The Fae Hunter Ch. 07

I opened my eyes. The morning sky was lighting up with pre-dawn grey. Thick clouds were overhead, promising a storm. With consciousness came an awareness that Teresa was not well. She was in my mind. A kernel of sentience residing in a corner of my head. When she was aroused, I knew it. When she was cumming, I felt it. When she was hurt, I sensed it. I turned on to my side and looked directly where I knew she would be. Sitting nearby, hunched over herself and shivering. I sat up, looking to her with concern. With my movements, she looked over at me.

"Oh gods," she cried and launched herself at me. I enveloped her in my arms as she crashed into me. She knocked me on my back, laying on my front and burying her face into my chest.

"It's okay now," I said, holding her tight to me. "It wasn't real. It was just in your dream."

"But," she said, raising her head high enough to look me in the face. "It was really him. In my dreams. It was really the vampire." It wasn't a question.

"Yes," I answered her anyway. "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault," she mumbled into my skin, face plastered into my chest again.

"You should have woken me," I said.

"I tried," Teresa admitted. "But you wouldn't wake up."

"Damn," I said. "The fucker."

Teresa was nestling against my body. I tried to will away the erection that was forming, but her breasts caressed my skin. Her nipples, hardening, scraped against me. The heat from her pussy was pressed against me. I tried to ignore it all and give comfort. She reached down and grabbed my cock with her hand.

"Sorry," I said as my cock became fully hard in her hand. "Ignore it."

Teresa rubbed my head along her pussy lips before pressing it against her clit. Her breath hitched and she gave a small moan. "I need the comfort," she whispered. "Please can I have you in me?"

"Of course," I panted. "Whatever you need."

She lined up my cock with her cunt and pressed down. There was a momentary resistance before my head popped into her. I tried not to move, allowing her to set the pace she needed. My dick twitched involuntarily. "Yes," she sighed. Teresa pushed back onto my cock, allowing a few more inches to sink into her body. She kept on moving backwards, allowing more and more of my cock to sink into her. Until I pressed up against her cervix. "Yes," she said again. "So full."

"Your pussy is so tight around me," I moaned, trying desperately not to move.

"Can we stay like this?" she asked. "Just for a minute."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Yeah," I hissed. "Fuck."

*****

She was not stealthy. Whoever was coming. I heard her even over my cleaning. My new house had been left unoccupied for over a year. Dust, dirt, insects, and rodents had claimed the small house. I was in the process of taking it back from the pests for human habitability. I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing the floor when I heard her approach.

"Hello," she called out. She had wisely stayed clear of the door. My guess was that she had stopped at the edge of what had once been a garden area. "Anyone home?"

I dropped my cleaning rag and stood up, stretching my back briefly. I could be on a hunt for days. I could be in a battle for hours. But bending over and scrubbing was what hurt. I shook my head and smiled quickly to myself. Either that or I just didn't like cleaning.

"Hello?" she called out a second time.

I stalked over to the open doorway (open because I hadn't replaced the door yet) and looked out. The woman was standing exactly where I expected, on the edge of the garden patch. She was about six inches over five feet in height. Apart from large voluptuous breasts, it was hard to tell what her body looked like underneath the heavy, formless farming clothes she wore. In one hand she held a large, wooden staff that could be used to either help her walk through the woods or to beat off varmints. In the other hand was a large pie. The smell of minced meats and vegetables reached across the thirty feet to my nose. It smelled delicious.

"Yes," I said. I winced, hearing the unintended tone of my voice. The house was much worse than I had been told and I was not happy about it. But that wasn't her fault. On top of that my throat was raspy and scratchy from the dirt and dust that I had been cleaning all day. I cleared my throat. "Sorry," I said. "Come on in." I waved her forward. "If you want to dare the dirt and rats."

"A little dirt never scared me," she replied with a smile, walking toward me. "I'm Margery."

"Margery," I said, holding my hand to shake hers. "Mikal." I saw the dirt and grime on my hand and grimaced and pulled the hand back. "You don't want to shake that," I said self-deprecatingly.

"Can't anyway," she retorted with a small laugh, lifting up both filled hands. "I brought you a welcome pie," Margery continued, leaving that hand up and lowering the hand with the staff in it.

