St Johns Eve

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based on a real, living or dead, person; this story will include explicit scenes of sex between teenagers under age of eighteen and mild scenes of violence of unnatural nature; if those topic disturb you, please do not read any further

From author : thanks for all the feedback I got, regarding the previous installment. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter even more. Careful reader brought to my attention two errors caused by the fact that I'm not a native English speaker. While describing Michal's grandma I used word 'thick' instead of 'plump'. Also instead of 'tight-ass', Damian should call Michal 'a stiff'. I am extremely grateful for those hints, as they help me to use English language better.

PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: Michal is a 17 year old boy from Poland, who decides to spend first month of summer at his grandparents house. After reuniting with Damian, his childhood friend and encountering his new enemy, Lukasz, he takes part in a village festival. While looking for a fake Fern Flower he is separated from his friends and finds the actual legendary flower. Once he picks it up, a strange light engulfs him...

King of the Forest

Do you know how does it feel to be in heaven? Me neither, as I feel clearly and completely alive. I don't remember much from the last night, but I can feel my own heartbeat and a need to breathe. I even feel something more. Something, that made me mention heaven in the first place. As I open my eyes, I can see something moving under the duvet at level with my crotch, and oh Sweet Jesus on a Stick! Whoever it is, they are doing excellent job on my cock! I'm not even curious about who they might be. The windows are shut from the inside and I doubt anybody could just pass my grandma, walk into the room and start sucking my dick. How do I know it's not her? Because it would be fucking gross, and also the one that is working hard on my rod has skin smooth as a baby. I can feel it, when their cheeks are touching my thighs. Certainly, I could rise the duvet and discover the identity of my benefactor, but being a major horndog, I can't care less. I place my hands under my head and enjoy display of impressing blowjob skills. It's certainly not their first time, as they efficiently balance time which their wiggly tongue spends on circling the head of my cock and on fondling my balls. They also seem to be deprived of any gag reflex as my shaft repeatedly sinks into their warm, moist and velvety throat, and their pert nose digs into my pubic mound. Although in general I can last at least 20 minutes before cumming, this time I'm already getting close. As I'm tensing my body in expectation of climax, I am suddenly bewildered by something emerging from underneath the duvet on the other side of the bed. I'm slightly put out of my stride, as the thing before my eyes bears striking resemblance to a rat's tail!

However I'm not going to discriminate such a virtuoso just because they happen to have a tail. I once again manage to relax and enjoy wonderful feelings. The mysterious miracle-worker is now bobbing their head up and down on my rod, pressing my head to his palate with his tongue and adding some suction. This sets me into the right tune as my arousal starts rising once again. My body tenses, I clench my fists on the bedsheets and start to wriggle my toes involuntarily, as they take their mouth off of my shaft and lick entire length of my member, from balls up to the head and once again engulf it in their mouth as a wave of an awesome orgasm washes over me. Not a single drop of my cum spills out, something new to me, as Jan, my ex, always used to spit it out.

For a few seconds I find it hard to breathe. But as afterglow fades away, my reason comes back. Who the fuck was in my bed? How the fuck did they get there? And why the fuck did they have a tail? Those are the most important questions at hand. The answer presents itself as my guest crawls up and his head bobs up from beneath the covers. To call it strange would be an understatement. His hair are strawberry blond, but with green strands here and there. While his left eye is blue as a sky, the right one is juicy green, but what they both have in common, is charming mischievous glare. His ears have pointed tips and when he smiles at me, I can see that his fangs are a bit longer than those of a human. I mean too long for a human. Because besides those weird features he looks like an average boy of my age. His skin is pale, smooth and his face and arms are covered in freckles.

'Wh- who are you? Do you understand me?' - I ask in whisper, mainly to break the awkward silence.

'I do, and you can understand me, because you're the one that summoned me to human dimension. I'm Rusalek.'

Summoned? Rusalek? Dimension? He may be gorgeous, but has to have at least one screw loose.

