Asher's Futa Chronicles

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Asher finally finds the relief she'd been craving when she arrives at Alistair and Brooke's home. But will she come to regret it the morning after?

Enjoy!

PS: Fair warning, Chapters 27 & 29 are looking to be smutless...there's just nowhere to fit it in at the moment...yeah, that sounded dirty.

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Chapter 26

ASHER

Right on time, we arrived at Alistair and Brooke's home a week later.

While I wasn't tired, I was weary from being on the road so long. I was desperate for a good night's sleep, preferably in a nice, soft bed. Unfortunately, that would have to wait a bit longer.

My travelling companions' "home" was a hole. Not like a hole in the ground, but a hole in a tree. Specifically, a massive dead tree. It appeared to have fallen long ago and was now slowly rotting away.

The dead tree was covered in moss, with what looked like smaller trees growing from its remains. Thankfully, it didn't smell bad. It actually smelled rather nice. Like fresh pine mixed with a touch of cedar.

The inside was surprisingly nice as well. Three rooms, each with very basic furniture.

One room was for sleeping, but had no bed. In a bed's place was a pile of leaves, tree needles, and animal pelts. I guess this is why Alistair and Brooke were so comfortable sleeping on the ground.

I feared my wish for a bed would have to wait until I got back to The Roadhouse. My back spasmed in complaint.

Another room was for eating and had a small cooking area, but there was no sign of fire. I guessed having fire inside a tree wasn't a good idea.

The last room was mostly empty. When I asked about it, I was told it was the 'everything' room. Meaning, it's where you did everything else that wasn't eating or sleeping.

I didn't get a chance to ask more when a voice startled me.

"Back so soon?"

I hadn't sensed anyone else here, hadn't seen anyone either. But here there was a woman standing in the middle of the everything room, looking at the three of us with her hands on her hips.

The woman was painfully thin. As in, someone get this lady a sandwich STAT, thin. Her skin was a rich almond color, but looked rough, as if she'd been in the sun way too long without sunblock. Her hair was a long, curly mess of brown strands in desperate need of a stylist. Her face wasn't un-pretty, but the current scowl she wore was not appealing.

Plus, she was buck-ass naked.

"Hello, Celeste," Brooke started. "Yes, we're back."

"How are you, Celeste?" Alistair asked.

"I'll be better when you wash," Celeste frowned. "You smell like people."

"That's where we've been, Celeste," Brooke said patiently. "You know this."

"What I don't know is who this is," Celeste said as she stared at me.

"This is Asher," Alistair said, finally snapping me out of my staring at the woman's nude form. "Asher, this is Celeste."

I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't seem to make words. I was still staring at the naked woman who had no genitalia, nor breasts for that matter! So...was she really naked? My body was reacting like she was.

How'd I know Celeste was a she? Don't worry about it...you'll figure it out.

Celeste approached me and appraised me. Her eyes roamed me head to foot and back as she made a clucking sound with her tongue.

"Be nice, she's a Guardian, Celeste," Alistair warned.

This made Celeste pause in her examination of me.

"Hi," I finally managed to say to the strange woman.

"Hello, yourself, Guardian," Celeste said, her eyes narrowing.

The look she gave me made me feel as if she were disrobing me with her eyes, and not in a good way.

Brooke snorted and disappeared into the bedroom.

Celeste suddenly leaned in close to me and sniffed.

"Celeste..." Alistair started.

I glanced at him just as a line of fire streaked across my cheek, causing me to flinch. When I looked back, Celeste was licking what appeared to be a drop of blood off her fingertip.

"Celeste!" Alistair snapped angrily.

I touched my cheek, and sure enough, my fingers came away with a tiny smear of blood.

"What the?" I started.

"Sorry," Alistair said as he got between Celeste and me before examining my cheek. "Celeste isn't used to guests," he threw the woman a look over his shoulder.

Celeste hadn't moved and was still licking her finger as she stared at me.

I couldn't be sure, but the look in her eyes seemed to be...hunger?

"Huh," Alistair said as he gently tilted my head to the side to look at my cheek. "There's no mark. She did scratch you, didn't she?"

"Yeah," I said, and wiped my bloody fingers off on my pants.

