Authors: Christine Peterson
They didn’t say anything at all, they just kept looking at the sky that was completely spotless. Ralph looked at Tara and could see the reflection of the sky in her blue eyes. He knew that he could admire her beauty and could look at her for the rest of his life. In each other, they found an entire world. They didn’t want to let go. They didn’t want to get up. They wanted to be like that forever.
Tara looked at Ralph lying beside her and gazed at his dick. He was still hard and it pleased her to know how much he wanted her.
“I have barely met you, but I know we have a connection that dates back to old times. Do you feel a pull too, Ralph?”
“Every time you utter my name, it feels different. I feel like I have waited all my life to meet you. The moment I touched you, I felt something inside me move. Wolves are by nature wanderers. We spend all our lives moving from one place to other and we don’t settle, but when I looked at your face, all I see is home.”
Tara knew that she was beautiful. She had a mystical air doing its magic for her, but somehow she had never felt as beautiful as Ralph made her feel. There is something truly endearing about romantic words which are spoken right from the bottom of your heart.
When she looked at Ralph, she knew that he meant every word of what he spoke and her heart melted. She was feeling mushy and she pressed her soft breasts against his muscular chest and kissed his lips one more time, locking the two of them in the perfect posture.
His long dick brushed her soft wet spot as his chest bumped on her breast and their lips danced to the tune of love. They didn’t need to move or take a specific position as they were perfectly entwined with each other. In her magical garden, Tara knew that she had been touched by the charm of love. Wasn’t it an inevitable thing for her to fall for a werewolf after the legacy of her mother? She could feel her mother smiling down at her and being happy at having found her true destiny too.
“I love you, Ralph.”
For a moment, Ralph didn’t say anything and Tara's heart skipped a beat as she wondered if she had been a bit too quick to pop the L bomb. She thought of a hundred different things and her heart was saddened at the thought of rushing things too quickly. She wondered if she should apologize, but even before she could think of saying something, Ralph smiled at her and as he kissed her forehead, he said, “I love you too, Tara Miles. There is no one I would rather be with. You are the reason for my existence now. The blood pounding inside my body belongs to you.”
Tara heaved a sigh of relief and blushed at the beauty of the words. Even with a tremendous amount of magic, her life had seemed empty up till now. Now, she realized why we must wait for good things to happen.
“Sometimes when things are so good, I get scared. I am a witch but I have never been touched so fiercely by the magic of love. It is scaring me because I can’t imagine not being with you” Tara whispered slowly.
Ralph knew that their confluence wasn’t the most normal thing. He knew that the road ahead might be full of too many speed breakers and they can face their share of troubles. But, in the end, they would fight against all odds if it meant that they could be with each other.
“Look at me Tara. See in my eyes. Let them speak to you, don’t you think I will fight for you, for us. I know everything has been really quick and we might not know a lot of secrets, but we have the rest of our lives for it. I want to be involved with each and every aspect of your life. I would fight for you because I believe that you and I are meant to be an ‘us’ not just for today or tomorrow but longer than any realm of time could ever measure.”
“Were you always so romantic? God, I will die of this sweetness.”
Ralph chuckled as he had never been so romantic. Heck, he wasn’t even cheesy, but there was something about Tara that made him extremely romantic.
“You bring out the best in me baby.”
“I want to stay like this for the rest of my life.”
“In the garden, draped in each other’s arms and kissing the shit out of one another?”
“Yes, yes and a yes.”
“I am yes for the idea. I have no objection.”
Tara smiled and kissed him on the nose. “You are such a bad boy. We need to get up. You know we can’t just lie here all the time. You need to heal yourself completely and we will figure out a plan for the rest of our life. Are you ready to settle here?”
“I am ready to settle wherever you want me to. As long as I have you by my side, I don’t care which part of the world I am living in.”
Tara once again had the strong urge to ask Ralph about his pack. She wanted to know about all those things which he had done before she found him. She wanted to know if he had even dated someone, how the experience was if he still missed his old flames and more.
In the land of witches, it was believed that if you found true love, you will never reminisce of your ex. It was one of the most powerful ways of determining the depth of your love. She wanted to know if Ralph had regrets or he missed his old flames. She didn’t want to chain Ralph, but even as she asked herself this, she knew that Ralph had given him a complete part of his heart and he was wholeheartedly in love with her. Maybe, that is all we truly seek from life.
“What makes your blue eyes reflect the green tinge?”
“I have been wondering how I got so lucky. If I hadn’t found you on my porch, we would have never met. Have you ever wondered at how some little bumps on the road of life end up changing who we are and what we feel? We had no mutual connections. We may have never met. We might have lived our separate lives and never knew about each other if the hunters hadn’t shot you down and you hadn’t come to my porch.
Life is so profound and deep and there is certainly a larger power that governs everything. Today, I want to thank that power for bringing you to me.”
Ralph looked at Tara and realized that she was one of those witches who could spot goodness in everything. She didn’t want to take any credit and was always willing to walk the extra mile. She could have left him unattended, but she had taken him in without any question and she had opened not just the doors of her home, but also the doors of her heart.
