Reunited by the Slumberwitch [SNEAK PEEK]
Clayton Firestick rescues his sister.This is just a preview; the full story will go live next month, but if that's simply too long to wait, head over to my Subscribestar to read it, and other stories like it, before everyone else~!
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Reunited by the Slumberwitch
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By Limewah
18+
Sequel to In The Thrall of the Slumberwitch (read here)
SNEAK PEEK
Clayton was very good at finding and rescuing his stepsister whenever she went missing.
It came with the territory of being absolutely head over heels in lust with her.
Those years of being bullied and teased had been way more formative to the fiery-furred fox's sexuality than he would have liked.
Clay knew every bit of her like the back of his paw. He could easily find even the slightest imprint of her clogs to trace her footsteps. He always found himself imagining how tired her soles would be from all that walking, and how soft and pungent they'd feel against his face...
Focus, Clayton.
He could also catch the vaguest hints of her magical aura. Clayton had a strong sensitivity to other mage's capabilities to begin with, and it made his nose tingle.
Especially Utahime's. That kitsune's thick sea-salt paw musk, or the particular spine-massage that her charm spells gave him, made his cock stand to-
Fucking FOCUS, CLAYTON.
Her footfalls seemed sluggish, less poised than normal. They were dragging slightly, the way she'd teasingly drag her feet across his-
Clay slapped his face to knock the horny thoughts out of his head.
He'd do that a few more times until he reached her apparent destination. She had wandered into what he assumed was a run-down monastery, with a rather large looking graveyard off to the left of the main complex. The snake-entwined staves on the old wrought gate seemed to suggest this was a hospital maybe?
Though, he could feel the sharp chill of old death emanating from the place, with his limited understanding of necromancy. Not fresh death, thankfully; which meant Utahime was probably still alive.
There were guards standing at the ready. Clayton wasn't a particularly stealthy fox, but they seemed to be completely oblivious. Like they were asleep standing up.
He continued to follow what few footfalls he could still find, until he found a small cottage, one that seemed to still be in decent shape. Probably the home of whoever was in charge before this place was abandoned... and it was where Utahime would be.
He crept towards the door. There was the tell tale flicker of magical light emanating from inside, and with it, a little snorting giggle, and the sounds of smacking lips.
He cracked open the door, but ended up swinging it wide open as soon as he caught a glimpse of Utahime - on her knees, her face pressed into two cloven hooves. Her eyes were closed, and she snored as the hooves pushed against her, then relaxed, then pushed in again.
"Ah-!"
The sheep girl flinched back from her relaxed position, her rocking chair nearly toppling over entirely. Her eyes weren't visible but he could practically see them bulging out of her face. She wore a witch's hat with a wide brim, speckled with stars and a sparkling moon. Her nude body was pudgy, and paunchy... She was kinda cute.
But that didn't matter. She'd ensorcelled his sister, and she was going to pay for that.
Clayton whipped out his wand, clenching it so tightly it creaked.
"What have you done to her, witch?!" he said, unwilling to admit that the primary emotion he had right now was intense jealousy.
"W-wait! Hold on!" The sheep stammered and waved her hands quickly. "Hold on! How did you get past my guards?!"
"They seemed to be sleeping on the job."
"Oh... oh damn. Not again..." the sheep sighed, her hooves disappearing into the cotton-ball of wool to presumably rub at her temples. "I'm still working on that. Inducing sleepwalking is so easy, but from there..."
She shrugged. Clay's wand crackled.
"Release her," he said. "Unless you want to see how flammable your fur is."
"You l-look exhausted," the sheep said, her hooves clop-clopping on the floor as she brought the chair to a stop. "You're probably p-pretty cranky because you've been chasing after your fox friend all day, right?"
Clay was not going to even dignify that with a response, but... he was a bit tired. Plus his worry (or obsession) had been keeping him from getting proper sleep.
"You've been spending restless nights thinking about her," she continued, her voice getting lower, softer, more even. "You need some proper sleep."
Proper Sleep... the exact wording he had in his head. Maybe she was right....
"You're clenching your wand really t-tightly, too, maybe you could relax it a little?"
Clayton's hand began to slacken.
"A little more than that."
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