Alistair looked momentarily annoyed.

"Who is she?" I finally managed.

"Oh, sorry. She's my, uh...familiar," Alistair said and stepped back.

"Familiar?" I asked. "You mean like an owl, or a cat, or something?"

"Something," Alistair said cautiously.

I heard Brooke laughing from the other room.

"I'm a spirit of the forest," Celeste said.

"Oh shit!" I said, hastily taking two steps back. "You're a Leshy?" I squawked and quickly made the forest offering gesture I'd been taught as a sign to respect.

"No," Alistair started. "She's not a Leshy, and you don't have to--"

Whatever else he said was lost as I suddenly found myself enveloped in Celeste's thin arms. She was insanely fast, and her small arms hid unbelievable strength.

"I claim her as mine!" Celeste said over her shoulder to Alistair.

The room went dark as I felt something tugging at my belly button. I felt a momentary sense of danger before my stomach flew into my throat as if I were on one of those drop rides at the amusement park.

Then it was over, and I stood alone in silent darkness.

"Uh, hello?" I asked, noting the momentary warning of danger I'd felt was gone.

"Oh?" a new voice whispered in my ear. "I thought all Guardians could see in the dark." This voice was gentle but with a touch of roguishness.

"Yeah?" I started looking around and trying to see if there was anything to see. There wasn't. "Well, this one can't without her helmet."

I was on guard now, but I wasn't sure from what or from where. I still wasn't getting any sense of malice coming from the voice, but I wasn't sure what the hell was going on either.

"Are you sure you want to?" the voice asked huskily in my ear, and I felt fingers brushing my crotch.

With a speed I'd never felt before, my cock swelled to full size almost painfully. I gasped from the sensation.

"Ahh," the voice crooned. "So much need...and neither Alistair nor Brooke offered to help, did they?"

I couldn't move as something wrapped around my cock. I wasn't sure if I wanted to move or not. I wasn't even sure if I was wearing clothes anymore. All of my attention was now on my cock and the sudden waves of lust that were rolling through me.

Something wet and slick trickled down my cock, and I found myself overpowered by my own whoremones. My body was already yearning for release, and I was panting with need. I was so close, I just needed...

My cock began spurting of its own accord. My body shuddered as my cum practically exploded out of my body in its rush to leave.

"Ohhh, that is lovely," the voice crooned.

This had to be what others felt when I turned my sex kitten powers on them. That had to be it. Whoever this was was using my own ability against me.

But was I complaining?

Two weeks of jacking off only did so much to sate my heightened appetites. At this point, I'd take help from just about anyone.

"Oh?" the voice said as my cock continued to throb, not softening in the least. "Did you want more?"

"A lot more," I said as I broke from my immobilized state. I then realized I could have moved anytime I wanted; I'd just chosen not to. I'd been enjoying the attention too much.

My hands reached out, initially finding nothing.

"Celeste?" I asked into the darkness, finally finding a body. Her skin was soft, warm, and full. My hands rushed across her body, finding her face and pulling her to me, our lips meeting.

I wasted no time in snaking my tongue into her mouth. She didn't resist but welcomed me, our tongues dancing. Each of us tried to force our way into the other's mouth as she displayed her naked need to me. Her hand wrapped around my back, caressing me.

*She tastes like spice cake.* The thought ran through my head, unbidden.

My hand searched down her body. Over her small breasts and down her belly until it stopped between her thighs. A warm and inviting wetness welcomed my fingers. I felt her breath quicken as I touched her...explored her.

Her leg came up, wrapping around my hip and drawing my cock towards her.

It took surprisingly little effort, only dipping my hips slightly, for my cock to find her slit. It almost felt like something gripped the head of my cock and pulled it inside her.

We both sighed as her insides held me firmly, not letting me go.

It took actual effort to pull my cock back, as if her pussy didn't want me to move. When I tried to move back into her, I stumbled with the amount of force she used to pull me back inside her.

Before I could grab her other leg, she brought it up and wrapped it around my hips, locking us together. I took hold of her waist and tried to thrust, but couldn't get the leverage I needed.

Thankfully, my stumble seemed to have pressed her up against a wall, giving me the leverage I needed.