'Could you get off of me please? - I ask, as it's hard to concentrate with his warmth and weight on top of me. And god, that scent... Like a mowed grass or the air just after the storm. He smells like summer - Summoned you? What do you mean?'

'You've found the Fern Flower. By collecting it, you've formed a contract and you were granted services of a demon in order to make your wish come true.' -Rusalek replies, still on top of me.

This is ridiculous. A demon from another dimension. That's a term for a trespasser I've never heard of. However I'm deciding to put up with his bullshit for a little longer. I push him off lightly and he finally is off me. But he immediately cuddles up to me. For some reason, I can't resist him and push him away.

'So, how is sucking my dick supposed to help me to get to the university?'

'It won't, as it's not your wish. Your parents had forced it upon you.' - he replies, breathing into my ear. His hand is lightly stroking my hip and his legs are around mine.

'No, I... How can you even know that?'

'I am a demon, and your seed has given me strength. I can hear your thoughts and let you hear mine. You should have noticed we're talking without using our mouth.'

I'm about to protest, but as I open my mouth, I realise that it's dry and wasn't used for speaking since I woke up. This, my friends, is getting fucking weird.

'Demon? Demons don't exist and you are obviously human. Also, how did you get here?'

'Human? Then sit up and I'll show you something.' - he says (let me keep using this word for the sake of convenience).

I do as he says and he raises the duvet from himself, lying down on his stomach. I'm speechless.

Human or not, he is fucking gorgeous. His body is perfectly proportional, not to lean, not too muscular, just the perfect balance. The only thing unattractive about him is the tail, which appears to be authentic as it keeps twitching and moving around. Under it, there is most wonderful buttcheeks I have ever seen. God dammit, how I want to forget all my questions and motorboat this bubble butt right now!

'You may touch me - he urges me - you'll like it.'

How can I refuse such an invitation? With trembling hand I reach out and just with the tip of my fingers I trace across his thigh, the wonderful mound of his ass, and up his back, to an ornamental tattoo representing a bird with spread wings. His skin is neither like velvet nor silk. Both are not worthy of being compared with this smooth, pure and flawless texture. Neither can I. My own body isn't pretty. I look like a fucking Pinocchio. Long arms and legs, narrow chest, big feet and hands and butt that is sticking out so much, that if I bent over, people could use it as a coffee table.

'Okay, you're a bit unusual, but not really. There are rare cases of people born with vestigial tails. Twenty three since 19th century to be exact. Yours just wasn't surgically removed.' - I say, feeling kind of angry.

'And the tattoo?' - asks Rusalek, turning on his side too look at me. He seems really surprised with my reasonability.

'You have crazy parents that let you get it.' - I reply, trying to sound careless and unbothered by his slightly muscled chest, and flat stomach. Although he is definitely my age, he is perfectly hairless. Not trimmed, mind you. I can tell the difference. His dick is soft now, so I can't correctly estimate its' length.

When he hears me say that, something changes. He becomes dead serious and says:

• Don't dare to insult my family! We may have formed the contract, but it doesn't mean I can't make you pay for the lack of respect to the Clan of Air!

• Okay! Okay! Calm down. Sorry if I offended you somehow. So - I pause to gather my thoughts - let's pretend that you're really a demon. What is my wish according to you, and how can you help me?'

'Well - he smiles devilishly once again - your wish is to be able to be exactly who you are, isn't it? You don't want to be afraid of people discovering that you prefer men to women, do you?'

'Carry on.' - I reply, as only with such short sentence I'm able to keep my cool. Bastard was some kind of psychic. Or had a good source of intel.

'I can make any person desire you. Of course given that you'll provide me with the power.'

'And how is that done?' - I ask, already deducing an answer.

'By putting your seed in me, at least once a day. Of course, the more you do it, the more powerful I become.'

'You are fucking mental. Get out of my bed, you crook.' - I reply, dropping to the pillow. Rusalek uses it as an opportunity to get on top of me under the duvet.

'Then explain this.' - he says.

