No One Can Have Her
Zyra Momay. I liked her name, just thinking it heated my blood. But she had that effect on all of us.
She was an earthen creature. And the cloths the other women wore caused her skin to redden. So she wore only scanty hide robes. Letting her lush curves spill from the garment beckoningly.
But she didn’t care.
She’d walk fearlessly into the middle of our campfires at night to partake of food, heedless of the wolfish stares she received.
They all know they can’t touch her anyway.
Every one of them wanted inside her under the Mating Moon.
But Zyra possessed magic. She could both blend into any background and become invisible. As well as when discomforted she could generate lightning currents which kept predatory males from sticking a cock anywhere near her.
More than once I’d tried and gotten a shock to my stem for my efforts.
Making her giggle as she sauntered away.
But I’ve a plan for little Zyra Momay this year. There’ll be no escaping me now.
She’s not the only one with magic in the Asara pack.
That was why they called me Magus. I was able to create magic from the ancient spells kept in the sacred book my pack had given me.
And this year I found a spell just for Zyra.
A succubus spell.
And tomorrow was the Mating Moon. I was ready for her. It made me ache in my pants just thinking about mounting her.
I watched her with undisguised lust. Sometimes as she leaned over the fire I could see the edge of a dark nipple creeping from her garments.
I wanted to rip the clothes off her and grab fistfuls of that bountiful flesh. I was already adjusting on the log I sat on.
She chose to sit next to me just to add to my hurt pride.
She knows what I want to do to her. I've told her countless times.
She bit into the meat. "Stop looking at me like that."
"Like what, Zyra?"
"Like I'm your next meal."
"Perhaps you are." I drawled.
"Ha! Little chance of that. You know you can't touch me." She grinned evilly. Shouldering me.
We'd been friends since pups but I'd lusted for her since old enough to feel my first rise.
And she'd teased me mercilessly. Enjoying the power she had over me. Over all the males in the pack.
They no longer bothered pursuing her under the Mating Moon. All of us had wasted most of a night trying to hunt her down. But her she-wolf scent was weak, even during a Mating Moon. I'd tracked her all the way to the old oak tree near the creek one day but had left aggravated and aching below my belt.
She'll pay for all her torment this year.