Ozzie the Werewolf & Tryfon the Naiad (special preview)

The sound of rain filtered in through your sleep addled brain. You faded back into reality as rain hissed on the tin roof of your cabin. Sitting up in bed, you rubbed your eyes, squinting to see the steel gray that colored the world outside. You sighed, reaching for your glasses and then stretching. Joints popped, back snapped and you sighed in rumination on all those sounds coming from your body alone.

You then looked to the other side of the bed, seeing the obvious signs someone had slept there, but were no longer present. But the light to the bathroom was on, so that meant he was still here.

You got up from bed, tugging on a pair of old basketball shorts as you made your way into the kitchen. The rental cabin was small, barely three rooms if you included the bathroom. But for work, it was fine. You turned on the coffee pot to get started, yawning as you poured water into the back.

Strong, hairy arms slipped around you from the back, hugging your belly as the rest of the body came to rest upon your back. “You’re up early.”

You relaxed as his embrace melted you together. “I figured even with all the rain we’d still have some sort of work meeting.”

Ozzie’s warm hands rubbed up your stomach to your chest. You turned your head back, kissing him while you turned completely around.

“I’m glad for the rain, it’s keeping you around a lot longer,” Ozzie murmured.

“The crew gets paid one way or another,” you sighed. “This is a government job after all. We won’t leave until the facilities are built.”

Ozzie kissed you again, nuzzling your neck. “Never thought I’d meet a cute guy at work.”

You were trying to keep your head above the warm waters Ozzie was pulling you under. “That’s because you work with your family.”

Ozzie laughed, kissing your cheek again. “Only most of them are family.” He let you escape, stepping aside to look into the tiny fridge. “Maybe I should order something for breakfast.”

“I’m sure there’s donuts or something at work I can get,” you said.

Ozzie smirked, his dark five-o’clock shadow was particularly sexy that morning. He brushed back his hair from his face. “Now, I don’t know about you city types, but I like to buy breakfast for my partner when I cum in them.”

Your face turned bright red and you cleared your throat, adjusting your glasses as you thought they would steam up. “Ozzie, c’mon now.”

He chuckled and pulled out the two mugs from the sink. “Last night was good. Better than it has been.”

A rush swept through your chest as you recalled the night before. “You're my first since-” You touched the scars on your chest, running under each pec. “Well, I told you that whole story. But, yeah, last night was…whew.” You breathed out heavily and both of you laughed.

Ozzie kissed your shoulder before pouring coffee into the cups. “I wonder what your other admirer would have thought.”

“The fishing warden?” You asked. “No. Tryfon’s annoyed I fell into his precious river. He’s more likely to kill me than kiss me.”

Ozzie grinned into his coffee as he stirred in the copious amounts of sugar. “Knowing Try-Hard I don’t think he’s quite that annoyed.”

“Don’t call him that, he just really likes his job,” you scoffed.