Suddenly his features become unclear. He is shapeshifting. He is fucking shapeshifting! One moment later on top of me there is slightly chubby, darkhaired man. Man, whose hazel eyes closely resemble mine. He is naked. I start screaming at the top of my lungs as I suddenly realize it's my father. As I shout for a third time, my grandma enters my room.

'What's going on, Misiu? - she asks, bending over me and looking into my eyes, clearly oblivious to what is happening - Why did you start screaming? Did you have a bad dream?'

'No grandma, I'm fine.' - I reply, my voice still trembling.

'Are you sure, love? Maybe it's a fever?' - she keeps asking, placing her warm hand on my forehead.

'No, I said I'm fine! - I say sharply - I'll get up in the minute.'

You may think I am an asshole, but bear in mind that from my point of view I have a naked doppelganger of my father lying on top of me and my grandma with her hand on my forehead.

'Alright, love. Damian called half an hour ago. I told him to come by.'

'What? But I'm not ready! - I say, suddenly feeling panicked. I can't imagine standing before him only in boxers and unshaven! - When did he say, he'll come by?'

As I say that, there is a knocking at the door.

'It must be him! Please granny, keep him busy, while I dress, ok?'

She smiles at me and leaves. Rusalek returns to his normal form and is rolling off of me, laughing. After I get up and find yesterday's clothes to wear for the time being, I say to him:

'Don't dare to come out of this room. I'll deal with you later.'

'As you wish, Master.' he says, sending me a sly grin.

Shaking my head in resignation I'm passing to another room. Damian is already clean, kempt and dressed. He turns his head to me and smiles vaguely.

'Have you had a breakfast already? - I ask scratching my stomach.

'Y-yeah - he stutters - but I can see you didn't.'

'Maybe you'll want some. I'll make my favorite one.'

'I'll see when it's ready. I'm not taking any chances.'

'You'll be begging for it.'

'My God, Michal! Where did you make such a mess of yourself?' - asks grandma loudly, looking at my t-shirt. It's covered in dirt and even torn on the side. Fuck, I liked this t-shirt.

'Sorry grandma, the party got a bit crazy.' - I reply, a bit embarrassed at being scolded in front of my friend.

'Give me this t-shirt, I'll wash it and mend it for you, honey.'

"Honey", Jesus Christ! What was I, five? I quickly take it off so that she would finally leave us alone. When she's out of the house, I open the fridge and take out few eggs, a piece of chicken breast and ketchup. Then, from the cabinet I take out a bag of instant rice. After chopping and frying chicken, I add it to the cooked rice, and mix it with ketchup. Then, I stir three eggs and fry it only on one side, then put it on a plate. I put a rice mixture on top of it and make a roll. Then I cut it in half, place one part on another plate and present it to Damian.

`Try to resist it, bitch.'

`So you can eat it all? Never!' - he answers with smile and accepts the food. Suddenly I feel bad about the Rusalek. I told him to stay put, but he was probably hungry. I excuse myself and go back to my room. God dammit, I'm gone for twenty minutes, and this fucker has already disappeared! Well, good riddance. I return to the kitchen to see Damian munching on his food.

`Holy shit, that's delicious! What is it?' - he asks with his mouth full.

`It's japanese style omelette. That's my favourite food.'

`Naah, it's good, but kebabs are so much better!'

We spend some time on arguing about food and joking around. The topic of previous night is still avoided, as my grandma is back at the house and watches tv. Once we're finished eating, it's time for me to wash myself. I urge Damian to stay with me and talk, but for some reasons he says he'd rather wait outside. He must be really shy, if he's afraid to see another guy changing...

After all, it appears he came over to take me to the lake for a swim. He can't believe when I agree immediately, as he doesn't know of my hidden agenda. I'm willing to go there to see more of his lean body. Shy or not, he would have to undress for swimming. While we walk through the village, it's finally time to catch up on last night's events. Since I woke up I had managed to remember everything to the point of picking up the flower. But instead of truth, I tell Damian that I got out of the woods by another path and decided to go home. When I ask him about himself and his friends, he says that they called out to me few times and then decided to come home. Today's visit was to either make sure if I'm still alive or inform my grandparents about my disappearance. Damian starts to apologize and tell me how sorry he is for being such a stupid asshole. I hush him, as it breaks my heart to see him so distressed. He lights up in an instant and changes the topic, visibly relieved.