"Thank you." I took the pie from her and leaned down to smell it. "Smells amazing," I told her.

She smiled up at me. She was not a beautiful woman. Her features were plain and large and honest. I smiled back warmly. She was attractive in a no nonsense, working woman way. "Best way to welcome neighbors," she said.

"Neighbors?" I asked. I had scouted around the cabin. There was no home anywhere nearby.

"Well," she shrugged. "I have the farm just outside the forest. Closest thing to a neighbor for either of us."

"On the way into town? House on the right?"

"That's the one," she agreed.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked. I looked around but there was nowhere for her to sit. "Sorry," I said. "I haven't any chairs yet." I put the pie on the window sill.

"You do have your work cut out for you, don't you?" she asked, peering around the front room of the cabin. She put her staff down. "Well, I have an hour or so before I have to get back. Let me help."

I offered to walk her home that evening, but Margery insisted that she could make it back on her own. I followed her anyway just to make sure she was okay. She never realized I was there.

For the next few months we got to know each other slowly. She sussed out that I was alone and not the new lumberjack. I found out that she had lost her husband the previous winter. They hadn't gotten around to children yet, so she was all alone.

On the few times I went into town, I would stop by her ranch house and see if there was anything she needed in town. On my way back she would insist that I stay for dinner. She was friendly, open, and kind. Three months after our first meeting she showed up at my door.

"Mikal," she called, out of breath from rushing to my house. There was blood on her clothes.

I led her to one of the chairs I had made and sat her down. I squatted down beside her in concern. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes," she waved my worry away. "I'm fine. Something is killing my animals. It came again last night." She looked at the blood all over her shirt and skirt. "My dog raced to the chicken pen, barking and growling. And there was nothing. Silence. When I went out there this morning, I found him torn apart." Margery shook her head in dismay. "It was horrible."

"I'm sorry," I told her. She was attached to her dog. Really to all the animals on her farm. But her dog had given her companionship. I squeezed her leg in sympathy.

"Thanks," she said, putting her hand on mine. "Do you think you could hunt down this creature. Kill it."

"It's probably a pack of wolves," I mused. "Could be a bear, I suppose."

"I can pay you," she said.

"Of course not," I said. She started to argue with me, but I talked over her. "You can make me dinner once a week for a month." I smiled at her gently. She smiled back hesitantly. I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Don't worry. I will take care of it."

I found the tracks on the outskirts of the forest. It was only one animal. And it was big. As big as a bear. But the prints of a wolf. Wolves were almost always in packs. To find just one was unusual. To find one that probably weighed three to four hundred pounds was freakish. I told Margery to get to her house and lock herself in. Once I was satisfied that she was safely on her way home, I went back to hunt down the massive creature hunting Margery's animals.

The huge wolf tracks led back into the forest. I settled my brain, calming myself down. Putting myself into the shoes, paws, of the monster. It was alone and bored. It was guarding something but wasn't happy about it. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at my fanciful imagination as I followed the tracks.

I finally got back to Margery's house sore, tired, physically and mentally exhausted. My whole body felt pummeled and beaten. I knocked on the front door. No response. I tried the door. It was locked. I paused and looked speculatively at the door. It didn't feel right to break in. "Margery," I called out. No response. I decided to go around to the back. Maybe she was back there or could hear me if I knocked on the back door. I came around the corner and stopped. I had found her.

She was taking an outdoor shower. She had her eyes closed as she was finishing rinsing her hair. Her body was much more attractive than I had assumed. She worked hard on the farm and it showed on her body. Strong and muscular with little fat. She was not a slim woman, being thick boned and stocky. But it was muscle, not fat, that bulked her out. The two places that stored her fat were her breasts. Each one was nearly the size of my head. I had, of course, noticed how her breasts overfilled any shirt she wore, but now that she was naked, I saw them in all their glory. They were huge and drooped with their weight. Nipples, looking small and insignificant on her mammoth mammary glands, started to grow tight and hard as I stared.

I brought my gaze up to Margery's face. Her eyes were now open and staring back at me. I knew I should turn around or at least look away, but I was mesmerized by her toned, thick body. I ate up her image as she stood there looking back at me. Thick, stocky legs were parted just enough so that I could see her pussy. She had a healthy bush hiding her lips. She started to wash the hair as I stood there watching her. Her fingers parted the hair to clean the pussy itself. I started to grow hard. I looked back up and found her staring hungrily back at me.

