My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 11Without a word, Raven had sat up and was levitation her clothes back on, and within seconds was fully dressed again. Her eyes flicked up as she pulled the shirt over her head. “Fire,” he said, “It’s not close to the buildings. But it will be.” She quickly nodded and followed him as he ran to the front door. “It must not be raining enough, but there’s a lake about a mile south of here. Can you grab some of the water and meet me?” He opened the door and she could see his chest rise as he deeply breathed the air in. His anxiety died down as he replaced it with determination and focus. “Meet me east, probably 3 miles?” Again, she just nodded, and left. The air was already beginning to fill with thick smoke, but luckily the houses and lake were all upwind from it. She had pulled several hundreds of gallons from the lake. There was still plenty left if need be, but the weight was enough for now. As she got closer she could feel the air thicken, and quickly wrapped up another ball with fresh air to breath off of. With one last deep breath, she flew over the fire.
The fire hadn’t spread too bad yet. Gar must have picked up on it relatively quickly. He was skirting the southern half and she followed him from above. She stayed high enough she couldn’t see him, but instead focused on the fire as a whole. Keeping in front of his path, Raven began eroding the earth, creating a barrier between the currently alit trees and still living ones. He followed easily for the most part. But stopped suddenly, and she felt a surge of worry and loss. Grabbing several gallons, she sent him a separate sphere of water and continued with her eroding. Below she could feel what might have been an elephant trunk push into the sphere. And after what seemed like minutes, he sent her relief and joy. All must have been well with whatever he found. He moved from the forest, over her created mounts, and deposited something in the clear forest. Or somethings, as they were freed from his grasp, she felt two frantic creatures scurry from the scene. And Gar quickly turned to run back. They managed to save a couple other furry families, and contain the fire in only a few minutes. Gar began manually trying to stomp out the fire as Raven began throwing water. She focused on the hotter sections as he pointed them out, and he went back through extinguishing the remaining small fires. By the time she landed he was just finishing up. The rain had slowly tapered off as they had finished. It had been enough, that it left Raven dampened and allowed the layers of soot to pack onto her skin. She picked at her skin in vain as it just smeared in deeper. Reaching her arm back, she fidgeted with her bra. Normally she wouldn’t wear a real one, and right now she was remembering all the reasons she didn’t. But after that morning, she wanted to come prepared. She wanted to feel sexy, to feel sexy for him, if the opportunity presented itself. Though, after feeling what he felt several minutes ago, she was sure he would have been just as aroused if she had been in her normal practical, boob suppressing, sports bra. Gar changed back as she began inching under her side. Apparently, he found some sort of amusement in her discomfort. “You could just take it off.” He suggested. Leaving in haste, he hadn’t cared to put on a shirt. And he was walking toward her with a lop-sided grin on his face, running his hand through is dirty hair, with only a pair of jeans on. She took note of the layers of grime on his own body. His perfectly chiseled body. Not for the first time she wondered how he had kept the pants on while transforming. How could they disappear and reappear, but not the dirt? She slowly drug her eyes over his body as he stopped in front of her. There were more important things to think about, clearly. She hadn’t realized she was flushed. But after sensing his emotions, knew he could tell she had been ogling him. It was a little embarrassing how easily he could sense these things. But after all, didn’t she have the right to ogle him? He clearly enjoyed the attention. Bringing her eyes back down, she raised her hand and lightly drew it over his chest and down is abs. The bumps of each muscle thrilled her. And she took a deep breath in as she ran the other hand down the same path. Looking at it, they could both see her lines through the dirt on his body. She felt the deep movement through his chest as he chuckled. Seeing his own hand raise, she looked up at him. Gently he wiped his thumb over her cheek, trying to push away her own grime. “Why don’t we get washed off? We can go back to that lake you went to.” Gar had shamelessly left his clothes on the shore, and joyfully dove in. When she paused at the edge, he popped back up. “I’ll tell you if anyone is coming.” She nodded, glanced down, and slightly grimaced. “And the water is perfectly safe, I have a few ways to check.” A slight splash sounded as he went back under. It felt good to get out of her dirty clothes, especially that bra. She lightly tossed them over to lay with his. Then it felt even better as the cool water covered her. They had worked up quite a nasty sweat and the fire had left her feeling hot and dry. She took her time scrubbing her face and body clean. Then using her powers, forced the water through her hair as she leaned back. The clear water momentarily clouded as the soot filled water flowed out of her hair, then dissipated. Gar sighed as he leaned back and started floating. “All in all I think this turned out to be a good day.” Turned, she saw him smiling at the sky. He looked and felt surprisingly serene. Letting her own body fall back and relax, she began floating beside him. His touch momentarily startled her as he grabbed her hand. “Did you know otters hold hands so they don’t float way from each other?” He mused, still watching the stars. Raven laughed, “No, I hadn’t heard that.” Rolling her eyes, she laughed again. Only he would bring something like that up now. His grip tightened a tad. “I find your laugh otter-ly adorable.” “Ugh,” Raven groaned, laughing anyway, and turned slightly to look at him. He was laughing at his own pun. Slowly the laugh died down, but the smile remained. “I do miss this I will admit. We have such light pollution in the city that you can’t see a sky like this at night. Every time we have a mission in a remote area I like to steal a glance or two upwards. Though, in secret of course. Hate for anyone to know I have feelings.” Turning to face her, he gave a quick wink. Raven chuckled lightly, it was actually nice they could joke at their own faults. Suddenly he stood and started walking towards the shore. He was concerned about something, but not enough she felt the need to help. Instead she found her own footing and watched. Scooping his hands into a bowl he picked up a bit of water. Then, upon reaching the rocky end, lifted his hands and slowly dumped the water on the rock. Raven