Monsters, Men, and Magic Ch. 24

For once Casey was on her bed but she wasn't doing something sexual, at least not at the moment. She had three books open to various places in front of her and she was cross-referencing between them. While the lodge didn't have the most complete collection on the supernatural it was by far the best resource that Casey knew of. The past few days she had been browsing through the books in her free time, trying to learn about the strange plants she had encountered, even if the mark was making it a challenge to concentrate.

There weren't many formal works on the creatures and monsters they hunted, the most any hunter could hope for was a journal of an older hunter. That made finding any specific information tedious at best since it wasn't as if there was an index to go by. Her father had begun working on such a resource but it was far from complete and it could easily have missed what she was looking for. That left Casey to skim every page in the journals.

It wasn't all a waste, Casey had never looked at these particular books before so she was learning as well. First-hand accounts weren't the best explanation of how to deal with a monster, not when it was scribbled in the margin of a page. There seemed to be a lot of trial and error until the hunter got lucky. Still, it was good to at least get some hints for creatures she hadn't encountered yet.

Apparently, husks were immune to any bullet, even the specially prepared hunter ones, until you got up to a shotgun, and that was only for limb removal. Fallen vampires normally kept prisoners for days to feed on them, since they don't tend to have easy access to victims. And it wasn't advised to have women hunt down a satyr, the warning only made Casey more interested.

Aside from her learning some things she didn't come across a specific mention of the plants she had encountered, at least not directly. At the top of one page, there was a mention of a dryad groove. It seemed far more extensive than what Casey had encountered but the trees being bent and manipulated seemed the same between the two. If it was a dryad garden that would explain the strange plants at least. Casey knew dryads tended to be loners, at least as far as interacting with humans, and they didn't usually attack people. They just wanted to be left alone with their plants.

Casey didn't remember ever coming across anything extensive about dryads in the library so since seemed like a dead end. It's what she had expected but it was still terrible. The plants had been some of the most fun she had ever had and she would have liked to relive the experience again and again. That didn't seem probable though if a dryad was behind the plants Casey had no chance of growing them herself, she lacked the literal green thumb the creatures possessed.

For now, she just had to enjoy the memory of the encounter. She reached over to her side and picked up her phone, sending Andrew a text, seeing if he was around. He was as he always was. Andrew was ever eager to chat with her, namely because things almost always turned sexual between them now. With Grant gone and the plants spent, Casey only had one outlet for the mark and it was Andrew.

It had been worse than ever the last few days. This was the longest she had gone without sex since getting the charm being put on her, and the weight was beginning to become unbearable. If something didn't happen soon she would end offering herself to any hunter she came across. Still, teasing Andrew and getting off with her new dildos helped ease the pressure, if ever so little.

Andrew got back to her almost instantly. "Hey, Casey! How's it going?"

"You know how I am," Casey sent back with a smile. "You?"

"Great, I was hoping you would text."

Oh? Not tired from this morning?" Casey replied. Andrew didn't seem to last too long after she started sending him pictures of her nearly deepthroating the werewolf dildo.

"Of course not," Andrew added a wink on. "I always want to see you."

"Good," Casey responded. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out the werewolf dildo again. She pulled the black crop top she had on up and over her breasts slid the toy between them, pinning it between them with her elbows. She brought her phone up and sent Andrew a picture. "Looks like he's back for more."

Before Andrew could respond she was already bringing the toy up to her mouth. The tapered head pressed between her lips and Casey couldn't wait to start thrusting into her mouth with it. Her jean shorts were already growing damp as she worked the toy between her lips. The red length disappeared into her mouth and she let out a soft moan around it. One hand guided the dildo to her mouth as the other slid down her stomach and into her shorts, teasing her clit.

"You're so hot," Andrew responded. "I wish that was me."

"So do I," Casey typed back. "I could use a real cock right about now." While she enjoyed her toys they were no match for the real thing.

