Easter Teaser!

Ok guys...I started writing this one as an entry for our Easter Contest. Instead, it ended up being a full blown chapter that I've decided to post on Literotica. Read the teaser, and then let me know what you think I should  use as a title! Enjoy!

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Tendrils of mist curled lazily between the trees towering overhead, undisturbed as was the quiet morning air. A shadow passed through the underbrush; a well-muscled harbinger of destruction moved swiftly on four padded feet, his hackles rising as he caught another faint whiff of his prey’s scent. Hunger gnawed at him, ripping at his insides as he forced his feet to tread lightly. He dropped into a slow stalk, every inch of his body taut as a spring as he closed the distance between himself and his next meal. Disappointment washed over him as he peered through the last bit of foliage and realized exactly what it was that he’d been tracking so diligently.

Piercing yellow eyes studied him with an intense stare as he brought himself up short, abruptly dropping back on his haunches as a small whine escaped his throat. His prey was, indeed, a rabbit as he’d thought…but it wasn’t just a rabbit. Unfortunately, the keen human intelligence in that gaze identified this particular fuzzy treat as a Were: a shifter, a hybrid between the animal realm and the human world. Although the massive creature would feed him for a long time, he knew without hesitation that attacking it would mean the end of his own life. As hungry as he was, that wasn’t a price he was willing to pay.

Rhochlan watched the wolf’s motions carefully. He wasn’t worried for his personal safety, but he was concerned about the beast’s state of mind. He could sense the aura of desperation radiating from his stalker. Despite being heavily muscled, the wolf appeared malnourished and the way it was licking its muzzle while watching him indicated that hunger may force it into action. He was relieved to see the decision to stand down finally reflect in the animal’s eyes; he wouldn’t have to euthanize it to protect the other members of his colony.

Struck by inspiration, he hopped slowly toward the wolf where it was reclining with its chin on its paws. The large animal raised its head as he approached and watched him with a wary alertness, body tense and ready to flee. Rhochlan dipped his nose to the ground, nodding his head at the wolf as he turned and hopped away. He paused and inclined his head again, hoping the canine would get the message. He waited patiently as the animal finally realized he wanted to be followed, and slowly padded over behind him. The Were lead the wolf deeper into the woods, pausing every so often to make sure he was still trailing behind.

Finally making it to the copse of laurel he was looking for, he hopped to the side of the entrance and motioned for the wolf to precede him. If he could have smiled while in his animal form, he would have done so at the incredulous look he received from the other animal. While on his rounds in the early dawn, he’d run across the freshly killed carcass of a small deer that had most likely run afoul of another wolf. The dew had been heavy, making identification of the hunter difficult at best.

He’d been contemplating ideas on corpse disposal to keep the younger members from running across it. He figured that delivering it as a meal to another hunter, one who was capable of showing common sense and intelligence even in the midst of its hunger, would be a prime solution to his dilemma. The wolf bowed its head to him in silent gratitude as it walked toward the corpse, settling in for the best meal it had eaten in weeks. Satisfied that the mess would be taken care of, Rhochlan turned his back on the grisly scene and hopped back through the forest to pick up his rounds where he’d left off.

After an uneventful hour, the large Were slowed as he crept toward the most dangerous area of his route. One edge of the colony’s territory fringed a local state park, and it was the one area where accidental contact with humans typically occurred. While contact with humans wasn’t forbidden (after all, the Weres led human lives as well outside of the warren), such contact generally led to dire consequences so close to home. As Alpha Buck of his colony, it was his responsibility to be both judge and jury when such infringements came to light.

Rhochlan froze. A strange scent floated across the breeze, and his entire body went perfectly still except for his whiskers. Suddenly thankful for the light cloud cover that kept the sun from gleaming off of his bright white-tipped fur, he crouched low to the ground as he tried to decipher what had alarmed him. He could hear the voices of a group of children in the far distance, but he knew that wasn’t what had triggered his fight or flight response. No, there was something disturbing his sense of natural balance…and that something was very close.

When a visual search didn’t alleviate his tension, he closed his eyes and concentrated on his other senses. The scent was familiar, yet not; almost as if it was similar to something he’d smelled before, but just different enough to make it unique. His long, tapered ears moved independently of each other as they twisted and turned, listening for the slightest nuance of sound. His sharp hearing picked up a muffled whimper off to his side, and he held his breath as he opened his eyes to trace the sound to its source.

After gathering as much information as he could without moving, he slowly eased his rigid posture and crept towards the sound. He paused after every step, his ears constantly swiveling to vector in on the sound’s location. After several such steps, a bright flash of color caught his eye, and he instinctively dropped back to the ground. Soft sounds of misery made his ears perk; as his eyes adjusted to the darkened area he’d crept into, he realized he was looking at the bowed head and hunched shoulders of a small child.

Quickly scanning the rest of the area, he was certain that they were alone. He crept closer, taking care to remain silent as he approached. He could sense the fear rolling off of the little one in waves, his small frame shaking with barely repressed sobs. One hand appeared to be clutching a plastic bag filled with plastic Easter eggs, while the other showed evidence of melted chocolate. Rhochlan paused to observe the child, taking in his disheveled appearance.

The boy was covered in mud, evidence of his tears visible in the small clean stripes cutting through the dirt on his face. The bottom of his red shirt was ripped, and there were scratches all over his tiny arms that were probably made from branches as he ran through the woods. His hair was longer than normal, brushing the collar of his shirt and feathered back from his face. Rhochlan’s eyes narrowed as he noticed that his hair was dark at the roots, graduating out to light blonde at the tips…very unusual coloring for a human.

He took one step further, his whiskers twitching as he tried to catch the child’s scent again. As fate would have it, his paw fell on a brittle twig and the resulting sharp crack caused the child to cry out in alarm as he darted a few steps away. As the child hesitated and looked back over his shoulder, his eyes fell on the large rabbit for the first time. He turned slowly, a tentative look of wonder creeping across his delicate features. Rhochlan was amazed at how quickly the boy moved, and as his scent washed over him, his amazement continued to grow.

The child—lost, alone, and staring down a “wild animal” that outweighed him by at least three hundred pounds—was a Were.

“Are you the Easter Bunny?” The child’s tremulous voice was so quiet, he had to strain to hear it. “I snuck some chocolate away from the party while Nyrra wasn’t looking…and I got lost. Can you help me find my way back? She’ll be so worried.” Light blue eyes watched him expectantly as the little one began to inch toward him. Rhochlan stared at him pensively for a moment, wondering at what twist of fate had crossed their paths. His thoughts were brought up short as he remembered the starving wolf he’d run across earlier; he shuddered at what may have happened had it been the canine, and not himself, who’d stumbled upon the youth.

He moved slowly, taking a few short hops toward the boy while watching his eyes carefully for indications he was about to bolt. He stared intently into the child’s eyes, and chuckled softly to himself. All of the fear scent was gone. Only a child, he mused, could be alone in the woods and feel safer with a five foot long rabbit. Only a child would see his appearance on Easter weekend as a natural occurrence, and trust him. He decided, in that instant, that he would return that trust and deliver the child safely back to his home.

“Riocha?”

He sent a mental message to his sister, the acting Alpha Doe of his colony. He would need to inform her of his plan to leave the surrounding territory, knowing she’d be tearing the countryside apart looking for him if he didn’t.

“Rhochlan! I was worried when you didn’t check in…everything alright?”

His sister’s instant reply had him rolling his eyes. It didn’t matter that he’d been Alpha for many years, he supposed, he would always be just her little brother as far as she was concerned. He loved his sister with all his heart, and couldn’t imagine her any differently.

