”

“Okay. So...how will this work, exactly? I mean, I'm not really that...uh, big.”

“Oh, I've already got a method for that. I learned some shape-shifting magic. Basically, I'm going to make my vagina smaller while we do it.”

“That makes sense,” Owyn replied.

Behind them, the door suddenly opened up. Fay floated in, shutting it behind her with a flick of her wrist. “So, you two all...caught up? Ready for the main event?”

“I am,” Morgan said, standing up.

It made Owyn feel the urge to take a step back. When something that big, even if it was a friendly, attractive woman, stood up abruptly, fight or flight instincts tended to get activated. Owyn made himself relax.

“I'm ready,” he said, shrugging out of his backpack and setting it down on the floor.

“Excellent,” Fay replied, but Owyn thought the word sounded a little...forced. He fought the urge to look back at her.

Instead, Owyn began to get undressed. Morgan started to do the same thing, which was a very impressive sight to behold. She took off her top and tossed it aside, then she pulled off her bra and dropped it, freeing her immense breasts. They were easily the largest breasts that Owyn had ever seen in his entire life. As he stared at them, a small, random thought came to him. Morgan wore that kind of bra that didn't have any hooks or clasps, it was sort of like a small shirt. He'd never learned the name for it.

Almost all the women he slept with seem to wear those.

The thing about Morgan's breasts was that if she were smaller, closer to his height or so, they wouldn't even be that big. They'd be averaged sized, maybe a bit bigger, but not huge. However, on her massive, nine foot frame, they were bigger than his head. Owyn blinked a few times, to try and get control of himself. Morgan was smiling a knowing smile. He imagined that every guy she talked into her bed reacted like this.

He shed his own shirt and took off his shoes. As he began peel off his socks, pants, and boxers, he regretted not finding a way to bathe before this. Morgan seemed to read his gaze and just smiled at him as she pulled her pants down.

“Don't worry, we'll just do sex stuff now. I've got a hot spring out back we can soak in after, then we can do the foreplay stuff,” she said.

“Uh, okay. That works for me,” Owyn replied, staring at her huge, firm thighs.

“Good. Let's go to bed.”

Morgan stood naked before him. When she turned to walk to the bed, he caught sight of her huge ass. Yes, he was definitely going to enjoy this. Provided it all worked out. Naked now himself, he moved across the room and got up into bed with her. Difficult but possible given its larger size. Morgan laid down on her side, hand propping her head up, one knee raised. She smiled at him as he studied her in all her large glory. He saw something overhead and glanced up, startled. Fay had hovered to the top of the room.

“Best view this way,” she said. “Just ignore me.”

“Okay,” Owyn replied. He turned his attention back to Morgan. Her lips, at least, weren't so big that he wouldn't be able to properly kiss her.

“Come on,” she said softly. “Let's get started.”

Owyn responded by doing, settling himself into place and leaning in. He pushed his lips against Morgan's, his movements cautious. He noted, as she reached forward and slipped a hand over the back of his head, that her movements were equally slow. He imagined it was a result of being so big and tall. It must be easy to actually hurt someone his size. She deepened the kiss, moaning softly as they made out.

Owyn reached out and placed a hand one of her huge breasts. He couldn't even begin to get his hand around it. He loved the feel of it. She had a firm body, a good build that came from lots of activity like most adventurers had. He loved the look and feel of her. Morgan continued kissing him, sliding her tongue slowly into his mouth, gently probing. Owyn eagerly touched her tongue with his, twining and wrapping them together, sharing saliva. He was really getting into it. There was something just so...erotic and fucking hot about getting sexual with a woman this much taller than he was. He didn't know why, only that it was true.

Morgan shifted and he felt her touch his dick gently, her fingers careful. “Someone's hard,” she said softly, breaking away from the kiss.

“Yeah, very,” Owyn replied breathlessly, very horny now. He was never very articulate when this much blood was rushing to his lower area.

“Well, I'm quite wet,” Morgan said, smiling. “How about we get to it?”

“Okay...yeah, definitely,” Owyn replied, again finding himself surprised at just how big she was. He shook his head slightly, then sat up.

Time to get to the sex.

He moved over, getting on top of her and in between her huge legs and thick thighs as she opened her legs for him. As he looked down at her vagina, he paused, struck by the odd sight. Everything else about her was all consistently the same size, but her pussy, as promised, was what Owyn would consider 'regular' sized.

It looked small by comparison.

Realizing that he should stop pausing and get to the sex, he fitted himself in between her huge thighs and lined his rock-hard dick up with her glistening opening. Owyn pushed himself inside and groaned immediately.

Great benefit of shape-shifting magic: Morgan could make it really tight.

They both moaned as he pushed his way inside, burying his cock inch by inch inside of her. “Oh, Morgan,” he moaned as their hips met.

“Fuck, it's been way too long since I've done this,” the half-giantess replied happily. “I mean wow that is fucking good,” she groaned as he started sliding in and out of her.

Owyn propped himself up on his hands. His head didn't even come up to her breasts. He stared up at them, as they dominated his view. They were like the breasts of some goddess of sex, some living incarnation of feminine sexuality. He couldn't believe he was getting to have sex with this woman. But that seemed to be his life lately, an almost perpetual state of disbelief. He kept thrusting into her, going harder than he normally would given her large size.

“Oh yes, Owyn!” Morgan cried. “Fucking give it to me!”

Owyn kept going, though he got up on his knees, wanting to give Morgan more pleasure. He reached down in between them, found her clit and began to massage it with his thumb. She cried out, bucking her hips and nearly throwing him off of her.

“Oh, sorry!” she said, looking down at him. “That was just...unexpected...please keep going,” she said, smiling. “It felt really good.”

“Gladly,” he replied, returning her smile.

He returned his attention to both fucking her and stimulating her at the same time, making little up-and-down motions with his thumb as he continued sliding his cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy, gasping at the pleasure it gave him. He could feel the sexual euphoria building up in Morgan's tall frame, the way she was gasping and moaning, the way she seemed to be concentrating. He kept going, rubbing her clit a bit harder and faster, thrusting into her and keeping it up until, finally, she let out a loud scream of pleasure.

She came.

It was powerful, a hot spray of feminine sex juices escaping her vagina around his cock. Owyn offered his own grunt of pleasure as he felt her pussy begin to contract and convulse around his dick, making her that much tighter and hotter and wetter inside. He focused on fucking her while Morgan screamed in pleasure, gushing her climax out all over his lower stomach and hips, coating her own inner thighs.

“Yesyesyesyesfuckyesitssogood!” she babbled, almost incoherent with the sexual bliss currently filling her body.

“Can I-come in you?” Owyn gasped, close to his own orgasm.

“Yes! Do it! Do it now! I want to feel it!” she moaned.

Owyn needed no further prompting. Situated up on his knees, using his position to really drive into her, he had a great view of her long, large body. Everything about her was like a study in sex, writ large and beautiful. He groaned and hunched forward, placing his hands on her, where her ribcage met her stomach, propping himself up as he started to come inside of her. The pleasure was immense and immediate, seeming to fill him with a powerful pink light of pleasure. As his seed exploded out of him one gushed spurt at a time, new waves of sexual rapture radiated out from the epicenter of bliss that his cock had become.

His eyes squeezed shut, Owyn was utterly lost in a world of hot flesh and sexual bliss. Both of their orgasms seemed to go on for quite awhile but when they finally tapered off, Owyn opened his eyes and found himself staring up at a pair of huge breasts, glistening with sweat. He looked up further and saw Morgan staring down at him, smiling.

