“It’s my own fault, I suppose.”
“You didn’t know your body would actually become the real age of the image you portray to the world.”
“I know I felt the age, but I never imagined I could actually break something.”
“It must seem strange to become so much older than you are,” Tarock said.
“Yes, aches and pains and all,” Ruby complained, rubbing her hip. “You would think when I change back into my true form this cursed hip pain would leave.”
“It usually does, dear heart, but it’s only natural that even your youthful form will ache a little after...” His voice trailed off while he gestured to the floor of the attic.
Ruby smiled. “It was divine, as always. Well worth the ache in my hip.”
“Next time we should go outside so I can take you on the grass.”
An image flashed in Ruby’s mind of kneeling upon the lush green grass with Tarock. He would get behind her and grasp her hips firmly in his large powerful hands, then poise himself before her passage, before entering her with his fully engorged manhood. Manhood! She hadn’t thought of a man’s cock in that term since the sixteenth century. All this talk of her age made her think back more and more about how old she truly was. Being a witch, she enjoyed the gift of a slow aging process. Though not immortal, in her true form she appeared as a woman in her early thirties. In fact, her true age exceeded five hundred years.
“As much as I’d love to, I can’t take the chance of one of my neighbors seeing us.”
“Not that they’d recognize you, darling. But I suppose it would still be quite a shock.”
Creating a cloaking potion to make her appear to age alongside her spouse had been easy. She developed the potion when she married Alfred, so they’d grown old together, just as he always predicted they would.
It was true Ruby had been admired and sought after by some of the most powerful warlocks and true immortals on earth. But she preferred the company of human males. Their tenderness, passion, and zest for life made them superior to the otherworldly males, not only in bed sport, but also as companions. The immortals possessed arrogance, being lackadaisical and unconcerned with life. Where-as mortals lived each day as though it could be their last, as indeed, it might be. Most immortals Ruby encountered were bored, having seen and experienced practically everything life had to offer. After meeting Alfred, Ruby took their relationship further than she had ever dared before with a mortal. They’d married, and the fifty years they spent together were the happiest of Ruby’s long life.
Watching the man she loved grow old and eventually die took more strength than she thought she possessed. If she’d been blessed with magical children like the other witches in her coven her loss may have been easier to bear. Over the years generations of witches and warlocks were born in her extended family while Ruby remained barren. And lonely. Until Alfred had come into her life. Dear Alfred, the man she’d loved the most by far over all of her earlier mates.
And yet, he’d been mortal.
After Alfred died, Ruby was forlorn. True, she had her coven, but she could not share that life with her beloved Alison and her grandchildren. She vowed to remain the aging old woman her family knew as long as possible despite it sometimes feeling like a confining existence. Then, Ruby recalled the spell to change an animal into human form.
The transformation was different for Tarock; for once he shifted, he could alter his form at will. Not so for Ruby. She used a potion to cloak herself as an old woman and another potion to turn herself back. Sweet Tarock sometimes got so impatient for her to change he insisted he would make love to her no matter how she appeared. Ruby wouldn’t have minded but for the fact her old body couldn’t possibly keep up to Tarock. Keeping up to him in her youthful form was difficult enough.
“Have you decided what to do about Alison?” Tarock purred.
Ruby stroked him while she sat in a huge overstuffed chair in the attic. Tarock sat between her feet with his head resting back against her naked belly. His hair felt silky soft running through her fingers. “I think I do have an idea.”
Tarock turned around to kneel before her. “Tell me.”
“I’ll make myself a nurse to care for me.”
“Make yourself one, love?” His tongue licked his lips.
Ruby watched the anticipation cross his face. “Yes. I’ll cast a spell upon a sweet white dove and turn it into my doting nurse. That should satisfy Alison.”
“Yes, it should. Now, sweet Ruby, let me satisfy you.”
As Tarock’s head came down, Ruby lifted her bare hips to him wantonly. She arched her back against the chair and watched as his mouth burrowed beneath her nest of curls. His tongue flicked out, touching her softly, then he began lapping at her sensuously as though she was a treasured dish of cream to be leisurely enjoyed.
“Damn you, Tarock,” Ruby said through gritted teeth. He took such delight in teasing her. Though she must admit she enjoyed his sexual play, and quickly became hungry for more.
“Mmmm,” Tarock purred. The vibration of his mouth made Ruby’s hips leap up even higher off the chair. Her head thrashed back and forth as she felt one large finger slip into her silky sheath, and then she felt another.
“More Tarock!” she begged.
“Greedy witch.” When he lifted his head, she grabbed hold of his hair and pulled him back down on her.
“Yes. I am a greedy witch. More, Tarock, more,” she hissed as she felt another finger slip deep inside of her. He worked his fingers, moistened with her juices, in and out while Ruby panted hard.
“Come for me, witch,” he demanded. “Come for me now.”
Ruby screamed out his name as waves of release washed over her. She rode out her climax as Tarock continued to splay her with his tongue and fingers. Finally, she collapsed on the chair.
“Why didn’t you take your pleasure too?” she asked him.
“It is my greatest pleasure just to please you, my love,” he told her.
Ruby smiled at him as he twisted around and settled against the chair. He leaned back and rested his head against her belly again. Tomorrow would be soon enough to catch her dove and make herself a nurse. Tonight she would spend making love to Tarock.