In Season

"Good morning, Gretchen, it's Hazel. Do you mind if I come in?"

"Yeah.I'm awake. Come on in." Gretchen sat up in bed and stretched out her arms as Hazel came through the door then shut it behind her.

Hazel laid a stack of clothing on the chair by the bed, then sat down on the mattress and stretched out across it with her chin resting on her hand. She looked at Hazel then raised her brow. "So, what did you and Uncle Damien get into once Rhett and I left last night? I want every gory detail"

Gretchen looked at her questioningly then last nights events slowly came back to her. She closed her eyes and sighed. "Oh, shit. Did that all actually happen? I take so much medicine at night to keep me from having nightmares that I completely forgot." Then, she slapped her hand on her forehead. "I'm such a goddamn idiot. I can't believe I did that. He must think I'm such an ass."

"You and Damien seemed to be having a moment so we wanted to give you some privacy, but from your state right now, I take it that it didn't go well."

Gretchen made a disgusted face and said, "Ugh! I don't want to talk about it, especially not with his niece."

"Oh, come on. We're all adults here. You can tell me anything. What happened?"

Gretchen blew a raspberry through her lips and then shook her head. "I kissed him."

Hazel's eyes widened and she smiled. "Oh, that's fantastic. Tell me everything from the beginning."

Gretchen shook her head no. "No, Hazel, it was terrible. I mean, not the kiss. That rocked my whole goddamn world, but I made a complete mess of everything. He wasn't into it at all."

Hazel looked a bit shocked and said, "I find that difficult to believe. He's just crazy for you, Gretchen."

"No, but he isn't though. Jesus, I really have just hit fucking rock bottom, haven't I? I can't even get the man who was stalking me to kiss me. I guess it's a good thing though, because ha ha, I'm in heat. I don't even understand, I'm not due again until the Spring. I don't know how the hell I'm going to face him."

Hazel said, "Not to worry, at least not for today. They're out on a raid and we won't probably see them until dinner or maybe not at all tonight. So, the whole day is ours."

"I know you have the twins, you don't have to spend all day with me, Hazel. I can just sit here and wallow in what an idiot I am."

"Don't worry, they're almost five now and they like to spend time with my parents and grandparents. It's a nice little break for me. I brought you some other clothes for you, as well. Unfortunately, I don't have much like this," Hazel said as she rubbed her fingers over the strap of Gretchen's red nightgown. "That's quite a sexy number. I seriously can't believe he turned all this down. Men are so stupid sometimes."

Gretchen smiled. "Tessa gave it to me. It seems that my uncles don't ever let her wear underwear, so now it's mine," said Gretchen, then she raised her brows and twisted her lips to the side. "It must only work for her though. I definitely didn't have any luck with it.

"Yes, I have the same problem as Tessa. Lycan men are very...physically needy. Rhett's destroyed every sexy piece of underwear I've ever owned."

Gretchen turned her body to face Hazel's then laid down and propped her head on her hand. "Trust me, we Lycan women are no better. Some lucky handsome fella is about to get up close and personal with my goodies for the next two weeks whether he likes it or not. I have a lot of pent up energy, if you know what I mean."

"Gretchen, I believe Uncle Damien would be more than happy to help you with that."

Gretchen rolled her eyes. "You know it doesn't help that every son of a bitch in the is kingdom is unbelievably gorgeous. I mean, what the hell is that? Is there some rule about must be this handsome to enter? Such an inventory to choose from though. It's like every dirty fantasy I've ever had came true."

Hazel chuckled then poked Gretchen's shoulder. "You better just put that out of your mind right now. Bury it deep somewhere where he won't see it, Damien won't like the competition, Gretchen. Warlock's can get quite unpleasant when they get their feelings hurt."

"Hazel, he's not interested in me like that. He made that pretty goddamn clear. He could've had me last night and he just pushed me away and told me goodnight. I'm not going to bark up that tree again. I can take a fucking hint."

Hazel groaned out a frustrated breath. "Ugh! The two of you are just so infuriating. Why can't you both just have sex and get it out of the way?"