“Everything is fine. I took care of the mess I contacted you about earlier; found an honorable wolf that needed a good meal. I’ve found another issue that needs my attention, and have to leave the territory for a couple of hours. Have the triplets come to the south border, near the park, and take over the border patrol while I’m away.”

He paused, wondering for a second if he should tell her about the boy. He could feel her curiosity through their bond, and decided to indulge her.

“I found a child while I was on my rounds; it looks like he ran away from an Easter party in the park. He thinks I’m the Easter Bunny, and asked me to take him home. I have a need to see that he makes it there safely. Rio…he’s a kitten, and I don’t think he has any idea of it. I need to know his story, and why a Were-rabbit child has been abandoned in the woods.”

He felt her sharply drawn breath, and her gentle acceptance of his refusal to leave a baby rabbit, a kit, in the woods unsupervised. He felt a shaft of love beaming down his Alpha bond, and was reassured when he felt his sister support his decision. Turning back to the expectant gaze boring into him, he finished closing the distance between himself and the child.

Extending his head, he brought his nose up and touched the boy’s nose in a customary rabbit greeting. The child giggled and ducked his head as Rhochlan’s whiskers tickled against his face and neck. The large Were snuffed at him, blowing air straight at his face and sending his feathered hair straight up to the sky. Satisfied that the little one was feeling safer, he stilled his movements and sent a thought into the kit’s mind.

“What is your name, little one?”

The boy started in surprise at hearing the voice in his head, before looking at the giant rabbit in wonder once more. He put a trembling hand on the side of Rhochlan’s neck, stroking the soft fur as it covered his fingertips. A shy smile spread across his lips as he mentally whispered a response for the very first time.

“My name is Rye.”

Rhochlan tilted his head to the side as he wracked his memory for any potential kidnappings in the surrounding colonies. He looked at the boy intently as he tried to match his coloring to any of the Weres he knew. His scent was familiar, so familiar in fact that it was making his protective instincts go haywire, but the reasoning for it eluded him for the moment. Pointing his ears straight ahead, he began to hop toward the park.

“Come along, child. Let’s see if we can find our way back to your party.”

As he hopped slowly in the direction of the voices he’d heard earlier, he found the child to be a very good travel companion. They lapsed into an easy camaraderie during which he gently questioned Rye on his upbringing. He was certain that the little one wouldn’t have been so forthcoming to a stranger if that stranger had been a human.

He learned that the boy was an orphan; though Rye said that he didn’t remember much about how his parents died, Rhochlan caught glimpses of images in his thoughts that belied the fact. The raw pain and misery he felt emanating from the small body beside him caused his own throat to constrict, and he worked to steer the conversation to happier thoughts. He asked him about the woman, Nyrra, that the child had mentioned earlier.

Rye’s face transformed with the radiant smile that crossed his small features. It was obvious that he cared for the woman a great deal, although she was just a social worker that had been assigned to him two years ago. Relieved to leave the other subject behind, he launched into describing the “angel” that he thought had been sent to protect him.

As Rhochlan listened, he was amazed at the love pouring from the child at his side. Obviously, this Nyrra person was very special; she’d taken a personal interest in the children that she worked with, trying to help ease them through a hard transition in their lives. It was unusual to find social workers that looked at children as anything other than numbers on a roster, and it appeared she was determined to help these children find some sort of normalcy in their lives. It took strength and resiliency to fight the degradation of the system, and he found himself respecting her without having met her.

Although the short legs of his companion made their trip a little time consuming, they only had to cover a short distance. Without realizing it, they’d made it to the edge of the park and could see Rye’s party group through the light brush at the forest’s edge. Rhochlan came to a stop, and looked pointedly at the child.

“Wait here, little one. I’ll send someone to take you the rest of the way; someone that will be able to explain your disappearance so you won’t get into too much trouble.”

Rye’s disappointment washed over him as he soothed the child’s objections. While he understood that seeing a huge rabbit would be a wonder for the other children, he had to ensure the safety of his colony first.

“You’ll know who I’ve sent when he appears. His eyes and his hair will remind you of me. Listen and do as he says, and he’ll get you delivered safely.” Seeking to erase the tears he saw forming in the child’s eyes, he butted his nose against the small chin and tickled the tiny face with his whiskers. Satisfied with the sheepish grin peeking from behind the sad gaze, he turned and began to hop away. “Don’t despair, Rye. We’ll meet each other again; we have more things to speak of, you and I.”

Rhochlan moved swiftly away from the boy, pausing only long enough to make sure he’d stay where he was told. He hurried through the underbrush around the edge of the park until he reached a secret stashing point known only to himself and the other members of the border patrol. He shifted to his human form, activating the hidden door to access the supplies hidden within. Grabbing a pair of khaki cargo pants, a tee-shirt, socks and boots, he dressed himself quickly.

Moving with much less noise in his human form, he returned to the spot where he’d left the child. Seeing Rye’s shoulders hunched in defeat almost made him regret his decision, but he was an Alpha first. He couldn’t chance exposure of the Were community until the kit was old enough to need the information he was willing to provide. Squaring his shoulders, he cleared his throat softly, trying not to scare the boy anymore than he had already been that afternoon.

Despite his effort to be less frightening, the boy cowered as he noticed the giant of a man that had entered the clearing behind him. Crouching down to make himself seem as small as possible, Rhochlan waited patiently as he gave the child time to inspect him. He knew that at 6’4” his height was intimidating to most adults, and doubtless more so for the small being located in front of him. Making sure to keep his voice low, he spoke to the lad in a soothing tone.

“Hey there, Rye. I believe you’re expecting me.”

The boy stood and inched toward him, his hesitation evident as he paused every few steps. He squinted his eyes, focusing hard as he tried to compare the man in front of him to the rabbit he’d followed through the woods. He stared deeply into the yellow eyes watching his progress, feeling a sense of relief wash over him as he reached up to touch the man’s unusual hair. Longer in the front as it swept over his shoulders, it was black at the roots, lightening to silver and then an astonishing white at the very tips. It was the exact same color as the rabbit’s fur.

“Did the Easter Bunny send you, sir?”

Rhochlan’s heart ached at the hope and trust in the small boy’s tremulous voice. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them once more and smiling with reassurance down at Rye’s questioning face. He sent a silent prayer of thanks to whatever forces had decided to place him in the child’s path, instead of one of the thousands of monsters that would have preyed upon his innocence. Holding out his hand, he stood slowly as he continued smiling.

“I’m not sure whether or not he’s the bunny you have in mind, but a large fuzzy friend of mine said you needed some help. I was happy that I could lend a hand. What do you say? Let’s get you back to your party, I’m sure you have friends that are worried about you.”

Keeping his stride short so that he wouldn’t outpace the boy by his side, Rhochlan picked his way carefully through the light underbrush. Heading toward the other children, he cast his eyes around the playground looking for the closest adult. Finding a portly looking young woman he assumed was Nyrra, he called out to keep from startling her. The last thing he wanted was for someone to think he’d kidnapped the child and taken off into the woods with him.

“Excuse me, miss?”

Glancing up from the drinks she was pouring, the young intern’s eyes automatically fell first on the child standing near the table. Quickly setting the bottle of fruit juice on its surface, she exclaimed in joy as she recognized his face. Rushing around the table, she scooped him up with her arms in a gentle embrace as she set him on a nearby bench. As she carefully scanned him for injuries, she withdrew a hand-held radio from the big pocket on her scrub top.

“Nyrra, can you hear me?”

Rhochlan had been looking around, surveying the surroundings and watching the children play. He was surprised to realize that the woman before him wasn’t the one that Rye had been talking about. He supposed that could be responsible for the little boy’s rapidly increasing pulse and breathing. Was he upset that she wasn’t there waiting on him? When he heard the voice that came back over the radio, his attention focused on the sound.