“Tara, did you ever think why you were the one chosen to be bestowed with magic?”
“No, there is nothing to think about it. I got magic from my mom who got it from her mom. I come from a lineage of magic. My ancestors have all been witches.”
“You are so silly. You wanted to thank the greater power for helping you find me, but what you fail to see is that true magic lies inside your heart. You have profound love to share. You opened the doors of your home to a complete stranger who might have harmed you. You barely know anything about me, but you opened your body to me and now you have opened your heart to me too. This is what we call as magic. Magic isn’t always levitating in the air or healing wounds which medical science would fail to do so. Magic is the beauty of the heart which helps people see roses in gardens where there are no flowers. You are magic darling.”
Tara blushed again. It looked like it would be one of those days which she would never forget. There were too many amazing memories. To find someone who could compliment you day and night and who could sing you songs of love and see the best in you.
The world is often a cruel place and we spend a large part of our life drifting apart and not caring about those who stand by us. Ralph made Tara realize that it is upon her to make her life count. She had been happy, but there was emptiness in her life, a kind of emptiness that had made her heart ache for a body.
She knew it wasn’t just sex because she has had some amazing sex before too, but to find someone who could conjure a magic in your heart was something she hadn't experienced before. She knew some of the best spells which could make partners horny and give them an out of the box sexual drive, but she didn’t have to play any of this charm.
“What do you think about the union of a werewolf and a witch? Do you think we make a good pair?” she asked Ralph.
“What makes you ask that? I think love is powerful mad magical and it doesn’t follow the realms of the background of a person.”
“My mom was a witch and she had fallen in love with a werewolf. Their love was extremely POSEIDONate and even today; she had set the highest standard for love. They were literally conjoined between a single soul, and were inseparable. I come from some very high standard of love and I wonder if we can live up to that!”
“You don’t need to set any bar or surpass anyone. Our love will be epic for us and I think that is all that matters.”
Tara hugged him and pressed her soft body against his hardness. She loved Ralph to pieces. It was as if he was someone who was crafted with perfection in mind. There wasn’t one wrong thing about him. She wanted to hold onto him and never let him go, no matter how hard life may get.
They stayed like that for a long time, talking about the lives they had and the things they would like to do. They spoke about a lot of mundane things and even how they perceived humans.
As it was time to get up, Ralph seamlessly converted back to his wolf form as it would speed up his healing process. Ralph, the wolf, looked at Tara and signaled. As a witch, she could make out what he meant and she sat on his body. The wolf was enormous and his body was pulsing. She let her hands roam over his thick black fur and the touch of Tara’s finger made him give a soft moan. It wasn't the howl of a wolf, but the sound of someone touched POSEIDONately by love.
Tara softly planted a kiss on his thick fur and licked the places where there were marks of his wounds. Her magical saliva on the tongue savored the skin and Tara wanted to envelop her body with the wolf. She clasped his back tight and lied down on his back letting her vagina touch the thick fur.
Ralph kept moaning and purring like a little cat and Tara loved the way his body was reacting to her touch.
He slowly went inside her little home and she got down from his body. She helped him get on the bed and then draped a blanket over him while kissing him on the forehead. She used her witchcraft skills to let him sleep easily and then slept beside him, still naked and wanting his body.
A month passed like this. They developed a routine of their own. Ralph had healed completely and could make easy and quick transitions. He used to go out in the morning as a human and he even picked a part time job. Tara went on doing her usual chores and they both came back home early evening wherein they used to make love and defy the rules of nature with their incredible orgasms. Tara’s face glowed like she was the fucking sun every time Ralph made her come.
Life looked perfect and there was nothing that seemed to be wrong. However, Tara often felt a little restless and she was anxious most of the times.
“Ralph, promise me you will be careful.”
“Why do you always tell me this? What gets you so worried?”
“As a witch, we can sense energy in a psychic way. I can sense some forewarning, even though I am not fully trained to see what these events will be. But, I can sense negativity in the air. I fear there is something about to happen which doesn’t look to be very rosy.”
“Don’t worry babe. I have you. I am healed now. Nothing would happen to me. Stop worrying so much. You should smile. I love the way your face lights up. It makes my life complete.”
“You are such a poet.”
“Didn't you hear of the saying that 'at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.’?”
“Damn you, making me mushy early in the morning. I want to shag you right now.”
“I am at your service, ma’am.”
Tara laughed and then pressed her body against him. He stole some endless kisses and traveled from her lips to her breast and sucked them even without undressing her. He let his fingers roam over the breast and started rubbing them fervently. She could feel them getting erected. He didn’t even need to touch her skin to skin to arouse her. Ralph knew all the secrets of her body and he truly worshiped her body in a way no one else could.
He then pushed his hand beneath her short skirt and found that she hadn’t worn any panties.
“Mmm, so someone is feeling really naughty. You had already planned to seduce me, didn’t you?”
“I figured it would be a great way to begin my day.”