“Thank you,” she said. “It's been about eight months since I've had sex.”

“Wow...I'm sorry. That really sucks. And thanks for letting me fuck you,” Owyn replied. “It was...that was really great.”

She laughed and nodded.

Owyn felt his muscles ready to give out and he ended up laying down on Morgan, who seemed open to it. He rolled over onto his back, using her huge breasts as pillows and staring up at Fay, who was still hovering.

“Enjoy the show?” he asked.

“Yeah, it was pretty hot,” Fay replied, but she seemed distracted. She hovered down from the ceiling and sat down on Morgan's desk.

A moment of silence fell over the three of them. Owyn let himself enjoy it. Here he was, naked and happily fucked, laying on an equally naked and happily fucked half-giantess, both of them sweaty and trying to get their breaths back.

“I'm really glad that worked,” he said. “I was still kind of worried that I wouldn't be able to, you know, get you off.”

“Don't sell yourself short,” Morgan replied. She reached down and placed a hand on his chest, then gently began to rub it. “You're really cute and you're good in bed. Are you two planning on spending the night? Cause, I'll be honest...I want more sex.”

Owyn laughed and shrugged. “I dunno, Fay?”

“Huh?” she replied, glancing over at them.

“Are we staying or moving on?”

“You should stay, I...” she hesitated, then stood up suddenly, a look coming across her face as if she had just reached a decision. “I have to go check on something. Why don't you two talk some more and I'll be back later on tonight.”

Owyn frowned. “Uh...well, okay. What are you doing?”

“I just have to pop back over to my dimension. Sprite stuff, you know?”

She then floated over to the door, opened it, floated out and closed it behind her. Owyn stared at the door for a moment, then rested his head back against her huge, bare breasts. “Well...that was a bit odd,” he murmured.

“Yeah...” Morgan replied uncomfortably. She cleared her throat and shifted slightly. “But you know how sprites are. Flighty and absentminded...you want to go out back and take that soak? I'd totally be down for sucking your cock, and, being as big as I am in relation to you, I've got absolutely no trouble fitting the whole thing in my mouth.”

“That...sounds fucking awesome,” Owyn replied sitting up.

“Great! Let's go, then maybe we can eat some dinner. I just caught and killed a deer and I make the greatest venison.”

“That sounds fantastic. Thanks, I'd really appreciate it,” Owyn said, getting up off of her and dropping onto the floor.

“I don't mind. Although I like living out here and I rarely get any company, I do enjoy real social contact from time to time,” Morgan replied, sitting up.

She stood up and again Owyn was taken back by the sheer size of her. Her huge, nude form was absolutely awe-inspiring. She didn't bother putting on any clothes as she walked to the back door, so neither did Owyn. Instead, he focused on her huge, pale ass, admiring it as she walked ahead of him. For some reason, he also liked noticing the sharp divide between her ass and her thighs, where pale skin met tanned skin.

He followed her outside, where the sun was nearly finished setting.

“Shit, it's cold!” he hissed, hurrying down a neatly-laid cobblestone path after her.

“Well, hurry up then,” Morgan teased.

She stopped at the end of the path and stepped down into a pool of clear water. Owyn paused for a moment, astounded at the sight. What was once a natural hot spring, essentially a hole in a rocky section of the ground, had been transformed into something else. The edges of the rock above the waterline were smooth and had a variety of niches carved into them. The dirt around the rock had been tilled and planted with a variety of flower seeds and as a result, the hot spring was surrounded by a garden of beautiful flowers, clinging to the last vestiges of life before the winter came bearing down on them.

Even more impressive, almost all the small niches carved in the rock had candles in them, and they glowed with a magical, flickering blue light.

To top it all off, a huge tree hung over it, its branches large and thick enough that it would provide a sort of natural roof against the rain or snow.

“Well, you coming?” Morgan said.

She was resting in the water now, seated probably on a natural shelf, smiling up at him. Owyn felt a tremor of cold shiver through him and he stepped carefully into the water, seeing a collection of natural steps leading down into it.

“This is incredible,” he said. “You did all this?”

“Yeah. Took about three months of off again, on again work. The spring and the tree were already here, so I had my work laid out for me. It was fun. This used to be just a clearing with a hot spring two years ago,” Morgan replied.

“This is just amazing...” Owyn murmured. He took a moment to enjoy the tub, soaking in the incredibly relaxing heated waters. He looked around at the flowers surrounding them again. “Does it ever depress you?” he asked.

“Does what depress me?”

“Your flowers. Your gardening. All the work you put into it...all the plants are going to be dead in about two months, probably less. This must have taken so much effort. I mean, you'll just have to do it all over again, there's no...permanence, to it.”

Morgan just smiled and shook her head. “It doesn't depress me. Quite the opposite, in fact. I love gardening. I love working with plants. I spend months planting and developing and tending to these gardens and then I get to do it all over again the next year! It's wonderful.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Owyn murmured.

Again, he noticed that Morgan was giving him a kind of sad look. It was almost the look you'd give someone if you knew something bad was going to happen to them. What the did that mean? What did she know that he didn't?

He was about to ask her when instead she asked him something. “Would you like that blowjob now? I'm told I'm very good at them.”

This, of course, derailed all other thoughts. “Uh...yeah, that sounds great.”

“All right, hop up on the side,” Morgan replied, coming closer to them.

Owyn did as she asked, already stiffening up at the thought of getting a blowjob from this beautiful half-giantess. She walked along the bottom of the hot spring now and then stepped up on a part of it that brought her a bit up out of the water, revealing her massive, dripping wet breasts. He continued staring at them as he settled on the smoothed edge of the natural wall siding, shivering slightly in the cold air.

It was something he was willing to put up with for this.

Morgan finished coming over to him. She was at the perfect height to give him a blowjob. He looked down at her as she smiled up at him. Then she leaned forward and carefully gripped his cock between her thumb and forefinger. Leaning in further, she kissed the head of his dick, then she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out.

She had a big tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” Owyn groaned softly as her tongue made contact with the head of his dick. Propped back on the heels of his palms, he completely forgot that it was cold outside as he watched her began to lick his dick. “Oh, Morgan,” he gasped. “That' so...so fucking good.”

She laughed softly, her breath, hot and steamy, washing against his dick. “Good, I'm glad you like it,” she murmured.

Then she took his whole dick into her large mouth and began sucking on it and rapidly bobbing her head, sliding her thick, hot wet lips up and down the rigid length of his shaft. Owyn kept watching her pleasure him, completely lost in her beautiful, larger-than-life face. As before, he was finding this new experience to be incredibly erotic. Being sucked off by a giant woman was one of those things that really got him going.

He gasped as he felt her tongue slide across the head of his dick, bringing even more pleasure to the experience.

“Gonna come,” he gasped after a little bit longer.

Morgan kept sucking, increasing her pace and power. Owyn let out a cry of bliss as he started to climax. His dick kicked and spat his seed in thick, powerful spurts directly into Morgan's waiting and willing mouth. He heard her moan softly as he began coming. Owyn groaned as well, panting now as he orgasmed, another internal quake of pleasure washing through him like waves on a beach, filling him with a pink glow of sexual rapture. He finished his climax and Morgan sucked him dry, getting every last bit of seed out.

“There,” she said, after taking his dick from her mouth. “How was that?”

“Top notch,” he replied.

As she moved back, Owyn became aware of the cold again and slipped back into the water. Morgan gargled and spat, then dunked her head under the water. Owyn did the same thing, wanting to get his hair wet. They both came up, wringing their hair out.

