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If Lena could have married her own fingers, she most certainly would have.
After all, post-running away from her rich but toxic family to make a life of her own, her “ten pale friends” had been her only source of comfort for quite some time.
And, the source of quite a lot of money for her store, as an accidental humping of a vial of mint perfume mid-masturbating led her to ultimately create her life’s work: the world’s first ever lube to be used during sex.
Lena would spend year after year molding her work to perfection and scale as she ran her general store in a little Western, gold rush town called Smallville. Partly because she’d always been bright and creative. Partly because it was an interesting way to shut out the harsh words and deeds of the people who’d rejected her because of her magic. And, partly because she hoped that – if she kept drawing a wider crowd of people to her corner of the world – she’d eventually meet someone. Specifically, someone open-minded enough to give her a chance and marry her the same way she saw other folks getting married in the town’s only church.
Or, if nothing else, someone who could give her a one-night stand worth remembering.
But, year after year of different sorts of people coming and going from Smallville, nothing changed for our lovely inventor, witch, and outcast.
For that reason, Lena often looked out her bedroom window at the night sky and got lost in her many, oftentimes sad thoughts.
Thoughts about what life would be like if she somehow was successful at eradicating her magic.
Thoughts of what it would be like to be bitten, knotted, and growing big with someone’s child.
Thoughts of how much the holes in her heart and nether region ached to be filled.
And, on the regular, thoughts of packing up everything as everyone else slept, running away, and starting anew somewhere else just like she had as a teenager those many years before.
After all, she certainly had the money to go anywhere and start fresh. And, now that she’d successfully run away before, she had the confidence and experience necessary to do so.
But, night after night of thinking of different futures for herself, something kept her tied to the town and led her to just keep taking the inevitably one-sided interactions with her customers.
A disconcerting yet predictable rut of a different kind which would get irrevocably punctured one fateful, rainy summer day.
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Lena both loved and hated the rain for a lot of reasons.
On the one hand, it watered all the crops she needed to keep herself alive, her animals fed, and her lube on the shelves.
On the other, it was a painful reminder of how she might never hear the pitter patter of little feet in her home. Or, feel the “gentle thump of love” everyone else in town would gush about.
But, after the most unexpected shift in her life came stumbling into her general store, she’d soon learn to think of the rain in a whole new way.
Like most early mornings before opening the store, our good witch-inventor was checking how many of each good she sold was left, making notes about which items to restock from her reserves versus temporarily display as sold out, and feeling the bushy gray tail of her cat, Felicity, occasionally brush against her legs. So, naturally, she was using her magic to levitate up and down to get her work done and not at all paying attention to anything else.
Consummate concentration which quickly got broken by the sound of the store’s front door bursting open and a voice she didn’t recognize suddenly shouting in terror, “WOO-OO-OO-AAHHHHHH!”
A cry which made Lena’s focus on keeping herself elevated to one of her highest shelves break and cause her to fall with a loud shriek, “GYAAHHHHHHH!”
Both people would check the damages to themselves and their surroundings before trying to get up. But, given all she’d landed on was a long stretch of hardwood floor and a doormat, the exceptionally clumsy stranger would get up faster and shout in panic, “Oh, golly!”
Shouting which would continue, even after she would run over to help unearth the woman she’d accidentally scared into a near-death experience.
“Golly, ma’am, are you alive in there?! I’m . . . I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to break your door or scare you. Honest! I’ve just . . . just never seen anyone else with powers before! So, I . . . umm . . . lost control . . . of my grip on the door and just . . . umm . . . broke it!”
Before hearing that shocking confession, Lena thought she might be dealing with another out-of-towner trying to rob her store who was clueless about her magic and what else it could do besides innovate. Or, dealing with another one of the braver, dumber town kids trying to pull pranks on her for being a witch. Assumptions she was apparently wrong about, to her relief.
So, instead of shouting at the stranger to go to hell and get out, she dug herself out of the pile of books, unbroken to completely broken jars, and other goods she’d planned to sell to see who was the owner of that caring, angelic voice above her.
And, as the universe would have it, she was far from disappointed by what she saw.