“I’m here Isabelle, has anyone else checked in with news?”

The voice was so pure and distinct that he could hear it echoing in his mind. The melody of her voice sang along his nerves like the sweetest song of Spring, waking up his heart and causing it to beat a hard cadence in his chest. He shook his head as if to rid himself of the thoughts that suddenly sprang to life in his mind.

TO BE CONTINUED...You'll have to read the rest on Literotica when it posts! Can't submit it until I decide on a title though, so put those thinking caps on, my lovelies!

Easter Contest Entry # 1

"Easter with the Hawthornes" by Don Livingston

At just over six foot tall, Jack Robinson towered over the small mahogany desk where he looked over the latest numbers from the market.  For the past eight years, his talent at making predictions as to what stock would go up and down made Hawthorne and Hawthorne filthy rich.  When he glanced at his thick watch, he noticed it was past the time to put the week behind him and enjoy a quiet few days alone in his tiny apartment.

His two hundred and thirty pound frame moved with easy, as he stood and began shuffling reports into his briefcase for some light reading over the weekend.  The sudden opening of the door startled him as he flinched at the intrusion.  What made him even more stressed was that it was none other than Charles Hawthorne himself.

When it came to running a company, there was no one more demanding than Charles Hawthorne.  His medium build and aristocratic demeanor took a commanding presence whenever he stepped into a room.  As his deep brown eyes bore into Jack’s, he displayed a large smile as if trying to calm the employee that showed his startled reaction.

“Sorry for the sudden intrusion Jack, but I thought I’d just pop in for a look see at where you’re making us so much money,” Hawthorne said as he scanned the small room, adorned with various charts and graphs.

Jack shook his head clear as he watched his employer move towards one of the flow charts on Hawthorne and Hawthorne’s competition.  “I see you’re keeping tabs on the Drakes for us.  That’s a wise move Jack; always know what your enemy is doing so you can shove it down his throat later on down the road.”

“Um – yes Sir, I was thinking the same thing,” Jack lied.  His main purpose for the chart was to decide if he should stay in his present position or look for more benefits elsewhere.

Hawthorne turned and moved with confidence towards Jack’s desk, which made Jack even more nervous at the sudden movement.  “So Jack, there I was sitting in my office and it came to me that you have devoted a lot of hours making this company successful.”

“I’m just trying to be part of the team Sir.  I guess I get lucky…”

“Now that’s what I like from you Jack!  Teamwork is the greatest thing someone like me looks for from his employees’ and by God you have it!”  Hawthorne beamed as he slapped the desk hard.

“Yes Sir, I think teamwork plays a big part in…”

“I try to repay some of my more worthy employees’ with a small token of gratitude.  I think you’re one of them Jack, and I want to do something for you.”

Jack Robinson smiled as the wealthy executive reached inside his tailored coat pocket and produced an envelope.  He knew the wait was over and was at last getting the pay and promotion he worked so hard for these past years.  As he reached over and took the envelope, his hands quivered and his mind raced at the thoughts of more money, a bigger office, maybe even his own secretary.

When he had the small white packet open, he pulled out what looked like an invitation.  His thoughts of moving up in the company flew into a dark abyss, as he stared at the gold lettering on the thick cream-colored card.

“I hope you didn’t have plans for this Easter weekend Jack.  The party starts at eight sharp so I expect you to be on time.  Since this is your first time at the mansion, I had my secretary take the liberty of putting the rules on the back.”

Jack tried to remain calm and not throw the invitation back in his face.  “Um – wow, I don’t know what to say Sir.”

“You don’t have to thank me poor boy, just show up at eight, and enjoy your reward.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for drinks at the country club,” Hawthorne said with a large smile and then left the office just as he entered it, with superiority.

Jack slumped back down into the old wooden chair and tossed the invitation on the desk.  His hands went to his face, trying to rub the tension from his body at just being snubbed for advancement.  His only reward being a guest at some high society party.

“I bet the Drakes pay their employees’ what their worth, and not just with dinner invitations either,” he thought as he sat up and continued shoving the paperwork into his briefcase with undo force.

He looked down at the fanciful card and shoved it in with even more force.  “I guess the least you can do old 

man is to feed me well, just before I tell you to shove this job up your ass.”

Jack wrenched the leather case up and strode out the door, his glaring expression showed his true feelings as he moved towards the elevator.  His mind wondered towards the various comments from his coworkers.  

They all had a vision on what went on at some of Charles Hawthorne’s parties.  They ranged from the boring high society snobs looking down on the little people, to sadistic human sacrifices of the hired help at the mansion, although none of the people that commented about the party ever attended.

He was about to push the button for the lobby, when a small hand grabbed the door stopped it from closing.  Jack reached out his more muscular hand and held the steel door back, as Cheryl Newsom moved inside.  When her hazel eyes locked with his, she slid to the corner of the small box and lowered her face in a submissive gesture.  She always had a quiet demeanor and very seldom ever spoke to anyone around her.

Jack noticed the large flower print bag she held in front of her waiflike body in a guarded grasp.  To imply she was shy would be an underestimation of the truth; she was more a recluse than anything else.  Very few, if any, knew anything about her except she performed her job without question or complaint, although legal assistants’ had very little to time to complain about anything.

“Calling it a week are you Cheryl?” Jack asked as the doors met and the elevator began its slow decent.

She clutched the bag tighter as her eyes remained looking at the plain black flats she wore.  “Yes,” she muttered.

“Jesus Lady, it’s not like I’m going to rape you here in the elevator,” he thought.  “Any big plans for Easter, or are you just going to rip open the colorful basket Peter Cottontail brings you?”  Cheryl muttered something under her breath, as Jack leaned closer towards her.  This small move caused her to glance up for a fleeting moment before moving farther back into the corner.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch that last part Cheryl.”

“I said no,” she replied in a tone just above a whisper.

The way she quivered made Jack think she was praying, if not begging, for the doors to open so she could escape the confines of the make shift trap she found herself in at the moment.  The jolt of the elevator and the chiming of the bell indicated the uncomfortable journey was at an end.  As the doors began to slide open, Cheryl bolted through them before they were fully open.

Jack shook his head in amazement, as he watched they small woman hurry through the other fleeing employees’ in an attempt to leave without further confrontation.  As the beefy man stepped out, someone wrapped their arm around his and pulled him close.  Jack looked over and saw Samantha Fitzgerald smiling back him with a hungered look in her green eyes.

“Hey stud muffin, such great timing on the escape coffins.  I’m headed to the bar just around the corner and I could use an escort.  I wouldn’t want to get molested on my way there; on second thought, maybe I would,” she said as she gazed at him like a starving predator.

Samantha Fitzgerald was well known in the company.  Her sexual exploits were something of company lore as she tried, and succeeded in most cases, to bed anything with a cock, although that wasn’t always the case.  Once she found someone she wanted, he or she seldom lasted long without giving into her demands for unconstrained sex.

He remembered one of his friends telling him about the night he spent with her.  He said in no uncertain terms, that her small waist and palm sized breasts were an added attraction to the tightness of her sex starved openings.  To bed her was like bedding a porn star on speed; she couldn’t get enough.

“As tempting as that sounds Sam, my parents are due at the airport in an hour and I told them I’d pick them up,” he lied as he tried to pull his arm free.

“Then I’ll go with you and keep you company.  I can make it an hour you’ll never forget,” she replied as she ran her wet tongue across her ruby red lips.

“I bet you could Sam, but Mom and Dad have a lot of bags and I wouldn’t to meet them while having a heart attack.”

