Omega's Last Wish

One chilly autumn day, the alpha werewolf's widow, Mrs. Liulfr, requested Edmund's presence in her grand estate. Curiosity piqued, he donned his green coat and hat, gathering his tools before embarking on the intriguing journey that awaited him.

The widow greeted him somberly as Edmund stepped into the opulent drawing room. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of sadness and concern. Without wasting a moment, she extended a bag overflowing with gold and silver coins towards Edmund, her voice quivering with desperation.

"My dear sir," Mrs. Liulfr began, her voice carrying a tone of urgency, "I seek your assistance in a most delicate matter. You see, my second son is gay, and as I approach the twilight of my years, I wish for him to find happiness and settle down before my time ends."

Edmund's eyes sparkled with understanding, his heart touched by the widow's plea. He leaned forward, his voice filled with gentle compassion. "Tell me, dear widow, what do you have in mind? How may I be of service?"

Mrs. Liulfr took a deep breath, her voice quivering with a hint of uncertainty. "I am willing to part with all the riches that adorn this bag if you can find my second son a female mate. I want him to experience the joys of love and companionship, to find solace in the arms of a woman."

A hush fell upon the room as silence enveloped the space. Edmund's wise eyes bore into the widow's soul, contemplating the enormity of her request. As the flickering fireplace cast a warm glow upon his rugged face, a glimmer of hope danced in his gaze.

"Mrs. Liulfr," Edmund spoke softly, his words laced with empathy, "Love is a magical force that defies the boundaries of gender. Let us embark on a journey that transcends societal norms and embraces the purity of true connection. I shall use these riches to help your son find not just any mate but a spiritual counterpart who will ignite a flame within his heart."

With a quiver, Mrs. Liulfr said, "No, not a single coin until he presents his female mate, and she must be a werewolf and none of your Leprechaun tricks or no deal."

With a twinkle in his eye, Edmund bowed to the werewolf widow. "Aye, all the coins in the bag will be delivered to me upon the completion of our arrangement, then?"

"All the coins," The widow agreed.

FIFTEEN DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

I led a life divided. By day, I would put on my coveralls, wear my hair slicked back, and go to work as a man named Lee. But as the sun set on the horizon, I would retreat to the sanctuary of my home, where I would shed my masculine facade and embrace my true self -- a woman named Leigh.

At first, this secret double life felt like a thrilling game of dress-up to me. My stepsister Lisa would often join in on the fun, helping me select the perfect dresses, apply flawless makeup, and style my hair. We laughed, we bonded, and we never took it too seriously. But as time passed, the novelty began to fade, and the duality of my existence became just another routine, albeit a profoundly personal one.

Lisa knew about my occasional encounters with men, but they were always casual, fleeting affairs -- never accurate dates. That is until Lisa, mischievously, decided to take matters into her own hands. One day, she called me excitedly, insisting that she had found the perfect blind date for me -- her boyfriend's brother, Hunter Liulfr.

The Liulfr family, owners of numerous farms in the area, and influential figures in the local farming community were a well-respected dynasty. Knowing my penchant for secrecy, Lisa saw this as an opportunity to challenge our comfort zones. And so, with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, I agreed to meet this mysterious man.

FOURTEEN DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

The day of the blind date arrived, and I found myself nervously standing outside the charming Funky Skunk Brewery, where we were set to meet. As I caught my breath and smoothed out the elegant dress that hugged my feminine curves, I spotted him from afar--Hunter Liulfr -- tall, rugged, and undeniably handsome -- exuded quiet confidence.

As we sat across from each other, the glint in his eyes suggested that he knew more than what met the gaze. Our conversations flowed effortlessly, from trivial matters to deep, heartfelt discussions. It seemed Hunter had a gift for getting beneath the surface and unraveling the layers of my complex existence. I found myself captivated, unable to resist his charm.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks transformed into a whirlwind romance that I never saw coming. Hunter embraced my femininity, cherishing both the Lee and Leigh within me. Our love blossomed amidst the rolling hills and golden fields of Northern Ohio as we reveled in each other's presence, building a connection that defied societal norms and expectations.