"You're back," she whispered. "I'm glad you're safe." She stopped washing as the water trickled to an end. "I was worried about you."

"Sorry for coming back here," I said, striding over to her. "I knocked on the front door."

"I'm glad you did," she stood tall and unashamed. I was now close to her. She smiled and reached for a towel. "I was worried about you. I'm so glad you're safe."

I stepped closer. The warmth of her flesh. The life in her eyes. They drew me in. I smelled her fresh, clean skin. The arousal from her pussy. Only inches separated our bodies. I looked down at her hungrily, needy. She dropped the towel.

Margery reached up a hand and traced my cheek with her fingers. "You look so tired. Were you injured? Was it just one huge wolf?"

Huge slathering fangs coming at me. I stepped back and away. Claws came tearing at me and I dropped to the ground to avoid them. Rolling and rolling away before leaping back to my feet. A monster stood before me. Intelligent, beady eyes behind a wolf like muzzle. But with teeth no normal creature had ever owned. It towered over me on its two hind legs.

"One huge wolf," I murmured. I breathed in the scent of the woman in front of me. I was starving. But not for food. No, I had eaten already. I needed something else. I grabbed her hair and kissed her roughly. She moaned into my mouth.

Margery stumbled back when I let her go abruptly.

"No," I said. "It wasn't one huge wolf."

"It was a pack then?" she asked. She grabbed my hand. "Come into the house." She led me through the back door, leaving the towel forgotten on the ground behind us. A pack of wolves snarling and howling and attacking me. Surrounding me. Biting and yipping, trying to take me down as if I were their prey. I fought back viciously.

"A pack of wolves," I said.

"Are you sure you're okay," she looked worriedly up at me.

"I need," I said. I was exhausted. Confused. Hungry.

"What do you need?" Margery asked, gently leading me to her couch and pressing me down so that I would sit down. "Food? Water? A bath?"

"You," I said.

"Me," she laughed her surprise. "I think we will have to wait on that for later," she promised, looking me over critically. "I don't think you're up for me. I've been hoping for you to want me for a while. I want it to be good." She knelt down between my legs and looked up at me in true concern. "Rest, eat..." she started to say.

Rich, deep red blood filled with iron coated my throat. Covered my face. I had torn through the neck and washed myself in the gushing blood, drinking my fill. It had been so long since I had truly eaten. I was desperate and violent in my feeding.

I grabbed Margery's throat in my hand. Long razor-sharp fingernails, like mini blades, cut through the flesh. Blood spurting. My fingernails were normal. I stared down at her, now silent and watching me with big eyes. She was scared and turned on and confused and excited. She wasn't sure if this was a sex game or real danger and her pussy gushed and swelled in arousal. The intoxicating smell was instantly in the air.

I stood up, forcing her to stand as I never let go of her throat. She whimpered slightly. A moan of pent up desire that escaped from her lips. I let go. Before she could react, I swooped her up and over my shoulder. Her head dangled behind me, her ass near my face.

"Mikal," Margery shrieked her surprise. With one flailing arm she slapped at my butt. "What are you doing?"

I held her firmly so that she wouldn't squirm and fall off my shoulder. Wetness from her pussy soaked my shirt. "Oh gods," she yelped as I strode quickly to her bedroom. "Ayyy," she yelled and laughed as I tossed her on the bed.

"Stay," I commanded sternly. Her eyes were large, round, and excited as I tore my clothes off.

"Oh my gods," she whimpered, catching sight of my cock for the first time. "That's too big." I was rampantly hard, jutting outward angrily.

My brain was a blur, confused. But I could smell that her need matched my own. Thoughts were jumbled and mixed. The iron in my mouth intoxicated me, impaired my ability to think coherently. I could hear her heart beating quickly, her breath fluttering. I pushed her legs apart unceremoniously. With one hand I pressed firmly into her stomach, holding her in place. My other hand guided my cock head to the entrance of her pussy.

