A Misty Showers

The room was in a cool mist, with calming tranquility's plants sparkling bewitched dust on the cobalt and white daybed. Vine-like plants crept down walls, moving between the gray stone and hanging from the ceiling, while pockets of sunlight lit up the peaceful scenery. Rueben paddled through the restful area towards the outdoor shower; she stripped, letting the water drops fall on her heated skin. 

She let her mind wander to the two werewolves that jumped into her life for that brief moment. They weren't what she had expected, not your stereotypical soulmate who filled your time with grand gestures and sweet nothing's. They were real, rude, and dangerous, but much more captivating. She could picture their lives together. In a small Bohemian house in the middle of tall trees, fresh flowers growing on each window sill and the sweet bliss of domestic life. She smiled at the thought until the others came creeping in.

Now Rueben couldn't ignore the images of the curves of their lips that she wanted so desperately to taste. The flow of their hair, which she wanted to run her fingers into it then grab the curly strains with great force. Their eyes were so sharp, so attentive, as if her very being was the only thing they wanted. All this and she didn't even know their names, but all she could think of was how they would be physically would be as direct as their presences. The thought sent an overwhelming sensual between her legs. Rueben placed her arm under her breast, trying to suppress this feeling, but it was oppressive, taking her whole body to capture.

Her hand moved down over her heavy breast, causing goosebumps to spring and her nipple to harden. Caressing, passing her belly button, curving down her pouch towards the forest that nests between my legs. The images of a man caught in her chains, sweat falling on his temple and midriff, his harsh breath growling through the small hut. Rueben touches the hood of her clit, and a gasp escapes her mouth without her intention. The witch fell to her knees as the she-wolf face came into view, with water pounding on her back and head. Rueben could imagine the curves of her muscles, the calmness in her eyes which felt so dangerous like nepenthe, and Rueben was willing to dissolve in her nectar.

Suddenly, pockets of that old familiar scent began to decorate the surrounding air along with physical touch. The soft caress of the scent moved up her back and tangled in her hair. A bubble of orgasmic formed in Rueben's gut as her fingers began to work diligently, getting the witch to the point of bliss. She thought of she-wolf piercings and wanted to bite down onto them while pulling into his passion locks. His massive hand grabbing, groping her flesh, her curves, Rueben finger enter her womanhood causing loud purrs to fall from her mouth. The witch leaned her head against the stone floor with eyes closed, water beating on her back whilst orgasmic sensual ripped at her insides. She quivered violently against their memories when the lust scent melted around her.

And once she came down from the power culmination, the witch had ever felt. The need for aftercare was ever-present, but Rueben had no instructions on how to do it. So, she laid there in the fetal position with tears streaming down her face while her lust flowed down the drain. Rueben has always had these types of fantasy, but she hasn't acted on it. This feeling was too much to handle on her own, so she picked herself up and stumbled towards the walking closet. 

Pulling the leather jacket onto her bare arms and bending down to tug the laces on combat boots. She reached for Crystal to find her gone while the sense of roses, freshly cut grass and sweet pea moved through the closet. She cussed under her breath, blaming Crystal and her lust for her misfortune. Rueben strapped her holster onto her thigh and ankle before rushing out of the day bed area towards the tea garden where four witches sat.

Reuben found them lounging under a giant leaf on mismatched seats. A round table sat in the middle of the sunlit greenhouse. A tea had been set, mismatched teacups and cakes, biscuits, pastries which only made Rueben's mouth water, and flowers tucked in every possible spot. Silvia held up the Crystal between her fingers with a grim expression on her face, which looked like it was carved out of marble. Her inky black hair was in a perfect updo along with taunted lips and coal pools for eyes.

Isidora sat on a seat like a painting "So you met them" a woman with a heart-shaped face, cute doe-eyed like a doll and sweet cupid bow lips which smirk over the rim of the teacup.

A crow-like voice sounded beside Rueben. "Sit," Regina's voice caused shivers to move up the witch's spine and made her instantly sit in the available seat. She had mature, wise eyes, bright white hair, and a walking cane. 

While Rowena pushed a cupcake towards Rueben "eat child" in her sweet voice, powder pink hair was a poofy curl, round glasses and a sweet motherly smile, Rueben huffed, leaning forward to grab the cupcake.

"Here we go," Rueben whispered to herself as she leaned back and prepared for the lecture of her life.