Sam pulled his arm hard and turned him towards her.  She pulled his crotch against her body and gazed up at him.  “Fine, but just so you understand something.  One of these nights, I AM going to fuck you senseless, in every way possible, and then leave you drained until you can’t shoot any more hot cum into my body.”

Jack smiled back and pushed her away.  “Now that is something I can think about all weekend.  I’ll see you on Monday and we can discuss it further after my mom and dad leave.”

With great effort, Jack made it out of the building without any more trouble from the company slut.  After hailing a cab, he climbed in and tossed his briefcase down on the floor.  It turned out to be a long week, and the stress became extended, as he pictured a group of violinists’ playing boring music while every snob in the city sipped tea with their pinky extended.

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There was a light sprinkling of snow coming down, as Jack maneuvered his white intrepid up the long drive.  Noticing the types of cars and limousines’ lining the drive, he began to wonder if he even had to tell Hawthorne his was quitting; the party might save him the trouble and bore him to death.

As he reached the end of the drive, he saw a young man step out into the middle and hold his hand up.  Jack put the car in park and rolled down his window, as the man approached the driver’s door.

“Good evening Sir.  May I please see your invitation?” the young man asked.

Jack reached over and retrieved the elegant card and handed it to the valet, then turned his head and studied the front of the massive building.  You couldn’t call it a house due to its sheer size, but yet a five star hotel was only slightly bigger.  Jack laughed to himself at the possibility of getting lost in the Hawthorne mansion.

His thoughts faded away as the voice of the valet snapped him back to reality.  “Thank you very much Mr. Robinson.  I see from your invitation that this is your first time at the mansion.”

“Um – yes it is.  I’m sorry I seem a bit confused at what to do,” Jack replied with a quick look around.  

“Where do you want me to park?”

“Leave it to me Sir; I’ll take good care of it for you.  When you’re ready to leave, just let the valet inside know and I’ll have it waiting for you.  Enjoy your evening and please show your invitation to the door man.”

Jack stepped out into the cold air, as the small flakes drifted down on his black overcoat.  As his car pulled away, he made his way toward the massive front door.  He looked up and judged it was at least twelve feet high and each door had to be seven feet wide.

Then he spotted a husky middle-aged man step out from behind a small wall.  Even though Jack was a well sized man, the guard made him look trivial in comparison.  When the guard smiled, it seemed as if it was strained, like it was difficult to accomplish the small task.

“Good evening Sir.  May I help you?”

“Um – sure, I was told to give you this.  I’m not sure what to do next, so if you could…”

“This is your first time Mr. Robinson; do you remember reading the rules Sir?” he said a little too gruff.

Jack’s mind flashed to the back of the invitation.  The rules were simple enough to understand.  An Easter mask of any size and shape, casual attire, and an open mind, then he remembered the last rule in rather bolder writing.  Under no circumstances will any information be made public outside of the mansion.  Failure to abide by the last rule after the evening will be met with swift recourse.

“Yeah, I got it.  Sort of a, what goes on inside, stays inside kind of party.  You wouldn’t mind giving a guy a preview of what I can expect tonight would you?”

“I’m sorry Mr. Robinson; I have no idea what you’re talking about.  Please enjoy your evening, and I would advise you to put on your mask before entering,” the burly guard said as he approached the large door.

Jack slipped the white fuzzy rabbit mask on, and he laughed a bit on how ridiculous he must look.  As the door opened, Jack thanked the guard and entered a large foyer.  The door shut behind him with boom that seemed to echo throughout the well decorated room.  He looked up at the huge chandelier that hung from the cathedral ceiling.  “Must be nice to have money,” he whispered.

The sound of a string guitar snapped him out of his daze and he thought it was impossible for Charles Hawthorne to be playing ZZ Top at Easter party, or any party for that matter.  Jack went left towards the music, and almost crashed into an attractive young woman carrying a try of champagne flutes.  With practiced ease, she controlled the sterling silver tray, and held it out towards him.

“My apologies Sir, would you care for something to drink?”  Her young voice seemed to dance through his ears, as her bright blue eyes sparkled in the light.

“Yes, thank you,” he replied as he picked up one of the flutes.  “I’m Jack Robinson.  This is my first time here, so if you could direct me to Mr. Hawthorne I’d appreciate it.”

“Yes Sir, he’s in the other room just behind you.  I’m Mindy and if there’s anything you require, just look for me.”  The smile and the tone of her voice told him all he wanted to know about young Mindy.

Jack walked into what looked like a living room, but was the size of a convention hall.  With everyone wearing masks, it was hard to make out who was who among the guests.  He wondered through the mix of men and women, his eyes searching the room for a man the fit the build of Charles Hawthorne.

As he spotted a man he thought was his boss, he felt a delicate touch of a female hand on his groin.  Jack’s head snapped to the side and noticed a mature woman in her fifties smiling back at him.  Her silver hair accented parts of her tan face that wasn’t covered with the small bunny mask.

“By the way you keep searching the room you handsome man, you must be Jack Robinson; I’m Charlotte Hawthorne.  I’ve heard so much about you from Charles, and the fact that you’re attending one of our parties, means that you’re very capable.”  The last statement made him nervous as she gazed down at her hand still on his filling member.

“Um – I mean no disrespect Mrs. Hawthorne, but do you think it’s wise to fondle me while your husband is in the room?” Jack replied as he moved her hand.

“Oh you’re in for a wonderful evening Jack.  I think you and Charles should talk before the party really gets going.”  Charlotte waved her hand and got her husband’s attention.  He excused himself away from a petite blond with waist length hair, and made his way over.

“Jack, Jack, Jack, welcome to the house dear boy.  I take it you’ve met my adorable wife?”

“Yes Sir, we were just talking about…” Jack started to say but Charlotte cut him off.

“He thinks you’ll get mad if I grab his cock here in front of everyone.  You should show him around and inform him of the parties,” she said, then kissed his cheek and wondered off into the small crowd.

Charles Hawthorne grabbed Jack’s arm with a light touch and led him out of the room and down a hall.  He pointed out the various rooms and one of the libraries that made up the down stairs of the mansion.  When they reached the kitchen, Jack looked on in awe.  Not because of its sheer size that looked more than capable of feeding a small army, but the man dressed up as a yellow marshmallow peep.

The strange costume seemed appropriate for an Easter party.  The fact he was seated on top of a long wooden counter top with the front of his costume open as the young server Mindy went down on him was startling.

Charles’s happy voice broke his trance, as he watched Mindy speed up her erotic actions.  “Bart, how’s it going?  Enjoying the party so far?” Charles asked as he stepped forward and picked up a full champagne flute.

“Hell yes Chuck, I wouldn’t miss a party for all the money on Wall Street,” he replied as he placed his hand on the back of Mindy’s head and held her down.

Hawthorne turned to look at Jack’s reaction.  He released a short laugh and grabbed the new comer’s arm again, leading him out and towards another room.  When Jack followed his boss into the den, Hawthorne pointed to a large leather chair and then sat behind his desk.

Jack sipped at the champagne as he tried to wrap his mind around what he just witnessed in the kitchen.  He was unsure of what to say as he thought about putting his drink down and running out of the strange home of his employer.

“I could have told you about the parties Jack, but through the years I’ve found it saves time by just showing the new comers.  When I first gave you the invitation, you thought it was a pay increase didn’t you?” Hawthorne asked.

“Um – well to be upfront with you – yes.  I believe my work speaks for itself and I thought I was being compensated for that.”

“Is that what you wanted, more money?  Hell Jack, I could double your salary and it still wouldn’t be fair to you.  What I can do is give you nights you will never forget.  Young Mindy in the kitchen is just a small sample at what goes on at my parties.  If you decide to stay, the women in this house will pretty much do anything you might be into, and then some.”

