The fact that some couldn’t return for seconds because their pussies were torn to shit by the monster is a different story altogether. So even though her scent eluded me on the first leg of my ride and my hackles were starting to rise, I didn’t let it bother me I still have more than enough time to find, conquer and mount; no biggie.
Actually that’s a lie. With my luck she might be the first to deny me, and she’s the only one that actually matters. If she makes me work too hard to get inside her things can go way south real fucking fast. That thought was damn near sobering and I felt the first sting of unease.
I tried not to think of my ancestors who’d failed at claiming their mate and the fate they’d faced. It had only happened twice, but both times the results were disastrous. The kind of shit that the elders still whisper about and mothers use as cautionary tales of horror. It’s amazing that after all these years of not letting my dick rule me when so many others around me had that the shit might be my downfall.
I wasn’t about to fail though, so no worries. I flew by the other traffic on the road on my specialized Ducati, grinning as I imagined the phone calls being placed to the authorities about the strange phenomena they’d witnessed.
It’s the equivalent of playing with my food. I still do love messing with humans on occasion and one of the ways I do that is by going blazingly fast on my special bike. I could run, or fly faster, but I needed the feel of the bike under me, the power of the engine helped to keep me centered.
I finally picked up her scent again and it didn’t register in my head that she’d been able to hide from me until now. She was on the edge of town, way on the other side from where my home is at least a good half an hour away. I picked up speed, was seconds away from her when I came up short and almost wiped out.
“Fuck me no!” She’s not human but something far-far worst. “What the fuck she’s fae?” That can’t be. I felt the cold finger of dread slide down my spine as I stopped my bike in the woods outside the place where her scent had led me. My mind was going from one place to the next as I tried to make sense of what had to be a mistake. Somebody had fucked up, there’s no other explanation for this shit. But even as I thought it I knew I was only kidding myself. We don’t make these kind of mistakes.
Why is fate fucking with me? I inhaled deeply of her scent and knew that this was a place where she spent a lot of time. Her aroma was very strong here. My last hope after accepting that there was going to be a battle ahead in the coming days was that she was anything but nymph.
My senses only allowed me to capture the fae in her, but there was something else, some hint of something else mixed in with the musky bouquet. My heart thundered in my chest at the implications.
I left my bike lying on its side in the damp leaves of the dank forest and moved towards the edge letting my senses guide me before moving deeper into the thick foliage of the forest.
I sensed more bodies but they were of no interest to me now. The closer I got to her the stronger the pull became until my incisors were damn near cutting into my lip and my cock was about to bust through the leather of my pants. I came to a stop once I was well hidden from view of anyone and anything except the animals that had gone deathly still at my presence, as if I couldn’t sense them there. When will they learn.
A buck went barreling through the trees at break neck speed and the hares started nattering to each other in complaint. “Calm the fuck down, I’m not here for you.” When they didn’t stop their shit I listened in closely to what they were saying to one another. “Oh?”
It seems they were here to protect her…from me. I smiled for the first time since I realized that she was something other than what I expected. I do love a nice little skirmish. I felt the and scented the red fox as it crept up behind me while I stood in place.
“Seriously, you chose today to die? Didn’t I say I wasn’t here for you?” He stopped dead in his tracks just a few feet away from me. I didn’t turn to look at him, I didn’t need to; I could see him well enough in my mind. He was a brave little thing though since he bent my ear with why I shouldn’t be here.