`You were pretty bold yesterday, almost telling Lukasz to fuck off.' - he congratulates me.

`Oh yeah, who the fuck was that by the way? It seems that he thinks he owns the village.'

'He would like that, I'm sure. - says Damian in an amused tone - He doesn't get along very well with his daddy. I think, that acting like an asshole gives him some kind of retribution.'

'Poor little baby... Say, do I know him from somewhere? He acted like he had known me.'

'No, not really. - replies Damian after a moment's hesitation - At least not that I recall.'

'You're probably right. What kind of moron would be his friend.' - I chuckle.

'Well, he has five friends.'

'We're friends. - I smile at him, which makes him blush adorably - They are just his minions.'

Not bothering with Lukasz anymore, we joke around, until we reach the lake. Since it's almost noon, all the structures erected for the festival are already dismantled and taken away. We undress to our boxers. Seeing Damian almost naked causes me to feel ashamed of my body once again. Although skinny like me, he has small, pert ass, and hands and feet in size adequate to the rest of his body. What attracts my attention are two beauty spots of exact same shape and size, one below his left eye and one just below his left nipple. When I mention them he makes a funny face and immediately jumps head-first into the water, probably not used to being in center of somebody's attention. I quickly follow him, dive-bombing into the lake, just in time to hide my growing boner.

We splash around in water, and play catch, which gives me perfect opportunity to "accidentally" grope his ass and chest for a few times. To my surprise he doesn't really mind it, and even goes so far as to squeezing my buttcheek once, which almost makes me cum on the spot. We're swimming until our fingers and toes are wrinkled. Since we don't have towels, we decide to lay down on grass and let sun dry us off. Even when we don't speak, it feels so comfortable to be with him. I wonder, if there is a chance, that he is gay too. All the evidence seems to indicate that he is an ordinary straight guy. On the other hand, given that he lives in a small village and comes from a catholic family, he may be so far in the closet, that he can see Narnia... If only there would be a way, some kind of magical way, to read his thoughts and make sure. Maybe Rusalek could... I shrug off that thought with a smirk, and placing my chin on my arm, I stare at Damian, who is now lying on his back, with his eyes closed and a gentle smile lingering on his lips.

Just as I entertain a thought of picking up a blade of grass and tickling Damian with it, we can hear approaching footsteps. Immediately we're both on our feet. Shit, it's Lukasz and his band of bastards again. There are only three of them, the rest probably busy with helping their parents, like Damian's friends.

'Morning, faggots - shouts Lukasz - are you having a date, or something?'

'Is that a problem? Are we interrupting on your outdoor threesome?' - I snap at him.

'Watch your fucking mouth, or you'll be looking for your t-shirt in the lake!'

Terrified, I noticed that they are standing over the clothes that me and Damian threw off wherever just to get into the water faster.

'Don't dare to fucking touch those clothes!' - I shout.

'Ok, ok, so how about, I'll touch your girlfriend's? '- he asks, picking up Damian's white t-shirt, and throwing it towards the lake. Even his sidekicks seem surprised with his boldness. I don't hesitate for a second. Before T-shirt lands in the water, I run up to Lukasz and thrust my fist into his stomach. Even in pain, motherfucker manages to catch me by the arms and pull me on the ground. We roll around for dozen seconds and then he is on top of me. He bends over me and I can feel that bastard didn't brush his teeth today.

'Don't ever tell me what to do, bitch.'

I'm helpless. He lays two painful punches on my jaw and stands up.

'Now get the fuck out of here and don't ever try to get cheeky with me.'

Damian has to jump into the lake to retrieve his shirt, so his wet again. We have to dress and leave, while Lukasz and his henchmen are watching over us. This is second most humiliating experience I have ever felt.