“So all this time you’ve just been having sex parties?” Jack asked, still confused.

“Ah yes, the rumors of what goes on here.  Is the most popular one still the human sacrifice of the staff?”

“Um – I guess so Sir.”

“When we’re out of the office it’s either Charles, Chuck or Charlie.”

“Okay, Chuck, mind if I ask what all the secrecy is for?” Jack asked as he downed his drink.

“Most of the people here are from one of the offices, others are dear friends of ours.  They all have some sort of fetish when it comes to sex and if that ever got out, it could jeopardize what they’ve worked for.”

“So if I said thanks but no thanks, you wouldn’t be offended?”

“Hell no Jack, but give it an hour before you run away.  If you do leave, I would hate to see what would happen if any information found its way out of the mansion.  You’re a very bright individual, so I think you understand what I’m saying.”

“I get your point.  I’ll stick around for an hour, but if I decide to leave I’ll let you know first.  Fair enough?” Jack said as he stood up.

Charles stood up and went over to the man who helped make his company successful.  “Deal, but my wife may rape you before that hour’s up,” he said with a laugh and shook his hand.

**********

The party was going strong and Jack just finished his fifth glass of champagne.  He had now been there for over an hour and he lost count of how many times a female with a bunny mask groped him.  They ranged for their early twenties to much older women.  One in particular, wore a playboy bunny costume who appeared to be someone’s grandmother looking for a much younger boy toy for the evening.

He was starting to feel the effects of the expensive champagne, so he went in search of some food.  As he entered a smaller room, he saw a long buffet table packed with every conceivable type of food.  Salad, fish, steak, bread, all spread out in a type of fend for yourself layout.  Mixed in between the large dishes; jellybeans, eggs of all colors, all topped off with a four foot chocolate Easter Bunny in the center.

He walked up and stood beside the longhaired blond he’d seen early with Hawthorne.  As she placed some oysters and shrimp on her plate, she turned her head and locked eyes with Jack.  She wore a black felt mask that wrapped around her cheeks, the long floppy ears dangled along the sides of what appeared to be a beautiful face.  The thing that took him by surprise was the bright emerald green eyes that seemed to bore into his soul.

He lowered his stare and took in the black skintight jumpsuit she wore, which left little to the imagination on what lay underneath.  Her large nipples seemed to be straining the fabric in an attempt to break free.  Then it dawned on him; green eyes, killer body, slutty demeanor; it could only be one person, Samantha Fitzgerald with a wig.  After all the drinks and groping, his hard member was now doing the thinking.

“Enjoying the party so far?” she asked in a sultry voice.

“Seems fun enough I guess, I mean who doesn’t like a party where sex is used as a condiment,” Jack replied as he put some cut vegetables on his plate.

“Nice to see you finally got invited Jack?”

The fact that she knew who he was solidified the hunch that it was the company slut, Sam.  Even though he rebuked her advances before, Jack realized that no mention of tapping into her charms would ever leave the mansion.

“Um – yeah, I guess you could say I’m the virgin in the room.”

She moved a step closer as her eyes moved over his body.  “Hmmmm.  I like the way you say virgin; it makes me want to drag you into a room and pop that cherry for you.”

Knowing she was always this forward, made the remark seem pointless in an attempt to sound seductive.  

“I’ve been drinking champagne all night, and I should get something to eat first before I start…”

Sam grabbed his arm hard, as she tossed her plate back down on the table.  “Screw the fucking food Jack, eat me instead,” she said in a forceful tone.

She threw open a nearby door and slung him inside as the vegetables went flying to the side.  When she turned the lights on, Jack saw he was in a small office.  There were some aprons and work schedules hanging on the paneled walls and he knew this must be the staff office.

The temptress walked towards him while peeling the zipper down.  “You have no idea how long I’ve waited to fuck your brains out.”

“Yeah well, I’m getting tired of turning you down,” he replied as he began pulling his pants down.

Jack leaned against the desk as she knelt down and took him deep into her mouth.  He tossed his head back as the warmth engulfed him.  His friend Bill told him how talented she was, and he wasn’t exaggerating on her ability.  She bobbed up and down while making small choking noises, which sent minor vibrations through the sensitive tip of his pulsing manhood.

“Jesus, you sure know how to give head you little…”  Jack stopped himself as his body fought for control.

The young woman stood up and stroked the now slick member.  “Go ahead, say it, tell me what kind of woman I am.  You sure appear man enough,” she said as pulled on the eight inches on hard muscle.

Jack grabbed her shoulders hard and glared at her.  “I know what kind of woman you are.  You’re a fucking slut that will screw anything with two legs.  I’ll even bet you don’t care if it’s male or female.”

Her face took on an evil glare as she grabbed his arm and shoved him towards a small couch.  Due to his pants being around his ankles, he tripped and fell down heavy on the leather cushion.

Jack could only look on as he watched her sway back and forth like the possessed woman was stalking her prey.  “I see you have a very hard cock there Jack.  I guess the champagne is working.”

“Yeah, the problem is after you’re done no one else will get any use out of it; consider yourself lucky.”

She waived a finger at him as she straddled his waist.  “I wouldn’t let that worry you stud, the old man spikes the drinks with Viagra.  Now about that cherry of yours.”

With one hand holding his stiff member and the other on his muscular shoulder, the devil incarnate slammed herself down and took him deep within her body.  They tossed their heads back as the heat from the mating overtook them.  She allowed herself just a brief moment to get accustomed to the girth, then rocked her hips as she lowered her blazing green eyes to his.

“I knew it feel this good; I just didn’t think it was that fucking big.”

“God, you’re so damn…”

She thrust her lips forward and silenced Jack, as her snake like tongue commanded battle from his.  The woman was demanding as she grabbed his hair, trying to force his mouth closer as her hips pumped back faster.  When she felt his pulsing cock grow bigger, she knew her prize was near.  She moved her free hand down to his nipple.  When she felt the hard bud, she flicked it for a moment, then rolled it painfully between her slender fingers.  Jack couldn’t take the splendid torture anymore, and exploded rope after rope of hot scalding cream deep into her tightness.  The falling liquid from her shaven womanhood soon joined the vibrations against his lips from her scream.

Monday morning, a little after 8:00 am.

Jack Robinson entered the lobby at Hawthorne and Hawthorne.  His body still sore and abused from the all-night party at the mansion.  Most of the evening after the episode with Sam in the office was a blur.  He groaned aloud as the image of the older woman in the playboy costume kneeling between his legs at the end of the night entered his mind.

As he stepped into the elevator, a few other people that had the same tired expression on their faces joined him, although he knew it wasn’t from the same type of weekend as his.  One of them reached out and held the door as Cheryl Newsom scurried inside.  With it being full, she seemed to squeeze her large bag tighter against her as she dreaded being inside the small box with others.

Jack leaned over, attempting to calm her down before she fainted.  “How was your weekend Cheryl?  Did the Easter Bunny bring you anything good?”

She mumbled something he couldn’t make out and Jack just leaned back, leaving her to fret in piece.  The small ding announced their arrival on the eighth floor and the doors began to slide open.  When there was just enough room to exit, Cheryl bolted for the hallway.  What she wasn’t planning on doing was smashing into an intern carrying a large stack of papers.

The others walked around the mess, as Jack knelt down to take pity on the panic ridden girl.  As he picked up some of the papers for the intern, he gasped in shock.  There on the floor next to a small clear case with green contact lenses, lay a black felt bunny mask.  The long floppy ears were unmistakable as he picked it up and stared with amazement at the blushing Cheryl Newsom.

She smiled at him, and then placed her delicate finger against her lips.  “Remember the rules, Mr. Robinson.  I also wouldn’t make any plans for Memorial Day weekend,” she said with a wink and then placed the mask inside her bag.