When popping her head out from all the debris around her, she was met with the most beautiful blue eyes and earlobe-hugging, wavy blonde hair with bangs which kept falling over one eye until sunkissed fingers swiftly swept them back. Fingers which anxiously started to regrip the brim of the brown, soot-covered, wet cowboy hat the stranger had apparently removed out of respect and deference.
A sight which made Lena wonder if she’d died from the fall. And, upon gently palming her forehead and the space round her to check, made her want to faint back into the rubble both of them had helped her escape from underneath.
Not sure how to take those beautiful green and blue eyes staring at her and that beautiful, soft-looking mouth opening and closing without making a sound, the stranger nervously fumbled while fiddling with her hat, “I’m really, really sorry! For . . . umm . . . bothering you again! If you can’t speak or hear . . . umm . . . can you read lips?! Or, umm, sign or write?! Draw pictures?!”
Lena had no idea about what to say to such a beautiful creature getting all close and personal like that because she’d never had such a thing happen. So, she’d just stay frozen where she was and listen to the stranger fill the awkward silence between them with an even more chaotically adorable, “Umm . . . I haven’t any money because I ran away from home and it’s my first day making a name for myself in the mines! But, I swear! I’ll . . . I’ll pay for everything by the end of the week . . . when boss man pays! Or, umm, do some hard labor! You know, to help you get back on your feet! Or, umm, maybe–”
The beautiful stranger would never get to finish those rambling thoughts, though. All because Lena grabbed the collar of the new miner’s blue and white plaid shirt to soundly plant a kiss on those slightly chapped and rain-soaked yet warm, inviting lips.
The only thing Lena had never thought through the consequences of in her life, but wouldn’t regret a single bit.
Especially as the caught-off-guard stranger started to kiss her back even more intensely, lifted her from the pile of rubble mid-kiss like she was as light as a jar, and cleared everything on the cash register tabletop – still mid-kiss, by the way – to slam her fine ass down there. Hard.
The already-humid air around them would grow even more humid as their sweat and pheromones permeated the space enough to wrap them in a bubble. So much so that, when the stranger moved to kiss her neck and massage one of her aching breasts over the fabric of her wild flower-patterned, white, slightly frilly summer dress, the horny store owner accidentally uttered her heart’s and holes’ desires.
“Drop your pants, my darling, fellow runaway.”
Upon hearing those words tumble from Lena’s swollen lips into her sensitive, reddened-from-arousal ear, the stranger froze in place against a dress-clad, pale, freckled shoulder to process how they had yet another thing in common. A response which made Lena panic and nearly backtrack to hold onto what felt like the most incredible thing in all her life, only to find herself speechless again at what happened next.
As told, the rugged-, cute-, and tastefully buff-looking stranger stepped back from their little bubble and, trembling with just as much nervousness and excitement, undid the metal buckle holding a black belt together, undid the strings of the soaked dark brown trousers underneath, and unintentionally went the extra mile of taking the bandana red and blue underwear down with those pants.
Well, until Lena went slack-jawed and big-eyed with what the sensitive soul perceived to be yet another rejection over what she was, but was actually amazement over the extremely generous length and girth of the endowment reaching for the ceiling above them.
Seeing the mining-bound person she thought had been a cowboy start to tear up and hastily put everything back on to leave, Lena finally broke the silence between them to beg in a way which made her voice crack, “Wait!”
As the blonde stranger stopped and started to look at her with baby blues which mirrored back all the rejection she, too, had been through, Lena gently hopped off the counter, wobbled forward slightly, and begged as she fell against the rather remarkable person who’d just been in her arms, “Please . . . please wait, darling. Please . . . please don’t go. Not yet.”
As the gorgeous, softie of a stranger relaxed into her arms and burrowed into the crook of her neck again to take a whiff of the comforting pheromones now permeating the air, Lena caressed those wet, wavy hairs at the back of the stranger’s neck with one hand, lightly traced the biggest vein of the gorgeous shaft below her, and gently continued her plea.
“I know that look in your eyes, madam. I’ve often had it myself when looking out the window, in the mirror, or in the bottle of whiskey. Mostly because I have no lover and no children.”
