The Fae Hunter Ch. 07

"Are you kidding," she said. Teresa wasn't slowing down or speeding up- just a slow steady pace. She undulated her hips as she rose and lowered. It was sensual and sexy. My cock, tightly sheathed in her pussy, twitched and flexed as I watched her move. "Mmmm," she moaned. "I think you like the conversation."

"Oh, yeah," I said, flexing my cock again.

"I bet you love fucking those huge tits," Teresa teased. "Your giant cock pushing between those amazing things."

"It's pretty good," I admitted, grinning up at her.

"A normal dick would get lost in those tits. But you're..." She started moving faster. "Just the right size for tits that big." She started grunting harder with each down stroke. Her pussy got even tighter around my shaft. I brought one hand up to pinch her nipple as I moved my other hand to her clit and started rubbing her.

"Fuck!" Teresa hissed. "Yes!" She collapsed on top of me, her body shaking as she came. I pushed up and slid past her cervix. The motion intensified her orgasm. "Ayyyy," she shrieked. "Fuck!"

I flipped us over so that I was on top. The motion pushed about half of my cock out of her. I pressed my hips down, forcing my cock up past her cervix again. I started pistoning in and out. My hips a blur as I pulled back and then slammed myself back in. Teresa never stopped convulsing around my cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head and with a final shriek she fainted. I slowed to a stop and rested myself on my left arm so that only my lower body weight was on her body. I still had close to nine inches of cock buried in her pussy - filling her up completely.

With my right hand I swept the hair away from her face and waited for her to wake up. Her eyes fluttered after a few moments and opened. She looked at me in awe.

"That was amazing," she said. "Oh, you're still hard."

"Mmm hmm," I agreed. "Should I invite Margery to the bed?" I asked. "I think you liked the idea of her joining us." My cock pushed a little bit further inside of her as I grew even harder.

"I can tell you do," Teresa groaned. "You want me to lick her pussy while you fuck her tits, don't you?"

"She tastes good," I said. "Almost as good as you."

"I love the way I taste," she moaned as I started fucking her again. "When you're done having fun with her huge tits, I'll get on top of her and shove my pussy onto her mouth. And start licking on her clit."

"Fuck," I said, picking up my pace.

"And then," Teresa panted as I fucked her hard. "You can shove your monster cock into her pussy. We'll sixty-nine while you fuck her. She will cum so hard." Teresa started shaking and squeaking as she came again. She was exhausted and out of breath from cumming so much.

"When she can't cum anymore," Teresa gasped through her orgasm. "You can cover us with your cum. Cover her huge tits with your cum so I can lick it all up."

With a roar I pulled out of Teresa's pussy. I was on my knees between her legs. Her pussy quivered as it lay gaped open before me. Her breasts heaved from her labored breathing. I grabbed my cock with my left hand and rubbed up and down twice before cumming. The first blast of cum arced over her body, splashing on her face and in her hair.

"Yes," she moaned, opening her mouth. The second blast started in her mouth and ended on her chin and neck. The next few spurts covered her breasts and stomach. When I finally stopped cumming, I was holding my dripping cock in my hand as I breathed hard and looked down at Teresa. She was covered from pussy to the top of her head in my cum.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," I said, admiring her cum covered body. I looked up and saw Margery in the doorway looking at us. She was wearing a nightgown that was hitched up around her waist so that she could rub her pussy while she watched us.

"Fuck," Margery mouthed.

"Oh gods," Teresa moaned, still unaware of Margery standing behind her in the doorway. She scooped up some of the cum on her and fed herself. "We need to fuck her."

"You want that, do you?" I asked, looking at Margery.

"Gods, yes," Teresa said. Margery nodded and bit her lip.

"Then get over here," I said. Teresa looked at me in confusion before realizing I was looking up and behind her. She turned her head to look back and smiled to see Margery there.

"Yes," Teresa said. "Get over here."

"Take off that gown," I ordered. Margery pulled the gown up and over her head and then dropping it to the floor.

"Come here," I told her. "Lay down on the bed." Margery, still not having said a word, silently followed my directions. "On your back." She lay down next to Teresa who had rolled over onto her side. "Kiss," I commanded them. Margery looked from me to Teresa. Teresa leaned in and kissed her gently on the lips. Margery moaned as Teresa deepened the kiss. I started caressing Margery's legs, spreading them apart.

Teresa left Margery's lips and started trailing kisses down her neck. My caresses reached high up her inner thighs. Margery spread her legs even more apart. "Look at these things," Teresa marveled once she reached Margery's mammoth breasts. She looked over at me with a wide smile and brought her head down along side Margery's tits. "They're bigger than my head," she gushed with a laugh.