Easter Contest Rules

Hey Boys and Gals....I hope you've been watching the Facebook page, because you'll have had a two week head start on the new contest!

Easter Contest Rules:

Word Limit: 1500 - 5000

Contest entries must be submitted by : April 20th, 12pm
All submissions should be emailed to: mistress.of.shadows.2012@gmail.com

Keeping with the holiday theme, next on the list is Easter! In an effort to spice things up a bit, your story MUST include ONE item out of each of these THREE categories:

One: bunny, rabbit ears, rabbit costume

Two: eggs, chocolate, peeps

Three: hunt, spring, spring fever, party

Have fun with this! The items in these categories can be matched in any order, in any theme, any time period, any setting, etc. Let your imagination run wild! 

Hugs!

St. Patrick's Day Treat for You =)

I hope you all had a fantastic St. Patty's Day! I've received some amazing contest entries, and will be posting the vote on our Facebook Page before the week is out.

Here's my contribution, just for all of you! Hugs, and may the Muse be with you =)

“For the Love of a Leprechaun”

The meadow was quiet this morning; silence hung in the air as dense and heavy as the thick fog blanketing the surrounding forest. Small dewdrops clung to long blades of grass, tugging their tips down to the earth in a gentle caress. Although it was barely beginning to awaken under the first rays of dawn, the ground was warm to the touch, fully embracing the onslaught of spring.

A single drop of water fell from the leaf it had been poised upon. As it splashed down upon the forehead of an unsuspecting sleeping maiden, her golden hair exploded in a frenzied flurry as she was startled awake. When she stopped thrashing, an embarrassed smile quirked across her full lips as she realized the enemy she’d been fighting so fiercely was simply her own leaf-sewn blanket.

Inquisitive green eyes surveyed the area surrounding her as she searched for signs of danger before moving. Satisfied when no foreign sounds disrupted the serenity of the glade, Lyris stretched her arms slowly above her head. The leaf blanket that had been clinging to her fell and gathered around her slender waist. She gasped as the crisp morning breeze curled lazily against her skin, as chill bumps raced across her naked flesh.

A normal woman may have been tempted to allow her fingertips to stray, to chase the wind’s caress with her own. She may have cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, tenderly grazing the tightened peaks as she closed her eyes and moaned softly…but Lyris was not a normal woman. She was completely innocent of desires of the flesh, completely free of sexual tension and hunger.

Although she was anatomically perfect, her body had never known pleasure in that way. Her graceful neck had never been kissed, her slender shoulders had never been caressed; her beautifully sculpted breasts and slender waist had never been held. The innocence of her smooth hips and shapely thighs had never been plundered by a lover, male or female. It wasn’t that she didn’t secretly wish for those things to happen…she just couldn’t experience physical pleasure until her true mate revealed himself and unlocked the other half of her soul.

Rising to her feet, she padded silently across the short distance separating her from the nearby stream. A soft smile graced her lips as she paused for a minute to watch a couple of bunny babies frolicking on its banks. They saw her, and froze in place. The elder of the two wiggled his nose while he took in her scent, and after sensing no threat coming from her, used the opportunity to head butt the smaller bunny into the cold running water. Stifling the laugh that bubbled in her at the wee one’s plight, she turned, and began following the stream to its source.

Lyris reached the small waterfall in a matter of moments, and without pausing walked directly under the spray. She gasped out loud as the frigid water splashed down on her, rinsing away the dust of her earthen bed. Delicate hands made quick work of her morning cleansing routine, washing her hair and her body with swift, sure movements. When she could stand the iciness no longer, she left the miniature cascade, and moved back across the moss-covered stones.

She retraced her steps to the cozy little sleeping niche where she’d spent the night.  As she rounded a bend in the path, her breath was stolen by the sight that awaited.  The majestic tree line across the meadow had finally released its hold on the morning light; the sun-kissed mist shrouding the open field tinged the air with an unearthly golden glow.  Every drop of dew had been transformed into a transparent sphere of light. Each strand of spider web suspended between the long blades of grass appeared to be made of shimmering gold thread.

Her lips parted in a soft gasp of wonder as she stepped into the golden grove. As the morning light bathed her waist-length blonde tresses, a gleaming aura of radiance pulsed around her. At that moment, the light filtering through the illuminating haze erupted in an explosion of myriad colors. The notes of her delighted laughter floated on the still air as she spun around, spinning on the balls of her feet as she danced in the earthbound rainbow.

Lyris pranced across the meadow, skipping through the damp foliage. Reaching her hidden hollow, she hummed a quiet tune as she searched through her belongings. Finding the musical instrument she’d stashed there, she straightened and headed back across the glade. Her slender fingers strummed across the strings of the small lyre, her namesake. A hauntingly beautiful melody sprang to life beneath her fingertips and drifted on the crisp spring breeze.

**********

He had been searching for a very, very long time.

Every spring since he was a boy, he had been searching; though, at the time, he didn’t realize what he was searching for. As the air first began to lose its bite after the harsh winter, he’d feel the same pull…almost as if his very soul was trying to direct the steps he’d taken, luring him and compelling him toward a single moment.

Aureus treaded quietly through the dense underbrush, weaving his way through the aged forest. A brief smile graced his lips as his druidic soul reveled in the beautiful nature surrounding him. Each of these old trees had weathered enough storms to have voices of their own, and his heart was enriched by listening to their whispered wisdom as he passed beneath them. As he walked, faint wisps of the awakening land’s fresh scent teased his nose; the smell of damp soil and fresh leaves in the first breath of spring were unrivalled the rest of the year.

There was a building urgency in his steps that he’d never felt before. He chided himself on his haste, and forced his feet to slow. He was determined to enjoy his surroundings, already convinced that this trip would be as fruitless as all the previous ones had been.  Before he knew it, the density of the forest began to change and thin out. After a few more moments, he could just see the first rays of light filtering through the trees surrounding him as his path brought him to the edge of a small clearing.

He started to cross the open space, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that he should linger in the shadows for a moment. Without making the conscious decision to do so, his steps slowed until he came to a complete halt. Aureus stood perfectly still as the minutes passed, growing frustrated as his eyes were unable to penetrate the heavy fog. His eyes glowing from the magic within, his senses extended to the wildlife surrounding him.  The thoughts and feelings of the birds, and the little furred creatures in the glade were filled with contentment and delight in the new spring. The very essence of the area remained undisturbed and he shook his head to clear it of the uneasy feeling.

Readjusting his pack on his shoulders, he was about to resume his journey when the sun finally topped the tall line of trees. He watched, spellbound, as the sunlight descended upon the meadow. The transformation of foreboding fog to a golden haze caused all of his senses to suddenly sharpen. All of the creatures in the meadow paused in their rustlings as if they, too, were transfixed by the magical sight. Magical…his heart began to beat wildly in his chest as that thought triggered a memory from his past. A hush fell over the grove as the voice of the ancient ones echoed in his mind.

“Marked at birth and doomed to search for a soul-mate beyond compare,

Your druidic soul has chosen a female leprechaun, both beautiful and rare.

The years will be as moments, your power will defy the passing of time,

Much work must be done to balance your being with reason and rhyme.

You must first learn to purify your soul from all selfishness and rage…

Wisdom will be whispered to you, the very earth itself will be your sage.

Next, you must train yourself to find beauty in all living things…

The stunted, the ugly, the evil and all the painful destruction they may bring.

When you are at peace, certain your mind, heart, and body are one

The training you require to claim the other half of your soul will be done.”

