Falco
I expected to sleep well that second night after my tour of the shifter village in the Enchanted Forest. I didn’t.
Barely managed to doze off at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I worried I would wake up and be back in my world.
While that might have been what many from my world would have hoped for after arriving in the strange and seemingly magical land, I wanted to stay in the Enchanted Forest. Even with no electricity and water only available from a well, I had much more going for me than I did only a couple days earlier.
Thankfully, I remained in the bewitched world where animals used magic to shift into humans and that same magic might one day allow me to get pregnant.
I picked my house with that in mind. It had plenty of open space for a family but also some private rooms for my future mate and me, and our children.
The place didn’t need any renovations, but I asked Vern to customize it for me simply to spend more time with him.
He was kind from the moment I met him, though maybe a bit flighty.
His interactions with Nelson and Holden’s children left me in admiration and my heart fluttering.
And he looked rather hot in his trapper’s cap and tool belt.
Plus, he was good at his work. So many reasons for him to stick around.
The nudity in the magical world baffled me at first. The beings all wore clothes in their human forms but not in the way I was used to.
Whereas it was illegal to have one’s genitals uncovered in my world, that wasn’t the case in the Enchanted Forest. Except for the outer-worlders like me, everyone seemed to pick one or two pieces of clothing and wore only them.
A shirt, a hat, a pair of shorts, leg warmers, whatever.
And they usually didn’t change what they wore from day to day.
I wanted to wear less clothes, to not stand out so much as an outer-worlder nor need to use the manual washing machine I’d found in my house as often, but the self-consciousness that had been ingrained into my head from childhood kept me from even taking off my shirt in front of others.
I worried I was too pale, too skinny, and not muscular enough to let anyone see my bare chest or legs.
But with all my flaws, Vern still showed up every morning with a smile, ready to update my house.
Usually before I’d had a chance to finish my instant coffee.
Yet, one morning, I woke up early enough to make him some breakfast. It wasn’t much considering beavers are herbivores.
No eggs and bacon for Vern, what most people enjoyed for breakfast at the fast-food restaurant I worked at in the outer-world.
But I had learned from Nelson to make a biscuit using aquatic plants. He said his turtle family loved them.
I had just pulled the confections off the woodstove when there was a knock on the door.
Fumbling to place a towel on the table so I didn’t leave a burn mark on the wood, I set the tray of biscuits down.
They didn’t look burnt or raw like the first couple batches I’d attempted on my own.
I rushed to the front entrance and smiled at the beaver shifter as I opened the door.
I was thankful it was only him that morning instead of him along with some of his brothers who occasionally came to help.
Vern wore his usual attire and I couldn’t help but notice his cock in between the pockets of his tool belt.
I tried not to stare at the penises of all the forest beings, but coming from my world where I usually only saw people nude in porn or the odd time an elderly neighbor with dementia had a bad day, it was difficult not to.
And with Vern showing up semi-erect, I found it especially challenging.
Overworked and underpaid in my old life left me no time to think about sex and having a boyfriend.
Yet, my whole purpose for being given the magical card to transport me to the Enchanted Forest was to become a mate for one of the shifters.
That led to sex being on my mind often. I’d never jerked off so much in my life.
Not even when I was a young teen. And though I was told I could choose any unmated shifter in the forest to be my mate, the one I imagined the most as I had my hand around my shaft was Vern.
“Good morning.”
I tried to shake off the sudden desire coursing through my veins but ended up licking my lips as I lifted my gaze to meet his.
“Good morning. Please come in me. I mean, come in.” Internally, I cringed.
I didn’t know if he would understand the euphemism.
Though part of me hoped he did and would decide to take me right there in the foyer. “I made some biscuits for you.”
A blush crept over his cheeks and under the edges of his beard. “For me? You didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”
I moved to the side to allow him in then hurried over to get him a biscuit. “I wanted to. You’ve done so much for me since I arrived, and I wanted to show my appreciation.”
He waved his hands in front of himself. “It’s my role in this community to do this for you. I don’t need any remuneration from you. My goal is to finish here as quickly as possible so that you can choose your mate and start a family.”
His words settled as an ache in my chest, as if he’d rejected me. I hadn’t asked him to be my mate, but with his rush to be finished with my house, it didn’t seem he wanted the position. “Oh. Well, I got the recipe from Nelson. He said you liked them when he made them.”
“Well, thank you.” His cheeks reddened a little more and his eyes sparkled as he took a bite, though neither helped to ease the pain of his dismissal.
Maybe he didn’t understand the gesture. Maybe I had to throw myself at him to get him to understand what I wanted.
“And I was wondering… Since you’re almost finished here, would you like to join me for dinner?
Please? It’s tradition in the outer-world to feed people to show our appreciation to them.
” If I could get him to stay for dinner, perhaps I could convince him to stay overnight and to make my fantasies of him into reality.
“I…” He adjusted his hat, tilting it slightly forward. “I’m not used to your outer-world traditions. But I can honor them for you. I should be finished tomorrow unless you have any other requests, so I will accept your invitation for tomorrow if that suits you.”
I didn’t know whether to find more adjustments to be made to my house to get him to keep coming around, or to settle with him staying the next day for dinner and hope I could find a way to seduce him before the evening ended. “Tomorrow. Yes, that’s perfect.”
“Okay.” He held up the biscuit. “This is really good by the way. Thank you. And now I’ll get back to work so I don’t waste any more of your time.”
I swallowed down the urge to yell at him that he wasn’t a waste of my time, that he was far from it, but I didn’t think raising my voice at him would help me win his affection.
Instead, I had to take a trip to the community garden to gather supplies for the special dinner and also figure out a way to seduce a beaver shifter.