“Did you see anything?” Ruby asked as Tarock emerged up through the floor into the tree house later that afternoon.
He transformed himself into a man. “No, I can sense him though. It’s like I know what room he’s in, but I just fail to catch a glimpse of him.”
“He’s a crafty devil; it’s in his nature.”
“Just as it is in my nature to be stroked and petted,” Tarock said seductively.
Ruby noticed the intent behind his look. “You naughty kitty.”
Tarock came forward and took Ruby into his arms. “There’s a cozy rug on the floor, a chair, and even a tiny couch. All kinds of possibilities. And there is all that green grass outside.”
“You’ve been into the catnip again, haven’t you?” Ruby sighed as Tarock nibbled on her ear. Ruby had picked some apples off the tree in her yard, and grabbed some vegetables from her garden for them to eat, but Tarock hadn’t shown much interest in her offerings. Ruby figured he had probably taken advantage of his feline form to hunt down something more to his liking.
“And it makes me so hot for you.”
Ruby put her hand over the large bulge in Tarock’s tight leather pants. “Everything makes you hot, darling. Why don’t you get out of these?”
He’d shed his cloak in the tree house the last time he changed form. If Ruby’s neighbors happened to peek over the high wooden fence around her yard, she hoped they’d think Tarock was her gardener. Although, in those leather pants, it would be quite a stretch.
“What are you thinking about, love?” Tarock asked as he slipped out of his pants and let them drop to the floor. He wore a leopard g-string.
“I’m thinking the next time I go out, I’ll get you some clothes. Shorts for outside, and definitely some boxers.”
Bending his arms up over his head, Tarock swung his hips around in a slow rhythmic circle as though gyrating to music. “What’s wrong with these?”
“Oh, nothing. I just can’t seem to concentrate when you prowl around in them.”
“Well, you’ll have to put up with them because I don’t know how long we’re going to be stuck out here.” He winked at her.
“Yes. This is quite a problem. We’ve been outside most of the day, while that feather brain lives it up in my house.”
“The bastard,” hissed Tarock. He stopped swinging his hips around and sat down on the carpet, stretching out his long legs before him and leaning back on his hands.
“I can only imagine the devilry he’s been up to. He’s got my potions and my spell book.”
“You’ve got access to your special little garden though. Couldn’t you whip up something out here to cook his goose?”
“If only I could. Unfortunately, I really need my caldron to mix a potion. The good thing is the spell book isn’t going to be very helpful to the raven if he can’t get to the garden for the ingredients.”
“Don’t you keep a bunch of dried herbs inside?”
“Yes, I do. But that cupboard is always locked. I tell Alison my medication is in there.”
“Wouldn’t she be surprised to see the bat wings and toad stools you’ve got hidden away?”
Ruby threw an old pillow at him. “Very funny.”
Tarock laid right back on the floor and tucked the pillow behind his head. Ruby couldn’t resist the temptation and straddled his body, resting her bottom on his lower region.
Tarock smiled and arched his hips lifting her up off the floor. “Want to go for a ride?”
“Oh, yeah.”
“Then hold on tight.” He thrust his hips up and down mimicking the sway of a horse while Ruby braced her hands on his massive chest. As she felt him harden beneath her, she scooted back farther on his thighs and freed him from his leopard g-string. It only took her a moment longer to rise up and shed her pants and panties before resuming her position on top of him.
Now she grasped her bucking stallion’s handle with both hands. When Tarock began to pant and sheen with perspiration, he stilled his motions. Ruby slid off to sit beside him, his cock still in her hands. While he watched anxiously, she lowered her head to flick her tongue against his tip. Teasingly, she licked down the length of his shaft. Tarock growled and buried his hands in her hair. Ruby cuddled his ball sack while she took him into her mouth. Deep into her throat he plunged, forcing her to go up onto her knees to accommodate his length. His hips took on a pumping rhythm again as he slid in and out.
“Yes, my love,” he gasped, purrs of excitement rumbling in his chest.
Ruby squeezed his balls and deep throated him once more before pulling free. Tarock reared up in frustration. He rolled, taking her with him in his arms, pinning her beneath him.
“Little tease.”
“You love it, darling,” she insisted innocently.
Not to be outdone, he grinned mischievously and Ruby knew she was in for it. Feeling his hand push against her thighs and settle between her legs, she awaited his retribution. She gasped as a large finger inserted into her passage. She met and held his gaze as he slipped in a second finger. No longer able to contain her ecstasy, she squeezed her eyes shut and rocked her head from side to side. Deeply, he pushed his fingers up inside of her causing a deep moan to escape from her lips. When Ruby thought she could take no more, he bent low and buried his face in her pussy. With his free hand he guided one of her legs up over his shoulder while his tongue licked at her clit. Ruby threw her other leg over him and arched up her hips against the pressure of his mouth.