The next picture she sent was of her jean shorts hanging off of her ankle along with her panties and the slick head of the werewolf dildo pressing against her pussy. She fed the length into her body, letting out a moan as it filled her up. After that, the next shot showed the red length disappearing into her. It certainly helped her remember what it was like to be in the mine with the monster. The actual werewolf's cock had been so much better than this, bigger and hotter, but without the real thing, this was as good as she was going to get.

Casey's toes curled as an orgasm began to build up and her entire body tensed. She left the dildo filling her up as one hand covered her mouth and the other frantically fingered her clit. As the climax receded she slowly relaxed and let her hand slip off of her mouth. Casey laid back on her bed for a few minutes enjoying the brief moments of respite from the charm.

It didn't last long though. Soon she began to pump the dildo in and out of her pussy again, and with her other hand she reached back over to her nightstand and pulled out the pink human dildo that she had owned for a while. It had gone ignored and unused since she had gotten the new ones, but now she had a use for it. The problem was that her dewbark and werewolf dildos were too big, but this one would be just perfect.

As she slid the red dildo into her pussy she brought the human one up to her lips and started to suck on the plastic length, coating it in as much spit as she could. Soon drool was dripping down her chin and smearing it. Once that was the case she pulled the werewolf toy out of her and rose off of her bed. The denim shorts fell to the floor, leaving her bottomless and she tossed the crop top off, stripping her body naked. Casey bent over her bed, leaning onto her elbows and she brought the human cock between her legs, but this time she didn't slide it into her sex.

Instead, the head of the toy probed up between her asscheeks, the crown of it pressing against her back door. Casey let out a whimper at the feel of it but didn't push it forward yet. She took another picture of it on the verge of it slipping inside of her and sent it to Andrew. This time he got a clear view of her bare asscheek, spread and presented to him.

"You're amazing, Casey. You're perfect. I love the tattoo, I didn't know you had one, and definitely not there," Andrew answered. "And your ass!" A series of hearts followed the last message.

The mention of the mark made Casey glance at the photo she had just sent him. She had to say that her ass looked particularly good from that angle but the more surprising part was the brand. The black and red swirls were still there and now there were even more of them. Casey didn't often look at herself from this angle while she was completely naked and she hadn't even noticed any changes with the mark. Now the swirls were pushing in lower, moving down between her asscheeks, almost making a trail to where the dildo was now pressing. It hadn't spread upwards, but it had also begun creeping down the outside of her hips as well.

While the mark changing and growing was alarming to a degree it wasn't what Casey had in mind at the moment. The dildo teasing her backdoor was where her attention was and it couldn't be pulled away for long. Casey looked away from her phone and eased the toy into her body, clutching onto her bedsheets as she did. She buried her face against them to muffle her cries as the toy spread her ass further. The pink length slowly disappeared into her body and while it wasn't anything as good as the plants it still felt amazing.

Casey worked the toy in and out of her ass, moaning against her covers with each thrust. She quivered with each thrust into her body and wanted the next one even more. It didn't take Casey long to work herself up to another orgasm, brought on solely by the dildo plunging between her cheeks. She fell forward onto her bed as it crashed over her and she only finally raised her head when her phone buzzed with a text from Andrew.

"You're the perfect woman, I can't get enough of you," he sent.

Casey couldn't help but chuckle at that. "And do you know many women?" she answered, adding a smiley face. It was easy to imagine Andrew saying anything he could to keep more pictures coming.

Her hand drifted back to the dildo filling her ass and she began to work it in and out of her body again. This time she didn't bury her face against her bed. In her other hand, she grabbed the werewolf dildo and brought it back to her mouth. Casey started to bob her head up and down the length, tasting her own juices on it, as she simultaneously fucked her own ass with the other one. Trapped between the two pieces of plastic she couldn't help but melt in pleasure. Maybe this is what would have happened if the werewolf had decided to share her instead of running off when Grant appeared.

After bobbing her head along the length a few more times, Casey shuddered in release one more time. Both toys pressed deep into her body and she cried out around the dildo in her mouth. Maybe one day this would be a reality, but for now, Casey had to be content with imagining being taken in this position. She slid down to her floor, pulling the toy from between her cheeks as she sat down.

