Midnight Magic, page 173
Ember shushes me as they lie the three of us down on the bed.
“I’ll show myself out,” Harlow tells Ember. “It looks like you’re going to have your hands full.”
“Full of my boobies,” I mumble into my pillow.
I hear the door close, and then Ember’s hands are on me, removing my clothes. Her hand brushes against my boob, and I moan as my belly clenches. Fuck, I’m horny. I feel the sensation all the way down to my new pussy.
“Ember, I’m horny,” I complain.
“You need to sleep, love.”
“But I want you to fuck me,” I tell her, my voice slurred. “I fuck your pussy all the time. The least you could do is return the favor.”
“Wouldn’t that be too weird?” Ember asks. “I’m a man.”
“And I’m a woman.”
“But—”
“My pussy needs a good fuck.”
She looks uncertain. “But you’re not attracted to men.”
“No. But I love you and you’re a man.” Chuckling to myself, I add, “And I have the perfect place for you to put your dick.”
“If we’re still this way tomorrow when you’re sober, I’ll fuck you,” she promises.
“But I’m horny now,” I complain.
“I want to be fucked too,” Klaus says, pulling off his own clothes.
“See, even Klaus needs your dick.” I can’t believe the words coming out of my mouth. I’m a very straight man—usually. But right now, I can think of nothing I want more than for my mate to fuck me in my pussy. “Dominick, what do you think?”
“I love Ember.” His voice is wistful, almost dreamy. “I don’t care that she’s a man.”
“Celio?” Ember asks.
The kitsune merely shrugs his shoulders. “I want you to lick my cunt.”
“This is insanity. We can’t do this.” Ember folds her hands across her very male chest.
“Why not?” I ask.
“Because—” She pauses.
“Don’t you want to know how it feels to come? How it feels to come inside a soaking wet pussy?” I sit up on the bed, pulling her towards me, but she tries to hold back and for once she’s actually stronger than me. “Take off your clothes, Ember.”
She hesitates for a moment, looking from me to Dominick and then to Klaus and Celio. I see it in her expression when she gives in. With a sigh, she pulls her top over her head, exposing a chiseled chest. She has an auburn colored trail of hair leading down to the seam of her jeans and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“This is going to be the weirdest night of my entire life,” she mutters. “I hope you know that.”
“Oh, love. I know. Me too.” But I can’t bring myself to care. I want her to fuck me. I’m strangely turned on by the idea and I’m not going to question it. I watch eagerly and she removes her jeans, exposing her jutting cock to us all. Damn. It’s thick. I’m almost jealous. Ember has a beautiful cock.
She frowns at us, looking apprehensive. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last… I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing.”
“That’s okay, love. We’ve got all night.”
She looks like she’s about to argue, so I reach for her, kissing her deeply. It’s weird. Her beard rubs against my chin, tickling me.
“You all need to prepare yourselves,” she says softly, pulling away from the kiss. “Use your fingers. Otherwise, this might hurt and there’s only so much tongue fucking I can do.” She blushes as she realizes what she just said. “Damn. This is embarrassing.”
“Why is it?” I ask, reaching down to touch myself, just like she told me to. I eagerly work to stretch my virgin pussy. Grinning, I say, “Ember! I’m a virgin!”
ONLY IN SILVER SPRINGS
Ember’s POV:
This could only happen in Silver Springs. You never hear about anything like this happening anywhere else in the world. Just this strange, little, quirky town. What the hell am I doing? This is ridiculous. I can’t perform cunnilingus on four women. I never even experimented in college. I don’t know the first thing about making love to a woman.
Except that I am a woman. Perhaps if I just do what I’d want them to do… Would that work?
I don’t know why I’m even considering this. We should go to bed so we can wake up early and fix this damn problem.
“Lie back on the bed,” I tell Holden, “knees bent, open up for me.”