“Your turn,” he said.

“Oh, I get a turn?” she asked, grinning at him.

“Yes. I always make sure my partners get off at least as often as I do,” he replied.

“That's a good policy to have. You must have been popular with you other girlfriends,” Morgan said as she moved to where he had just been, hopping up on the edge of the hot spring.

“I'm not sure if they were my girlfriends...not all of them,” Owyn murmured, considering it as he moved into position.

“Nonsense,” Morgan replied, squeezing her hair out a bit more. “They were your girlfriends for as long as you were with them. I'm your girlfriend tonight and maybe tomorrow and you're my boyfriend and for now it's just us.”

“I think...I like that,” Owyn replied.

She smiled. “Good.”

He got in between her thick, massive thighs, staring at her vagina. It was still what he would consider normal size, and that still struck him as odd, more so now that he wasn't getting ready to fuck it and he'd just blown his load. Right after coming was probably when he could think the clearest. Owyn leaned in and spread the lips of her pussy gently. He began to lick at her clit, sending shivers throughout her body and causing her to moan into the crisp twilight air. Wanting to please her and return the gift of bliss she'd given him, he kept working at her clit, licking it at first with the tip of his tongue, then, before long moving on to using the whole thing.

“Oh, Owyn!” she gasped. “Oh fuck, it's been too long...oh, that's sooooo good!” she moaned, spurring him onward.

He'd just began using his lower lip, getting at as much of her pink, sensitive skin as possible when she began to orgasm. Once he got her going, he pulled back slightly, watching her as she came, crying out, her voice carrying across the open air. He watched her thigh muscles working, her huge tits bouncing as she quivered with the orgasm, watched a hot spray of sex juices escape her tight, wet opening, spraying into the hot springs. Slowly, she came back to herself. Morgan took a deep, long breath and let it out slowly.

Then she slid back into the water.

“Thank you again,” she said. “I'm pretty good at getting myself off but...” she shuddered in delight. “There's nothing quite like having another person, another skilled person, do it for you, know what I mean?”

“I do indeed know. You're quite skilled yourself,” Owyn replied.

She smiled and settled back into the water. They continued soaking in the spring, basking in post-orgasm glow for near ten minutes before Owyn began to feel lightheaded. He said as much to Morgan, who responded that it was about time for dinner. They both got out of the hot spring and hurried up the path, dripping wet and completely naked. As they came into the house, Morgan started a fire in her cooking area.

As they dried off and dressed in their underclothes, a slow warmth began to fill the room. Morgan began preparing the venison she had spoken of early and Owyn went to the window, which he could just see out of. It was getting darker now and he found himself wondering yet again how long Fay was going to be.

But the smell of venison began to distract him and before long he found himself sitting at Morgan's table, talking with her about his various adventures and listening to her tell him about her own. After a little while, they were both sitting at the table, tearing into a heap of venison with a side of potatoes and carrots. She kept some plates, cups, and silverware that were closer to Owyn's size for the rare occasions on which she had company such as he. They both drank milk with their meals. And it was great meal.

“So yeah, I'd finally run into something bigger than me,” Morgan was saying after they'd finished their meal and were sitting back, letting the food digest comfortably. She was recounting a tale of how she'd gone on an expedition to the far north, looking for something beyond the mountain range up there and they'd run into a woolly mammoth. “It was huge and it had already trampled half the damn caravan. I was thinking about how to deal with it, the thing seemed pretty much impervious to everything we had to throw at it.”

“So how'd you kill it?” Owyn asked. “I mean, obviously you survived.”

“That I did.” She grinned. “We weren't all that far away from a fairly deep valley. So I led the thing to the edge of a cliff, goaded it into charging me and then jumped out of the way. The damned thing went right over the edge!”

“Wow. That's one way of dealing with it,” Owyn replied.

She laughed. “Yep...so, you actually had sex with a dragoness?”

“Yeah. She has shape-shifting abilities too,” Owyn replied.

“I've heard that. I've seen a few dragons in my time. Never fought one...or slept with one. It sounds like it'd be interesting. How was she?”

“She was incredible...” Owyn replied, then hesitated.

Morgan smirked, sensing his apprehension. “What? Dragon got your tongue?” she asked.

“I just...it's always weird. Talking about other women I've slept with to a woman that I'm currently having sex with, you know?” Owyn replied.

“Why do you think that is?”

“Typically, the response is that the woman gets jealous and angry. I mean, I get where they're coming from, I guess.”

“Where does jealousy come from?” Morgan asked.

Owyn shrugged. “I guess I'm not entirely sure.”

“Jealousy comes from insecurity,” she explained. “They get angry because they're scared that whoever you fucked before fucked you better than they fucked you, and from that fear grows the fear that you'll leave them for that other woman.”

“That makes sense,” Owyn replied. “It also sucks. Insecurity is lame.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. But I guess that's what's so great about these flings we have. For that one night, or two nights, or however long you're together, it's just the two of you. It's kind of like having a relationship in a bottle, you know? We get to enjoy all the best parts. The hot, frantic sex with a new partner, the post-coital glow of just laying around and being lazy together, eating meals together, talking about all the things we love to talk about. And then, sometime in the near future, maybe tomorrow, maybe the day after, we'll split and go on with our lives. And, hopefully, we'll both be a little happier for it.”

“That's...a good way to look at it,” Owyn replied.

“I think you'll find that most situations can be improved by having a good way to look at things. The reality of life is that situations are the way they are, regardless of your mood and view on them. So if your mood won't change anything, then why not have a good one? I mean, I know it isn't that simple. You can't just...will yourself into being in a good mood, but I have noticed that people who tend towards seeing the worst in the world are often miserable and gloomy and those who try to see the best are generally brighter.”

“I'm not necessarily disagreeing with you but...I think some people would call those who see the best in the world naïve,” Owyn replied.

Morgan smiled. “Obviously you shouldn't be stupid about it. Being cautious doesn't mean being a grim pessimist. Yes, the world is a dangerous place and there are plenty of people and things in it that will try to take advantage of you, and you should be wary, but that doesn't mean they all will. It's...nice, to trust and be trusted.”

“How do you know to trust me?” Owyn asked.

She smiled. “Well, I cheated a little,” she replied, holding up her hand. A slim silver ring adorned one of her fingers, it glowed blue very faintly. “This is a magical item, it warns me if there are people or things nearby that wish to harm me.”

“I used to have one of those,” Owyn replied.

“They're quite useful...” Morgan frowned and glanced over at the window. She stood up suddenly and walked to it. “So, would you like to spend the night?” she asked without looking at him, staring out the window.

Owyn moved to join her. “I guess I might as well,” Owyn replied. Outside, it was full dark, the stars and moons coming out, shining faint blue light over the trees. It looked cold outside. Owyn wondered how long it would be before Fay would come back. He looked up at Morgan. She looked...sad.

“Well,” she said with a sigh, “you can sleep with me. I don't move around too much in my sleep, so it should be fine.”

“I can...not stay, if you want,” Owyn replied.

“What? No, I want you to stay, I just...” she hesitated.

“What is it?” Owyn asked. “You're hiding something from me...” He laughed suddenly. “Probably not the best thing to say after our conversation...”

“No, you're right,” Morgan replied, finally turning and facing him. She stared at him for a moment, a look of unhappiness on her face. “Fay isn't coming back,” she said finally.

“How do you know?” Owyn replied.

“Because she's done this to me before. Twice, actually. This will be the third time.” She sighed heavily and crossed the room, sitting back down at the table and inviting Owyn to join her. Warily, he did, sitting across from her.

