One Halloween Night...

Story by LeiLani on SoFurry

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I do love it when my "hotter" gets to play in the islands, but my excitement goes up a notch when I can write something about her in her own time - circa the 1920s, when she's still very young, vibrant, aloof, and innocent. Love is the farthest thing from her mind, and...well, she's nothing but a slut-bunny, let's be real here. She loves sex and doesn't care how she gets it. Like in the following tale, a commission for PunkWolf88, about a supposedly exciting Halloween night that is anything but. Seems our hotter has partaken a bit too much in drinking, and is about to meet with danger.

But, as what usually should happen when a beautiful damsel is in distress, a heaven-sent being is about to save the evening - one completely different than you might expect.

Have you ever fantasized what it would be like to lay with a god? Well, Leilani is about to find out... ^^

Alaric and other characters appears courtesy of PunkWolf88

Leilani appears courtesy of LeiLani

For some clarity, read "Beneath the Falls", as I've used the same setting. Why? Because I adore it. ^^http://www.sofurry.com/view/778053


Leilani Perriere was haunted - most of all by her decision to accompany her aunt's loutish, loud, and for not having any porcine bloodlines, boorish assistant to the Honey Hutt's annual Halloween Extravaganza. Honeycutt the badger landlord had introduced this ancient festival to the island and within weeks, all the different residents and guests of the bure huts were actively involved in planning costumes and entertainment for the actual holiday and its aftermath. Each year the planning grew bolder, larger, and more encompassing, so that what started as a small event for the hotel and its guests, expanded to include all the leading families on the island and even a few nearby isles as well.

This year Leilani, who had been staying at her aunt's home for several months as the family was abroad, had agreed to attend the party. Sadly, her aunt Tia's assistant Royan, a scruffy, backwoods hound, had kept harassing her until she agreed to come with him to the party. He made it sound as if he was doing her a favor, but within five minutes of her arrival, she was already distancing herself and hiding in the tiki bar. The landlord watched her sympathetically and kept her pina colada glass filled as she witnessed her escort lumber about, trying to horn in on conversations and sticking his wrinkled, ugly nose into places where it just did not belong. As Royan kept drinking as much as he was talking, he eventually fell asleep on one of the lounge chairs by the pool, his snore punctuating the night air. Everyone assiduously avoided the area and the party continued unabated and happily, if briefly.

The sea otter was just beginning to mingle and relax when Royan awoke refreshed and unmistakably amorous. He staggered into the main party area and looked for any otter wearing a flapper dress with flowers in her hair and a lei anklet. After accosting several guests, Royan finally located her. He made a beeline towards her direction, oblivious to knocking over a drinks table, and nearly pushing the landlord's wife into the fire pit.

"Leilani!" he barked loudly and repeatedly. His breath reeked of alcohol and marijuana, while his eyes were red rimmed and unfocused. His flabby paws were filthy and wet, and she could only imagine where they had been.

He reached out to grab her, so she did the only thing she knew how to do well. She cold-cocked him, knocking him out with a single blow to his protruding chin, and down he went, crashing into a table of food and flinging appetizers everywhere. The party had reached such a state that the other guests simply stepped over and around him until the landlord had the proper sense to see him ejected outside the gates of the Honey Hutt.

Leilani did not wish to wait around to see what happened next. Her head was spinning and she wanted her own bed. But since she could not have that, as she was house sitting at a villa and far from her own home, she opted for familiar surroundings nonetheless. She left the chaotic scene behind her and wandered down towards the beach.

"If I were not so drunk," she thought as she eyed the beautiful ocean waves, "I would gladly go for a swim." She now regretted her decision to stay at the bar and drink. She looked around the deserted beach. Behind her the party had returned to full swing. Jack o' lanterns decorated all the bures and the main bar, while the band's lively beat wafted over the island in an almost haunting melody. Shouts of laughter traveled on the wind, and the mumming of the guests recalled that this night, all the worlds opened and played. The living and the dead, the mortal and the immortal, the sacred and the profane, all reveled in their yearly dance. There was a sense of the mystical, the mystic, and the immortal in the night and some part of the sea otter tapped into it.

As she turned from the beach to wander home, she saw a glow in the distance that waved and danced in the moonlit cove. When she looked back, it was gone. She shook herself and climbed up the beach cliffs to the road leading through the jungle, past the waterfalls and home.

