Another Year to Wait for Her

Just the Sex by Calypso

839 words

This story contains: trans & nonbinary, non-human, queer, fantasy, strangers, outdoors, rough

She comes during the midsummer moon, the shortest night of summer, when the barrier between worlds is thin. 

Last year, they found her as they were wandering alone in the woods. Smiling with sharp teeth, she leaned in close to them. She asked for permission, and once they gave it, she wrapped them up in her warmth, kissing and biting and sucking until all they could do was moan for her. She’d left them with cum all over their face and a pulsing clit but no orgasm. 

A year they’ve waited. Tonight they aren’t wearing underwear. The electricity coils in their stomach as they walk through the woods, smelling pine and lilac and dirt. This is a path they know by heart, one they’ve walked in their dreams a thousand times over. 

They push aside boughs of pine needles and she is the first thing they see; standing in the shallows of the lake, completely bare, her hair long enough to touch the water. There’s a spot on her back where it looks like wings should be, but nothing is there. She is every bit as beautiful as they remember, otherworldly and glowing. She is not human, but is close. A shot of nerves goes up their stomach, travels into their sternum, then, as she turns to smile at them, drops down between their legs, bathing them in warmth. 

They rush to the beach as she comes forth from the water, wringing out her hair. When they meet, she softly touches their elbow and traces upwards. A fluttering in their stomach begins, gets stronger as she hooks her finger around their collar and drags them down towards the ground. Their knees hit the sand. Her eyes are curious. Wanting. Waiting. 

They nod to her, fervent and desperate. Then it begins. 

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