“What do you mean, she's done this before?” he asked.

“Twice before, Fay has approached me with a young man in tow. Much like yourself. We had sex, we had fun...and then Fay left. Tell me, has she been...distant, lately? Not very talkative? A bored look on her face?”

“Yes, she has,” Owyn replied softly.

“Mmm. Both times, she made excuses and left. Both times I thought there was some kind of emergency or something, but...no. I think she just got bored. She got tired of you and went off to find the next thing to get her attention.” She frowned and fixed Owyn with a sad gaze. “Don't take it personally, Owyn. Fay is...well, sprites are different from us and almost anything in our world. She's thousands of years old. I mean, from her perspective, you'll be dead before too long. I imagine being that old, experiencing that much, having that much power from magic...it would make her easily bored, and more than a little callous.”

Owyn sighed after considering it for a moment. “I guess you're right.”

“That's what's been troubling me,” Morgan said. “I like you, Owyn. You seem like a great guy and you're fun to be around. My offer to stay the night and longer if you want still stands. I'm...sorry, about Fay. I don't want it to seem like she was intentionally trying to hurt you.”

“No, it's...fine,” Owyn replied, though he felt a great sinking feeling in his gut. He at least tried to smile, in deference to Morgan's previous argument. “I would like to stay here, given that it's already dark and, despite everything, I do want to have more sex with you.”

She smiled. “Good! Well...how about we head to bed then? I'm still horny.”

Owyn's smile became genuine at that suggestion. He stood up. “Me too,” he said.

He followed the half-giantess to bed and tried to forget his problems, for now at least.

CHAPTER VI

“Are you sure you're okay with this?” Morgan asked.

“Yes...just so long as you are very careful,” Owyn replied. He chuckled nervously. “I mean, you want to do this and...I think it'll be pretty hot, honestly.”

Morgan chewed on her lower lip for a moment, staring at him, then she nodded. “Okay, I'll be really careful,” she replied.

Owyn laid naked on the half-giantess' bed, rock hard and ready to go and quite nervous again. As great and kind and openly sexual as Morgan had been to him so far, there was still a sort of automatic intimidation that he felt when she moved around. She was just so big. And now she sat at the end of the bed, her legs tucked under her, equally naked, staring at him and smiling. He was going to leave soon and she wanted to try one more position with him before he was gone. Tentatively, Owyn had agreed to it, hoping for the best.

Now, she sat up and shifted, her massive breasts swaying with the movement and drawing Owyn's eyes to them. At least they calmed him down somewhat. She got onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, over Owyn, on top of him. She wanted to ride him. She'd never convinced a human or an elf to let her try it and she'd been very curious what it would be like. Owyn understood how curiosity could act as a potent aphrodisiac, making the sex that much better. So he was willing to help her with this.

He just didn't want to be crushed in the process.

Morgan finished getting into position, straddling him now, one knee on either side, each pressing deep into the mattress. Owyn swallowed nervously as he reached down and grabbed his dick, helping her guide it into herself as she slowly lowered her body, bringing her pussy closer. After two awkward attempts, he finally met her tight, wet opening and slipped inside. They both let out a sharp gasp of pleasure as it happened.

“Oh yes,” Morgan whispered as she lowered herself further, thigh muscles bulging to keep herself aloft. “There we go...that's perfect...” she moaned.

Owyn reached out and rested his hands on her immense thighs, which was about as close as he could get to groping any part of her body right now. They were tense and constantly shifting as she basically squatted over him, sliding herself carefully up and down the length of his dick. He could tell that she was really turned on because she was extremely wet, practically dripping, and his cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her, the feeling of it absolutely incredible. The whole experience was only made better by the fact that Owyn had a perfect view of Morgan's huge tits bouncing and jiggling wonderfully as she rode him.

Plus, whenever he wanted to, he could look down and see his dick going rapidly in and out of her glistening, pink opening.

She'd told him more than once since they'd met that she found something inexplicably erotic about having sex with someone noticeably smaller than her, and that she hadn't been able to understand the feeling at all, only acknowledge its existence. He agreed with her, especially when they made love, only for him it was obviously the reverse. There was definitely something intensely arousing and erotic about fucking a woman three feet taller than he was. It was so erotic, in fact, that he was having a hard time holding back his orgasm.

“Oh man...Morgan...gonna come soon,” he gasped.

“Okay, okay, hold on,” Morgan replied.

She was actually doing a great job keeping herself from getting too rowdy, too intense with the sex. He hoped that would remain if she came, which he imagined she was going to. He watched her reach down and begin carefully rubbing her clit. As she started to moan loudly, an incredibly sexy series of moans that became faster and louder as she brought herself closer to orgasm. Abruptly, it happened. Owyn groaned as he felt the muscles inside of her begin to twitch and spasm. He was in love with the way she felt inside when she came, the sudden extra heat and wetness, the spray of sex juices that came out of her.

She cried out and that was enough to set him off. His voice joined hers, his fingertips digging into her hot flesh as he came inside of her. His dick kicked and throbbed, pulsing with sexual intensity as he emptied his seed into her tight pussy. Pleasure exploded into him, filling him and briefly washing away his senses. For a moment, his entire world was being inside of this half-giantess, filling her up, pulse by pulse, with a huge load of his seed.

Then, slowly, Owyn came back to himself.

He looked up at Morgan, who was staring down at him, smiling, sweaty and breathing heavily. Carefully, she got up off of him. “Thank you,” she said as she got off the bed and moved across the room to a wash basin.

“You're welcome,” Owyn replied, laying there for a moment, getting his wind back.

“Really, I...that was great. I mean, wow, that was fucking fantastic. That orgasm...ha, you look kind of covered in juices. Maybe you should take a bath. Maybe we both should,” she said as she finished cleaning her crotch up with a washcloth.

“I could do with a soak,” Owyn replied.

He stood and after finishing up, she joined him as he left the house. It was just after dawn and the morning chill was receding as the sun rose, making it a comfortable temperature outside. The pair of them walked down the path and slipped into the steamy waters of the hot spring that Morgan had in her backyard.

“So...I don't suppose I could talk you into staying longer, huh?” Morgan asked. Owyn looked at her, really considering it. “I'm sorry,” she added quickly. “I shouldn't have asked.”

“No, it's okay. I...I want to stay. Well, part of me does,” Owyn replied hesitantly. “It's a little complicated...” He sighed. “I do want to stay here with you, Morgan. But there's a part of me that feels...that knows, that I need to leave. I need to go somewhere else. I have a problem I need to fix and I can't fix it here.”

“I understand,” Morgan said, though she sounded sad. “I just...like you. A lot. You've been good to me.”

“And you've been very good to me,” Owyn replied.

“I tried. But I get it. I just hope you'll come visit me again.”

Owyn smiled. “I can at least promise that. I really want to see you again, Morgan. You are definitely something special,” he replied.

“Good. I'm glad.”

They continued soaking in the hot spring for another ten minutes or so, then got out and walked back to the house, where they dried and dressed. After that, they made a stew together of beef, lamb, and assorted vegetables and seasonings. As they ate and chatted, Owyn thought about where he was going to go. For no particular reason, he felt the urge to go back to the Emerald Wild. It would be a long walk, close to a day if his sense of direction and location was as good as he thought it was, though he'd have to consult his map to be sure.

But something, some weird sixth sense, instincts maybe or perhaps just nothing at all, told him that he should go to the Emerald Wild.