"It's too big," she whimpered. I smacked the head of my cock against her wet lips and she groaned in excited pleasure. I lined up and pushed myself into her. "Fuck," she screamed, trying to twist away from me. But my hand on her stomach held her in place. "Ughh," she grunted as I pushed firmly against her stomach with the palm of my hand. I let the head of my cock rest just inside of her pussy for a few moments. Margery was breathing rapidly, almost hyperventilating.

"So big," she moaned.

I grabbed her hips and shoved three inches of my cock inside of her. Margery wailed. I pulled back and then shoved in four inches. "FUUCKKKKK," she screamed at the top of her lungs. I pulled back and pushed in all the way to her cervix. Margery started an incoherent chant of "fuck, fuck, fuck" as I pounded into her body. Each time that I shoved forward I hit her cervix and the "fuck" screeched out a little louder and a little higher in tone. I fucked her hard and fast. I didn't have the understanding or wherewithal to fuck her with finesse. It was aggressive and animalistic. I had just enough willpower to stop myself from forcing my way past her cervix. I held on to the one idea of stopping my cock as soon as I bumped up against her cervix. My hips were a blur as I moved in and out.

I grabbed the top of the bed for leverage as I fucked Margery faster and harder. Her pussy rippled and contracted around my shaft as she wailed her orgasm. Her legs which had ended up in the air with her feet to the sky, flopped down onto the bed, spread wide to either side of me. She squirted her juices all over both of our bodies. A literal pool of liquid collected under her ass. I kept on fucking her. I pulled my head back enough to look at her face.

Margery's eyes were half closed and out of focus. She was gasping and moaning and drool was dripping from the side of her mouth. I started to fuck her faster and harder. Her orgasm didn't let up - one rolled into a second which rolled into a third and fourth. Finally her body gave out and she passed out. Her entire body was limp and unconscious under me. I kept fucking her. Even unconscious, her pussy convulsed in orgasm, gripping and clasping my cock.

I pulled out and with an animal roar I grabbed my cock and aimed it at her huge, floppy breasts. Spurt after spurt of cum coated her chest. I grunted and groaned through my own orgasm that never wanted to end. I collapsed next to her inert body and lost consciousness as well.

*****

"You know," I said. "I think I fought a werewolf before our encounter with them the other day." After a slow, intimate love making Teresa and I had packed up and continued our traveling toward Rhineville. It was nearing evening. We had traveled quickly and quietly. A companionable silence that was comforting and yet somehow also stimulating. My thoughts raced but I had felt no need to share them. Teresa had been equally content with the quiet between us.

"You think?" she asked with a smile. She cocked an amused eyebrow at me is mild disbelief. "How could you not know for sure? They were pretty memorable."

I nodded in agreement. Thinking back on my fight with the wolves. With the wolf. With the werewolf? Images kept sliding away. My head started to hurt. I left it alone.

The day passed quickly. That night, after dinner, we sat next to each other staring into the fire.

"I have a neighbor," I said.

"In Rhineville?"

I nodded. "She had a problem with a pack of wolves. I cleared it up for her." I didn't say anything more. We sat there in silence, looking at the fire. "Except," I said finally. "I don't think it was a pack of wolves."

"Werewolves?" Teresa asked.

"Just one," I said. My head started pounding. Sharp pain flaring along my temples. I stripped my blood soaked clothes before entering my house. I was on autopilot, drunk on the blood that had finally sated an appetite I didn't even know I had. My stomach was comfortably full. But even more full was the part of me that hungered for life forces. I grabbed two buckets of water and started cleaning the blood off my body. The creature whose blood covered every part of my body had had a life force that completely satisfied me. Sex, I realized, was a poor substitute.

"I killed it and drank up its life force."

"Like the werewolves we fought?" Teresa didn't find my revelation very startling. I sensed her looking at me in confusion.

"No," I said through gritted teeth. My head pounded.

"Are you okay?"

"My head," I groaned. The dim firelight was creating cascading waves of pain, so I closed my eyes, trying to fight it. Teresa was there behind me. Her breasts pressed into my back. Her arms wrapped around me. Hands coming up to gently caress my temples and forehead. The blood in her neck was inches from my teeth. The Heart, Drak's Heart, seared open.

The human female was rich in life force. And in magic. It was time to feed. And she would be a tasty meal. I stood up and turned to look down at her. My sudden movement made her fall back on her ass. She stared up at me in startlement.