shook her head in disbelief. Here was this handsome, powerful, rugged man standing waist deep in water, taking his time to help a moth dry off on a rock. He poked at the creature lightly, unfolding its wings for it. Then he leaned over and lightly blew on it. His eyes brightened, and raising an eye brow he glanced at Raven. Between, his breaths on the moth, she could see his devilish smirk. And then felt the rush of his emotions. He had known exactly what had passed through her mind: He was absolutely breath takingly alluring. He pulled back from the rock, gave the bug one last poke, and vanished under the water. Raven tried to keep up with him, but he was purposefully moving too sporadic. A swish of current pushed against her leg, and she jumped, taking a step back. It was a bit thrilling to know he could pop up anywhere. She bit her lip and took another step back, eyes strained on the surface, looking for any form of movement. As her foot stepped back, her heel grazed on the front of a leg. And she felt her whole body run into his as she had shifted her weight back in her step. His mouth found her neck as his hands made their way around her body and down. Raven let out a satisfied moan as she let her head drop back. She utterly loved his hands. They were always warm, a bit rough, and super gentle. Biting her lip, she tried to contain her eagerness as he slowly trailed down her body. He had to be teasing her, she could sense the desire in him. Its intensity mirrored her own, and she had no idea how he could be controlling himself to go so slow. Finally, she could feel his fingertips comb through her hair and she couldn’t help but let out a sort of whimper. He was so close. Pleasure tore through her body as his finger ran through her folds. Arching her back, she reaching her arms up to wrap around him. He was taking his time, making sure to touch every bit of her, find exactly what she liked. Another bolt tore through her as his thumb began flicking over her clit. And if that wasn’t enough, he pushed her even further when his other hand dipped inside. Briefly glancing down, she could see her bare chest in the moonlight, water dripping as it rose and fell with her shaking breaths. She had never felt so sexy and attractive before, because not only was Gar feeding her his own lust, but his unequivocal yearning for her body. Leaning her head back again, she realized at some point she begun to float up so she could grip him tighter. And he was practically holding her a foot off the lake bottom. She dug her hands into his hair, needing something to grab on to, as another shot ran through her. It was so close and he could tell. His own body was almost bursting with need and desire to be inside her. But he was holding back, taking it slow for her. With one light push of her powers, she pushed his arms away and spun around to face him, instantly taking his mouth up in hers. Wrapping her legs around him, she delighted in his matched intensity. Part of her found it sweet he wanted to be so gentle and slow. But a much larger part was tired of being interrupted. She wanted him to embrace that urge he was trying to control. Seize upon his need, and hers. She could feel him still holding back. So, she broke the kiss and pulled his earlobe with her teeth, knowing just how much it aroused him. But it didn’t work. Leaning back for another deep kiss and using her arms, she pulled herself up against him. Knowing full well her breasts were dragging along his chest, and ground her hips into him. He was close. Then she leaned back toward his ear. “I can’t wait anymore, Gar. I need you.” And that was it. Their kisses grew much rougher and full of need, as he walked them to a large rock. The warm night air greeted her as her back came further out of the water. Her butt touched the smooth rock, and immediately she widened her hips as she felt him let her go. With one last flick of his finger over her opening, he pushed in. Raven was the first to break the kiss, she leaned back and let out an even louder moan. Releasing her grip on his neck, she propped herself up on her elbows. Tipping her head back up, she watched as their moist bodies collided in the moon light. Those incredible hands tightly grasped her hips and she could hear the water rock with him as he pounded against her again and again. Her eyes focused on the edge of his shaft as it disappeared and reappeared. But it was too much. With another long moan, she pulled her arms forward and dropped to her back. The pleasure was almost overpowering. And Gar was in pure ecstasy, sending her wave after wave of his own building pleasure. She drug her fingers through her hair and arched her back. There was no way they could hold on to this much longer. And as sensation built she finally let it go. Gar lurched forward, his one hand landing on the rock for support. The other gripping her hip with surprising strength as her orgasm ripped through her. It was like lightning shooting through her limps, and she had never screamed so loud in pure euphoria. Her muscles tightened around him, and she could feel Gar’s own orgasm trembling through him with an equally loud growl. They stayed there for a few minutes, almost stuck in shock. Jumping just slightly, Raven felt Gar slide out. But still they just stayed there. Raven laid with eyes closed, one had draped casually over her stomach, and the other pressed to her chest delighting in how fast her heart was going. With smile that wouldn’t seem to leave. Gar was equally joyful, and a bit stunned she thought. Like neither of them could really grasp how profoundly enjoyable that was going to be. She had never felt pleasure and love flood out of someone like it just had with him. A splash of water caused her to jump slight as she felt his warm hand brush over her again. Of course, being the true gentleman, he was rinsing her off. She raised an eye brow and looked down at him. His fang caught the moon light as he grinned up at her. “We had come out here to get clean.” Pushing himself out of the water, he crawled over her, gave her one small peck on the lips and rolled over to lay beside her. They contently laid in silence for a bit, till a sheen caught her attention. Gar’s whole body looked oily, excessively oily. But before she could say anything, it was gone, and he was totally dry. Rising to an elbow she furrowed her brows and looked over him. He opened his eyes and smiled. “Ducks use oil to keep themselves dry, so I just have to produce the oil under the water. The water falls off. I reabsorb the oil. And I’m dry.” He shrugged and closed his eyes again. Raven rolled her eyes and looked down at her own wet skin. “You’re so weird.” She mumbled. Rocking his head to the side he smirked, “Look who’s talking, four-eyes.” Raven let out a shocked laugh and levitated a pebble at him. “Whatever,” she laughed. And laid back down. This really could work out after all.
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