'Sorry, they've ruined your shirt.' - I say, feeling the hint of guilt. If not for my attitude, Lukasz would throw my clothes instead of his. They are old and worn out anyway, while Damian's t-shirt appeared to be brand new.

'You couldn't help it. - he shrugs his shoulders, looking away - But try not to pick up anymore fights. Your playing hero won't do us any good.'

What can I say... He is right. Although I would prefer him to praise me, I can't even argue or be mad at him. Once he is dry, we go back to our houses, me trying to pick up conversation and him answering in monosyllables.

By the beginning of the next week, things go back to normal. To be honest for a moment I was afraid that Damian would bear a grudge against me, as I couldn't imagine his parents reaction when they saw his t-shirt in such state. Eventually it appears that whatever stains that were on it, were removed pretty easily. Lately, we hang out mainly in the afternoon, so I'm able to spend time not only with Damian but also Adam, Marcin and Tomasz. Not exactly productive in deepening mine and Damian's relationship, but I can't say it's boring. Although we play video games from time to time, we hang out a lot outside, so I'm finally able to get a bit of tan. We ride on bicycles a lot, and one evening we even go fishing (although I am the only one to come back empty handed).

I'm pretty much satisfied with my sex life as Rusalek comes back each night to blow me or give me a handjob. He says he can disappear and reappear as he pleases, but for me he is at best extremely agile and quiet when he wants to and somehow manages to sneak in and out of my room. I don't dwell on the subject, as the state of things is to my favour and I am a bit tired with those delusions of his. Finally, one night, to prove him wrong, I ask:

'So, what would I have to do, if I want you to make someone desire me?'

'Just bring me their blood.' - he answers matter-of-factly, digging his chin into my chest.

'Blood?! Are you crazy? How am I gonna get someone's blood?!'

'Well, it's not like your life depends on it. - Rusalek shrugs his shoulders - This means more of your seed is left for me.' - he smiles broadly.

'Fuck off, I'm not some vending machine! - I snap at him, but not without a smile - Could you at least explain to me, why do you need someone's blood to make them desire me?'

'Because to perform such magic I need to cast the spell on a specific person, you genius.' - he says, raising his eyebrow in a cute expression.

'So a hair should be enough, right?'

'I guess, but don't you think it would be boring?'

'Just you fucking wait, and I'll entertain you!' - I say, throwing him off me and start tickling him, delighted with smoothness of his skin and his gleeful laughter.

On the next day, I choose my prey carefully. I need an adult, unmarried person, who doesn't really have contact with my grandparents, just in case Rusalek's magic proves to be as bullshit as I suspect it is. Actually it's quite easy to spot a perfect person for my purposes. He lives in a wooden hut at the end of the village, and he is rumored to be a hunter and possess few shotguns and rifles. Supposedly, there is a collection of hunting trophies that he likes to show off, which gives me a perfect excuse to visit him.

Just as expected, I am dragged into his house just after I greet him and explain that I'd like to hear about his achievements. His name is Slawomir and he is a tall man with a noticeable potbelly. He has grizzled hair, bright blue cheerful eyes and moustache that make him look like your typical uncle. We sit in the kitchen, the only room in the house, as he shows me walls "decorated" with skulls of the animals, mostly deers. I'm a bit grossed out, but trying to play it cool and seem interested. The only thing that worries me is how am I gonna be able to concentrate on sex, with all this carcass staring at me.

Still, my resolve is unyielding. Once he leaves house to use the toilet, I go through his cabinets and find his comb and collect some hair, which I hide in a battery slot of my phone, which I emptied beforehand. I actually stay at the dinner, to listen to him a bit more, as he prooves to be a decent storyteller.

At night, I entrust my finding to Rusalek. We sit cross-legged on the bed. Rusalek cups his hands with hair inside them. He focuses for a minute and then the strangest thing happens. The hair suddenly starts levitating and bursts into flames! I swear to God, that it's exactly what happened! Rusalek lets the ash fall into his hands and warns me:

'I'm going to blow this into your eyes. Don't blink, or it won't work!'

'Let's get over with it, ok?' - I grumble and goggle my eyes. Although I expect at least a slight stinging, nothing really happens.

