The Futa Ring Ch. 05: Night Magic

Quickly I put on my shirt and cracked the door open, wondering if some poor soul lost in the dark woods had chanced upon us. Somehow I didn't expect a monster would bother to knock.

"Ali!" Diana hissed, snatching up her clothes and dressing hastily.

I was wrong. It was a monster. "Eloise," I said, trying (and no doubt failing) to mask my irritation.

She was dressed like a 1930s vampire countess might dress, in a dark velvet cloak that only emphasised the paleness of her moonlit skin. Her enchanting eyes looked past me, meeting the curious gaze of Diana behind me.

"Two foolish girls playing with magic by moonlight," she murmured. "May I come in?"

I would have said no, not wanting to share my prey with this superior predator, but Diana was already under the spell of Eloise's beauty. "Of course! And quickly! It's freezing out there."

With a sigh of resignation, I opened the door just wide enough, and just long enough, for Eloise to slip inside. "Thank you," she said, kissing my cheek just by the jawline, affectionate yet menacing.

"You guys know each other?" Diana asked, watching us with a quizzical expression.

"We share a house," I said, trying not to sound too sour. I had - and have - nothing against Eloise, but I couldn't help feeling she was invading my territory. "Diana, Eloise. Eloise, Diana."

"What an exquisite creature," Eloise said, her whole attention on Diana. The latter blushed so deeply I worried she might spontaneously combust - and blushed deeper still as Eloise let her cloak fall about her feet, revealing the feminine perfection of a nude marble goddess.

Eloise pressed herself against her prey, her fingers catching Diana's shirt and easing it up. "Let us see you in your entirety," she whispered, and Diana lifted her arms to aid the removal. The moment her mouth was revealed again, her eyes still covered and her arms entangled, Eloise kissed her, cool ancient lips pressed against hot youth.

Slowly but surely, Eloise stripped her, all the while kissing her mouth, her cheeks, her neck - especially her neck - her mouth again, and Diana melted under the assault, moaning softly with surprised pleasure and a yearning for more. She cried out as a cool mouth descended on her breasts, kissing circles about her nipples.

I dared do nothing to interfere. I watched spellbound, seeing what Diana could not, the sharp vampiric fangs that were poised at every moment, a hair's breadth from penetrating the hot flesh beneath. Even before those undead fingers slipped beneath the enchanted knickers to explore that most intimate treasure, Diana was in ecstasy. It took barely a touch to push her all the way.

"Ohh!" she cried, and would have fallen had Eloise not held her. "Ohh!" she cried again, her arms wrapped about her impossible lover. "Ohh!" she cried - and all the while, Eloise's mouth was at her neck, fangs plunged deep.

*

Eloise picked up the book on night magic and thumbed through it idly for a few minutes. "There's a reason I confiscated this," she said. "All magic has hidden dangers, even night magic. Cast the same spell more than once, and it can take on a life of its own. Wear enchanted underwear for long enough, and the transformation may never be undone."

I frowned. "The book says nothing about that."

"The witch who wrote it didn't know - not until it was too late, anyway."

"What happened to her?" Diana asked.

"She liked to transform herself into an oak tree, a young one, to commune with the spirits of the forest, but at night the great trees sleep and she grew determined to greet the dawn and experience the great awakening. And she did."

"That's so beautiful... And she remained an oak tree forever?"

"Perhaps not forever, but an oak she is still, her branches casting a protective shadow over the hut she once worked her magic in."

Diana's eyes widened. "My nan? The tree outside is my nan?"

Eloise nodded. "So keep those knickers on at your peril..."

Gracing me with a flicker of amusement, Eloise stood and wrapped her cloak about her. "Farewell, my foolish friends," she said, and let herself out, vanishing into the dark even before the door swung closed.

Diana blinked and looked around herself with a confused expression. "Sorry. I fell asleep - I think. I just had the strangest dream." She scratched idly at the fading bruise on her neck. "There was a woman... a vampire..." She snorted, and shook her head to clear it. "Too much talk of monsters, I guess."

"You know," I said carefully. "Maybe you could keep those knickers on for a day or two."

"I guess," she said. "Maybe I'll have more luck with girls."

"With that body? I don't doubt it..."