So, after finishing breakfast and helping Morgan clean up the mess they'd made over the past two days, (after Fay had left, he'd spent the following day with her, and then the day after that, because she'd been very convincing when she asked him to stay longer), then he finished gathering up his things and pulled his armor back on.

He wouldn't have a sprite to protect him anymore.

Once he was all ready to go, he made sure that Morgan showed him where they were on his map, and he made a special mark, (a heart with Morgan written carefully inside, which made her give him a large kiss), and then he wished her farewell and left. It was sad leaving, but at least outside it was sunny and warming.

It was as though the world was welcoming him back.

Feeling a little better, Owyn set off.

…

He'd forgotten what it was like to be actually alone.

He had felt alone with Fay during the final few days, but it hadn't been the same. If anything, it had been horrible. But this...this was good. Owyn remembered a crucial part of his own self discovery that he'd encountered during the first month or two on the road after leaving his home village. He enjoyed the serenity, the peace, the quiet. He enjoyed the long walks in isolation. It wasn't that he was antisocial, he did prefer the presence of others, (well, some others, not all), it was more that he appreciated his solitude just as much.

When he left Morgan's house in the woods, he'd determined that he was indeed just under a days' walk from the Emerald Wild. The walk there was uneventful and he managed to keep up a brisk pace, intent on making it there before nightfall. He didn't pause for lunch, instead eating some bread, an apple, and drinking a bottle of water while still continuing to walk. For most of the trip, his mind was fairly empty.

He wasn't really thinking of anything, well, except for Morgan and the way she looked when she she was having an orgasm. And some of the other women he'd slept with as well. And Fay...that one made him sad, though not as sad as he might have once been. It was hard to believe that she'd just...left him, just like that, without saying anything. She'd even lied to him, pretending to be heading briefly back over to her dimension when she had absolutely no intention of coming back. That was pretty low, but he tried not to hold it against her.

Morgan had made a good point: Fay was thousands of years old. Maybe she just didn't even understand what she'd done because her emotions had become incredibly skewed over the thousands of years she'd been alive. Maybe she thought this would be easiest. Or, possibly, she was emotionally immature and didn't want to face saying goodbye and all that that meant, even if Owyn hadn't planned on making a big deal out of it. But, in the end, either way, she was gone, and Morgan was right: being sad wouldn't change that.

So why not be happy?

But, try as he might, he felt his happiness being slowly stolen from him over the course of the day as he trekked across the countryside. He felt the slow fear, the insidious horror of his own internal problems that seemed to have no solution creeping back into his every thought. But he fought against those thoughts, intent on enjoying himself, to the best of his abilities. This caused him to keep up a fairly brisk pace and the result of that was that he reached the treeline of the Emerald Wild with still about an hour before sunset.

Seeing that treeline appear on the horizon stirred familiar feelings of adventure and excitement in Owyn, and he only felt that old mixture of wanderlust and fear even more as he entered into the trees and walked along a path he chose at random. All around him, the forest was awake and alive and aware. He spied a number of creatures as he walked, none of them fantastical though. A trio of deer, a few rabbits and squirrels scurrying through the underbrush, dozens and dozens of birds flitting about among the branches.

The sun was just starting to really set when he found a suitable spot to make camp. It was a clearing that was just big enough to contain his tent and gear. It was also close to the river that ran through the Wild. As he prepared his camp for the night, he thought of Katy. He missed the beautiful brunette mermaid. He hoped she was okay and happy, wherever she was. Part of him suddenly wanted to go straight to the hot spring where they'd originally met, and he could do it, too. He had it marked on his map and he could find his way there, but there was that thought again, the thought that came up and said he shouldn't.

He should stay here.

Why? He didn't know, but it was getting late and he was tired. He'd been walking for almost the entire day and he was hungry and thirsty and just wanted to relax. Once the camp had been brought into existence, Owyn took a quick look around the area, to make sure he was alone, then he got his dinner cooking. He cut up a good size slice of venison, a potato, and some carrots into a stew and got the fire going, then he stepped into his tent and pulled off all his armor. The simple, mindless tasks of getting undressed at the end of the day filled him with a sort of calm. Once he had his armor off, he stripped naked.

While his food cooked, he washed himself down with a washcloth, soap, and the heated water in his washbasin. It had cost extra, but he'd gladly invested in the self-replenishing washbasin. At the start of each day, the water was magically emptied and refreshed with brand new, clean water. Or, he could activate the spell himself if he wanted. With this in mind, he washed his clothes as well, then hung them up to dry outside on a clothesline. After that was done, he pulled on some boxers and loose-fitting sleeping clothes and checked on his stew. It was just about ready.

After pouring himself a bowl and settled into his chair with it and a bottle of water, Owyn let the last rays of sunshine and the soothing ambiance of the forest wash over him. It was relaxing, peaceful, something he had really been missing this past month. As he ate, he also realized something else: he hadn't really felt the urge to take a drink since hooking up with Fay and the other girls. Why was that? Maybe it was because he'd been getting a concentrated dose of his drug of choice: unique and exotic women, who were a high all their own. It made enough sense, he supposed. But what was he going to do now?

Like a dark malignancy, his fears and doubts and worries spoiled his good mood. It was like an apple with a rotten core. What could he do? Owyn began to go over the whole thing again, perhaps to reexamine the problem once more, but he stopped himself almost as soon as he began. No. If there was a solution, (and he did believe that there was one, everything had a solution, it was just a matter of finding it), then...he didn't have it. And he wasn't entirely sure he could figure it out on his own. He'd been thinking about it for two months now.

So what was left then?

He didn't want to give up and keep being miserable, but if he didn't have the solution then how could he find it?

Owyn sighed and shook his head. The sun had gone down now and he just wanted to sleep. It felt like the right thing to do. Slowly, moving with the tiredness of the a long days' walk, he put out the fire and brought his dishes into the tent. He refreshed the water, then washed the dishes he'd produced and set them to dry on a rack above the basin. With that finished, he stepped back outside once more and took another, final look around. It was full dark out by now, the stars and the moons out, casting their ghostly blue light across the landscape. As far as Owyn could see, there was nothing dangerous or deadly around.

Of course, that didn't mean it wasn't there.

But he didn't feel in danger, so he walked back into the tent and stripped down to his boxers. There was just enough light to see by from the moons and the stars. Owyn got beneath the blankets of his bed and laid there in the dim blue light. For a long moment, he simply stared up at the ceiling of his tent. A slow, creeping, isolating sadness began to settle over him, making him feel cold. For the first time in he didn't know how long, he felt truly alone.

It felt horrible.

And, for the first time in years, he rolled over and cried himself to sleep.

…

Owyn had nightmares that night, though he couldn't remember the specifics of them when he woke up the next morning.

He came awake all at once, gasping, sitting up suddenly and looking around, feeling as if he was going to have to defend himself from some unseen attack. Only there was nothing. Sunshine streamed in through his tent flap and he could hear birds chirping. Owyn remained sitting up in his bed for a moment, then heaved a sigh and laid back down. As he did, he cried out in surprise and sat back up immediately.

His bedsheets were soaked with cold sweat. Feeling gross and grimy, he pulled the blankets back and stood up. For a moment, he simply stood there. There was a lot to do. He had to bring his clothes in from last night, the ones hanging on the line, then there was breakfast, and he had to wash and let his bedsheets dry. He wished he had learned how to perfect that cleaning spell but he'd been kind of slacking on practice lately...

Owyn didn't want to put up with any of this right now.

