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Rougarou Girlfriend: Gisela 2 (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2020-07-22 20:01:00 +0000 UTCThere were still no signs of hunters in Hearthway Hollow, but Adam insisted on staying vigilant just in case. In a way I agreed, they could be waiting for a moment where we seemed lax. Then again, part of me wondered if there wasn’t already someone here. Hearthway Hollow was a quiet place and it usually took care of itself. The pack kept the peace, but it was my job to assure it. Adam led the wolves, I led the humans, I was lucky that Adam saw us on equal footing.
Despite the peace, I had not seen Gisela in a long while. She had told me that the New Moon was the center point of her transformations. One was fast coming, so she was at the high point in her transformation. I kept messaging her, but she only sent the smallest replies.
“Are you okay?” I would ask.
“I’ll be fine.” She would answer.
After a while of this back and forth, I wanted to make really sure. “You don’t have to reply, but I just want you to know you can tell me anything. If you’re in pain, if you’re worried about your appearance, I want to know. But it’s up to you to tell me.”
I was surprised by how quickly she then texted me back. “It isn’t just that.”
“What’s happened? Did something happen in Louisiana?”
“No.” Those two letters suspended there on the screen for a long time before she started typing again. “Something a little more embarrassing.”
“I see. Anything you feel like sharing?”
“I would like to. But I’m not sure how I’ll react.”
I was a bit confused by her wording. “How ‘I’ll’ react, or, how ‘you’ll’ react?”
“Me. Even the slightest thing could set me off. Even just thinking about you sometimes makes me salivate.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Sort of?”
It takes longer than I care to admit for it to click into place what she’s saying but not trying to say out loud. “Busy month, I take it?”
“It happens. I just wish it didn’t when I am fully transformed. Makes it harder to, you know?”
“Even in Louisiana?”
“For me, personally.”
“Are you okay, though?” I ask again. “You can tell me if there is anything I can do for you.”
There’s a long pause before she replies to me again. “I miss you. I keep thinking about you. But I need to be careful.”
“I understand. I usually don’t have that effect on women, but I get it.”
“You have an effect on me.”
I smile to myself. “Offer stands. I’d like to see you again, it’s been a long time. But you know what’s best for you. So I’ll wait for your word.”
“Thanks, Alex.”
That evening at home, I’m sitting on the porch, enjoying the rain and the cool breeze it brings. I dread how humid it will be tomorrow, but at least for now it’s nice. I sip my beer, which is ice cold, and try to focus on the pages in front of me.
The sound of the rain shifts, and it sounds like it’s falling on something soft in the woods. I hear breathing, it’s faint, but I can tell it’s there. After years of growing up with three brothers, I had grown very alert when it came to the dark. Anyone of them could be lurking with shaving cream or noogies to throw at me. I set my book aside and look into the woods. I think I see fireflies glowing in the shadows. But they are fixed and very still.
It is eyes.
I take a steadying breath and stand from my seat, moving closer to the edge of the porch. I smell a faint whiff of perfume in the air.
“It’s raining, you should come inside.” I extend my hand out beyond the porch. “It can’t be comfortable for you.”
She places her hand in mine. The skin is velvety with tufts of fur on the knuckles and back of her hand. “It wasn’t raining when I left.” Gisela steps up onto the porch, she’s wearing her hoodie and all I can see of her is her hair hanging out. She’s gotten taller, just a few inches over me. Her back arches, causing her shoulders to slope forward. Her skin is dark, almost black with hints of yellow and green. There’s patches of fur along her hips and legs, as well as a long, bony tail.
“I’ll get you something to dry off with, come on in.” I hold her hand dearly, bringing her into my home. She stands while I fetch towels from the bathroom, keeping her head down the entire time. As I approach, I hear her sniffling.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I don’t know why I came here,” she begins to cry. She places her hands inside the hoodie where her face is. “I wanted to see you so bad. But I know I’m-” She whimpers pitifully.
“I’m glad you’re here,” I say gently. “I wanted to see you too.”
Gisela shakes her head furiously. “Not like this.”
“Especially like this.” I offer the towel again. “You’re soaked through. If you want, I’ll get you one of my hoodies.”
“Would you-” she hiccups, “would you mind?”
I smile. “Not at all. I’ll be right back.” I go back to my bedroom and fetch a hoodie from my winter storage. When I come back out, I see the back of her head as she’s drying herself off. Her head is slightly pointed, and her hair hangs down around sharp, almost doberman like ears.
“I’ll lay it here.” I set the hoodie on the table. “When you’re ready, I’ll be in my bedroom. Just knock on the door.”
“Okay,” her voice sounds small and shy.