Hunter's family had been a prominent fixture in this community for generations, synonymous with success and prosperity. As I watched the golden light dance across the fields, I couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity about the enigmatic Hunter and the adventures that awaited me.

Growing up, I had always felt like an outsider, unsure of myself and longing for a sense of belonging. I yearned to shed the insecurities that plagued me and blossom into the confident woman I aspired to be. Little did I know, fate had a plan in store for me, and it began with Hunter.

From the moment we met, I knew there was something different about him. His piercing grey eyes held a glimmer of mischief, drawing me in like a magnet. Hunter saw beyond my flaws and insecurities and encouraged me to step out of my comfort zone. Our dates were like steppingstones, each pushing the boundaries of my timid existence as we explored the depths of our connection.

Hunter had this uncanny ability to know me better than I knew myself. He would surprise me with little trinkets, claiming they reminded him of moments we shared. Each gift was a symbol of his understanding and our unique bond. And the flowers, oh, the flowers! They regularly arrived at my doorstep, a fragrant testament to his love and affection. Hunter's gestures warmed my heart, but a lingering question fluttered in my mind.

Three months have passed since we first embarked on this romantic journey, yet we have only shared tender kisses and comforting cuddles. It was a strange contradiction, the intensity of our emotional connection juxtaposed with our lack of physical intimacy. I wondered if it was out of respect, a desire to deepen our emotional connection before venturing into the realm of passion. Or perhaps there was something more, a secret Hunter held close to his heart.

My curiosity grew as the days turned into weeks and then into months. I couldn't help but wonder why Hunter was holding back, what secrets lay beneath his charming smile. I was torn between my desire for answers and my fear of pushing too hard, of losing the delicate balance we had established.

And then, on a warm summer evening, Hunter took my hand as we sat beneath the starry sky, his grip firm yet gentle. He looked into my eyes, a storm of emotions swirling within, and spoke words that would forever linger in my mind.

"Darling," he began, his voice laced with vulnerability and determination. "I have something to share with you tonight, something weighing heavily on me."

My heart raced with anticipation as I urged him to continue. What secret did Hunter hold? What would this revelation mean for us?

The crisp autumn air greeted me as I exited the car, sending a shiver down my spine. Hunter, my enigmatic companion, held the door of his truck open for me, his gaze distant and mysterious. Today was meant to be a day of adventure, as we planned to explore a sprawling flea market and indulge in a delightful dinner at a new restaurant in the neighboring town.

With anticipation coursing through my veins, I had dressed in a denim mini skirt and jacket, while Hunter, in his rugged boots and faded jeans, nearly matched my casual yet stylish attire. The sight of us, side by side, seemed like a perfect symbol of our unspoken connection.

As we entered the flea market, the sheer vastness of the 1000-acre site overwhelmed me. Tables and vendors sprawled in every direction, offering an enticing array of treasures. From cattle to jewelry, there was indeed something for everyone here. It was a paradise for collectors, bargainers, and explorers alike.

Amidst the chaos of the bustling market, a peculiar vendor caught my eye. A man, no taller than four feet, stood behind a table adorned with an eclectic mix of items. He wore a vivid green suit, accentuating his unusual presence. A matching hat completed his ensemble, adding a touch of whimsy to his appearance.

Curiosity piqued, and I felt compelled to stop at his table. As I approached, he looked up with twinkling eyes that seemed to hold secrets untold. His soft yet intriguing voice enticed me into his world of peculiarities. He spoke of ancient artifacts, mystical trinkets, and whispered tales of forgotten realms.

He introduced himself as Edmund and was everything you would expect from an Irish Gentleman who portrayed without flaw. With each word, my fascination deepened, and an invisible bond formed between us. His stories transported me to enchanted realms and ignited a hunger for adventure that I didn't know existed within me. Hunter watched from a distance, his gaze betraying admiration and protectiveness.

Finally, I found a small beaded coin purse hidden in his treasures, possibly from the 1920's it was beautiful and caught my eye. Inside, it was filled with condoms and sensual oils. The previous owner must have been a romantic, that's for sure. We haggled a price, and for five dollars, I was the proud new owner of a vintage change purse.