He made a grimace as he smelled himself. He reeked. Why had he been sweating so much in his sleep? He knew the answer, he just didn't want to admit it. Those nightmares...Owyn didn't want to think about them. It wasn't that he could remember what they'd been about, because he couldn't, but it was more the horrible sense of vague, shapeless terror and shocked dislocation that made him feel kind of numb and mute.

Before he did anything, Owyn decided, he would clean himself up. And not in the washbasin, but in the river. He wanted to actually be in water, up to his neck, even if it was cold. So, he grabbed a towel and shoved his feet into his boots, since he didn't want to make the walk barefoot through the forest. Once his boots were on, Owyn left his camp, heading towards the sound of running water. Not much was going through his head as he walked through the trees, kicking his way through the underbrush, towel over his shoulder.

He just wanted not to think for a little while.

Taking a bath in a river might help with that.

Before long, he came to the river, the same river he'd set up camp beside a few months ago and had made love to a dryad next to. He missed Clover. And Katy. And Sally and Molly, too. To certain degrees, he missed them all. He wondered if they missed him, if some of them even remembered him. He supposed most of them did, if they were to be believed. Most of them had never had sex with a human before, so it'd make sense that their first time making it with a human man would be pretty memorable.

All of Owyn's thoughts were jarred and halted as he began walking into the river after getting out of his boots and setting them on his towel. He let out a small cry of shock. Yeah, it was cold. Not exactly icy, but definitely brisk enough to wake him right up. Making himself walk forward step by step, Owyn submerged himself in the river. The waters weren't gushing too fast and he had a fairly easy time staying upright.

Once he was up to his chest, he dunked his full body and head down below the water, shook his head around and then came back up. He ran his hands through his hair, then he rubbed his eyes and blinked several times, feeling a lot more awake. It had also kicked some of the mute dislocation out of him, but that only made way for a return to sadness. Why was he so damned sad now? He supposed it made enough sense: he had a problem and he didn't know how to fix it. It kind of felt like being stuck or something.

He wondered if people who had dead-end jobs felt this way.

He also wondered...Owyn stopped and fully opened his eyes. Something had changed. Something was different. He wasn't alone anymore. Frowning, he looked around him, checking the shores for signs of newcomers or enemies. But there was nothing. Except there couldn't be nothing...Owyn looked at the water around him.

He froze.

Something was rising out of the water about five feet away from him. Except, it wasn't rising out of the water, it was as if the water itself was rising, as if it were taking on some kind of shape. He was so mesmerized and curious about just what was happening that he didn't even try to get away. The water continued to take shape and suddenly, standing before him, was a woman made out of water. She seemed to shift suddenly and she became more real, more solid. He could pick out details about her. She was standing in the river, the waterline up to her waist and she didn't have any kind of clothing on. He could see her facial features clearly and she had a very interesting hair style, it seemed to be made up of constantly, gently flowing water.

“Hello,” she said. Her voice was soft and much clearer than he thought it would be. For a moment, Owyn's eyes were drawn to her breasts. They were bare and beautiful, having a very nice roundness and firmness to them.

“Um...hi,” he said, making himself focus on her face. “Who are you?”

“I am Nadia. I am a water nymph,” she replied. “You are sad,” she said. It was a simple statement, not a question.

“I...yes, I am.”

“What is your name?” Nadia asked.

“Owyn.”

She smiled. “Owyn. I like that name...”

Owyn realized he was becoming distracted. He felt embarrassed by his sudden intense arousal but...well, not only was she naked and beautiful, but Nadia was a brand new type of woman he'd never seen before. Despite the cold water, he was becoming very hard. And Nadia noticed. She looked down and he imagined, being a water nymph, she could see his raging hard on as clear as day beneath the waterline.

“You are aroused,” she said. Again, a statement, not a question. “You wish to mate with me, Owyn,” she added, smiling.

“I...yes,” he admitted. “I do. I really do.”

“I will allow this,” she said, coming closer to him, seeming to hover through the water. “We shall mate...” As she came within arm's length of him, she frowned. “You are cold,” she said, then she gestured and suddenly, the water around them became very warm, very comfortable. Owyn let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” he said. “How...did you do that?”

“I have powers over the water,” Nadia replied. “Are you ready?”

“I...yeah.”

She smiled. “Don't worry, I'm good at this.”

Once more, Owyn found himself shocked at how fast something like this happened. Nadia was in front of him now, very close. He reached out and placed a hand on one of her breasts, wondering how exactly this was going to work. He half-expected his hand to go through her, as she looked like she was made of water, but she was just as solid and real as he was. He groaned softly as he began groping her breast and Nadia leaned in and pressed her lips against his. She tasted like crystal clear spring water and sweet spring dreams.

To describe the experience as strange would be an understatement, especially as he continued running his hands over her body. He slipped his hands down her smooth back and below the water, finding the firm curve of her thick ass. Nadia deepened the kiss, slipping her tongue in. The taste of clear, fresh spring water increased. It was like tasting a perfect spring day. Pressing herself against him, she ran her own hands over his body, the feeling warm and soft and deeply comfortable. She broke the kiss suddenly.

“Hold still,” she said.

Then she ducked down, disappearing beneath the water. Owyn continued watching her, realizing that he could still see her as a dark blue outline against the water itself. Her hair maintained its shape. It was meant to resemble loose-hanging, shoulder-length hair, framing her face. She looked up at him as she opened up her mouth and slipped his cock into it. He groaned, an immediate warm and pleasurable feeling beginning to fill him.

Nadia began to move her head slowly up and down, sucking powerfully as she did.

He moaned, reaching down and placing a hand on the back of her head. The reaction was almost an automatic one by now. Her hair was soft and warm. She continued pleasuring him, sucking him off slowly. He could feel her using her tongue, moving it slowly and repeatedly over the head of his dick. Nadia seemed to sense that she was very close to bringing him to orgasm, because suddenly she took it out of her mouth and surfaced.

“I told you I was good at this,” she said, smiling. “I've mated with more than one of your kind.”

“You've had sex with humans?” Owyn replied, trying to calm his dick back down.

“Yes, a dozen even, though soon it will be a baker's dozen.”

“So you're attracted to us?”

“Yes, in a way. You are attractive, but it's kind of like building a collection.” She paused. “I apologize if that comes off as offensive.”

“No, it's fine,” Owyn replied. “I guess I kind of do the same thing.”

She smiled. “Good. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes. Yeah, definitely,” he replied, eyes going up and down her beautiful watery form once more, very excited to be able to sleep with a water nymph.

Her smile widened and without any seeming difficulty, she raised her legs up and wrapped them around him, for a few seconds appearing to hover in the water. She placed one hand behind his neck and with her other reached down between them, guiding his cock into her. He loved it when she touched him. She was absurdly warm and soft and Owyn cried out in pleasure as she slid herself down the length of his shaft.

Inside she was like a dream, like magic. So tight and wet and heated. She rested her other hand on his neck, staring deeply into his eyes as she started to ride him. He gasped as Nadia worked her body, sliding smoothly up and down his rigid length without any apparent effort. Reaching down and around, he grabbed her ass, groping it, loving its warmth, its firmness. Inside...she was perfect inside. He could feel her muscles working, gripping his foreskin and pulling it rapidly up and down over the head of his dick.

Somehow, she was jerking him off while fucking him.

It increased the pleasure a great deal.

“Do you like it?” she murmured, resting her forehead against his and staring into his eyes. “Do you like my body?” she asked.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, Nadia, it's so good,” he groaned.