Without thinking about it, she brought both toys to her mouth, wrapping her lips around the two very different cockheads and sending Andrew the picture. Spit was running down both lengths and her chin but she was smiling around them. Casey sat there for a few minutes, her head laying back against her mattress, a grin on her face.

After running out of the plants she had worried it would have been tough to find relief on her own, but it hadn't been difficult. As always the mark still lingered, not satisfied with only masturbation. She'd need to find a solution to that soon. Grant wasn't here and who knew when he'd return. Besides, she was still angry with him, she didn't know if she wanted to forgive him just because she needed his cock.

The human dildo fell to her floor and Casey continued to idly suck on the werewolf toy. It was far inferior to the real thing, but she still loved it. Her tongue slid along the length, flicking across it until her ears perked up. A car slammed outside. Casey pushed her naked body up and moved over to the blinds peeking through them and out to the side of the house.

One of the hunters, Wilson had just thrown his bag in the backseat of the car and was talking with Aaron as the engine ran. The two men were walking back to the house and speaking loudly. Up on the third floor, Casey could barely hear them. She turned her head and held her breath, listening closely.

"Should be back, in one or two nights. Malcolm was almost considering not even sending anyone, it should be easy. It's almost not even worth going." Wilson said.

"Just make sure you do a beer run on the way back, alright?" Aaron added.

The two men vanished back into the lodge, but by the sound of it, Wilson would be leaving on a hunt any minute. The werewolf cock fell from Casey's lips. This was her chance. She had been looking for a way to go on a hunt. Her father wasn't going to assign her another one so she had to get one herself. Wilson was more easy-going than Grant, she'd sneak into the car with him and once he found her it would be too late to turn around. She'd get to tag along on the hunt and her father wouldn't have a chance to stop her.

She didn't have any time to waste. Casey rushed over to her backpack, most of her things were already inside it, her pistol, makeup, cash, she pulled it out of the closet and then pulled out a spare set of clothes, not even bothering to check what they were before she stuffed them into the pack. Then she got dressed. Casey put on the next thing she grabbed, a pair of black and grey yoga pants, and pulled them on without even sparing a moment to pick her panties off of the floor. Then she snatched a sports bra and pulled that on along with a black cropped hoodie.

Casey was still slipping into her sneakers as she headed down the stairs, backpack over one shoulder. She avoided the kitchen as she heard voices there and headed out the backdoor and around the house. After peeking around the corner, Casey rushed over to the backdoor of the car and slipped inside, softly closing it behind her. Just as she was settling down behind the passenger seat she heard Wilson approaching again. She ducked down low, using his backpack to help hide her. If he actually looked back here she'd still be spotted in an instant.

Her heart was racing as he got in the car and pulled away from the lodge. She kept a hand clamped over her mouth the entire time, hoping desperately that he wouldn't see her. When Wilson got out of town and onto the highway, Casey finally started to relax. She couldn't help but smile. After two weeks of being stuck at the lodge, she was finally off again. Maybe this time the hunt would actually be exciting. She tried to keep her hopes reigned in, but it was a challenge; this could be as fun as the werewolf hunt.

As he drove, Wilson fiddled with the radio but other than that he seemed focused on the road. It wasn't until over an hour into the drive that he reached into the backseat. His hand felt around for his pack but instead of wrapping around that he grabbed hold of her thigh. He looked back at her, with his eyes growing wide. "Casey! What are you doing here?"

She was bound to be found out eventually, and she figured they were far enough from home now anyway. Casey pulled herself out from behind the seat and sat down in the back. "Hi Wilson, I thought I'd tag along on your hunt. Is that alright?" She offered him her best smile. If he had a mind to, he could call her dad or turn the car around. Hell, Grant would have done just that.

Wilson didn't. He paused for a moment and then chuckled and shook his head. "I told Malcolm that if he tightened the lease around you anymore you'd slip out of it entirely. I don't mind if you come along, Casey. He's the one trying to keep you at the lodge. Besides, some company would be nice."