After indulging in the vibrant shopping scene, we decided to satiate our appetites at a quaint little restaurant tucked away in a charming corner of the city. The ambiance was intimate, bathed in flickering candlelight and the soft strains of jazz music. As we settled into our seats, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, wondering if the world outside these walls would be as accepting of my crossdressing as this little haven had been.

But once again, Hunter's instincts proved right. The patrons around us, oblivious to societal norms and expectations, welcomed us openly. It was as if the universe conspired to show us that love and acceptance can blossom in the most unexpected places.

With our hearts full and spirits soaring, we decided to extend our evening together. I leaned in, my voice a whisper filled with excitement and anticipation, as I confessed the secret rendezvous that awaited us. My stepsister Lisa and Hunter's brother Hayden would be out of town, reveling in the melodies of a concert in Detroit, leaving my apartment empty for the night. I invited Hunter to join me for a night of Netflix and chill, a chance to explore the depths of our connection.

A spark of curiosity danced in Hunter's eyes, his lips curling into a mischievous smile. He agreed, and we gathered our belongings, ready to embark on this new adventure together.

As we entered my apartment, a sense of anticipation hung in the air, mingling with the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. We settled onto the couch, the room enveloped in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy. The flickering images on the screen became mere background noise as we delved into the depths of our souls, sharing stories, dreams, and vulnerabilities.

Hunter and I had been conversing, dancing around the edges of something unspoken, something electric. At that moment, when the silences between words held more weight than the words themselves, he turned to me. With a gentle touch, he tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear, causing an electric shiver to run down my spine.

His hazel eyes, filled with vulnerability and raw desire, locked onto mine. It was as if he was peering into the depths of my soul, unraveling every secret, every hidden desire. I felt exposed and seen in that glance, like a fragile butterfly caught in a powerful storm.

With courage, Hunter dipped his head down, his warm breath softly caressing my lips. The world around us blurred into a hazy backdrop as our bodies gravitated toward one another. In that moment of longing, our lips met in an emotional embrace.

His rough stubble grazed against my skin, a delicious contrast to the softness of his touch. With an intensity that defied reason, I lost myself in the sensation, my hands instinctively diving into his hair. Each strand slipped between my fingers like silken threads, weaving an intricate tapestry of desire and longing.

As our kiss deepened, the world faded, leaving only the intoxicating melody of our hearts beating in unison. It was a collision of souls, a merging of two lost wanderers finding solace in one another's embrace. The Time we were we were, we seemed to stand still in that stolen moment as if the universe had conspired to grant us this brief respite from reality.

There was a silent understanding between us, an unspoken agreement. I took Hunter's hand and led him to my bedroom.

I wanted Hunter badly; we had danced around sex for almost a year, and now I mustered the courage to take the necessary steps to consummate our relationship.

We kissed and rolled around on the bed until I lay under him, my legs spread in a missionary position. I ran my fingers through his hair and then unbuttoned his shirt. Open-mouthed kisses passed between us.

Hunter rolled on me as we kissed, and I pushed and maneuvered my hips in a missionary position. We were still very much clothed, but my shirt was open, exposing my bra.

Hunter's kisses were deep and sensual as his lips traced my jaw to my ear. The stubble on his chin was an oh-so-sexy scratchy sensation on my neck as he playfully nipped my ear lobe.

I was unbuttoning my shirt as Hunter kissed my neck. His teeth dragged across my throat, sending chills throughout my body.

Hunter's breath raged as he pressed his lips to mine before kissing my chin and kissing along my jaw to my ear.

I had my shit off, and when Hunter released the claps of my bra, I tossed my breast forms to the floor. The coolness of the air stimulated my nipples, causing them to be extra sensitive.

As Hunter kissed down my throat, he playfully nipped at my skin. I arched my neck, and he didn't pass on my invitation to be a little rough. Hunter sucked on my vulnerable neck.

His roughness, I'm sure, would leave a trail of hickeys down my collarbone to my chest.

Smiling at me because of my hopeful look that he would suck on my nipples was going to come true. Hunter was satisfied more by satisfying me than himself.

Kissing then sucking my right nipple into his mouth felt so maternal. I arched my Mack and moaned with the attention his mouth applied.

Pulling on my nipple with his teeth, he released me and moved to the left side, repeating his playful action.

