The mysterious mate

The night before the quest

Ethan: Okay, this is what we are going to do. We will ask each other questions in turn. You don't hold back, ask me anything and we have to answer the question honestly, okay?

Darcy nodded. Henry was still embarrassed, his image was so important to him, that story was the most humiliating thing that happened to him. Now she knew, so he kept his head low looking at his pride leaving him. Since Jasmine was too uneasy to go in the room, they sat around the kitchen table.

Ethan: So, you can talk to ghost? What else?

She nodded.

Darcy: I can see, talk and touch them... Some are stronger, some are weaker. Tishanna is one of the strong ones. She must have been a very powerful warrior back then. And Henry must think of her often for her not to get weaker...

Henry agreed in silence. She was a hell of a fighter back then. Jasmine cringed, she was herself one of the strongest, fearless warrior in all the Fang Howlers pack, yet she couldn't fight what she couldn't see, touch or smell. That terrified her. Ethan nodded and pointed at her to let her know it was her turn. She thought about it, there were so many questions running wild in her head. Questions she had about him, this pack, concept she didn't understand... Yet one question was never answered since she was a child and she kept hearing it often for the past month (evidently from Tish) .

Darcy: What is "s*x"?

The three of them sighed. Ethan cleared his throat, feeling uneasy. His movements and facial expressions showed how flustered he was. Jasmine ended up giggling.

Ethan: Erm.. it's when two people... emm... It's a reproductive physical experience.

Henry and Jasmine were wheezing. Darcy still didn't understand what it meant. Jasmine ended up explaining the whole thing in a way that was understandable for her. Explaining the physical differences between men and women and all the basics leading to the real question. She then gave her a phone she had and told her to press play on the video. The second Ethan heard the jingle, he knew exactly on what website she was. He fought himself not to take the phone away from her, or blush. Once the video began, Darcy turned red, and seemed disgusted.

Ethan: What?

Darcy: He put his tongue in her mouth...

Jasmine laughed before making circles with her finger to tell her to wait longer. "If she is embarrassed about a kiss, I can't wait to see her reaction when the main course begins."

After a few seconds, they saw her gasp, putting her hand over her mouth and put the phone down, facing the table. Her face became purple, she threw the phone away while the woman in the video started screaming relentlessly.

Darcy: He impaled her... With that thing... She's screaming.

Ethan: No...

Darcy: It must hurt...

Ethan's back straightened, his eyes widened.

Ethan: No, no, on the contrary, it's amazing! It's... she moaned, from pleasure! Doing this is fun!

They ended up explaining the whole process again, so she would understand.

Darcy: So... it doesn't hurt?

Together: No!

"So when she told me to make him happy with my mouth and hole, that what she ment...He seem to want me to think it's a good thing... so maybe I should..."

Ethan felt relieved. Even after all the explanations and the video she saw, she didn't seem to know what it was. That was probably the first pe*is she saw. Which means, Clayton might really not have taken advantage of her that way.

Once she understood, they kept questioning each other. Their hobbies, families, her powers.

Henry: So you're saying that someone here is possessed by a demon. How do we know it's a demon?

Darcy: Oliver didn't have the time to transfer all of his knowledge to me. It takes time to do so. I know that if demons are in contact with holy water, they "burn". They don't die, but it is supposed to hurt them. Otherwise, we were working on a trap, but since his grand-daughter disappeared, the demon probably got him too.

Jasmine: Did you make us drink holy water?

Darcy looked down, keeping her voice even lower than her usual whispers. She said "yes". She wanted to make sure they were safe and the Devil didn't get them. When Henry asked if they were safe, she nodded.

She then gave one of her iron bottles to Jasmine.

Darcy: If you have doubts, you can drop some on someone or in their drink, but know that it will get angry if it's identity is revealed.

Jasmine dropped a little on her hand, nothing happened. She smiled. She was not a demon.

Ethan: I can't believe you spy on us. This is something I never thought you'd do. But you are my mate and the future Luna of this pack, so of course you should know what's going on... but I want you to ask me... not spy on us, understood?

She blushed, feeling ashamed of herself. She could hear Tishanna say:" I told you so!" in her mind and got angry at herself.

Darcy: Yes, I'm sorry I won't do it again...

Ethan: Good... Now, I believe you know that tomorrow we will meet one of the most powerful witch in the country. Are you ready for it?

That was not really his question. He hadn't told her that he and Henry believed she was the long lost daughter of Arianna and Guzzo Dalbuquerque. Yet he was worried that Tishanna might have told her. Did she know?

She nodded, but it did not seem like Tish told her about any of it.

She was still a jumpy cat, nervous all the time, but she got comfortable around them. She was still afraid they would abandon her or hurt her in any way. She still hadn't let her guard down, but she was happy. She felt safe next to Ethan. She wanted to touch him, hold him, like when she held that baby in the Fairmoon pack.

