Winter Spire: Tiny Temptation Page 6

  “Do you want to head down to the pool?” asked Shane. “There are a couple of pretty housewives going for a late night swim. It could be fun…”

  Felix chuckled, controlling his emotions.

  “Yeah,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

  CHAPTER 11

  Felix walked down several flights of stairs with “Shane”, making pleasant, pointless small talk, the type that his real friend would have never bothered to indulge in. Shane walked even with him, and Felix worked to keep it that way, never letting his back be exposed to attack.

  “Oh, shoot,” said Felix, as they passed by the ground floor. “I think I forgot something earlier.”

  Shane shot him a suspicious look, but followed as Felix pushed through the door, into the lobby. Felix didn’t have much of a plan beyond his first impulse, which was to get Jesamar out of the tower. He knew that he could do it, however, if he was careful and willing to endure the cold.

  “You’re headed toward the entrance,” said Shane. “What exactly, did you forget?”

  “One of my gloves,” said Felix. “You remember. The ones Dani lent me.”

  He looked at Shane suspiciously, waiting for a response. Shane nodded slowly.

  “Come on, it should be right outside.” Felix turned the handle of the door and set his weight into pulling it open. Freezing cold air hit him in a singular blast, cold enough to make him wince. He gestured toward Shane, making sure his companion followed him to the side, rather than to the back.

  The Northern Lights were out in full effect, with fantastic color splashed across the sky in a distinctly psychedelic fashion. Neon greens and blues were set in an overlay across the shining stars and the silver, mostly full moon. Felix only took a glance at it before turning his attention back to where it needed to be, and the life and death situation he was toying with.

  “There is no glove out here, is there?” Shane smiled at him knowingly.

  “Of course there isn’t, Jesamar,” said Felix. “But you knew that already. And I’m sure this is close to what you wanted in the first place.”

  Shane’s form glowed for a moment, and the purple haired, buxom figure of Jesamar stood in his place, clad in a leather miniskirt and a red tank top. It was deathly cold out, and her breasts provided even more evidence of that fact.

  “So this is you plan?” asked Jesamar, crossing her arms and shivering. “To freeze me to death?”

  Felix smiled and let out a low laugh. He’d done a lot of thinking in the downtime he’d spent outside Stella’s apartment, primarily about himself, and the facts he’d been avoiding for days. He wasn’t a human anymore, not by most definitions. He was wolfbound, and with that came certain advantages.

  He took a deep breath, letting himself fall into the vaguely trancelike state needed to reach out and seize his abilities by the scruff. He felt his body changing, hair coming into form, legs and arms shifting into a new configuration. Most importantly, he felt the cold fading into a background annoyance, rather than the constant, chilling bite that it had been only moments before.

  “You fool!” screamed Jesamar. “This is your plan? To fight me on favorable grounds?”

  She let out a cackle through chattering teeth and waved a hand through the air. A gout of fire erupted in Felix’s direction, and only by pouncing out of the way with his newly enhanced wolf reflexes was he able to keep himself from becoming a hot dog.

  He ran on all fours, feeling the strong muscles of his body, feet crackling against the frozen top layer of snow with each step. His thoughts were a fog of instincts and urges. He wanted to kill Jesamar, to taste her blood, and yet at the same time, he wanted to pin her down underneath him, to transform back into human form and mount her with all the passion he could summon.

  Jesamar leapt forward, shifting into her own fighting form. Her pale, petite, good looks were replaced by the shape and features of a hulking ogress, seven feet tall at least, with cordlike muscles and hard eyes.

  She swung her hands at Felix as he moved forward to snap his teeth at her; each one leaving trails of fire in its wake. The smell of singed fur filled the air. Felix pulled out of his lunge, rolling through the cold snow to keep himself from going up in flames.

  Jesamar followed after him, attacking with a few quick punches. One of them collided with Felix’s head, stunning him and causing him to lose focus. He scrambled backward, an involuntary whimper escaping his throat.