I settle between his thighs while the others watch, but I don’t touch his pussy. Not yet. Instead, I hover over him—her—and kiss him again, ignoring the voice in my head that thinks this whole thing is too fucking weird. His hands wrap around me, pulling me against his body, and I have to admit that the feel of him against my dick is pretty good. It’s almost enough to make me forget how weird this is.
“Touch me, Ember,” he moans, and I know that I can’t refuse him. I’d do anything for my mates, even this.
I reach between us and palm one of his breasts. They’re softer than mine. More malleable. He moans again as I squeeze it gently.
“You like that?” I ask huskily. My cock is dripping pre-cum and I’m beginning to think that I want this just as much as he does.
“Uh huh.”
I lower my lips to his other breast, swirling my tongue around his nipple. He bucks slightly, his hips rising off the bed, and I push him back down, grinding my cock against his pussy. Then I suckle on his tit the same way he usually does for me.
“Now I know why you like that so much,” he murmurs. “I can feel it all the way down to my navel.”
I glance up at the others. They’re furiously fucking themselves on their fingers, eagerly waiting for their turn. Dominick groans as his palm rubs his clit. Smirking, I return my attention to Holden, kissing a trail of kisses along his stomach, stopping briefly to tongue his belly button. He practically screams in reaction to that.
“You little witch,” he pants.
“You like that?” I do it again before continuing down his body until I reach his pussy.
He moans, his eyes trained on me, watching what I’m doing to his body. As weird as this situation is, there’s no denying that he’s my mate, and it doesn’t matter if he’s a man or a woman. He’s mine. Plus, there’s something exciting about having our roles reversed, there’s a sort of perverse pleasure in having him at my mercy for once.
I do all the things that he usually does to me, teasing him endlessly with my tongue. I lap at his pussy until he’s quivering beneath me. My cock brushes against the bed repeatedly. God, that feels good. I wonder just how good it will feel inside him.
I can’t wait any longer, so I move up the bed until I’m hovering over him and kiss him again as I slowly enter him. Groaning loudly, I try to be gentle. I don’t want to hurt him.
He’s tight, so fucking tight, and I almost come at the sheer feel of him around me. Breathing deeply, I strive to control myself, pushing a little deeper. His arms wrap around my shoulders, pulling me closer, pushing me deeper.
I can hear the others moaning as they watch us. I have no idea how I’m going to last long enough to fuck two of them, let alone all four. I thrust into him with awkward inexperience, finding a less than perfect rhythm, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Driven by a desperate desire to make my mate come, I reach between us, brushing his clit with my fingers.
“Come for me, Holden,” I breathe, thrusting my hips in what I hope is a good rhythm for him. I know I’m certainly enjoying it. I really don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. All I know is that it feels good.
I’m too close to the edge, feeling the strangest sensation in my balls. I need him to orgasm so I can pull out and catch my breath before one of the others claims my cock. He begins to writhe against me, arching his back, his thighs quaking, and then I watch in awe as he comes undone, dropping back to the bed, his eyes closed and panting heavily.
“Yeah, it’s pretty good to be a woman,” he murmurs eventually.
“It can be,” I admit, laughing. “Although not all women are as lucky as you.”
“That’s because they don’t have you.” He pulls me down on him again so that he can kiss me passionately. “It’s all you.”
I glance up at the other three, wondering again how I’m ever going to manage to fuck them all tonight. Holden shuffles under the covers and closes his eyes, apparently well fucked and ready to sleep.
“That was—” Klaus stops, lost for words.
“How did you like it, Ember?” Celio asks. “Was it really different?”
I can’t put into words how different it is, so I don’t bother trying. “Why don’t you find out? You can go next if you like.”
His eyes widen, and he looks slightly nervous. A proper blushing virgin. But there’s an eagerness there too, and he crawls towards me on the bed.
