Control.
Half-shifting wasn’t an uncommon thing for creatures like me. In fact, for some of us, it was when we were at our most powerful.
My skin transitioned from the soft, pliable human flesh to the slate color of my natural state, hardening like armor, like a shield that protected me from the elements of the alternate world of my favor.
Up here, in the air, things were simple. There was only me and the wind at my back.
I raced through the clouds, taking in the sight of the ocean beneath me. In my half-shifted form, my eyesight was impeccable. I could see the crest of the waves crashing on the beach below, and the sight was soothing to me. That is, until my train of sight locked on to two individuals on the beach.
Fucking in the waves, tentacles on full display.
Anger and a fresh burst of lust flared in me, like gasoline on a fire. It wasn’t that I was jealous of Norman and his relationship with my ex. As far as I was concerned, the oceanic beasts could have one another.
But what angered me more than anything, was that I was in the proximity of their sexcapade, which meant their lust was ripe for feeding.
And as much as I didn’t want to soak up their little tryst, I couldn’t help it.
The waves of lust pulled on my strings like a marionette, causing my cock to harden in my pants, and thoughts to fill my brain.
Thoughts that didn’t belong to me, but to them.
I roared in frustration as I forced my wings to change course, searching my brain for thoughts of literallyanythingelse.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when images of bright blue eyes, pouty lips, and pink hair filled my psyche, though I’d already siphoned some of that lustful energy from my nemesis, and that in itself was enough to stir my monster and bait him to come out fully.
My cock throbbed at the thought of Violet, remembering all too well the last time I’d let my lustful thoughts run away how satisfying it was.
Another roar escaped me as I fought myself, walking a tightrope between madness and sanity, between human and monster.
I finally found what I was looking for, the firepit where everyone usually gathered for parties and hook ups and did what I had to.
I landed and stowed my wings, pushing my monster back in his box where he belonged.
Two sets of uniforms were scattered about the ground, which was to be expected, and though I was still riding out the residual lustful energy of the squid pro quo below, stowing my wings and transitioning back to human form took at least a bit of the edge off.
Though my cock was still protesting that choice, clearly he had a mind of his own.
Storm clouds started to gather above, the scent of rain prevalent in the air.
A part of me relished a good storm, the crashing of thunder and the unhinged lightning that lit up the sky.
It made me... happy.
What kind of morbid asshole is only happy when it fucking rains?
I’d half considered tossing Norman’s clothes in the firepit and lighting them on fire, if only to remind him who’s actually in charge around here, but then I notice something else.
A purple backpack that had been kicked over, a velvet bag of abalone runes spilling out of it.
Violet is... here...
The realization hit me like a brick, tenfold.
If Violet was here in the Forest of Lir, that meant...
That meant the little minx wasn’t as mortal as she appeared.
My synapses fired as my brain tried to connect the dots like constellations in the sky. Thunder roiled in the distance as I looked around, but Violet was nowhere in sight, and she certainly hadn’t been on the beach with Norman and Wanda...