I was breathless when his mouth met mine, and our tongues touched. Hunter seemed very pleased with my reactions to his mouth all over my body.

"I want you inside of me," I whispered.

Hunter smiled and pulled his shirt off, exposing his muscular, tanned pecks and abdomen. He was everywhere, covered in fine hair that I couldn't resist running my hands through.

Hunter sat up to loosen his pants, and I discarded my skirt and gaff. Hunter laid down on me, trapping me under his weight for a moment, and then the moment was gone, but it was like heaven to me.

We rolled over, so I was on top. I pulled his jeans off, then his socks. I knew how ticklish his feet were, so I flicked each foot with my finger. Hunter's entire body jumped in, tracking my actions.

Turning the bulging basket in his boxer briefs, he awaited me to release it from its nylon and spandex prison. I straddled his legs when I pulled the elastic waistband down, releasing his penis from his boxers.

It was magnificent, thick, and just over eight inches long, with a slight upward curve and majestic veins covering the shaft.

I bent down and kissed the tip then I slowly sucked his cock into my mouth. I took the first six inches into my mouth when Hunter waived me off, asking me to use a condom.

Aug! For one, I wanted to take him raw into my mouth better, the year I wanted to feel him fucking me and for him to cum inside my body. We have been faithful to each other for almost a year.

Could it be the secret he mentioned earlier? I reached for a condom from the bedside table, but the change purse from the flea market caught my eye.

Reaching the beaded coin purse, I selected one of the brightly colored cellophane envelopes and withdrew a bright green condom. Pinching the end, I rolled it onto Hunter's cock with care.

I placed my mouth back on the condom and rolled it down his length. I pushed my lips up and down his shaft.

It didn't take long before the spermicide the condom was treated with made my lips and tongue numb. Allowing me to take his cock into the back of my throat without gagging the whole time. Still, my look of distress caused Hunter to get even more complex each time I went down.

Hunter touched my head to get my pumping action in time with his needs, but I pulled my mouth away, denying him his orgasm.

"No, I want you inside of me," I begged. "It's been a year. Please fuck me."

Hunter sighed and sat up. I moved into a doggie position and waited for Hunter to move behind me.

Finally, Hunter maneuvered his manhood toward my opening. His hand lifted and tilted my hips into a position he approved of, and then he played the tip of his cock to my small, puckered opening.

It seemed like I waited forever, and just when I was going to say something, the head of his cock pushed against me.

Hunter leaned forward, the head of his cock pushed against me hard, looking for a moment of weakness to invade my body, and he found a way inside.

The head of his cock is more significant than most, and it made an audible popping noise when it slipped past my opening.

I involuntarily squirmed forward to escape the pressure and pain of his entry, only to be pulled back to his groin by his large, powerful hands.

I groaned as his cock pushed into me, and my internal organs were being rearranged to allow the intruder to satisfy its needs inside of my belly.

I felt a new level of fullness and pressure from his cock, more than the other lovers ever achieved in me.

And then his cock withdrew almost entirely out of me, leaving behind an empty feeling of looming, but not for long.

Hunter, feeling I was adjusted, slid forward with gusto jilting his sword into my scabbard, then leaning into me to make sure all of his cock was inside of me. Then he swiftly pulled back and plunged ahead again.

Hunter began a rhythmic thrusting and withdrawing that would have been in tune with Eric Prydz's Call on Me.

Right now, I had my fingers wrapped into the fitted sheet, pushing backward into Hunter's thrusts to prevent me from hitting my head on the headboard when I realized I was getting fucked hard by Hunter, something I had wished for.

I imagined this happening every time I masturbated. Hunter filling me with his cock and creampieing me with his seed. My imagination just never required actual effort to stay in bed. I have never been fucked this thoroughly before; gawd, this guy was fucking my brains out.

Hunter repositioned himself and went deeper than before; it seemed like the head of his cock was inside my stomach. Then he squeezed and spank my ass, causing pain and pleasure.

With every thrust, I could feel myself moving towards an orgasm. I changed the angle of my hips until Hunter was hitting all the right spots and starting to rock my world. My mind was confused. It felt like I was fucking him. I tilted my hips to get more of him and that incredible sensation. My toes curled, and cum squirted from me onto the sheets.