I sit on the foot of my bed, taking in deep breaths. I am excited, yet so nervous at the same time. In the midst of trying to clear my thoughts, there is a knock on the door.
“I’m ready,” Gisela says from the other side.
I step out to meet her. She’s wearing my old college hoodie and it looks a bit bigger on her than her old one. “You look cute,” I say with a smile.
Gisela fidgets with her fingers. “It smells like you. I like it, but it’s a bit like playing with fire.”
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I can drive you home if you’re worried.”
“I can behave.” She tugs the hem of the hoodie down. “I really wanted to see you.”
“Would you like something to drink then? I have some leftovers if you’re hungry.” I move to the fridge.
“Alcohol might be a bad idea for me right now. Wouldn’t want these claws pawing at you, would you?” She holds her hands out flat, showing me the rough, leathery palms and the sharp curled claws where her nails had once been.
I look them over then sigh. “You don’t know what I want.” I give her a big grin then take her hand and kiss the center of her palm.
“Easy!” She snatches her hand back. “You don’t know what even your smile does to me.”
“Sorry,” I bite my smile back. “I have popsicles? Do you like grape?”
Gisela nods her head. “I do.”
I take one out for her. “Growing up, me and my brothers used to always fight over them. Now, I can have them all to myself if I want.”
“Do your brothers still live here?” I see a black tongue extend from the hoodie and her hair and a spark of excitement bounces in my guts.
“Two of them do, one started working with this traveling carnival a few years ago, but he still visits here often.” I lean on the counter which divides us. “What about you? I know your mothers have adopted a lot of kids throughout the years. Do you still keep in touch?”
She nods. “I have a couple I’m much closer to, though.” I see that black tongue again as it catches droplets on the popsicle.
“What about your home in Louisiana?” I ask. “Have you heard anything?”
Gisela sighs. “Things seem calm, but everyone is so afraid to leave. They’re starting to worry about food.”
“Is there anything we can do? Surely if we sent Billy and Beau down there, we could get some supplies in on their trucks, not to mention it’s Billy and Beau.”
Gisela chuckles softly. “They want to wait. They don’t want anyone else to get hurt.” She then clears her throat. “Sorry, I’m just uhm...feeling a bit warm all of a sudden.”
“Do you want to step outside?”
Gisela shakes her head. “No. I just need a moment to uhm-”
“Take off the hood,” I suggest. “Your ears are what’s holding in the heat.”
Gisela goes still and silent. The popsicle starts to melt onto her fingers. “I don’t want you to see me.”
I furrow my brow. “Why not?”
“I just don’t.”
I sigh. “Okay. That’s fine. But I still think you’re beautiful, Gisela. You’re cute, no matter what. The way you play with your fingers, the way you talk, none of that changes. You’re still this sweet, lovely woman to me.”
“Rougarou aren’t pretty,” she whispers.
“Says who?” I ask. “Who’s told you that to your face?”
Gisela shrugs. “No one, but-”
“Good. Because if there was someone, I would make sure to take every word they said and throw them away for you.”
“Alex,” Gisela fidgets in place. “It’s getting hotter in here.”
I chew on my cheek. “I can turn the AC on for you.”
She reaches up, slowly moving away her hood. Her muzzle is quite long, showing the sharp teeth, her hair hangs around her head, barely showing her eyes which have become all black, save for golden pupils. She ducks her head down and turns slightly.
I take the popsicle from her and wipe her hand clean. “There we go, much better.” I smile up at her. “Why, Gisela, what big teeth you have.”
Gisela giggles gently. “Don’t tease me.”
I reach up, brushing her long hair away from her face. She closes her eyes and presses closer to my palm. “Please, don’t tease me.” This time she moans.
My heart feels as though it’s beating in several places. “I wouldn’t. But I would do anything for you, Gisela.”
“Alex,” she whimpers.
I stiffen my back to kiss her, pressing my lips all over her face. I kiss down her neck, nipping gently so that her breath catches in her throat.
Gisela grips her hands tight upon my shoulders. “I said don’t tease.”
“I’m not.” I lick my lips. “If you want to go lay down on the bed, I’ll show you.”
Gisela pulls her hands back and nods her head. “Only if you’re sure. I could...we could-” Her breath catches again.
I take her hand and lead her inside. She sits down on the bed and looks up at me shyly. “Take your clothes off first,” she says.
I smirk. “Okay, you’re the boss tonight.” I strip away my clothes, giving her a show as I take my time. As I drop my pants, she gasps softly and squeezes her thighs tighter together.
“You’re hard?” She says in surprise.
“Only half.” I kneel down to kiss her, running my fingers through her hair then trailing my lips down her neck.
Gisela lays on the bed, pulling me on top of her. I slide my hand under her hoodie, finding velvety skin. Her small breasts are present, but her nipples are quite large. She shivers when I brush my fingertips against them.