Alaric sat on the shore of the tropical island, so very far from home. Even on a night like tonight when all the worlds touched and bled through one to the other, he himself had been exiled. The last time he had spoken to his mother, the wolf goddess Gaia, she had hinted that the other gods might relent and take him back, but like everything else about the immortals, it would take time. As he sat and watched the waves, he fingered a nasty, puckered scar at his side where a bison had once gored him. Immortality for him was no longer a possibility, at least for the foreseeable future. The longer he was away, the more complex the question of his immortality became. With his father Ormarr in permanent exile, Alaric only hoped that his own would end sooner rather than later. Part wolf, part dragon, he was the perfect chimera, a mix that combined the best - and worst - features of each of his parents.

He got up from the sand and waded just a few feet into the froth of the surf. The maro, a sarong worn by males, touched the surface and glistened. The moonlight shone down on him and once again the eerie silver glow that marked him as different spilled out from him and over the land and water nearby.

He heard the sounds of the revelry down the beach. He was intrigued by the Honey Hutt and its expatriate landlord. Like himself, the badger had come from far away, but had been readily accepted by the entire island. Here in the 1920's, despite being a newcomer, the badger had managed to establish a business, meet a beautiful girl, and settle down.

Perhaps that is what I should do, he thought as he continued to watch the waves.

He heard the shouts and briefly thought to stride down the beach and interfere with whatever was causing the commotion. He knew the difference between fun and anger, and this sounded like the latter, and from a woman. Then he heard the crash. He briefly toyed with the idea of prying and wondered what they would think of his six-foot-eight, hard muscled, and powerful presence in their midst. Perhaps it would add to the legends that abounded about his very existence. Could they possibly believe that a god walked among them on Earth, trying to right wrongs, to combat the darkest of evils, to prove to himself, as well as all the others, including his mother, that he belonged with them - well, that was a ludicrous notion.

He spotted the girl as she walked down to the beach, a little unsteady on her feet. Even from this distance, he could tell she was a beautiful, lithe otter, with long silky legs, a beautiful tail, and voluptuous breasts that pressed against the silken flapper dress that she had worn as her costume. He knew instinctively that she was a local to the islands, and that instead of the billowy dress, she was more likely and accustomed to wear a sultry sarong, with hibiscus flowers in her hair, around her wrists and ankles, and a lei around her neck dipping down to cover prominent cleavage.

As she walked away from the waves and clambered up the cliff to the jungle road, he sighed and rose to follow. There was something about her. Her aura hinted at danger, and it was his task to be certain that nothing happened to this beautiful girl. He looked at the beach cliff and knew he could take the long way and climb, but why hike up when it was so much easier to fly? He waited for a few moments to be certain he was unobserved, then unfurled his dragon wings and flew up the beach cliff. Briefly, he allowed himself to soar and float in the night breezes but he soon landed, knowing full well that despite his mostly wolfish appearance, once the villagers the world over saw him in the sky, fear would rain down on them that they were dragon fodder. Ormarr's followers had managed to alienate all other species by bringing on their reign of terror. As Ormarr's son, he was particularly vulnerable to all the animosity.

He landed silently on his cloven hooves to the side of the path. His preternaturally acute eyesight saw the girl walking down the road. While she was not dead-drunk staggering, she was not exactly on the straight and narrow. She was singing an old Halloween song, one he had not heard in ages. All about how a witch, old Allison Gross, turned a man into an ugly worm, and how the Faerie Queen had turned him back. She was laughing as she sang and completely oblivious to her surroundings.

He followed at a respectful distance, concerned but not wanting to frighten her. As ever he was cautious, he was also curious as to what this mortal otter girl was all about. Her aura was strong and indicated a highly moral and powerful individual, although now it was a bit wavy and honestly as tipsy as the girl.

Alaric watched in amusement as the otter sang and walked her way home. Her bare feet kicked up a little dust, and she was obviously annoyed with the dress she wore. No doubt she was anxious to get home to her more comfortable attire. He was about to return to the beach, when a noise from ahead captured his attention further.

L eilani was casually strolling down the jungle road towards her aunt's villa. She had gotten over her pique with Royan, thinking that cold cocking the son-of-a-bitch was a great release of her frustration. She was a simple island otter who loved her deep water diving and missed home a lot. But she promised her aunt that she would take care of her villa on this remote island in the Morea. Luckily, she made friends easily and enjoyed a wide circle of them, even if she had only been here a month. Vaguely she regretted that her chance encounter with one wild and sexy Finnish wolf was over with his departure, but she felt assured she had a place to stay if she ever left the islands and traveled to the cold white north.