Casey beamed. "Thank you so much, I thought I was gonna go crazy stuck at home like that. It's so to hear someone on my side for once." She climbed up to the passenger seat and looked over at him. "I really appreciate it." After Grant being so wishy-washy about everything, it was nice to have Wilson. His eyes traveled along her legs as she got up front, but he stayed mostly focused on the road. "I've been dying to go on another hunt, ever since the werewolf one, but Dad hasn't been giving me a chance."

He chuckled. "What do you mean the two of you went after that trickster together."

Her nose wrinkled up as she scowled. "Don't even mention that to me, it didn't even count as a road trip, much less a hunt." Casey might have enjoyed it, but it was clear her dad was trying to keep her out of the action when he brought her along on it. He didn't even let her handle something as simple as a trickster on her own.

"I've told him before he should give you a chance. You can't surprise him if you're not even given the opportunity." Wilson said. Casey smiled at him, that was exactly what she was thinking. He glanced over at her. "That being said, I'm in deep shit if he knows you came out on a hunt with me when he specifically didn't want you on one. I like you, Casey, I really do. You're a good kid, and I think you could be a good hunter, given the chance." He glanced over at her again, a smile tugging at his lips. "I could get in a lot of trouble for this, so what exactly are you going to make it worth my while?"

"Not enough kindness in your heart to do me a solid?" Casey offered with a grin.

"Ha, I like staying at the lodge, not ready to risk everything I've got right now on a favor to you, sorry. I've got a lot riding on it, so I think it's only fair if you sweeten the pot as well, sweetie." Wilson kept one hand on the wheel but his other drifted off of it and moved to settle on her knee. "What do you think?"

"Is it sweetie now, Wilson?" Casey replied. "I didn't know we were that close." Her eyes moved down to the hand that was touching her, but she didn't do anything to remove it. Truthfully it was nice to feel a man's touch after having to be satisfied with just her own for days.

"Let's think of this as a bonding opportunity," Wilson offered. "We've never been on a hunt together, hell, I don't know how much time we've spent with just the two of us. This is a chance for us to grow closer. Away from your nosey father and the other hunters." His hand slowly slipped off of her knee and onto her leg.

"What sort of bonding do we need to do that Dad can't be around for?" Casey asked innocently.

"You can drop the act, Casey," Wilson said. "I know your dad likes to think of you as his innocent little girl, but the other hunters and I see how you dress and show off for us. You love the attention and we love looking. Given that you haven't slapped my hand away yet, you know what I'm thinking and you aren't going to object." As if to illustrate his words, Wilson's hand slipped higher up her leg and his fingers pressed in against her yoga pant-covered thigh.

"You're right," Casey agreed. "I do love the attention." She would have done anything Wilson wanted just for the pleasure of it, but if she got to go on a hunt on top of it then it was definitely worth it. Her hand slid up his leg now and pressed against the growing bulge there. "Should we do this now or later?"

"Now," Wilson grinned. "I've been waiting a long time to feel those lips around me, no reason to postpone it any longer."

Casey smiled and undid her seatbelt. "Just don't crash, alright?" The two of them were still on the highway.

She got onto her knees on the seat and leaned over to him, starting to undo his pants. Wilson's hand slid from her thigh and up to her ass, feeling her up as she freed his cock. The pawing feel of his hand excited Casey, she missed this sort of touch so much. Her body and the mark ached for it. The moment she had his pants pulled open his cock sprung into view and she found herself licking her lips in anticipation.

Wilson didn't need to say another word for her to press her lips against him. He was nearly completely erect and as her lips slid along him he grew even harder. The heat and the soft yet hard feel of him were so much better than her toys. She purred against him and ducked her head down lower. Casey's lips glided against him, rubbing along the length of his cock. Next, her tongue probed out from between her lips and began to slowly brush against him.

Wilson let out a sigh at the feel of her mouth and sank deeper into his seat. His attention was still on the road thankfully, but that didn't stop him from feeling up her ass even more. The black fabric was hardly a barrier for his touch and he grasped hold of one asscheek, massaging it. Casey mumbled against his cock in response, finally getting what she needed.