'There. Now he won't be able to resist you.' - he said, wiggling his tail happily. This fucking thing really gives me creeps.

'When does it wear off?' - I ask, looking for the loopholes in this suspicious "magic".

'It's active as long as they live. Of course once you've had sex with him, it also deactivates the spell.'

'And is he going to remember the whole thing?'

'Maybe as a dream. But he'll probably won't remember even that much.'

'Maybe? Probably? - I raise my eyebrows in astonishment - Do you realise, how risky it sounds?'

'Once again, this is something you want to do on your own resolution. - he says, laying back on the bed comfortably - You have to take that risk, sweetie.'

'Ok, ok. Move your ass, I want to lay down too.'

'Yes, my master.' - he says, rolling aside, so his butt is in a full view. Unable to resist such temptation, I lay down, spooning him, and cover us both with a duvet.

Next day in the morning I'm standing at his doorstep. I knock twice, part of me wishing, that he isn't home. On my way here, I didn't walk by the main road, but rather crossed through fields and meadows so no one would see me. I'm a bundle of nerves. I'm positive that yesterday I saw levitating flame, but I'm still reluctant to trust Rusalek and his tricks. But there I am, looking at the slowly opening door. As our eyes meet, the man blushes and draws a deep breath. Before I'm able to speak, he lifts me up, holding me by my butt and carries me inside his house, seating me at the top of the table. No word is spoken as he takes of f my T-shirt with a Superman logo printed over it. As we kiss, his moustache is tickling my nose. I notice it's surprisingly soft and pleasant in touch. I unbutton his camouflage jacket to reveal broad hairy chest. I fondle his big nipples with my fingers, as I'm not really up for picking out chest hair from between my teeth. Slawomir on the other hand doesn't have to worry about such thing, as my chest is hairless. Since he lacks practice, he slobbers with his tongue all over it. It still feels kind of nice an ticklish, so I'm far from stopping him.

'Let's go to bed.' - I demand in a husky voice after few minutes.

'As you wish.' - he answers, almost breathless. He carries me over to the bed, places me gently on it and stands before me. Without hesitation, I reach for the buckle of his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor. Then I yank his briefs down. This is amazing! As I glance at his face, there's no trace of disgust or a shame, just pure lust! After all Rusalek must be using some kind of magic. I should be nicer to him from now on!

Back to Slawomir. His dick is hairy but beautiful and delicious. It's not really long, but quite thick with bulbous head, that is already leaking precum. I lick my lips and get to work. After licking up his sweet nectar, I circle the head with my tongue and try to swallow the whole thing, but I soon gag. Instead of making an impossible effort, I decide to please my lover with slow, deliberate licks on the underside and head of his dick. As I place my mouth over the head, and stroke the shaft, more precum escapes from his piss slit. As I fondle it with the tip of my tongue, he snorts. He actually snorts. I chuckle, still with his dick in my mouth which pleases him even further, and causes him to leak even more.

I don't want him to cum yet, as I'm anxious to try main course for the first time in a month. Without warning him, I lay down on my stomach, rip off my own shorts (no underwear, ha!) And stick out my butt in his direction.

'Lick my ass daddy, get my boy hole wet and ready!' - I order him and he drops to his knees without slightest hesitation. He licks around my sphincter, until his big wet tongue finds the way inside me. I roll my eyes in delight.

'Spank me daddy, I've been a naughty boy!' - I moan. Obedient as always, he swats my ass four times, while still tonguefucking me. Jan used to pretend that he spanks me when we had sex. Even though he was a top, he wasn't too much of a dominant type. Slawomir spanks me for real, exactly how I like it. We are huffing and sweating. The whole room is hot and sultry. Slawomir gropes my butt and licks it as if he found the sweetest candy. He is like the ultimate rimming machine and nothing but my word can stop him.

'I'm ready for your big cock daddy. Fuck me like an animal.'