"Gods," Margery cringed, embarrassed. "My tits are too big."

"No," Teresa said, reaching up to kiss her lips. "They are perfect and huge and amazing."

"Tease the nipples," I demanded of Teresa. She immediately obeyed me as I brought my fingers to Margery's pussy. As Teresa lapped and nibbled and sucked on Margery's breasts, I put first one and then two fingers inside of Margery.

"Yes," Margery moaned as we stimulated her pussy and tits. I moved my fingers around as I pushed them in and out, getting Margery's pussy ready for my cock. She was soon sopping wet and swollen with desire. I put the head of my cock against her opening and pushed. I popped inside of her. "Ayyyy," she yelled. "More!"

I grabbed Teresa's hair, pulling her head off of Margery's nipple. "Lick her clit," I told her. I shoved as much of my cock into Margery as I could. Teresa flipped around so that she was on her hands and knees over Margery's body - head to pussy. Careful to stay out of my way, Teresa lowered her head and started licking Margery's clit. Margery grabbed Teresa's hips and brought the still gaping, juicy pussy to her own mouth. Teresa moaned her appreciation into Margery's clit.

I fucked Margery harder and faster. Teresa bit on her clit and Margery came long and hard. I didn't slow down - just kept on fucking her harder and harder. Teresa pulled Margery's legs apart so much that they were perpendicular to her body. It opened her pussy up enough for me to shove another inch deeper and harder into Margery's body. With one final, violent shove I started to cum deep inside of Margery. And like a burst balloon, memories started to flood back into me.

The tracks ended at a small clearing where there was a large tent set up. It was made of a sturdy leather and had clearly been there for weeks. Sitting at a stool was a man whittling a piece of wood. I was quiet and stealthy when I wanted to be. There was no reason for him to know that I was there. It was shocking when he looked up and straight into my eyes.

"Well, fuck," he growled, tossing the whittling knife and wood to the side as he stood up. "You weren't supposed to find me."

"I wasn't?" I asked. "Do you even know who I am?"

"Yep," he said. "You're the one who's going to turn around and forget that he ever saw me."

"Look," I said. "I don't know who you think I am. And I definitely don't know you. I'm following a beast that's been killing the animals of a friend." I spread my hands apart to show my harmlessness. Added in a shrug for good measure. "I'll just follow these tracks and be on my way." I pointed to the huge wolf tracks that led towards the tent. "You're lucky it didn't attack you. They are leading right through your glade here." I took two more steps and then stopped in confusion. Between one step and another the prints had changed. From wolf to human. "What the fuck?"

"Yeah," the man said. "Not good." He shook his head in frustration. "Galen won't be happy that I killed his pet human."

"What are you talking about?" I asked. I was looking right at him when his body transformed. Growing, expanding, turning into an eight foot tall wolf like beast. A werewolf. The man's clothing shredding and tearing as he instantly outgrew them. I felt my body responding in kind. Turning and changing into my true form.

Now it was his turn to be confused and uncertain. He growled and took a step back. I gave him my widest smile, teeth glimmering. Finally free of the confinement of the human form, I was also acutely aware of my hunger. I hadn't eaten in months, if not years.

"I didn't know," the fae hound growled through his wolf muzzle. He shook his head from side to side. "I will leave. I will..." I charged him, eager for his blood.

It was a quick fight. I wasn't in the mood to play. He anticipated my first attack, but I was too quick and strong. I raked his muscles with my nails, tearing the tendons in his arms, making them useless. I tore into his body, ravaging it. Blood and flesh flying around in all directions. I latched onto his neck, drinking and drinking. His blood. His essence. His magic. When I was done, his head popped off his torso. I was sated.

I could feel the glamour gathering strength, pushing its way back into me. It crushed me back down into human form, stripping me of my memories, of my personality.

I pulled my cock out of my slave. Her body had serviced me well. I was pleased with her performance. I glanced at my familiar. She was watching me, eyeing me carefully. She had sensed the change in me. I grinned at her. She was a pleasant surprise. She had a deep and strong reservoir. Truly a perfect familiar. It was important to fill her up, store her up as full as she could get.

I looked back down at my slave. As humans were want to do, she was insensate after the masterful fucking I had given her. Her body splayed open before me. Her huge breasts flopped over to each side of her. Some of my catalyst was dripping out of her pussy. It was sliding along her perineum and pooling in her anus.