  “It’s not too late,” said Jesamar, her voice now deep and unappealing. “Join with me, Felix. We could show kindness to the people of the tower. To your friends, even.”

  Felix let out a snarl. He staggered back onto his paws. Jesamar stood ready, her posture threatening another fire attack.

  A large cloud slowly slipped in front of the moon, dimming the light of the night by just enough to be noticeable. Felix felt his focus waver slightly. He didn’t understand his beast form well enough to transform into it without the direct influence of the moon.

  He felt the fur slowly disappearing, melting away into light as his bones and features shifted back to normal. He was crouched down against the snow, and he was unbelievably cold. Jesamar let out a sound of triumph and moved forward, readying a blow that he had no hope of defending against.

  A noise came from the door of the tower behind her. Felix looked up in time to see a massive blast of pink energy slam into Jesamar from behind, knocking her forward and directly into Felix.

  He hit the ground with her, wincing as the subzero snow left cold burns on his exposed hands. Stella stood just outside the tower, glaring at Jesamar and brandishing her staff.

  “Felix!” she shouted. “Get away from her!”

  Felix didn’t need to be asked twice. He staggered to his feet and hurried toward Stella, moving more slowly than he would have liked. The cold had taken its toll on his body, stiffening his joints and numbing his extremities.

  “This isn’t over, Stella!” screamed Jesamar. “I’m not giving up this town that easily!”

  “It’s not your town to give up,” said Stella, a dangerous tone entering her voice.

  Jesamar snarled and leaped off into the shadowy night. Felix stumbled the last few steps over to Stella, who immediately slung her arm under his shoulders and pulled him through the door.

  “Are you out of your mind?” she snapped. “I told you to guard the door!”

  “The spell…” muttered Felix, his lips moving sluggishly. “She showed up as Shane. I… couldn’t let her get inside, to get to you and Dani.”

  Stella frowned at him, but her expression was soft, with a hint of appreciation in it.

  “Let’s get you upstairs,” she said. “And into a warm bed.”

  CHAPTER 12

  “Are you out of your mind? Or just trying to get yourself killed?”

  Stella pushed Felix down onto the couch in her apartment roughly. He landed within inches of Dani, still tiny and still wearing her newly crafted red dress.

  “I…” Felix hesitated, trying to speak through chattering teeth. “I didn’t… have a choice.”

  “Anybody could have looked out their window and seen you, seen a fucking werewolf, fighting outside.” Stella ran her fingers over her temples and slowly shook her head. “And you have no idea how dangerous it is for you to give into your abilities like that.”

  Felix didn’t say anything to that, and found that it was too hard for him to even form the words. He was well on the way to being hypothermic. All he wanted to do was lie down and go to sleep.

  “Dani…” he said, finally steadying his lips. “The spell didn’t work?”

  “I had to stop halfway through to go and save you!” shouted Stella. “And now I have to take more time away from it to warm you up and make sure you don’t die.”

  She grabbed Felix roughly by the collar of his shirt and pulled him to his feet, leading him into her room, like a mother leading an unruly child. Dani made a noise, and Felix could make out her tiny words as she reacted to her mothe
r’s anger.

  “Mom!” she shouted. “Hold on! Wait a second!”

  Stella slammed the door to her room shut and let out a frustrated breath. She met Felix’s eyes and nodded to the bed.

  “Clothes off,” she said. “And get under the covers.”

  Felix shook his head. He felt so tired, but it was hard to move, hard to think. He wasn’t sure he’d heard her clearly.

  “What?” he managed.

  “Strip out of your clothes and climb into my bed,” said Stella, through clenched teeth. “Now.”

  Felix dumbly started pulling his t-shirt off, the process made more difficult by the lack of sensation in his limbs. There was something about it that felt unnatural, beyond what even the harshness of the frozen Alaskan tundra should have been able to do.

  “Jesamar stole some of your energy during the fight with a cold hex,” said Stella. “You were too busy howling at the moon to notice. She’s going to be stronger than ever now, and after my attack, and what I have to do now, I’ll be weakened.”