“Good.” She kissed him once, firmly, then she let go of him with her hands and fell back into the water. Now she was lying flat on her back and it was as though she were lying on a bed and Owyn was standing at its edge. He at least knew how to handle this kind of sex, even if it was strange because she was basically floating under the water now instead of sinking to the bottom or rising to the surface like others would.

She had released him from her legs now, too, spreading them wide, beckoning him onward with her eyes alone. Owyn needed no further prompting. Still inside of her, he reached down, grabbed her hips and began thrusting into her. At first his eyes were drawn to her large, bountiful, and beautiful breasts, but then he looked down further, to watch himself going in and out of her and that was when he realized that he could actually see himself inside of her. It was watery and unclear, but he could see himself sliding in and out of her.

“Whoa,” he whispered.

“You like that?” she asked. Despite being underwater, he could still hear her.

“It's...weird,” he replied softly, still fucking her, hands firmly on her broad hips. It was very strange but also oddly intensely erotic.

He only managed to keep up the sex for about another ten seconds before he started coming. He was still watching himself. After all those times he'd orgasmed inside of his lovers, all those times he became completely lost within them, within the orgasm, now he could get an idea of what it actually looked like. Not that it was exactly a big mystery. He watched as his dick, buried all the way within Nadia's tight water nymph pussy, began to kick and jolt. Immediately, a thick white spurt of his seed escaped the tip of his cock, followed by more. He watched as it began to be diffused into the water that was her body.

Groaning, he gripped her tightly and all at once he realized his fingers were dipping ever so slightly through the surface tension of her 'skin'.

“Sorry,” he gasped as his orgasm finished up.

“It's okay,” Nadia replied, smiling. Still under the water, she was looking down at herself and him inside of her, apparently as enamored with the display as he was. “You've already got something inside of me, I don't mind.”

As he finished coming inside of her, he watched the last of his seed disappear among her watery form. Slowly, he pulled out of her and she resurfaced. She stared at him as they stood there together in the pool of warm water in the river.

“Are you happier now?” she asked.

“For now,” Owyn replied, his smile fading slightly. “It doesn't seem to last for long.”

“Why? Why are you sad?” Nadia asked.

“It's...it's complicated,” Owyn said. He looked around. “Can you be on land? Or do you have to stay in water?”

“I can be on land for a little while without an adverse effects,” Nadia replied.

“Good. I, uh, I'd appreciate it if you could join me at my camp. It isn't far from here. If you want, I'll tell you my problem.”

“I'd like that,” Nadia replied.

They got out of the river and Owyn grabbed his towel. He dried off, then shoved his feet into his boots, put the towel over his shoulder and walked back to the camp. Now that she was out of the water, he had an even better view of Nadia. She looked...well, magic. Which she was. Nymphs were magic. He'd made it with a tree nymph before, which is what dryads were and what Clover had been, and he'd always suspected that there were other kinds of nymphs, though no one seemed to know for sure. Now he knew.

He wondered what other kinds there were.

“You remind me of another man I mated with,” Nadia said as she walked. Owyn was still distracted by her watery body. She really was all water and partially see-through. She looked over at him.

He blinked. “Sorry. You're distracting. Um...who?” he replied.

She smiled. “He was a young man, like you, who was taking care of his family's cabin. The cabin was near a river I happened to be traveling through. It was...fun. He was nervous. He wasn't very sexually experienced. Not like you.”

“You can tell?” Owyn replied.

“Yes. You were a little nervous, but you took to me very quickly and you didn't orgasm the moment I put your penis in my mouth or my vagina. And you didn't have any problem mating with a nymph. You required no convincing.”

“And others do?”

“Some.”

“What about you? Why did you have sex with me?”

Nadia shrugged. “I'm attracted to humans. And elves. And felis sometimes. But we're getting off topic, you said you'd tell me why you're sad.”

“I did,” Owyn agreed. They came back to his camp. He began talking as he dressed in fresh clothing. “I'm sad because I feel stuck. I've got a weird problem. I left my home village for the first time about five months ago. I came of age and wanted to see the world. Almost immediately I...met someone. A necromancer,” he saw her confused look, “a human mage who deals with death magic. Her name was Krystal. She was very beautiful and she was interested in me and I was very interested in her so we...mated.”

“I see. And it was good?” Nadia replied.

Owyn nodded. He finished dressing and then began the process of washing his bedsheets and blanket. “Yes. It was great. Fantastic, the best I'd ever had at the time. And we kept mating, and then she got her friend involved, another beautiful necromancer. From there, I met other women. Vampires, elves, a mermaid, a dryad, a serpentine...many others. But, somewhere along the line, something changed. I went from feeling happy that I was having sex with women not from my own species to expecting it, and I began to seek out women specifically that weren't human. And it was all I could think about, all I can think about...because I feel stuck. I feel like I will no longer be able to have anything special, anything romantic or sexual or...anything, with a member of my own species anymore, because I'm so addicted to inhuman women.”

“This is why you are sad?” Nadia asked.

Owyn nodded. He finished washing his blanket and sheet, then wrung them out and brought them to the clothesline outside. “Yeah,” he replied as he took down his clothes from last night and hung up the bedsheets. “I don't really know what to do. The only conclusion I've come to is to...keep doing it, because I don't know what else to do.”

Nadia didn't say anything for a moment. Owyn took his clothes back into the tent, folded them up and put them away. She still hadn't said anything, following him in.

“Do you have any thoughts?” he asked.

She smiled. “I do. The answer is simple.”

He frowned. “It is?”

“Yes. Stop having sex.”

“...what? Like...forever?”

“Owyn, you've admitted that you're addicted to sex, and not just sex but sex with other women, women not of your own species. In my experience, the key to ending any addiction is to stop for awhile. Stop everything. Stop having sex, stop seeking women, stop pleasuring yourself even. The problem with addiction is that it fills your mind so that every thought revolves around it. But...it's more than that. I don't even believe that you are actually addicted to sex. You don't show any of the very serious signs of it. Based on our interactions, which I admit are short, but my natural magical abilities give me certain extra...perceptions, especially with humans, I think you just really, really like having sex. Which makes you normal.

“The problem with sex and letting it be a motivator for your actions is that sex is different from basically everything else. Think about other people. If they can, they will center their actions around what they like. Some people like adventuring. Some people like building. Some people like collecting. No one bats an eye at that because it's considered normal, or heroic, or useful. But sex is different, or it is perceived to be different, and therefore if you are sexually driven, you become a deviant in society's eyes. Provided you aren't coercive or deceitful in your sexual goals, then in reality you aren't different from an adventurer, a builder, a collector.”

“So what, exactly, are you saying?”

“I'm saying that you're making a bigger deal out of this than it really is. You've let this problem fill your mind to the point where it is all consuming. So...just stop for a bit, Owyn. Stop for...a week. Maybe two. I know it will be difficult, probably very difficult, but you can't think clearly, and this will help you figure it out. And...do other things. Help people. Build something. Take on a challenging task that isn't sex, because while mating and fornication are great, Owyn, there's more to life than sex. I think that's what you forgot.”

Owyn had stopped what he was doing. Now he was simply staring at Nadia, both of them in his tent together. “You're right,” he murmured. It was so obvious...how could he have missed something this obvious?

Because she was right.

Because his obsession with his problem had clouded his mind, obscuring everything else. Nadia had made a great point, a point that he once knew but he had forgotten in the past few months. Sex was awesome, and he did love it, but there was more to life than fucking.

“Owyn,” she said, stepping forward and placing her smooth, warm hands on his cheeks. “You're a good human. A good man. I can sense this in you. Don't be afraid of your sexuality, but don't let it control you, either. And don't worry so much about having to choose between your own kind and those not of your kind. There's nothing saying you can't have both.”