Gretchen chuckled and shook her head. "Moving on, what's to do around here?" asked Gretchen. "Or do you just sit around princessing all day?"

Hazel shrugged. "I could give you the tour of the castle and the town below. There are a couple of vendors there that have some neat things every once in a while. We could go into the kitchen and sample the food for this evening, I do that just about everyday. That's why I have this thing right here," Hazel said as she shook her non existent belly.

"Oh, shut up. A long walk does sound nice, though."

"Lovely," Hazel said as she pushed herself off the bed and stood up. "Get yourself ready and we'll get to it."

As she walked to the door she said, "I may want to borrow that nighty, but I can't promise you'll get it back. Rhett likes to rip them off of me with his teeth like an animal. He's into role playing kinky fairy tales. That little red number will go nicely with our little red riding hood night."

"I could have gone all my life and never had to hear that, Hazel," said Gretchen as Hazel opened the door and walked out. Hazel looked back over her shoulder and said, "There's not much else to do around here other than get laid, Gretchen, I need to talk to someone about it. Get used to it."

As Hazel shut the door, Gretchen shook her head then threw herself back against the bed. "Jesus. I'm in serious shit then, aren't I?"

Gretchen closed her eyes tightly and inhaled. The warmth of her body under the blankets reactivated Damien's scent against her skin and a smile curled up on Gretchen's face. She placed her fingertips against her lips as she remembered the way they felt against his. Then, she drug her fingers down her neck and grabbed her breast in her hand as she licked her lips. Her other hand joined it's mate on her other breast and she kneaded them in her hands as her back arched and her hips writhed against the mattress. "Oh, fuck it!"

Gretchen slid her hand into her panties and rubbed her fingers in her juices. Once they were wet, she gently rubbed circles on her clit as she imagined Damien plump lips kissing her all over. "Oh, that's it. That's so Good."

Gretchen inhaled the scent of sage and lemon and remembered how the warmth of his touch radiated through her. As her clit began to pulse under her fingers, she moaned, "Such a naughty fucking warlock you are."

As the first wave of euphoria rolled out from under her fingertips, Gretchen's legs vibrated. She rubbed harder and faster while she imagined what his cock felt like buried deep inside her. "Oh, you're quite a big fella, aren't you?" she hissed. Suddenly, her legs began to shake as she cried out in silence and bit down on her lip while she finished herself off.

Gretchen's head collapsed back into the pillow and she smiled drunkenly as she recovered. "Dammit! I need to get laid real quick!"

When Hazel walked out of her bedroom, Gretchen was straightening out the hem of her sweater while she walked towards her. Hazel crossed her arms as she looked over Gretchen wearing her clothes. "You know it's not fair. You fill that sweater out so much better than me."

"Are you serious, right now? This thing is tight as hell. I'm thinking this is way too much tits for the folks around here."

Hazel gave Gretchen a sultry side smile. "I know. Good thing Damien isn't here. He wouldn't approve of this at all, no sir. You might just get a spanking if he catches you in that...if you're lucky."

Gretchen rolled her eyes then looked down over herself. "Does it look alright though?"

"Oh yes, darling. It looks sooo good." Hazel laced her arm through Gretchen's then led her through the foyer and out the front doors. She stopped at the Sentry's post and said, "We're going to the market."

The Sentry bowed his head and signaled to one of his men to follow along. As they strolled down the cobblestone path to the town below, Hazel took a deep breath as she looked around Gretchen's mind.

"So, you do feel something for Uncle Damien, don't you?"

Gretchen huffed through her nose. "I'm in heat...I don't know what the hell I'm feeling about anything right now."

"That's quite a shit answer, Gretchen."

Gretchen sighed. "Alright. Fine. It was possibly the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced. I felt it everywhere. It moved all through my body like the sun rising in the morning. But, I swear, I wish I had never known what it was like. I wish I hadn't done it, because now I know what I'm missing. I know that no one else and nothing else will ever be able to touch what I felt in that second."