  “What… are you talking about?” Felix had his jeans off, and hesitated, figuring he’d leave his boxers on. Stella stomped over to him and pulled them down roughly, exposing him and paying little mind to his nudity.

  “You’re going to be stuck like this unless I give you some of my magical energy,” said Stella. “Like this, or maybe even worse. We’re going to have to…”

  She frowned, hesitating at the last words that would have finished her sentence. She blushed slightly.

  “God,” she muttered. “And you’re still doing it. Without even noticing. It’s even affecting me now.”

  “Stella,” said Felix. “I’m… so tired.”

  “Then why don’t you get into bed?” She smiled at him, and there was a bit of endearing mischief in her expression. “I’ll be joining you shortly.”

  Felix moved slowly, climbing under the sheets of Stella’s bed, collapsing into the soft mattress. He’d been sleeping on couches and in his van for so long that he’d almost forgotten what it felt like.

  Stella disappeared into her closet for a moment, returning with a small stick of incense, which she slipped into a stone holder and lit the tip of. The smoke smelled strange, definitely supernatural, with impossible scents of pine and citrus.

  Felix heard Stella undressing. He watched her out of half shut eyes, dimly aware of what was happening. A moment later, her warm, naked body joined him under the folds of the bed. Felix made a surprised, but not altogether displeased noise.

  “Shh…” said Stella. “Just relax.”

  She ran her hand across his chest and stomach, lingering just above his crotch. Felix had been attracted to Stella since the first moment he’d laid eyes on her. His body shook a little with horny anticipation.

  “I’m going to need your help over the next few days,” whispered Stella. “It’s going to be hard, Felix.”

  Her hand slipped down a little further, her fingers tracing a line directly toward his erection. He turned his head to look at her. Only Stella’s head poked out above the sheets, the rest of her hidden underneath.

  “You’re stronger than I realized,” said Stella. “Even now, I can feel the strength of your beast blood.”

  Stella bit her lip, and Felix felt her hand close around his cock. She didn’t start stroking. She just let her hand be there. It was a horribly pleasurable form of torture.

  “And I have my magic,” whispered Stella. “I can’t imagine how turned on you could make a normal woman. You’ll have to learn to control it, eventually.”

  “Stella…” whispered Felix. He felt her hand start to move, start to play.

  “But for tonight,” she whispered. “It suits our agenda well enough. Makes this… a little easier.”

  She pressed herself forward against him. Felix felt her big boobs pushing against his chest, soft and warm. Felix leaned into Stella, letting his hand run up her side. She continued stroking his cock, moving her hand gently and calmly.

  “I’ve been studying lust magic for decades now,” whispered Stella. “There is something to be said for the strength and virility of the spirit of a young man.”

  Stella’s hips moved forward slightly, just far enough for Felix’s cock to poke against her. She pulled back immediately, keeping a careful hold over her impulses.

  “That’s probably why Jesamar was so eager to get to you,” said Stella. “She probably wanted to take you in alive. To use you, for her purposes.”

  Felix felt his thoughts flick to the purple haired shapeshifter. He’d already had an intimate, albeit aggressive encounter with her a couple of days ago. The idea of having more of her, being her willing partner, was admittedly, a little enticing.

  Stella gave his cock a small squeeze, as if pulling his attention back to where it was really needed. She brought her lips in close to Felix’s, but she didn’t kiss him. Instead, she just licked her lips and continued stroking him off.

  Her hand was unbelievably soft, soft enough to make Felix wonder if there was magic in the simple movements. His cock dribbled precum, and Stella ran her thumb across it, as though working it into the fold of what her dirty fingers were doing.

  She shifted underneath the blankets after a moment. Felix felt her body sliding across him. He looked down to try to get a sense of what she was doing, but the room was too dark. Suddenly, he felt his cock slide into something soft, warm, and strangely dry. He blinked as Stella moved and pleasure pulsed through him.

