Page 29 of Moist!
epilogue
CREATURE
Evening Patrol:
Day one-hundred and seventy-three, last surveillance of the night.
The brackish water vibrates with busy fish and cattails that dance with the wind. The little bellies of the swamp’s insects are full, and, in turn, the toads have eaten well. Health and happiness has seeped into every inch of the land.
When the herons grow louder, I know my witch is near.
“Why are you smiling, Mia?” I ask as her tall, strong figure emerges from the worn trail leading past my swamp. She’s wearing her tight black leggings and a matching crop top, her short brown hair bouncing with each step.
“Oh, just finished up with the local coven.” She smiles, biting at her pink bottom lip as she stops at the edge of the path, her arms clasped behind her back so tightly, I know she is hiding something behind her back.
“And? Tell me.” I grin.
“And…” She bursts into a sprint and, without warning, jumps up for me to catch her. My vines quickly unfurl from my body to hold her up. “I think I’ve got the hang of this whole divination thing. ”
“Do you now? And what have you divined?”
“I know what your next assignment is going to be!” She wraps her legs around my waist, squeezing tight as she waves the papers she had hidden behind her back. The pages are filled with numbers and math, a flash of something that looks like a map. “It’s so good!”
“Tell me, Mia!” I order her sternly. My commander already let me know where my next long term assignment would be this morning, but I like seeing how far my witch has progressed in her studies. I don’t want to take away her excitement.
“California!” She kisses me firmly on the lips before adding, “I didn’t even know there were marshes and swamps in Los Angeles, but you’re going to be stationed like a thirty minute drive from my place.
I figured out the exact location and everything!
And Dru and the coven back home have an amazing glamour potion all the Strange use when they want to be in their human disguises, so you’ll be able to meet even my non-Strange friends. ”
We’ve had three blissful months together.
During the day, Mia works on her craft and I watch over my charge, but in the evenings, she comes to me.
We talk and fuck, and I tried beignets for the first time—far too sweet for me after a diet of salt water and insects.
Then, we fuck some more. Once, Mia was able to watch me scare away some destructive teens with a horde of mosquitoes.
She laughed. Then, I fucked her using both my cock and vines at the same time. She liked that a lot.
Our only issue is, I am rarely able to visit her.
The local coven is small and does not have someone skilled in glamour magic, so we are restricted mostly to the swamp.
Mia doesn’t seem to mind, but if her coven has a good glamour potion, I want to use it.
Los Angeles and the surrounding area has the highest population of Strange in the world, so I won’t have to disguise myself as much there either.
I’ll be able to see her world as she sees mine.
“With the swamp restored to health, I’ll be leaving soon after you,” I tell her. Her flight home is booked for a couple days from now, and I’ll be making my way west in a week or so through the waterways.
“Yes!” She bounces in my arms. “That's all I wanted.”
“Really, Mia?” I chastise. “That can’t be all you want, can it?”
“Um…”
“What is it?” My glowing eyes narrow, urging her on.
“Well…I don’t know…” She chews at her bottom lip.
“Mia! Tell me.”
She jumps down from my embrace, turning her back from me for a second before gaining her courage and staring me down.
“I want to suck your cock until you pass out.”
“Yes, Mia.” I grin. I can’t say no to her; she’s never made me want to.
She drops to her knees, her hands gripping my upper thighs for support as she leans into me, burying her face between my legs.
She licks over the slit that protects and covers my dick and balls.
Each stroke of the firm tip of her tongue over my opening relaxes my muscles, and she eases me open slowly, allowing my hard length to spring forward.
She jerks back with the sudden movement.
The first time she saw my cock, she told me she’d expected it to be green and made of vines.
Instead, she announced excitedly, it looked almost exactly like a King mushroom, only with a larger head and far more sturdy.
Now, she moves eagerly to spit on the thick, cream-colored length of it, running her tongue up and down before spitting into her hands.
She palms the dark brown head of my cock, thoroughly coating me in her saliva before taking me into her mouth.
I let out a deep, rumbling groan as her plump lips stretch over the tip. My eyes close as she sucks me further into her mouth. She uses her hands and lips in tandem; there's constant motion, and soon, she has me seeing fireflies.
Suddenly, I feel the loss of her mouth, and then her hand. I whimper at the loss.
“Then, I want you to fuck me until I come at least twice, and then I brought dinner. I got pie for dessert. Can we do that?” my witch asks, looking up at me with her warm, mink brown eyes.
Waiting for my answer, she takes me in her mouth again, this time slowly working her way down my shaft until I feel the rounded head of my cock hit the back of her throat.
“Of course, Mia,” I moan.