Ashina -
The moment Andor entered his room, he threw me on the bed and ripped off all of my clothes, as well as some of his own. Being frustrated at Andor's slowness, I sat up and tore off his shirt within seconds, then unzipped his jeans. At the end, Andor was only wearing his boxers, which I ripped off him, revealing his enormous dick.
Andor positions me the same way we fooled around this morning; I guess he liked how pleasurable we were at the same time. If we aren't going to have him pounding away in my clitoris, then this is the best way to let us both orgasm simultaneously.
As Andor and I finish our afternoon activities, he rolls over on me, pretending to access my vagina with his member. In an attempt to avoid moaning, I slapped him on the chest.
"Andor, believe me I want this. However, you were right earlier, I am not ready for this level of intimacy yet. Come on, get off of me! We need to discuss what we are planning for the next week. We need to pick out men/women that want to help me take back my kingdom."
My mind goes mush when I look into Andor's eyes. My lips are raised to kiss him as I am lost in his eyes. We entwine our naked bodies as we grab each other. We do not come up for air until we feel like we will become unconscious.
After taking a deep breath, I roll from underneath Andor and throw my legs over the bed. As I grab my clothes, a memory hits me. During my shift in the forest, I never had to get dressed. What did I do to prevent myself from being naked while shifting back?
Nervous because I don't know the extent of my powers or if I am something other than a Witch/Werewolf? Looking at Andor having already gotten dressed quickly I stand up, kiss him on the cheek and leave.
It is obvious that Andor is confused by the look on my face as I leave. Considering the fact that I have been adept at using magic effectively, I think I should talk to Margaret about it. As a matter of fact, I find it to be very enjoyable. In spite of this, I did not realize I could shift without changing my clothes before. I have only known what I know, but it makes me wonder if I could do more than what I know.
As I am about to go outside the bedroom door, Andor grabs me by the arm and pulls me to him. It was with a certain amount of confusion that I turned to him inquiring as to what other than sex he might want.
My first stop is Margaret's suite, which is located on the beta floor of the building. It was at the time that I was about to knock on her door that I noticed my hand was still in midair as I was just about to knock on her door. Margaret opens the door without me even having to knock. There is something creepy about this, I think to myself.
As Margaret smiles, she says, "Welcome, Ashina, what could I do to help you?".
Laughing loudly with my hand on my chest, I said, "One, let me knock first, it's creepy how you know I'm going to knock before I know; it's kind of creepy."
She laughs and says, "I'm sorry, but I have a natural ability to sense when someone is at the door and who it is.".
Then, thinking to myself, I casually say to myself, "There is an advantage to that. If you do not want to speak with the person, you already know who it is and can pretend you are not home, which is a good thing.
My mind is racing as I am not sure I understand the issue well enough to present it logically in order to receive an educated answer to my question.
There is a chair in Margaret's personal living room where she leads me to sit down. This chair is a high-backed, Victorian-era style chair that is from the 19th century. I keep forgetting that she has been alive for over a hundred years. There are many things that may be antiques to us, but to her they are just normal furniture. Sitting down carefully on the old chair, I take a deep breath and relax. I straighten my back with my hands in my lap.
Unconsciously scrunching my eyebrows in disbelief, I think that I do not even know anything about the history of my family. When I glance over at Margaret, I see a look of expectation on her face. There is a sigh in my throat, and I try to put my thoughts into words.
The first thing that came to mind after I shifted today was that I still had my clothes on after I shifted. I have picked up magic like it is second nature in a couple of days. I can control the elements. What am I? A mere witch wouldn't have these powers. Is that right?"
On the coffee table in front of us, Margaret snaps her fingers and reveals a set of two cups of hot tea. I believe it is cinnamon apple tea. There is no scent that I love more than this one. Every Sunday, my na na would make apple pie for our family and the scent of it would fill the house with its sweet and spicy aroma. It is always that scent that makes me feel as if I am at home whenever I smell it.
"Ashina, I have read all the histories of witches, and the ones that intertwine werewolves." I sip my tea as I listen to an ancient tale I am sure. Margaret looks like she is reminiscing stories she has lived through.."
"I know this is going to sound like a fairy tale and it sounded like one when my mother recollected those events and told me."
Margaret takes another sip of her tea, "Wolves have always been warring creatures, very possessive and always ready to fight over whatever they think was stolen from them. They were also greedy and wanted to have more land, more authority, more of about everything.
The Moon Goddess was angry and disappointed in her children. There was innocent blood crying for revenge from the soil beneath our feet.
The Moon Goddess had enough of the cruelty bestowed by her children. This really happened when she made it that every werewolf would have a mate, and the calming effect would help the she-wolf to calm her mate down. In the beginning The Moon Goddess only let the worthy have fated mates. However, she had changed her mind as the vicious males' wolves needed their other half to bring out their good side to think with logic as well as with brawn.
This seemed to work for a little while, however the evil wolves in society dominated again, and they would reject the fated mate the Moon Goddess blessed them with. This again angered the Moon Goddess; this is when she created were-witches and were-warlocks. These witches and warlocks were also Elementals, and they would be blessed with the powers that were needed to win wars against any of the evil alphas that were cruel to her children and refused her gifts.
Your mother came from a long line of these were-witches, and she deserved it as she would give her life up for her kingdom and her family. Your gifts are the strongest I have seen and only time will tell all the gifts the Moon Goddess bestowed on you. I am sure you are quite powerful as you are going to war against one of the vilest Alphas in existence.
You ask me what you are?" You are a gift from the Moon Goddess for werekind."
Ashina –
"Are you also from a line of these were-witches?"
Margaret –
"Yes, I am. However, I am certain you will be more powerful than even me."