Darcy: Master Ethan permission to ask a question?

Ethan: Come on don't give me that. Call me Ethan. And you don't have to ask permission.

Darcy: But, this is more... personal.

He nodded, letting out a sigh. Henry, once more hit his leg with the back of his hand and gave him an angry look.

Darcy: Permission to initiate physical contact?

Ethan blushed. Jasmine stood up fast, bumping her thighs against the table. She then grabbed Henry by his collar, lifting him off the ground.

Jasmine: Okay, that's our Q to leave, let's go Henry.

Henry: MY SHIRT! YOU'RE GOING TO RIP IT, COME ON JAZZ I LOVE THIS SHIRT! DON'T YOU BREAK THIS ONE TOO!

When they left, Ethan didn't know what to do. He gazed at her intensely, printed her gorgeous face in his mind. After some time of being well fed, her cheeks rounded up, she looked even more attractive than before. ( She still was sad to see that her breasts remained sadly flat) Sometimes, he had to fight the urge to cup her cheeks and kiss her luscious lips. Sometimes? No, every second, he dreamed of her, calling out his name while he covered her with kisses. He wished to be able to make her his. Sometimes, his desires would be so strong, he had to quarantine himself in order to not do anything stupid. His inner wolf was craving her touch, her voice, her love. Yet she was still so far away from him. It has been a month. Usually, newly mated werewolf will consume their love within a week or two, but she was not it. She was a witch. They do have fated mates, but they call them soul mates. She felt the bond, yet she simply didn't know what it was. She never felt that way for anyone. Her heart beating fast, the reaction of her body when he touched her, her desire to see him, touch him was strong, but she believed it was inappropriate to have those kinds of thoughts about someone, so she shut them down. But now, her desire to hold him in her arms was as strong as ever.

Ethan: You can go and touch me wherever you want. My body and soul are yours. I will be yours for as long as you want me to.

She blushed, looking away from him. He was so sweet to her. So gentle and caring, in a way, she didn't think was possible. She felt like those princesses in the Disney movies she's been watching lately. Her hand reached his forearm. A spark of electric chock traveled through every inch of her body. She thought she would try and hold him. But she wasn't courageous enough. She dared herself to just stand up and hold him. Do it like a band-aid. She began to tremble. Seeing how nervous she was, he smiled and thought about hugging her himself. Suddenly, at the count of three, she stood and wrapped his head in her arms. It was warm, comforting, pleasant. Their bodies lit like a bomb of desires. Even if he knew exactly what he wanted to do to her, she didn't. She wanted to hug him tighter, something was missing. She needed to touch him more, but couldn't quite understand how, since every inch of her body was glued to him. How could she want more?

She unwillingly stepped back, all flustered and hot, while he sadly let her go, finally noticing how his face was squeezed between her breasts. He smiled a bit thinking they were almost absent but that's how he liked them, so that made him even more eager to touch them more.

She quickly began to play with a strain of hair nervously.

Ethan: What's wrong?

She simply shook her head.

Ethan groaned, went to the bathroom to get a cold shower. When he got out, she had already changed into a black mini pajama shorts and a fuzzy pink tank top. She was adorable, sexy and Ethan was more frustrated than before.

Darcy: Good night.

Ethan: Wait...

She was sprinkling salt on the floor to sceal her bedroom from ghosts. She stopped to stand back up and face him. He became nervous, almost regretting his next move, but his body and wolf needed some intimacy.

Ethan: Are you okay if I sleep with you tonight?

She was surprised by his request. Then she thought about ghosts. Was he scared? She thought he didn't want to be alone with all those spirits and the demons around, so she nodded.

Exhilarated, he stood close to her, but he was abruptly stopped by her finger. She finished the salt ring around the door and entered her room with a very small smile on her face. She was proud of herself.

Darcy: Safe here.

He laughed. She was so adorable, his lower heart lit in a wildfire. They set themselves in bed. He felt a bit cold. She lay on her back and closed her eyes. He felt like having a second cold shower. He turned her way, leaning his head on his hand.

Ethan: Hey.

Darcy turned to him. She wanted to hold him again and felt like her greed was wrong. "Maybe Luna Vanessa was right... I am greedy."

Ethan: Can I come closer?

His beauty was astonishing. She could not look at him, scared that her greed might overflow, pushing her to ask for it. She began to overthink. Anxiety creeped up. She pulled a strain of hair and the second he saw that, he felt like he was being greedy and too lustful.

Ethan: It's okay if you don't want to.

Darcy: Sorry, what?

Ethan: Nothing, I'm sorry. Sleep now, Darcy. Good night.

Darcy: Good night.