Offering him a wolfish grin, I shrug off the last of my uncertainty. Sure, the situation is weird, but it isn’t awful and is actually proving quite fun. We’ll enjoy tonight and then hopefully everything will be back to normal when we wake up tomorrow. It’s probably wishful thinking, but there’s no point worrying about it now. Might as well enjoy the effects while they last. So long as they don’t last too long, I think to myself as I begin to kiss Celio.
Celio moans into my mouth as his hand strokes my dick. God, I’m so hard. It feels like it could fall off or break in half. I really don’t know how guys deal with this. I want my pussy back.
Tomorrow, I tell myself. Everything will be back to normal tomorrow.
MORNING WOOD
Ember’s POV:
I groan in frustration, not even bothering to open my eyes as I realize that I am humping the thigh of one of my mates.
“You need to get back on the ice.”
Rolling over onto my back, I open my eyes to find our bedroom bright with sunshine. In all the drama of the previous night, we completely forgot to close the curtains. I glance at my mates, but they’re all sleeping soundly.
With another groan, I wrap my hand around my morning wood. I try to shake my fears about being stuck this way. No doubt, it isn’t permanent, but even if it lasts until tomorrow it will be a disaster. I can’t miss the figure skating competition. Garrick would actually kill me.
It feels strange to be touching a dick that is actually attached to me. But it feels so good. It’s an almost addictive feeling and my dick seems to respond completely on its own. It might as well be alive. The way it pulses and weeps pre-cum.
I flick my wrist quicker, holding my dick tightly. It doesn’t take long before I feel like I’m about to—“Argh!”
I buck my hips against my hand desperately as cum squirts from my dick. I don’t stop jerking my dick until I stop coming. Breathing harshly, I climb over Dominick’s sleeping body so I can get out of bed.
I quickly shower and dress in some of Dominick’s clothes—luckily, they mostly fit—while my mates continue to sleep. I need to get to the ice rink. Garrick is going to kill me. He’s going to be livid. It’s almost a waste of time even going to the rink. It’s not like I can skate like this.
The precision required to figure skate will be impossible when I don’t even recognize my own body, don’t know how much power my muscles have.
We need to fix this, but I’m not going to be any help with that. I know next to nothing about how they make the magical beverages at the brewery. Sucking in a deep, stabilizing breath, I leave the house and climb into my car.
I drive through town, practically panicking the entire time, until I reach the ice rink. Garrick is waiting for me, tapping his foot impatiently as he mutters something under his breath. He hasn’t seen me yet. In fairness, he probably wouldn’t recognize me even if he did.
“Hi Garrick,” I say, approaching him.
“Hello,” he replies, giving me a confused look. “Sorry. Do I know you?”
“It’s me, Ember.”
He looks at me, completely non-plus.
“Nice try. Ember put you up to this?” His eyes sparkle with amusement. “She drank too much last night, right?”
“No, Garrick. It’s really me.”
He’s far from convinced as he gazes down at me sceptically. “Prove it.”
I show him my tail, and his eyes widen. He’s staring at me like I’m a horror movie or train wreck that he just can’t look away from.
“Bloody hell, Ember. What the fuck?”
“Sorry. We were testing the cocktails and one of them—”
“Turned you into a man,” he finishes sarcastically.
“Yeah, but that was supposed to happen. It just wasn’t supposed to last more than half an hour.”
“And how long has it been?”
“About five hours.”
“Fuck’s sake, Ember. What am I supposed to do with you now?” He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “I don’t imagine you can actually skate.”
He doesn’t wait for me to answer. “Besides, you'd probably damage your form. Better not to skate until you’re back in your own god damned body.”
I nod my head, grateful that he’s not about to fling me out on the ice. I just can’t get used to having such a long, lanky body and a dick between my legs. I have no idea how I’d actually skate. Even soft, my dick would definitely get in my way.
With a sigh, he shakes his head at me. “I should find myself another skater. You might be the world champion, but you’re too much damn work.”