“Is it okay?” I ask.
“Yeah.” Gisela pants. “I’m just not used to it.”
I smile at her. “Just tell me what you want, whatever you like. I’m here to serve.”
Gisela tugs up her hoodie, exposing her chest to me. I kiss down this new expanse, rubbing my hands down her sharp ribs and kissing the hollow of her belly. I lick between her breasts, hearing her breath shudder. Her nipples are a dark dusky color, sticking straight up and flaring at the tip. I lick around one and she cries out. I lick the other and she goes silent. I take the nipple into my mouth, sucking upon it and her claws dig into the nape of my neck. She moans deeply, letting it rumble in her chest.
I get more pleasure hearing her voice than I have with anything. I slip my fingers into her shorts, finding something wet and hot. “How are you?” I whisper. “Still okay?”
She wheezes and nods her head. “I’m trying to stay still.”
“You can move.” I remove her shorts and she hikes her legs up. I move between her thighs, kissing them and her mound. Her vulva is quite plump and her clit juts out quite large from the flesh. There is a heat radiating from her that steams my glasses, so I take them off and set them aside.
“Gisela, I’m going to kiss you here, okay?” I tap the mound and her legs quiver.
“Okay,” she squeaks.
I kiss then slowly lick her clit. Using my fingers, I open her vulva, finding two slick lips between them. There’s a ripple like quality to her entrance, perhaps it’s because of the heat she’s in. Above me, she’s gasping for breath and her body is starting to writhe on my bed. She clutches to the blanket and her hips rise slightly.
I ease my fingers inside her, finding her molten hot. She grips tight around the digits, letting out a shrill, yipping sound. I lick her clit, swirling my tongue around it before sinking my lips over it to suck. I pump my fingers inside her, twisting them and swirling them to find that special spot inside her.
Gisela shakes, bucking her hips as her voice goes silent. I hear the blanket rip and then, inside, she feels as though she bursts. A gush of heat goes down my knuckles and she throws herself away from me. She flops onto her belly and curls up fetal there on the bed, nearly crying as she shivers.
“Hey,” I whisper softly. “Everything alright?”
She whimpers and trembles, managing to nod. She eventually uncurls and takes a deep breath. “Give me a minute, please. I’ve never...that’s never-” A smile spreads across her muzzle.
I lay down against her back, kissing her neck and shoulders. Her whole body is pleasantly hot.
“I’ve never come like that before,” she giggles shyly.
“I’m glad.” I kiss the ridges of her back. “You deserve it.”
She wiggles her hips, digging herself into my lap. “Alex,” she moans. “I don’t think I’m done.”
I gently bite her shoulder as I rut myself against her. Her tail moves, letting me feel the wetness between her thighs. “I told you,” I breathe,” you’re the boss tonight.”
She turns around and places herself on top of me. I look up at her, watching her breathe deeply. She’s heaving on my hips, but it’s a pleasurable feeling. I run my hands up her thighs to her waist and back down again.
“When I go into heat, it lasts a while,” she whispers. “I can understand if it’s overwhelming to you.”
“It’s okay.” I grin up at her. “I’m having fun with you. I like making you feel good. I like seeing what I’m seeing now.”
Gisela wiggles on top of me. “Why?”
“I just do.”
Gisela dips down, biting my neck and licks my cheek. She takes me and guides me inside where I could melt. The strong grip of her inner muscles tightens around me, causing my brain to go to mush. She gently drags her claws down my chest. She snarls under her breath, slowly moving her hips.
I can’t quite describe what happened after that as everything went so fast and so rough, it was like some blurry music video. Gisela wasn’t demanding, but she was needy. In the thick of her heat, she had a lot of energy to expunge. She rode me hard into the bed. Then she was on her knees with her face buried into the pillow. The night wore on long, and I never noticed the storm that came through.
By morning, I was still breathless, and the humid prickle to the air hadn’t quite reached my senses. Gisela was sleeping sounding under a ripped comforter as I lay beside her. My head was spinning and my throat was dry and, when I stood to get water, my legs nearly buckled under the preassure.
I went to the bathroom, splashing water on my face before gulping down handfuls. I was a mess, but I couldn’t stop grinning.
I went back to bed, kissing Gisela on the cheek. “You can stay as long as you want. I need to get to work soon.”
She moans and rolls over. “What are you doing after work?”
“I’m gonna have dinner with you.” She wraps her arms around me as we kiss. “Then I’m going to eat you again.”
“Don’t get me excited if you have to leave,” she warns.
“Get some sleep.” I tuck the blanket around her again. “There’s plenty of food in the fridge, help yourself to anything.”