Moving in slow motion, he carefully set his pack down on the forest edge. He tried to control his heartbeat as he sent tendrils of magical power out toward the glade. His breath quickened as he realized his years of searching may have drawn to an end. The glow in his eyes flamed to life as he gently read the thoughts of the living creatures again, this time delving a little deeper. The deep voice of the ancient council continued to play through his thoughts as his excitement began to build.

“Travel far and travel wide, travel the dense forests until you find

The meadow of destiny, in which your soul will finally bind

When the first light of the sun pierces dawn’s early gloom,

In the spring when the earth’s warmth first starts to bloom

As the golden light shimmers through the magical glade,

Follow the rainbow of colors, it will lead to your destined maid.

Small she will be, bathed in the warm sunlight she will glow

Awaiting your touch, your love, your passion to grow

Sweeten your offer with both pleasure and desire,

Her soul, to you, will bond with love’s sweet fire.”

Aureus felt his heart stand still for a moment as he touched briefly on the mind of a young rabbit. The youngling’s thoughts were erratic, but he caught snippets like “two-legs” and “golden hair”. Maneuvering himself with care around the small clearing, he closed the distance between him and the little creature. His footfalls were quiet and methodical as he covered the area, pausing occasionally to get his bearings and make sure he hadn’t scared it away. He sent pulses of tender emotive magic out from him to let the animals close by understand that he meant them no harm.

As he was circling the meadow, he watched as the sun rose a bit higher, changing the effect of its light on the mist. Right before his eyes, an explosion of color appeared to descend from the heavens in a concentrated beam. Aureus knelt when he reached the other side of the glade, and his excitement soared as he seperated the thick foliage in front of him. He held his breath as the thick leaves parted, and he got his first glimpse of the diminutive beauty he’d been searching for all these long years.

His gaze hungrily devoured her delicate features, surprised to find that she was less than a foot tall. Liquid gold spilled from her brow in long waves, partially obscuring his view of her nude form. Long lashes gracefully fluttered on high cheekbones as she swayed with the notes straining from the small instrument cradled in her hands. Tiny fingers plucked the strings effortlessly, and the musical tune drifting from the strings tugged at his heart with its simple beauty. He could barely see the perky tips of her breasts peaking from beneath her long hair, and on an impulse, sent his magic unfurling toward her with a gentle breath.

**********

She wasn’t consciously dancing to the music pouring from her fingertips, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own. Lyris closed her eyes in pure joy as she frolicked in the meadow, moving to the notes floating through the stillness. The warmth of the sun on her face, the beauty of the colors surrounding her, and the serenity in the glade called to the depths of her little leprechaun heart. The magic of spring was all around her; she could almost feel the earth coming to life beneath her bare toes, and she was determined to celebrate its rebirth.

Her sensitive skin shivered in the crisp morning air as her feet beat a cadence on the earth. A small breeze caressed her torso, and she opened her eyes in surprise as her nipples suddenly tightened. This breath of air wasn’t like the rest, it was full of warmth and tingled with magic. It swirled around her, spreading heat everywhere it touched her skin. Her long hair began to move over her shoulders, uncovering her breasts, and her mouth parted in wonder as it grazed across her hardened buds. Her lyre forgotten, it slipped from her fingers as she lifted her hands to her chest.

Lyris couldn’t stop the soft moan that escaped her lips when she cupped her breasts in her hands. Her fingertips grazed the taut peaks, and her knees were suddenly weak as feelings she’d never experienced before coursed through her. As she squeezed them with a gentle touch, the thrill of her own touch forced her back to arch and her eyes to flutter closed.  The warm breeze continued to surround her, brushing her skin, igniting a fire deep within her that she had no idea how to smother.

**********

She was the one.

He knew it as soon as she reacted to his magic, when she detected the change in the air. Aureus saw the truth before him as pleasure flushed across her skin at the gentle caress. The desire of a female leprechaun could only be awakened by the touch of their true love, their true mate; the exquisite little creature trembling before him was definitely responding to his presence. His heart relaxed into a deep, steady rhythm as he allowed the truth of that realization to wash over him.

Standing before him was the other half of his soul.

His breath caught as the magic he’d sent to her brushed her long hair back across her shoulders, and her beautiful breasts came into view. He watched as she caressed herself, her face a myriad of emotions as she began experiencing the pleasure of touch. Aureus dragged his eyes away from her for just a moment as he cast his gaze around her surroundings, searching for other natural things to increase her stimulation. His eyes glinted with mischief as he twirled his fingers in the air.

Several long strands of spider web began inching their way toward the tiny leprechaun. A large leaf floated silently up behind her; as she jumped in surprise at the feel of the web on her wrists, the leaf scooped her up, lifting her in the air. The golden web threads wound quickly around her wrists, her ankles, and her knees as the leaf tilted back. As they tightened, her wrists were raised above her head, and her knees were gently spread apart and lifted.  Moving before she could get her bearings back, Aureus’s quick chant created a golden feather and sent it to stroke her soft skin.

**********

Drifting in a haze of sensual delight, Lyris was completely unprepared to be swept off of her feet. She squealed in alarm as her feet were scooped off the ground, and wiggled fiercely as the soft bands encircled her limbs and held her immobile. The bonds were gentle, but their strength undeniable as they spread her knees apart and raised her ankles; she flushed in embarrassment at being displayed so openly. For some reason she couldn’t explain, being restrained in such a manner sent a rush of heat through her body.

Her bright green eyes scanned the clearing frantically, searching for the culprit responsible. Her body froze as she locked onto a pair of eyes watching her that she hadn’t noticed before. The color of warm honey, they shone with love and compassion; the intensity and hunger with which they gazed upon her naked display made her stomach flutter. Those eyes were framed by long, sandy brown lashes, and a masculine face so beautiful she was sure she must be dreaming.  The blonde highlights in his hair picked up the rays of the sun, and it seemed as though an aura of light surrounded him with its sweet glow.

Even though she was seeing him for the first time, she could feel the hot rush of desire spiral deep inside, and suddenly she felt dampness between her thighs. She couldn’t look away from his chiseled features as a golden feather suddenly appeared in front of her and floated toward her prone form. Her body arched against its constraints at the first brush of that gentle entity against her over sensitized skin. Soft moans escaped between her full lips as the tip of the feather traced her slender neck, moving slowly down her chest. Her moans became louder as it circled first one plump breast, concentrating on the painfully hard nub at its peak, and then the other.

Her breathing erratic, she tried to focus on him; the lust in his eyes fueling her own passion as the feather teased her to greater heights. Finally, she couldn’t help closing her eyes as the feather lightly grazed against the golden curls between her thighs for the first time. Overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, she felt it pry its way between the folds of her innocent pussy. As it picked up speed, and began a relentless assault on her secret places, she tossed her head from side to side in mindless pleasure.

**********

The sound of her musical voice and her cries of passion were wreaking havoc on his system. He kept his eyes trained on her as he watched her body stiffen, her pleasured scream shattering the peace of the surrounding glade. He allowed the leaf to lower her to the ground as she strained against the bonds when the waves of her very first orgasm consumed her. It appeared to be endless as her body convulsed, her impassioned voice slamming his gut with desire as he felt his loins begin to tighten.

As her juices flowed from between her thighs, her entire body began to glow. Aureus watched as each wave of her orgasm appeared to make a significant transformation in her. She was growing with each pulse of pleasure that ripped through her. His breath caught as he started unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes riveted to her body as she writhed. Tearing the shirt from his shoulders, he fumbled with the fastenings on his breeches, finally getting the drawstring undone so they could fall to the ground.

He lingered at the edge of the clearing, feeling his manhood swelling in response to her mewling sounds of passion. He twirled his fingers in the air, swirling his magic around her and continuing her sweet torment. He pushed her relentlessly through her first orgasm into another, and began the ancient chant that had been taught to him:

“Sweet maid of the meadow, so beautiful and pure

Is your body tempted by my passion, my lure?