  “Shh…” whispered Stella. Her breath tickled the bottom of Felix’s shaft, and he realized in an instant that his cock was sandwiched in between Stella’s big, beautiful boobs. He let out a moan and leaned his head back.

  He didn’t care about the cold hex, or whatever Stella had called it. He didn’t care about what had happened that night, or what would happen the next morning. In that moment, all Felix cared about was getting off, blowing his load, and celebrating the dirty things Stella was doing to him.

  “Don’t move,” whispered Stella. “This is hard for me to do without accidentally-“

  Felix bucked his hips involuntarily, pushed into motion by pleasure. He felt the tip of his cock brush against something soft and wet, and Stella made a surprised noise.

  “You cretin,” she muttered. She pulled back, and disappointment flooded over Felix.

  Stella shifted again, returning to using her hands as she repositioned her body on top of his. She pinned Felix’s cock against his stomach, and then lowered herself over it, letting her hot, naked cunt slide against lengthwise, instead of into her. It was exactly what Sister Catherine had also done, or tried to do, before their encounter had devolved into horny, mindless fucking.

  “Oh,” said Stella. “There… just… seriously don’t move, this time.”

  There was a slight undertone of worry in her voice, mixed with something sensual and a little desperate. Stella took a deep breath and slowly began to move her hips, grinding herself into Felix.

  It was an unbelievable sensation. Stella was clearly turned on, just judging from the heat and slickness of her pussy. She slid easily across his shaft. Felix watched her silhouette moving over him, the outline of her breasts jiggling and bouncing, her hair falling wildly across her shoulders.

  It was as close to sex as he’d ever gotten with Stella, and probably ever would get. It felt dirty and borderline taboo. Stella had taken him into her home and cared for him, a surrogate of a mother if there ever was one. Felix felt his face flush at the thought and pushed it out of his head.

  She was just an older woman, he told himself. A responsible, kind, completely naked older woman, sliding herself on his cock at an angle mere inches removed from penetration. Felix groaned and ran his hands up her sides, letting them come to rest on her breasts.

  It seemed for a moment as though Stella would knock them away, but instead, she tilted her head back and let out an aroused gasp. She began bucking against Felix’s cock faster, at a specific angle. She was enjoying i
t, clearly, and Felix was right there with her. He shifted, letting his cock slide out from under her for split second before spearing back in, and…

  And he was inside. It was a sensation mind blowing in its intensity, laced with magic that went far beyond what Felix could understand. He let out a cry of pure ecstasy as pleasure washed over him, became all of who and what he was. Stella clamped a hand over his mouth forcefully.

  “You… shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, still moving her hips with his cock inside her. “Oh, Felix… you really shouldn’t have done that.”

  She slid her pussy up and down, her body quivering, reflecting what Felix felt. Finally, after what must have been at least ten solid bounces, she pulled back, letting Felix’s cock pop out. Stella reached her hand out, gave it a final squeeze, and Felix began to cum.

  IT felt different than usual. There had been something inside of him, something that Stella had leached out through the act, almost as though she’d drained out the insidious magic of Jesamar. She held the head of his cock into a towel as he blew his load, still clear minded enough to think of the condition of her bed.

  “There,” said Stella. “You should be feeling a little more capable now.”

  Felix nodded.

  “Yeah,” he said. “What the hell… did she do to me?”

  “A cold hex,” said Stella. “It’s a magic spell that drains your fatigue by making you more vulnerable to the cold, and gives the energy it takes back to the caster.”

  Felix shook his head slowly.

  “Thank you,” he said. “And, uh, sorry… about, well, you know.”

  Stella was standing next to the bed. She crossed her arms across her silhouetted, naked form and leaned back against the wall.

  “It’s okay,” she said. “We didn’t have any other choice. You were just… excited. Jumped the gun, a little.”

  Her chest was heaving up and down, taking deep breaths. Felix could tell from her body language that her mind was still on sex, and felt a guilty horniness come over him, even as sexually exhausted as he was.