Ralph let his fingers stay over her wet flesh and he played a symphony on the soft tissue. He didn't push his fingers inside but kept drawing little circles on the soft flesh. He could see how wet Tara already was and Tara kept moaning a little louder every time.
“I haven’t even fingered you yet. Baby, you get turned on by just my touch.”
“Oh God, Ralph I am about to come.”
“Not so soon babe.”
He slowly pushed his finger into her hole and then roamed freely. He parted her thighs and sat on the floor, stealing a look. He unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor and then he pressed a kiss on her vagina. The moment his lips touched her soft flesh, she screamed his name and he loved it.
He licked the insides of her thigh and then started traveling upwards and then allowed his tongue to do the trick. When he felt like he had prepared her enough, he unzipped his pant enough to slide out his dick and then without saying another word, he pushed inside her.
Her hole had dilated enough to welcome his dick and he kept pushing harder and deeper. Both of them were moaning in delight and as Ralph pushed harder one more time. They climaxed together and he filled her completely as the orgasm shattered their body.
“You are magic,” they said to each other.
“How I am ever going to concentrate on my work today?”
“If you want, I can fuck you on your office table too. I know some wicked cool moves on the desk. Tonight, when you come back home, I will do you on the kitchen top and holy God, you will be left wondering why we didn’t do it this way for so long.”
Tara smiled and pulled his lower lip with a steaming hot kiss.
“Challenge accepted Mister. Now dress me up and put on my panties as I leave for work.”
“The slave is all yours. This is the kind of work I would happily volunteer for. He opened her drawer and got her red lacy panties and let his fingers roam through its length. There was something erotic about having his fingers breeze through her lacy inners. He then put them on and then slowly zipped her skirt, but made sure to tease her soft spots and play with them a little making Tara moan again.
Tara didn’t want to leave and wondered if she should ask for a holiday. The urge to fuck Ralph was getting stronger and there was some kind of a different shift in energy in the air too.
As she was toying with the idea of calling in sick, there was a ring at the door. She looked at the door and wondered who it would be.
“Get your hair done and I will check the door. Your hair is all messy and shows that you have been laid.”
Tara smiled as Ralph went outside to check who was at her door.
The moment he opened the door, Tara was alarmed as she felt the whole place to be enveloped by a dark energy. She quickly moved to the door and found an enormously huge man waiting there.
“Who is he Ralph?”
“He is Matt, the ex-alpha of my pack.”
“You had a pack, Ralph? I thought you were a lone wolf.”
“No, Tara I wasn’t a lone wolf. I had been separated from my pack.”
Matt looked at the two of them exchange greetings and he gave a look of disgust to Tara.
“How could you do this Ralph? You have been called by Andre. You need to leave now.”
“I can’t go Matt. This is my life - I chose this life. I can’t be anywhere else.”
“Ralph, you have not been given a choice. Andre had summoned you. You need to know that the pack needs you. The hunters were in huge numbers. Dimitry has been killed and Alex is badly injured. The pack needs to unite and be together. Every link is crucial or else the pack lacks safety. We have identified the hunters and they might come back again for the attack.”
“I understand and you know I would do anything for the pack. But, I can't leave Tara behind. She is the reason I am alive. I chose her.”
Tara heard his words and she felt like she could die of the love. This was a man who was fighting with his own pack members for her. What did she ever do to deserve so much love?
“Ralph, your pack needs you.”
“Tara, but how can I leave you? Going to the pack means I don’t know if I will ever be back. You know how it is with the werewolves, isn’t it?”
Matt looked at Ralph in horror.
“You can’t do this Ralph. You revealed all the secrets to a woman. You know the pack of a werewolf is sacred and you are not permitted to tell anything to a non –werewolf. You have betrayed the trust of your pack. You have let us down, you will not be forgiven. You need to leave now.”
“It is not what you think” Ralph tried to explain but Matt was furious.
Tara gestured Ralph not to argue and said, “Matt, Ralph will go with you, but I am going to come with him too. As a werewolf, you should already know how strong the power of love is. You can never win by breaking a bond of true love. Let me come with the two of you. I hold the responsibility for whatever happens to me.”
“Wolves don’t let humans in. You will be shred to pieces in no time, you foolish woman” Matt said.
Tara smiled and said, “If this is the cost of love, I am willing to accept my fate.”
Ralph didn’t want to subject Tara to the wrath of the wolves. He knew that the outcome won’t be any good, but he was in helpless position. He knew he would have to visit Andre and if he had Tara by his side and he could demonstrate their true love, there was a chance that the pack would leave the two of them. He was torn amidst the desire to keep Tara safe and to stay together with her. He couldn’t understand what was right and what was not.
He was tired of the oscillating thoughts in his mind and was looking to seek a solution when he found a hand on his shoulder.
“Don’t you trust me, darling?” Tara said.
There was a hypnotizing power in her eyes and Ralph knew that Tara was using her magic and he was being charmed, but he succumbed to her magic and nodded. He wished that everything fell into place because the mere thought of losing Tara was making his heart break in a million pieces.