“I want you,” she chuckles.
“I have to go to work or else I’d give myself over willingly.” I have to force myself away from her. Nothing would make me happier than staying in bed all day with her. Unfortunately, I rarely get rest with my job.
I go into work a little late, but still grinning. My day feels far too long, I just want to get home to Gisela again. For the next few days, we’re never apart aside from my job. When I’m at home, I’m with her, either eating or easing her through her heat.
On Sunday, I wake to the sound of rain outside. Gisela is sleeping peacefully and I think to myself how happy I’ve been. Not just because of the sex, but because I’m with someone I feel a genuine connection to. Vampire, werewolf, rougarou, whatever she could possibly be, I would love her no matter what. I would willingly spend my life in her arms.
Gisela sighs deeply and rolls over, curling herself against my body. “Good morning.”
“Hungry?”
“Not yet.” Gisela’s tail wags under the blankets. “I just want to lay here for a little while longer.”
I smile. “Sounds good to me.”
Something thuds beyond the bedroom door. I sit up in alarm and Gisela rises with me. “What was that?” She whispers.
“You stay here.” I put on my pants and go to the door. “Stay here, okay. I’ll be right back.” I open the bedroom door and I see the front door is wide open.
“Alex?” Gisela whimpers.
“It’s okay,” I whisper back at her. I close the bedroom door behind me then walk over to the open one. I look aside then study the door frame. It looks like someone kicked the door in. I look around, not seeing anything. Everything is far too quiet.
“Is someone there?” I ask sternly.
Glass shatters and Gisela screams from the bedroom and I rush back. Inside I see the window is shattered as someone shoots through the panes. The door was a diversion. I get Gisela out of the room, but I notice she’s bleeding from the shoulder.
“Get out of here,” Gisela starts to cry. “Run!”
“I’m not leaving you here!”
The door is kicked open again and Gisela screams. I throw myself in front of her and I feel a white, hot searing pain go through my back. There’s a ringing in my ears and I can’t hear anything going on around me. Gisela has blood all over her hands. She’s then on top of me and I see more blood on the floor. The edges of my vision start to turn white and I’m going numb.
The last thing I remember is Gisela looking down at me before I’m lifted up into the air.
I wake up to the sterile scent of the hospital. I hear the beep of a machine and hushed voices beyond the door.
“Easy now,” I hear my dad say. “You’re gonna be okay.”
“What happened?” My voice breaks. “Where’s Gisela? Is she okay?”
My dad sighs. “I’ve been told a lot in the past ten hours. Gisela is fine, she had to have stitches, but she’s with her mother. The hunter who shot you, he’s here’s as well, got into a scuffle with your girlfriend.”
“So uh...you know about Hearthway Hollow now?”
“I’ll get used to it,” he chuckles. “How do you feel?”
“Like I’m on pain meds.”
Come morning, I’m able to take visitors. Adam is the first, then Billy after him. Mrs. Locklear shows up with Gisela in tow. I hug her so tight I never want to let go.
“I was so scared,” she whimpers. “I thought I was going to lose you.”
“Thank you,” I whisper. “You saved my life.”
The hunter is questioned once he’s healed and he reveals that he and his team were hired to get rid of the Rougarou in Louisiana by some mysterious benefactor. He was put in jail. After I got out of the hospital, Gisela moved in to help take care of me. She got to know my dad, and the two became friends.
As Gisela’s transformation started to fade, I still found myself in love with her. It didn’t matter what she looked like, just as long as it was her.
About two months later, Gisela approached me, looking like the cat caught with the canary. “I have some news,” she confesses. “It may come as a bit of a shock.”
“What, are you pregnant?” I tease.
She grimaces then takes the pregnancy test from her hoodie. “How’d you guess?” She says unsurely.
I drop everything I’m holding. “You are?”
Gisela nods. “I know we’ve not known each other long, and I know you said you wanted to be married before you start having-” I embrace her tight, holding her strongly in my arms. “Is it okay?” She starts to cry.
“Of course. We’ll get married, if you want to. We don’t even have to.” I kiss her and smile at her. “I shouldn’t be surprised!” I laugh. “As much as we went at it while you were in heat.”
“I know!” She laughs through tears. “But are you sure?”
I kiss her again. “I love you, my big beautiful rougarou. I’m sure.”
We decided to find a bigger place to live, so we found a house that was further away from town, but big enough for our growing family. It was old and once belonged to Mrs. Locklear’s family. We decided to live further out so that we could have privacy, and during her transformations, Gisela could have peace and quiet.
“I thought after leaving Louisiana, I’d never find anything else like it again.” Gisela says one evening as we snuggle together. Her belly thrums with little kicks inside. “I’m glad I found you.”