Hazel stopped and pulled on Gretchen's arm until they were facing each other. "Gretchen, tell him everything you just said to me. Every single word of it. He needs to hear that. He's obssessed by you. Everything that just came out of your mouth, that's all he wants."

Gretchen shook her head. "Hazel, some things aren't meant to be. Can we just talk about something else. Anything?"

Hazel looked away in disappointment as she twisted her lips to the side. Then, she had another thought. "Have you remembered anything about the night that you...well, you know."

"No, not much. I remembered a dream I had that night. Damien was in it. He kept telling me to wake up because someone was coming for me. I didn't remember that until last night."

"That's odd, isn't it? Have you had a lot of dreams about him?"

Gretchen curled her lips under as her cheeks flushed.

Hazel's eyes widened and she pushed Gretchen with her hips. "You dirty little she-wolf! That's just filthy and disgusting. Tell me all about it."

"Let's just say not every dream I had about him was terrible." Gretchen licked her lips as she tried to catch a hint of his taste, but nothing remained.

"You know, we're not travelers. My grandfather was able to travel here from Earth's future, but none of us can travel there without help. It's just not one of our gifts. Believe me when I tell you, Gretchen, that if Damien could have, he would've come to your rescue."

"The thought of having to have someone rescue me makes me sick. You know, before I came here I could do a bit of magic. I can fight. Shift. I've been training for battle since I learned to walk. Whatever happened to me...it must've been fucking terrible."

"Everything you've been through made you tough, Gretchen. My grandfather likes that about you. He's always been a big fan of your aunt for the same reason, the way she keeps all those wolves in line and has those alphas wrapped around her little finger."

"Yeah, my Aunt Tessa makes me look like a lightweight, but trust me, it's not her finger those two are wrapped around. I don't know what kind of magic spell she used on her vagina, but those two are addicted. I'm not exaggerating when I tell you they had a threesome twice a day, everyday in addition to the slurps and sucking sounds I heard coming from their room at random times. Those motherfuckers even fight over who gets to give her a bath at night. It's the most impressive and nauseating shit I've ever seen. She's the fucking cock grandmaster. I was so happy when the baby came so they'd cut that stuff out for a minute."

Hazel bent over and cackled as she held onto Gretchen's arm for support. "Oh, stop. Please." Hazel blew out through her mouth and looked up with teary eyes as she tried to hold back her laughter. "That's hilarious, because it's so true. I don't know if it's like that for wolves, but for witches no one tells you that when you're half way through your pregnancy, your dick need goes up like a hundred times. I swear, Rhett and I never left the bedroom. I hope for your sake, that it happens for you. I don't want you to miss out on that."

Hazel led Gretchen through the market entryway then stopped at the first vendor they saw. Gretchen rummaged through a crate filled with old broken trinkets and jewelry. As her fingers touched a simple metal band caked with dirt, she gasped as a vision came into her mind. "Oh shit. Was that real?"

Hazel looked over at her then came to her side. "Is what real?"

"Touch this," Gretchen said as her fingers hovered above the ring.

Hazel touched the dirty ring and saw what Gretchen did and smiled. "Oh, that's just such a lovely story. Yes, Gretchen, it's real. It wants you to take it."

"How is it doing that?"

Hazel said to the vendor, "This one please," as she gave him a coin. "Gretchen, the ring isn't doing it, you are. These things hold the memory, but only a person can see and feel it."

"But, I'm not like you people."

"You keep saying that, Gretchen, but you've been seeing things for quite a while, haven't you? Just because it doesn't make sense to you doesn't mean it isn't important. You said yourself, you saw Damien before you even met him and here you are in his castle. Being here with us, with other people like you, it's making it stronger."

Gretchen put the ring on her finger and a feeling of happiness and warmth spread through her. "It's happy now."

"Of course it is. It's been waiting for you to come along for centuries."

Gretchen's eyes teared over as she played the memory again in her mind. "Oh, it's just so sweet. They were so young. He loved her so much."

Hazel put her arm around Gretchen. "Come on, we have a lot of other things to buy."