The last remnants of bad feelings over her dispute with the hound left her, and she resolved to re-visit the Honey Hutt tomorrow and see that any broken items were paid for from Royan's paycheck. She started to sing, oblivious to her surroundings. Maybe it was the four pina coladas or the way the moon shone down. Perhaps it was the magic in the Halloween air, where the otherworlds collided and mystical, ethereal doors opened, but her attention was elsewhere and not on the path.

Two foxes and a ferret waited up ahead at the crossroads where the jungle path continued in one direction towards the falls, and the other road that ran through the next village. Scattered in the hills and amongst the trees were villas that overlooked bluffs of wild seascapes. Winding paths led to them, but at their base, the road wound to the town where shops, boats, and fisher folk dwelt and worked.

The foxes were expatriates from Asia and the ferret was from Europe. Tall, rangy, and wiry, the trio had been harassing the islands. Petty thievery, rape, and debauchery followed their every move, but they were so cunning that they could allay suspicion long enough to escape and prey on another island's innocent population. They knew from their friend Royan that the Perriere villa was being watched by a lone otter in her twenties. Royan had it bad for the girl and had agreed to keep her out all night. The leader, a fox from the Steppes, was grey-furred with sharp pointed features and soulless dark eyes. His name, Vulpus Sand, was feared throughout China and rumors of his supposed demise had caused whole cities to celebrate.

His companion, a red fox named Kokino Chordata, was his loyal follower who trailed after him wherever he went. Furo Mustela, the ferret, was black and grey. He was an adventurer and was not happy to be involved in Sand's criminal activities, but the larger, nastier Sand had bullied him into compliance.

Sand figured they could make a killing in robbing the Perriere villa, and they could escape using the boat Royan had stashed for them. It was nearing midnight and they were about to ascend towards the house when they heard Leilani's singing and saw her strolling down the road in the moonlight.

Furo the ferret was ready to call it a night. He had not signed up to assault an innocent woman. Even as Kokino too hesitated, Sand stepped right out onto the path.

"Going somewhere, miss?"

Leilani stopped several feet away from the trio. In an instant she assessed her odds, her escape route, and the distance to the sea or the cliffs. None were optimal. Regretting the tight-fitting flapper dress that clung and limited her leg movement, she slowly backed away, sliding the dress upwards so that she could flee or kick at her assailants, if needed be.

"Why look-y here," the grey fox grinned and stepped closer, "I think she wants us. Don't you, girly-girl? She's a real hotsy-totsy and probably a bearcat as well." Sand started to sidle around towards her left as Chordata moved right. Only the ferret stood in front of her, looking uneasy and disquieted. Leilani kept backing up, and then in a wild burst of speed, raced straight towards the ferret, blowing by the foxes, stunned at her own frontal assault.

If she had not been so tipsy from the drinks, she might have been able to take them, but as she passed the ferret she tripped and struggled to rise. Sand stood over her, pants lowered and an engorged sex hanging towards her. He ordered the ferret and Chordata to hold her arms and she started to struggle and kick, squirming and avoiding Sand's inexorable attempts to penetrate her.

So intent was Vulpus Sand in trying to rape the struggling otter, he never realized that the ferret and Chordata had released her hands and were looking in horror at something behind him. Leilani took advantage of the distraction, shuffled her way backwards, and jumped to her feet. Before she ran though, she paused and watched vengeance arrive on night's dark wings.

Alaric landed behind Sand, who was too busy cursing to see the chimera. Without a word, the great beast grabbed the fox and threw him to the ground. Then with one cloven hoof placed firmly on the fox's chest, he called out, "Are you alright, miss?"

Leilani's eyes widened at the sight of the massive wolf-dragon mix but nodded, even though it made her head spin. She picked up a thick branch and started waving it around like Babe Ruth at bat. Chordata and the ferret cowered together, terrified both of the monster in front of them, who had subdued Sand in mere seconds, and the angry, drunken sea otter waving her club around as if she meant business.

Alaric growled, his silver eyes glowing, his hair raised and shining with an inner light. He was massive and, Leilani could not help notice, spectacularly muscular, with a wolf's head and tail, washboard abs, and powerful arms and legs. Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but she liked his horns, and the oversized ears with the row of earrings adorning his lobes. She really wanted to see beneath his maro and check if the rest of him was as powerfully endowed.