I bit her lower lip and brought my cock into her with enough force that she grunted from the impact.

Then I really began to fuck her.

All the pent-up frustration of the past two weeks spurred me on. Having had to listen to two people fucking every night, only feet from where I was, and only being able to touch myself...I had a lot of frustration to shed. Luckily, this woman seemed willing to take everything I offered.

I growled with the next thrust, my movements becoming more animalistic. But this didn't seem to faze my partner. Instead, she welcomed it, urging me to feed her all of myself

Always having had a willing and eager partner within arm's reach since my futa change had spoiled me. I'd forgotten what it was like to go without the touch of another. I missed having someone want me as much as I needed to be wanted.

This thought caused me pause...but I couldn't dwell, as my partner seemed to need me more than I realized.

Her hands clawed at my back, and before I knew it, I was once more loosening my cum. This time into the waiting womb of this woman of the dark.

But my hips didn't stop to let me enjoy the moment of sweet release. Instead, they continued to pump my angry cock into her now overflowing pussy.

The lewd sounds of my semen being pushed out around my thrusting cock only seemed to drive me on, even harder than before.

Suddenly, I was on the floor, still plunging myself into my unseen partner. Her legs were on my shoulders now, giving me free rein of her depths. But even in this, I still couldn't find satisfaction. I wanted more, needed more.

Her legs disappeared from my shoulders, and I could feel she was holding them back, practically folding herself in half.

As if reading my mind, her hand pulled me from her slit and moved me lower, pressing me against her tightness.

I wasted no time, plunging myself beyond that firm entrance and forcing my way into her tight ass.

She cried out in pleasure at my invasion. But that wasn't what I needed; I needed something stronger. Something...rougher.

My next thrust brought a startled cry from her invisible throat. A cry followed by another, then another. One for each of the rough thrusts I gave her.

Never once did she tell me to stop or to slow down. Just the opposite.

"More," that sultry voice whispered.

So, I gave her more. I continued to give her more until the room began to spin, even in the darkness.

"More!" she insisted.

Already nearing my limit, I gritted my teeth and pushed down on her thighs. I forced myself into her once more with all that I had.

Somehow, even in complete darkness, my vision was growing dim. Warning bells began to clamor in the back of my mind, trying to remind me of something from long ago. But I ignored them as she spoke again.

"MORE!" she cried.

I erupted. More than I can put into words, I came. But it didn't feel like it was only semen leaving my body this time.

*Luggage,* was the last thought that went through my brain as I passed out.

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ASHER

"Good morning."

The light was way too bright when I finally managed to open my eyes. It seemed to take forever for my eyes to adjust, revealing Alistair looking down on me.

"Easy," Alistair said, placing a hand on my shoulder when I tried to sit up.

"What?" I said, my throat dry. I cleared my throat and tried again as I cautiously sat up. "What happened?"

I was in the bedroom of Alistair's house. The "bed" was far more comfortable than I expected.

"Uh...yeah. That was Celeste...sorry about that," Alistair said.

"Give her some air, hon," Brooke said as she appeared holding a wooden mug. "Here, you're going to need this," she said, handing me the mug.

"What is it?" I asked groggily. I felt exhausted, both mentally and physically. Even though I'd just woken up, I felt like I could go back to sleep for a week!

"Something that will replenish you quickly," Brooke said with a wry grin.

"Oh, OK," I said, taking a sip. It was thick, and bitter, and green. I grimaced.

"You get used to it," Alistair said.

"You need to drink all of it," Brooke said with a softer look on her face this time.

"She's right," Alistair nodded. "You'll need your strength if we're going to get out of here in the morning."

"The morning?" I asked, looking around, trying to determine the time of day. I forced myself to take another swallow. It was still just as nasty.

"Even with this," Alistair motioned to the mug I was holding. "You'll be in no shape to go anywhere until then."

"No arguments from me," I said, taking another swallow and fighting down the urge to gag.

"Best to just drain it in one go," Brooke said this time with a sympathetic expression.

"You still haven't explained what happened," I said and tried to start chugging the vile concoction, but only got half of it down before having to stop and fight back my rising gorge.

Alistair looked at Brooke.

"Celeste's your daughter, you explain it to her," Brooke said, putting up her hands and leaving the room.