“Thank you,” he said, and it felt as if some great pressure had been released from his skull, some immense weight lifted from his body. “Thank you so much.”

Nadia smiled. “You're very welcome. I'm glad I could help.” She shivered suddenly and appeared to become less substantial, less...there.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. I just...I have to get back to the water. I'm sorry.”

“No, it's fine. Here, I'll walk you back.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

They left the tent and Owyn walked side by side with the water nymph, pondering the revelation she had casually dropped on him. For a moment, he felt real fear. Was it that simple? Could he really just...stop having sex for a week and he'd be fixed.

What if it didn't work?

“No,” Nadia said suddenly. He glanced over at her, startled. “It isn't that simple.”

“Can you...can you hear my thoughts?” he asked softly.

She smiled and shook her head. “No, I can't. But I know what you're thinking. Here's one thing you need to remember above all others if you are fix your life and keep it fixed: this isn't a problem that you fix once and it stays fixed, Owyn. There isn't one single solution. It takes lifelong vigilance. I'm not saying you have to be aware and in control for every second of every day, but you do have to be conscious of your actions. Just...keep an eye on yourself, your thoughts, what you do. It won't be so hard, and you'll live a fuller, richer life because of it. Those who are conscious of their actions often do...” she smiled. “Now kiss me and wish me farewell, Owyn.”

He kissed her. “Farewell, Nadia. Thank you again, for the help...and for the sex. It was really fucking good.”

She laughed and kissed him back. “I'm glad, and it was. And you're welcome.” He watched as she walked into the water.

She continued until the water was above her head. He saw her darker blue figure beneath the water for a moment, then it moved off, flowing with the river, and she was gone, out of his life, just like that.

Only this time, he didn't feel lonely anymore.

In fact, he had a very good idea of what he wanted to do next. Suddenly resolute, Owyn turned back and began to make for his camp, intent on eating breakfast and breaking down his camp quickly so he could get to it.

…

“Owyn!” his mother cried.

Owyn smiled and allowed her to grab and hug him fiercely. Behind him, he could see his father and brother standing in the living room, staring at him. Just as quickly, his mother broke the hug and took a step back.

“I should knock your head off,” she said, her motherly love momentarily replaced by motherly fury. It was just as powerful.

“I'm sorry, mom,” he said. “I know I should have visited or written...”

“Godsdamned right you should have! We thought you were dead!”

Owyn sighed, feeling the guilt wash over him. He knew this was coming and had come back here anyway, because it was the right thing to do. His mother must have taken pity on him. She sighed. “Come in, it's getting cold outside.”

“Thanks, mom.”

He came into the room, shook hands with his father and his brother, because they were the kind of men who felt strange about receiving a hug from another man, even if it was family. He didn't realize how much he'd missed them, how much he'd missed this house.

“What happened?” his dad asked as they all walked into the kitchen and took seats around the dinner table. “John, the man who runs the inn, told us he saw you leaving town with a...a necromancer,” he said.

“I did,” Owyn confirmed. “She needed an escort to the next town. Well, she wanted one, didn't need one. And we became...good friends.”

“I know what that means,” his brother, William, said with a grin. “You became 'good friends' with a necromancer?” he asked.

“She wasn't a necromancer...not exactly. And yes, William. I did. Krystal was very good to me. But we only stayed together for a few weeks.”

“So what happened?” his mother pressed. “Where have you been?”

“I've been...everywhere. All over the country. I visited Mist and Stafford. I went to the Emerald Wild. Any number of small towns. I got up to Redwood and met some elves. I must have gained and lost five thousand gold.”

His father's eyes bulged. “You're lying,” he said, though it sounded more disbelieving than an actual accusation.

“Nope,” Owyn replied, reaching down and pulling off his sack of gold. He dropped it on the table and it spilled open. “There's close to seven hundred gold in there,” he said. “Though some of it is in emeralds and rubies, I think there might be a diamond in there, too...”

“Where did all this come from!?” his mother whispered, staring at it. They were lucky if they saw seven hundred gold in half a year.

“Adventuring,” Owyn replied, smiling. “Plundering tombs, doing some bounty hunting, running oddjobs for people. I told you, didn't I? I told you it would be like this and none of you believed me. You all thought I'd go out there and at best get bored or scared or laughed at and at worst I'd die. But this is how it worked out. I learned how to survive in the wilderness, how to hunt, how to defend myself, and I made it work.”

“That you did,” his father murmured. They all started at him and Owyn began to feel uncomfortable.

“But,” he said, “that's not why I came back. I didn't come here to say 'I told you so'. I came back because I missed you and I should have been sending this stuff back to you. I know you three like to work hard and earn your keep, but I also know that it isn't easy and I want to help you if I can. And I can. And...I'm sorry for not visiting or writing. I just kept finding interesting things out there and...well, time got away from me,” Owyn explained.

“Then I forgive you,” his mother said, smiling. “Because I love you and you're my son. But tell me you aren't leaving immediately.”

He shook his head. “No, not immediately. I'm not back, not staying forever, but...I will be spending some real time here. I don't know how long, maybe through winter. But I figure I could help around the house, maybe find a few jobs around town. Hunting or bounty hunting even. And we could all get to know each other again.”

“We'd like that a lot,” his father said.

There was a brief pause. “Um, well, are you hungry? We've already eaten but there's still some left,” his mother said.

“I could do with some food,” Owyn replied.

And just like that, he was home again.

He was starting to feel happy again.

It wouldn't fix everything right away, but it was a good start.

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ABOUT ME

Hello, I’m the author! There isn’t too much to me personally. I live somewhere in the United States and I like to write stories about people having sex and people having adventures!

So what makes me special? What sets me apart from most of the other thousands of erotica authors out there?

Well, a few things that I can think of.

I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

Another big focus of mine is human guy on inhuman lady sex. There are certainly tons of stories about hot chicks getting laid by werewolves and dinosaurs and even Bigfoot! But there’s not enough out there, in my opinion, about regular guys fucking hot alien or monster or otherwise inhuman ladies. I love writing about human guys getting laid by mermaids and dryads and sexy aliens and genetically engineered female super soldiers and robots.

Finally, I like emphasizing sexual encounters, casual and longer engagements, that focus on consent, communication, trust, and respect. I like both parties involved getting what they want out of the sex. (Or I should say all parties, given how many people are fucking at once!)

If you want access to extra content, to get news about my progress on upcoming stories, or pictures of hot naked monster girls, then here’s some places you can check out.

This is my WEBSITE, (www.mistyvixen.com). Here, you can find free short stories related to my works or stand on their own, a monthly newsletter, alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked, and more!

This is my TWITTER, (www.twitter.com/Misty_Vixen). I’ll post updates and pictures of hot naked alien, monster, or otherwise inhuman ladies I find on the internet. Also, I respond to pretty much everyone, so feel free to say something!

This is my PATREON, (www.patreon.com/MistyVixen). There, you can get early access to chapters of my in-progress works, and early access to alternate versions of my cover art where the ladies are naked! They will be released to my website after one month. Finally, for 10$/month, you can get access to my entire library of works. You can either read them there on Patreon, or download a PDF or Kindle ready version. Some of these titles will also be early access.

Finally, if you want to talk to me directly, you can send me an e-mail at my address:

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And that’s it! Once again, thank you very much for reading my work. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

-Misty

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entire coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means electronic or mechanical, without permission in writing from the author or publisher.