“Please!” she gasped, her desperate need making her beg.
Tarock finally took mercy on her and rolled onto his back, his breath releasing in quick pants. Ruby waited a moment until her own frantic breaths evened out. Once she regained control she sat up and reached out to stroke his rock hard cock. Silky soft, and yet, so mighty. She straddled him and used her hand to guide him deep inside of her. Buried to the hilt, Tarock resumed his up and down movements. Soon his chest was covered with a sheen of sweat. Feeling warm herself, Ruby peeled off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Tarock wasted no time in reaching for her generous breasts. He squeezed her rosebud nipples with his thumb and fingertips while his hips moved faster and faster.
“Tarock!”
He grit his teeth and stared into her eyes.
Both of them reached their peak simultaneously. Ruby screamed her release as Tarock arched back his head and roared like a lion.
When the moonlight shined down upon the yard late that night, Tarock took Ruby outside onto the grass. Both of them completely naked danced around hand in hand before their lust overtook them. Tarock went down onto his knees and Ruby lowered beside him. He knelt behind her and held her hips firmly in his hands while he guided his cock inside of her. He plunged deep with long, slow strokes before his thrusts turned to a frantic pace. Ruby secretly hoped the raven could see them outside one of the windows he skulked behind. Then he would know he wasn’t causing them to suffer as he no doubt wished they were. A movement in the upper window caught her eye, and she swore she saw the swish of a cape hastily turning away. Good! Enjoy the view bastard. They lingered in the yard, making love several times on the soft cushion of the grass before sauntering back to the tree.
They slept contently, wrapped in each other’s arms on the rug of the tree house. Early the next morning the bright sun streamed through the window resting on their faces waking them. Tarock stretched and gave a big yawn. He rose to his feet and reached out to Ruby. Slowly, he pulled her up against his body.
Ruby rested her head on his chest. “Do you think we’ll get back inside today?” She tried to keep the anxiousness from her voice so Tarock wouldn’t know how worried she truly was over their circumstances.
“Whatever happens we will be together. I love you, you know.”
“I know.” He obviously sensed her need to hear those words from him now, knowing her so intimately. She loved him too. Not that she had meant to, but she did. Somehow, along the way, their relationship became much more than she’d intended. She was not saddened by it. She still loved Alfred, and always would. But Tarock banished the loneliness, which lived far too long in her heart, and fitted himself neatly inside, filling it once again.
Both of them jumped when they heard the slam of a car door. Ruby rushed to the tree house window. “Oh no! It’s Alison.”
When she went toward the exit to scale down the steps, Tarock stopped her. “If you go running at your daughter appearing this way, she will call the police.”
“Oh, God, you’re right! What can we do? I can’t let her go inside, the raven will get her.” Ruby hurried back to the window and peeked toward the driveway. “She’s got Ellen with her!”
Tarock took Ruby into his arms and gave her a comforting squeeze. “I’ll distract them as long as I can. You’ll have to sneak in the back door and find the potion to cloak yourself.”
“What about the raven?”
“He’s cautious and probably hiding. Hearing the noise of the car should keep him away. Just try to get through the house to the front door and insist they visit outside. Above all, be careful.”
“All right.” Ruby waited for Tarock to turn back into a cat and climb down the tree. When he scampered across the grass toward the driveway, she began climbing down the steps. She reached the back of the house and eased the door open, then slipped inside. All was quiet; there was no sign of the raven. Ruby wasted no time in hurrying to the living room.
Even the tiniest of sounds made her wary, and she had to laugh a little over her fear. She’d braved the crossing of the ocean and the frontier of the New World. And she’d faced the trials in Salem and survived prosecution. Before that, she’d gone toe to toe with Henry the Eighth when he pursued her behind Anne Boleyn’s back.
One nasty black crow should be child’s play.
Ruby found one of her cloaking potions stashed behind a family portrait on the mantle of the fireplace. She drank it back while she viewed through the window the scene of Tarock interacting with Ellen and Alison outside. Gratefully, Tarock’s charm was working.
Ruby checked her appearance in the mirror near the door. Her hair was short and gray, no longer long and blonde, brushing upon her hips. Her sharp green eyes had lost some of their shine, and she appeared shorter than her actual height of five foot five. Instead of her youthful, timeless face, she now appeared wrinkled and slightly worn. She looked a bit disheveled, but it was to be expected, considering what she’d endured.
By the time Alison tired of Tarock’s play, the mother she was expecting to see was ready and waiting for her at the front door.