I'd just started trying to suck down the last of the drink when Brooke said this, causing me to start choking and coughing.

"The hell's that supposed to mean?" I managed, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. It was then that I realized not only was I in Alistair's bed, but I was also naked! Luckily, I had a pelt for modesty.

Unfortunately, the pelt rubbed across my nipples, causing them to harden, quickly followed by my cock. Normally, this wouldn't be so bad, but my cock felt bruised, and it hurt! I wanted to look down but was afraid of what I might find. Wishing for a nice cold pack, I managed to keep a straight face and looked at Alistair.

Alistair grimaced at Brooke's retreating form and turned back to me.

"So...when I said Celeste was my familiar...that wasn't...EXACLTY the truth," Alistair said and motioned for me to finish drinking.

I grudgingly finished the drink and waited for him to continue.

"Celeste's mom was my familiar...well, her grandmother was my familiar, to be more precise," Alistair seemed embarrassed.

"Celeste is your granddaughter?" I asked, realizing just how old he'd said he was. I mean, he'd told me how old he was, but it hadn't sunk in until all this granddaughter talk.

"She's one of them," Alistair said. "When a forest spirit decides to have children, they can have as many as there is essence enough to support."

"I have no idea what that means," I said just as Brooke reentered the room.

Brooke looked from the hesitating Alistair to me and back.

"The food chain," Brooke started. "The number of any animal is naturally limited to what the food chain can sustain."

"Like wolves, yeah, that I get," I said.

"Essence is the food they live on. So, they can have as many kids as there is essence," Brooke said, taking the empty mug from me and handing me another.

I grimaced and started to chug once more.

"What's this got to do with me?" I asked when I came up for air. The second mug went down a little easier than the first.

"When you showed Celeste the sign of respect for the forest, you were...acknowledging her..." Alistair seemed to be having a hard time putting his thoughts into words.

Brooke looked at her husband and rolled her eyes before sighing.

"You basically told Celeste you respected her as an adult," Brooke said.

"She isn't an adult?" I asked.

"She's only 300 or so," Alistair said. "That's pretty young for a forest spirit."

"And also the reason you've kept her hanging around here cleaning the house for you for so long," Brooke needled him.

"That's not true!" Alistair retorted. "She is young! Look at what she just did!"

"What did she mean when she said that she claimed me?" I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

Alistair looked pained. When he didn't answer, he turned to his wife for help.

Brooke sighed yet again and leaned down to take my now-empty second mug.

"How do you feel about kids, dear?" Brooke said in a voice I couldn't believe.

"Uh...yeah," Alistair started.

I closed my eyes and put my face in my hands.

*Remmi's gonna kill me...luggage indeed!* I thought.

"Oh, it...can't be that bad," Alistair started.

I peeked out at him from between my fingers.

"I mean, you're just a human," Alistair continued. "You probably don't even have enough essence to sire a child with a spirit. As a Druid, I barely have enough to sire the two I did. I've never heard of a human siring even one!"

"Darling, you're not helping," Brooke said.

"But--" Alistair started.

"Alistair," Brooke started with yet another of her patient sighs. "How long did it take you with your...familiar?"

"The siring part?" Alistair asked dumbly. At Brooke's nod, he continued. "About three minutes," he said with some obvious pride.

"Uh-huh," Brooke said in that same patient tone. "And how long was Asher gone with Celeste?"

Alistair started to reply, but then stopped and stared at his wife open-mouthed.

"What?" I asked, panic sneaking into my voice. When Alistair didn't look like he was going to answer, I turned to Brooke. "How long was I gone?"

Brooke took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Let me put it this way. Do you know what a Succubus is? Yes? Good. So, you know that they are the pinnacle of sexuality. A forest spirit comes in just below one of those in...talent. The spirit can get the essence they need in under a minute if the stories hold true. That's why this idiot here is proud of lasting three whole minutes." She indicated her husband.

"How long?" I finally managed in a steadier voice.

"You were gone a day and a half," Brooke said.

I watched Brooke's face start to spin and realized it was the room spinning just before I passed out again.

"Well, she took that well," Alistair said.

"No thanks to you," Brooke chided her husband.