As the stranger moved up to look her in the eyes, wiped her streams of tears, and cupped the good witch-inventor’s cheek with the gentleness, appreciation, and understanding only someone like them could have, Lena continued while softly palming the quivering tip of what was surely a gift from the gods.
“But, there’s no shame or rejection between us. For running away. For having powers. For being different. For other people not seeing and loving our differences as we deserve.”
And, continued as the blessing of a stranger gently curled her shaft into the hand which had been tracing it, “For you being perhaps the only . . . female alpha . . . I’ve ever been blessed to meet. For you being so . . . delightfully big and hard for me . . . when we’re but strangers to each other. It’s kind of amazing, actually. All of it.”
After hearing all those nice things coming from such soft, tempting, somehow knowing lips, the good newcomer kissed our outcast soundly until she twitched into that pale, eager, quivering hand every time they ebbed and flowed into each other. Especially once Lena added her final thoughts for the moment.
“Finding someone like you . . . after all these years of heartache and loneliness is . . . well . . . truly a miracle, . . . damn the timing or cheesiness of me saying it. I’ll never forget this moment . . . or you.”
Finally ready to share another secret besides how she was likely the only female alpha for miles and a runaway with no money currently to her name at that, our beautifully androgynous stranger opened her mouth to share more.
But, to both their chagrin, she was interrupted by two distinct sounds: the rumbling of her two-days-empty belly and a whistle in the distance indicating it was time for all the miners to gather to start their shift.
“Looks like I have to go, my angel. Would it be too soon to ask you if I may return to you this afternoon? I meant it when I said I’d do right by you for . . . well . . . all the mess I’ve caused.”
Smiling with sweetness and bashfulness so much so that her neck was starting to redden in excitement and desire, Lena cocked her head affectionately and replied with fierce heart eyes, “Only under two conditions: tell me your name, and take some food and water with you. Your strength down there won’t necessarily help you . . . last out there.”
Flushing hard over how wildly attracted and connected she felt to this woman, our blondie of a cowboy replied while hastily doing up her pants once more and trying not to feel too proud of her generous endowment, “I’m Kara to you, but . . . Kal to everyone else, if they ever see me around and ask you who’s the newcomer. Because I don’t want them to know who I really am, maybe ever. And, umm, . . . how much food are we talkin’ ‘bout?”
With a flick of her wrist, Lena fixed all the mess Kara had accidentally caused and, as the adorkable blonde stood wide-eyed and slack-jawed in awe, magicked some of the food from her best stores downstairs into a back-length, sturdy, brown leather satchel.
“Take and eat whatever you’d like. There’s a lot more where that came from, but I’ve not had anyone to share it in ages. Well, except Felicity, but that’s only because she likes to steal from me whenever she can to reward herself from keeping all the bugs and mice out. As if my magic couldn’t be an explanation for them staying out, too.”
Feeling giddy and eternally grateful for having found such a person to spend her morning with, Kara hungrily started digging into the backpack and got so busy shoving a blueberry scone halfway into her mouth that she didn’t notice the gray cat jump right onto her head from the nearest shelf above them, gently make biscuits with her paws there, and meow at her person as if to say, “Mine now! Whatcha gonna do ‘bout it?”
At first, Lena was too shocked for words because her cat was notorious for hating and stealing from everyone in the town. So much so that there’d been warrants out for her capture and confinement, particularly during mating season.
But, apparently she felt that way about everyone but Kara. Someone she didn’t even know who was eating her favorite food to steal, without the cat even giving the food a glance as if to calculate when to pounce on that, too.
After hearing the second and final warning whistle blow and break her concentration, though, Lena lifted her rather reluctant cat away, kissed her newfound crush’s cheek, and ushered the blonde out the door with, “Bye, darling! Keep safe and come back to me when the whistle blows again, won’t you?”
About to fall over at how the highs of the sugar and kiss were getting to her head, Kara stumbled a little, then goofily replied while respectfully tipping her hat, “Hot damn, yes ma’am!”
Words Lena chuckled over a brief moment and flirtatiously blinked in response to, only to go slack-jawed upon opening her eyes.
Because – like lightning in the distance, or as if she, too, was magical – the blonde was gone in an instant.