He stands up, and lays down on top of me, gently distributing his weight on the bed and on me. His belly is soft and soon I can feel his dick pressing on my anus. Since I am a seasoned bottom, he enters me quite easily, and the sting caused by penetration is quite bearable. The fullness I feel is incomparable to anything that I have ever felt. The feelings are overwhelming me, and I feel the urge to turn my head and kiss him deeply. He starts fucking me slowly, placing soft kisses on my neck and back, his tickling moustache driving me crazy. But this is merely a warm-up. The instant, when he feels comfortable in my tight ass is the moment when the real fun begins. How can I describe it? He plows me without mercy, breeds me like a wild beast, he fucks me, like there was no tomorrow. Who knew that such plump body could contain so much energy? He doesn't slow down for a minute, letting out occasional moan or snort from time to time. My dick is hard as rock, and I think Im going to be able to experience my first hands-free orgasm.

'Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum, baby!' - he moans in my ear.

'Fuck yeah, daddy, breed my ass!' - I command him. He pins me down on the bed and starts fucking me with mighty thrusts. I'm actually worried about the slapping of our bodies being audible from the outside, but only with a small part of my mind. The rest is too overloaded with pleasure and lust to care. Finally I can feel few powerful blasts of cum hitting my insides, which causes me to spill my own cum on his bed. Slawomir lets out a loud roar, then his body freezes with his rod buried in my ass all the way to his balls and then rolls off of me, momentarily falling into a deep slumber. I look at him in disappointment, as I was counting on a little cuddling after sex. But maybe that's exactly how Rusalek's magic works?

After a moment I stand up on my feet, and feel that my legs are kind of wobbly. I'm doing my best to remove my cum from the covers with the wet towel, and after I'm dressed, I leave quietly.

NIGHT; THE WOODS

Slawomir couldn't sleep that night. He slept until noon today. To his surprise, he wasn't wearing anything and there was a wet spot on the bed, when he woke up. For all the day, he had a strange feeling of relax and fulfillment, that made him somehow worried, since he had no idea as to where it was coming from. At 4 AM he decided that it was time to go into the woods. With a rifle in his hand he was walking cautiously, careful not to step on any dry stick that could reveal his position.

He wasn't really counting on shooting anything. His best years as a hunter has long passed. For him, taking a rifle in his hand and walking around the forest was like a travel in time. A ritual that gave him sense of duty and belonging. But there was something weird and ghastly about this night. It was as if a hostile, dreadful shadow was looming over him. For the first time in forty years, he was afraid of the woods.

He almost jumped, when he heard a rumble on his left side. Taking a deep breath, he ducked and looked in that direction. He muttered few curses, as his belly was getting in the way of his knees. If only he could be young again, like the boy, that visited him yesterday. He was so nice and seemed so interested in his stories. Maybe he should teach him to shoot and hunt? Pass down his legacy on someone younger, while he still could...

He focused back on the moment and tried to pierce the darkness with his eyes. The night was bright with a moonlight, but his sight wasn't as good as it was once. He had to get closer. The excitement was replacing fear and tension in his heart. He was crouching closer and closer, curious, anxious, eager to hunt down the prey. Something moved and grunted again. A bit closer to him. He released the safety lock of his rifle and crouched further. Where was it hiding? Why couldn't he see it? That was probably his last big prey. He couldn't miss it. This wasn't for sport anymore. It was a matter of his pride.

Immediately he regretted his wish, as in the light of the moon appeared a creature unknown to him. He had no idea of what could it be. The only things he knew were that it was gigantic, ancient and indescribably dangerous. From what his terrified eyes could make out he wasn't sure if he is looking at an animal or at the disguised human of formidable height. The body of the creature closely resembled that of the bear, only with bigger claws. The head was wolf-like with fangs sticking out like sabers. The monster was standing on its feet and looking at Slawomir with a pair of mesmerizing yellow eyes. After the moment of tense silence, the beast let out a loud roar, and charged at hunter, moving on all of his four paws.

When he decided to run, it was already too late. The giant paw hit his torso and ejected him in the air. The last thing he saw was a tree trunk, he was about to hit with his head.

TBC.

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