"Come," I told my familiar. "Eat of my essence. Grow strong and fill of me." I gestured toward the quivering pussy.

"Mikal?" she questioned. I had a flash of anger that she dare address me with such familiarity, but she obeyed me nonetheless, so I allowed her indiscretion to pass. She dug her tongue in the slave's anus, gathering up and swallowing the precious catalyst that had dripped there before dragging her tongue up the perineum and latching her mouth against the slave's pussy. She sucked and swallowed my essence, growing strong from the catalyst.

I edged around, enjoying the view until I was looking down at the face of the slave who had pleasured me so well. She had woken up and was looking up at me as she gripped the head of my familiar, holding her face firmly against her pussy. She was shaking and moaning through another orgasm.

"You have done well," I told her. "You may clean me." I flopped my cock across her face.

I woke up feeling both hung over and completely revitalized. A dichotomy that was confusing to both mind and body. I was laying on my back with a body curled up against each side. Two bodies? I turned my head to the left and saw Margery sleeping. She looked happy and content in her sleep, a small smile playing across her face. She was pressed tightly against me, one leg draped over mine. She was clearly as naked as I was. I turned to the other direction and into the wide awake eyes of Teresa. She smiled slowly, almost shyly at me.

"You're back," she said.

"I'm awake," I agreed quietly, not wanting to wake up Margery. "Good morning."

"How are you today?" she asked just as quietly. She was watching my expressions acutely.

I looked from her to Margery and back again. I grinned. "On top of the world," I whispered. "Like a very lucky man."

Margery insisted on both riding me to an orgasm and making us breakfast before we were allowed to leave. Teresa, enamored with Margery's huge tits, mauled and sucked on Margery. Marveling again and again at the size of each breast. She insisted that Margery not wear a shirt while cooking breakfast so that she could look and admire them. Margery, blushing, did as requested. Their kiss, when we finally left the farmhouse, was more searing and charged than the kiss Margery and I shared.

"I didn't know you were so into women," I teased Teresa as we marched toward town.

"I'm not," Teresa admitted. "But Margery is different."

"Is she?" I asked. There was a tone that Teresa had that made her words have more weight than I would normally attribute to them. I had been teasing. Teresa was serious. "Different how?"

"We three are connected," Teresa said after thinking about it for a few minutes. "She is bonded to us. It's different than the bond between you and me. More like..." she drifted into silence. I looked over at her. At first I thought she was trying to find a word that she couldn't quite remember. But when I looked at her, I realized she had the word. She was just uncomfortable using it.

"She is our slave," I said. The thoughts I had the night before flashing back to me.

"No," Teresa denied but without conviction.

"I think there is a special meaning to the word," I said. "Beyond the normal human term."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night my vampire self came out again."

"I know," Teresa said. "I sensed it." She shuddered.

"You were scared," I said, stopping in my tracks. "You should be. I-"

"I wasn't scared," Teresa interrupted me. She was looking down at the ground, blushing. Embarrassed.

"I get it," I said. "You need to be far away from me."

"I wasn't scared," she said louder. Finally, she looked up at me. Our eyes met. "I was turned on."

"What?"

"You were powerful. Commanding. Masterful." She squirmed, rubbing her inner thighs together. "I wasn't scared."

I laughed and stepped up close to her. I grabbed the back of her neck and tilted her head so that we could still look into each other's eyes. "You like me masterful? Commanding?"

She gasped and nodded. I let go suddenly, roughly and she stumbled back away from me.

"Good to know," I mused, smiling at her.

"Bastard," she gasped. Her eyes were shining. Even through her clothes I could smell the arousal of her pussy. "I want you."

"Later," I promised. I walked by her. I paused and slapped her ass hard. She stumbled again, moaning. "Later woman. We have to get to town."

"What did you mean?" Teresa asked after we started walking again and had calmed down sexually. "About slave meaning something else."

"You are my familiar," I said. "I don't know what that means. But I was thinking..." I paused, trying to remember. I sighed. "Something about feeding you more of my...cum?" I shook my head. "Maybe?"

"That makes sense," Teresa agreed. "I can feel myself become more powerful the more of your cum I consume."

"Yeah, maybe," I said doubtfully. "But I think I used a different word." We walked a little further on.

"And I used the term slave for Margery," I said finally. "And like familiar it had a special meaning."

"What?"

"I don't know," I said, frustrated. "I don't remember."

Teresa laid a hand on my shoulder. "It's okay," she said soothingly. "It's okay. We'll figure it out."