I look at the floor. I actually feel bad for Garrick. He’s worked so hard to make me the best skater in the world and yet he’s always putting up with crazy situations like this one.
“Did you try a reversal spell?” He starts to stride back towards my car, only turning back when he realizes I’m not following. “Come on, then.”
I quickly follow after him, not sure where we’re going. He asks again about the reversal spell and I nod my head gloomily.
“The staff at the brewery are working on it,” I tell him.
“I’m going to talk to them, see what they’ve tried so far. This is completely unacceptable. They should have done sufficient tests before even daring to give it to my damn skater.”
“I didn’t know you cared, Garrick,” I tease him as I climb into my car, getting behind the wheel. He sits in the passenger seat and grins at me.
“Of course, I care. I don’t have the energy to train a brand new skater.”
Laughing, I speed out of the car park. We’re quiet as we drive through town, Garrick occasionally muttering in Latin under his breath.
“Ember…” Garrick says suddenly as we pull up outside the brewery.
“Yeah?”
“If you’re a man—” He pauses, chuckling to himself. “Please, please, PLEASE tell me that Holden is a woman!”
Smirking, I don’t say a word as I climb out of the car.
“He is?” Garrick laughs eagerly. “Now this I have to see.”
I notice a closed sign on the door to the bar. That’s unusual. I don’t think the bar ever closes. We let ourselves into the brewery, only to discover absolute chaos. People are running about with streams of paper and test tubes. I’ve never seen the brewery so busy. Hell, I didn’t even realize the brewery employed this many people.
I search for someone I recognize but fail completely, so I settle for asking the first person I can where my mates are.
“They’re in the bar,” the young woman says over the rim of her heavy glasses. “Mr. Sterling is furious.”
I can easily imagine that. Dominick hates being out of control. I remember the time he had an accident with another magical drink and couldn’t say no for several weeks. Avery had taken full advantage—to her father’s annoyance—and managed to get him to agree to getting a kitten.
Garrick and I wander through to the bar and I spot my mates at one table. Dominick is busy scribbling away in a notebook while Klaus casts various spells on himself. Only Holden appears not to be working. He’s too busy feeling himself up.
FINDING A SOLUTION
Dominick’s POV:
I hurry to write down my thoughts before finally looking up at Ember and Garrick as they walk towards our table. We’ve had to cancel the launch party and the staff are all very disappointed, but we really can’t launch the new line when one of the drinks has such a major flaw.
“What the hell did you do to my skater?” Garrick growls at no one in particular. He looks at us all before snarling. “Who the hell is who? No. Wait. Don’t tell me… Holden is obviously the one groping himself. So that just leaves Dominick, Klaus and Celio…”
Laughing softly, I introduce myself and Klaus. “Celio is around here somewhere.”
“Right. So what is going on?”
“Just a little mishap,” I say softly. “We’re working on putting it right.”
“My skater is broken, and she has a competition tomorrow.”
“It’ll be fixed long before then.” He can’t really think I’m going to allow this to go on that long. Even if I have to ask the town coven for help, this will be resolved before I go to bed tonight. “We’ve tried various spells, but we keep hitting brick walls. We’ve decided to go back to the chemistry of the drink itself.”
Garrick nods his head, clearly seeing the logic in our decision. It makes sense. He’s a witch, after all. He probably knows as much as I do about potion brewing. If he wasn’t so invested in Ember’s career, I’d probably try stealing him and hire him to work at the brewery. We always need more witches.
“Luckily, we still have quite a lot of the batch we drank last night,” Klaus adds.
Garrick rolls up his sleeves. “Do you need another set of hands?”
“You don’t have to help,” I say.
“It’s in my interest to get Ember back on the ice.”
I can’t exactly argue with that. Especially when an extra mind could be just what we need, a new perspective. Perhaps he’ll see something I’ve missed. Harlow returns with two pitchers of the cocktail—last night’s batch and one from a different batch—so that we can work out what is different about them.