What am I thinking? These asses tried to rape me, and all I can do is have the hots for my rescuer?!

She hoisted the log and waved it menacingly again, causing Chordata and Mustela to embrace and close their eyes in fright.

Vulpus Sand found himself lifted off the ground, his trousers falling below him, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. Great silver eyes bore into his and the chimera's dew claw attached to his dragon wings stroked down his cheek. "So you like to attack young women, do you?" Alaric snarled, his deep voice filled with scorn and suppressed rage. "Give me a reason I should let you walk away from here intact, let alone alive." He hated injustice and crime. He was a true avenger and often he left little behind for anyone to identify. He was a god, and the child of gods, so his actions were cold, precise, and inevitably just.

"I...well...we didn't... I mean, she asked for it walking alone..." Sand sputtered and cringed as Alaric's eyes widened and he bared his sharp, pointed wolf teeth. Sand realized that before him was a true alpha male, a powerful, godlike being who ate little foxes such as he for lunch. The fox began to plead, but it fell on deaf ears. Sand begged, confessed his burglary spree, his childhood peccadilloes, and even biting his mother during breastfeeding because she favored his sister.

Alaric listened with cold impartiality until Sand finally stopped talking. Then the chimera grabbed both of his arms and started to pull. Sand screamed and the others cowered, fearing their fates were sealed, when Leilani suddenly yelled out, "Stop! Do not stoop to their levels!"

Alaric looked at the slightly swaying sea otter in surprise. "You don't want vengeance?"

"Killing is too good for them, and the blot will be against you and raise them to martyrdom, meeting their fates at the hands of Gaia's son." Apparently Leilani was not so drunk as to be oblivious to Alaric's true identity. "Besides, you are better than that...than...them."

The chimera looked down at the sea otter, as though contemplating, then dropped Sand to the ground, shattering several of the fox's bones in his feet, as well as his arrogance. "Hear me, fox!" the chimera growled like death from above, "You are alive because my lady here has requested it. It doesn't mean you are getting off though." Alaric called on the powers he inherited from his parents, even the fallen dragon god, and set a powerful geas on the trio. "You will report to the authorities, and tell them this tale, and of all your nefarious activities. If they do not believe you, you will convince them. Further, taking anything again will sicken you and you are forbidden to ever touch another being in anger as long as you live, even if you are under attack."

With that, Alaric rose into the air and pronounced a magic word in the language of the gods. A warm, disembodied voice answered, "Yes. Your geas is set, they will bother no one ever again." There was a chuckle. "Thank you, Leilani Perierre. You aided my son greatly this day in controlling the rage that sleeps within."

With that, the voice and the three would-be thieves and rapists vanished. Leilani, still quite dizzy and feeling more delicate by the minute, swayed violently as she muttered, "Must be Halloween..."

Alaric caught her before she hit the ground. Suddenly, the god had a handful of warm, luscious sea otter. Leilani, half-passed out, squirmed. "I will be fine in a moment. I just have to rest my eyes before I climb those stairs."

Alaric smiled and a low chuckle rumbled his chest. "Not to worry, Leilani Perriere. I'll see you get up safely." He carefully lifted her in his arms, and felt a deep satisfaction well up within. He had saved this girl, and she was trustingly locked in a gentle embrace. There was no fear here, and even during the attempted rape, she had kept a cool head and tight control on her emotions. He liked the fact that she was now gripping him, as he unfurled his wings and flew her up to the villa.

The carved front doors flew open at his command and he ducked his head as he carried her inside. He found a comfortable parlor with a double chaise lounge and was about to gently lay her down, when he found two strong arms around his neck, and a head nuzzled against his shoulder. "Stay with me," she whispered and surged up against him.

He bowed to the inevitable and lay down beside her. He held her in his powerful arms and covered them both with his wings. She kept her head on his upper arm and her paw rested against his chest as she wiggled out of her dress and undergarments, curling up naked against him. He watched as she fell into a deep sleep and, unwilling to move, the god slept beside her, holding her safe and secure in his massive embrace.

Just before dawn, Leilani awoke. She was pleasantly surprised that Alaric was still with her. During the night, their positions had shifted somewhat and she found herself with his head on her chest and her arms holding him close to her. From what she could ascertain, he was beautiful, and what lay beneath the maro was completely compelling. Remembering his power and his rescue of the night before, she wanted to give him a special gift.