Your heart has been calling to me, for many long years…

I’ve ached to hold you, and comfort your fears.

My soul is unfinished, today I stake my claim;

Accept my soul bond, maiden…tell me your name!”

Aureus held his breath, and waited.  Afraid she hadn’t heard him, he repeated the chant again.

**********

She was delirous…so many sensations washing over her, overwhelming her. She screamed as she crashed towards another orgasm, but this time it was different. Her pleasure didn’t crest, didn’t give her the satisfaction she was craving. She needed something more. She needed…she didn’t KNOW what she needed! Her hands balled up into fists as she moaned in frustration.

In the throes of her passion, she heard a deep voice speaking softly near her. She strained to hear what he was saying. The baritone notes of his musical voice teased her senses, and sent a thrill straight to her core. She couldn’t concentrate, not with this need flowing through her; her hands grasping, her hips flexing, her heels churning against the ground as she writhed in delicious torment. She gasped as her eyes shot open, as she finally heard his words.

Her soul-mate? She forced her mind to focus, and looked for those honey colored eyes. Where only a face had been lurking before, she found a rugged mountain of a man instead. His eyes glowed with the magic pulsing through him, his nakedness matching her own as he stood proudly before her. The sun gleamed off of his bronze skin, his eyes challenging her to resist him. Muscles taut, he displayed for her everything he had to give as he repeated the chant once more. Her eyes widened and she glanced down as his monstrous manhood throbbed in front of him. Her body screamed out for him. Was he what she needed, what she craved?

She closed her eyes as his magic surrounded her again, the waves of pleasure threatening to drown her. Again, it pulled back just as she neared her completion, making her desperate for release. Her eyes flashed back to him, and she saw that he had moved closer to her. He held his hand toward her, palm facing her with his fingertips to the sky. Unable to resist him, she raised her hand toward him.

“My name is Lyris,” she moaned softly.

**********

As the words left her lips, golden streaks of light leapt from her fingertips directly to his hand. Aureus found himself being pulled toward her, the gravitational force too great to resist even if he’d wanted to. He stepped toward the now fully grown leprechaun, and the magic pulled their hands together. At the first touch of their fingertips, they both groaned in unison as desired slammed into them, and he fell to his knees before her. Gazing into her bottomless green eyes, he felt compelled to answer the plea he found there.

Tugging on her hand, he gently pulled her up to him; his long fingers sliding from between her own as he slid them into her silky tresses instead. Wrapping his hand in her long hair, he pulled her face up to him, and with a strangled moan, claimed her pouting lips with his own. His lips were hot, his tongue demanding as he forced his way into her sweetness. Her taste intoxicated him, and he drank his fill from her soft lips as her moans whispered against him.

Forcing control on himself proved unbearably hard, but he was determined to make the claiming of his mate last for a little while longer. Pulling her head back, he gently kissed down her jaw, tracing the hollow of her slender neck. She cried out, gripping his shoulders as his lips found her painfully hard nipple and sucked it into his mouth. His heat seared into her as he licked at the sensitive nub, lathing it with his tongue as he rolled the other one between his hard fingers. Unable to deny his woman any longer, he released her breasts from his torment, and traced his way down her soft stomach.

“Please,” she whispered, her fingers curling and uncurling against the palms of her hands. Her hips pressed up against his chest as he began his descent; his heat between her thighs both soothed her and made her frantic at the same time. He gently kissed the soft swell of her tummy as he slid his fingers underneath her. The heavy muscles in his back flexed as he raised back up to his knees, his powerful hands gripping her hips. With a hungry growl, he lifted her to his face, pulling her aching pussy up to his lips.

She cried out as his tongue delved between her folds, the soft curls parting easily beneath his starving onslaught. Her knees over his shoulders, he could feel her heels digging into his back as she pushed her hips up to him. Her breath came out in little pants as he plunged his tongue inside her, stretching her, sucking out her sweet nectar. He growled against her, the vibration against her sensitive lips pulling a deep moan from her. She was so close to the edge now, so very close to oblivion.

Pulling his tongue from her, he ran it slowly up her wet slit, all the way through her folds. Lingering there, he found the little bundle of nerves he was searching for, and sucked it gently into his mouth. Her thighs clamped around his head, he could feel her body begin to stiffen as her release drew near. Pulling his head from between her thighs, he lowered her hips back to the ground, his mouth still working its magic on her nether lips. As her moans changed, the pitch rising as her fever grew, he quickly pulled his mouth away from her, and crawled up her body.

Sweat beaded on his brow as he struggled to be gentle with her. Her needy moans and her sweet taste had just about pushed him beyond his limits. She was so close to her orgasm that she was writhing beneath him, her firm curves pressing against him with every flex of her hips. Bracing himself on one hand as he loomed over her, Aureus reached down and wrapped the other around his throbbing hardness. She bucked her hips, and he had to grit his teeth hard to keep from exploding as her sweet pussy rubbed against his fingers.

Her words were completely incoherent as she felt something nudging against her aching center. Mindlessly, Lyris pressed her hips off the ground, instinctively searching for something to fill her emptiness.  She could feel his hard body pressing against her, and lifted her legs, locking her ankles around his back and she struggled to reach him. She moaned against his lips as he answered her plea, leaning down to her as he once again claimed her lips with his own.

Rubbing the head of his pulsing hardness up and down her slit and spreading her juices down his shaft, Aureus deepened the kiss. The next time she pulled away from him, he aimed himself carefully. When she bucked her hips against him again, he slid his throbbing cock into her moist heat with one deep stroke, feeling her entire body stiffen against him as he thrust through her innocence. His self control slipped hard as he swallowed her scream of pain. He felt her pussy walls clamp around him, and forced himself to move inside her. He flexed his hips and slowly persuaded her tightness to stretch for him with deep thrusts. He loved her gently as he could, his urgency increasing as he felt her begin to push against him again, and felt her moan against his lips.

He could feel the inferno building inside him as her tight sheath caressed his massive length. Reaching between them again, he released her lips and gazed at her beautiful face. His fingers dipped between her folds, finding the little nub nestled there. He pulled and tugged it, rolling it between his fingers as he fucked her with long, deep thrusts. His tempo increased until his balls began slapping on her ass, the heat between them almost unbearable.

“My name is Aureus,” he murmured huskily as his loins tightened. “Scream for me, little one.”

He sucked her hard nipple into his mouth as her orgasm finally crashed over her. She screamed his name as her body seized around him. He thrust into her deeply, her tight walls clenching around his hard cock. Feeling her cum around him triggered his own release, and a deep roar burst from his chest as his manhood began spurting into her womb. Thick ropes of hot cum splashed inside her as his cock pulsed, the hot jets triggering another explosion inside of her. Wave after wave, the pleasure crashed over them as they moaned and writhed together, feeding off of each other’s satisfaction.

Hearts thundering together, they lay with their legs entwined as they finally began to recover. Lyris, barely able to lift her heavy lashes, gazed up at her soul-mate in wonder. The love shining in his gaze took her breath away, what little she had left.

“Aureus,” she whispered, watching as his eyes lit up at hearing his name come across her lips.

“Yes, my love?”

“What does your name mean?” she asked, her natural curiosity coming to life in their lovemaking’s natural afterglow.

Aureus chuckled as he looked down into her crystal emerald eyes, and replied, “It means The Golden One. I was named in the old language, many years ago.”

How perfect, thought the sleepy leprechaun as she snuggled against her mate’s warmth. How utterly perfect that in a golden meadow, under the golden sun, a little leprechaun should find her soul-mate with a name of gold.