From all the legends she had heard of Gaia's exiled son, Alaric, she never heard that he hooked up with anyone for long. She wanted to change that. Leilani knew that a long-term relationship with the younger god was impossible, but a short-term one, where he felt free to come to her when he was in need, seemed like a feasible idea.

I guess we had better see if we are compatible, she thought as she slid down his body towards his groin.

Alaric felt Leilani move and assumed that she found his embrace repulsive. He had all sorts of excuses that she had held onto him, that she wanted him. He had slept peacefully, restfully in her arms. He did not remember the last time he had such a good night's rest. As he started to move, he felt her webbed paw grasp around his erection and her sweet lips kiss and caress it, before her mouth moved over his length and down upon it, taking it deep into her throat. He was stunned, even as he slowly turned onto his back to watch her suckle him so noisily.

Leilani appreciated the view. Alaric's taut muscles, his enlarged shaft and his beautiful wolf face with its silver eyes were wondrous to behold. After his flesh glistened of her attentions, she straddled him and ran her paws up his chest . Balancing herself, she knelt over him on all-fours and kissed him, her tongue making magic in his mouth.

Just when he could not take anymore, Leilani slowly, deliberately lowered herself onto his engorged and stiff erection.

The god gasped. "You are so beautiful..." he murmured, his hands reaching upwards and cupping her breasts.

"You are not bad yourself..." She grinned down at him, and continued to rock steadily, taking him as deep as she dared. The flower which had remained in place behind her ear for all the events of the evening came loose and began to fall to the floor. He reached out his wing's dew claw and caught it, then delicately replaced it back in her hair. She was charmed and touched.

He sat up then, so that she was cradled between his bent knees and his chest, forcing her hips down further on him, his throbbing sex reaching deep hidden recesses within her. She cried out and hugged his head to her chest, kissing his hair, his neck, and finally slow, deep kisses into his mouth.

Alaric's hands grasped her and he lifted her up and down on him until she came again and again, crying out his name, knowing the power and stamina of a god for the first time.

He rubbed his hands up and down her spine, causing her to shiver with desire, and then pulled her to his chest, her breasts pushing against him, where he could feel her nipples, hard and erect.

He gently lifted her from him and carefully placed her onto her back. He rose on one elbow, and with the other hand, traced down her body, exploring all her g-spots and her secret places, bringing her to blissful orgasm repeatedly. He moved down to her webbed toes, and began to kiss and suckle each one into his mouth, nuzzling and licking the webbing, carefully covering his sharp teeth so that only the sensation of hardened bone made her tremble as each nerve ending caught fire. He rubbed his hands up her legs, the strong calves, the tender spot behind her knees. His touch caused her fur to feel electrified and, for a moment, she imagined that her hair and fur were glowing as much as his did. Then he skillfully moved his hands inside her and began to stroke her bliss and within. His fingers, powerful, thick and long, reached deep and touched the furthest parts of her.

Then Alaric, in a swift sure move, moved up above her on powerful arms, holding himself hovering over her. She reached up and caressed his face, churrring her pleasure, and he bent down to kiss her, still keeping his weight off of her. Then with his wing's dew claw caressing her hair, he moved her legs apart and touched her clit. As she gasped and wet herself around his touch, he lowered himself onto her and slowly, so slowly it was almost painful, he began to enter her.

He was huge, this giant god, but he had prepared her well to accept him, and as she stretched to accommodate him, she felt her own ecstasy surround them. He began to gyrate slowly, pushing deeper and deeper into her, and she lifted her leg and bent it across his back to fit closer into him. He began to thrust rhythmically, and with each thrust went deeper and harder, all the while pushing her towards climax.

Finally, as they writhed and rocked, pushing harder and stronger with each wave of desire washing over them, they came together in an explosion of passion. She screamed out again and when he collapsed onto her, she clung to him with arms and legs, refusing to let him move.

"Please...lie still..." she begged, whimpering as another fierce orgasm rocked through her and she practically strangled his sex in a new gush of her juices.

"I'll crush you if I stay..." Alaric smiled and shifted so that he could hold her against his side. "Thank you."

"No," she grinned, "thank you. That was amazing."

The chimera laughed, a youthful laugh that belied his immortal years. "You are very special, Leilani Perriere. And I meant it. Thank you. Your timely intervention kept me from giving into my baser nature." He leaned down and kissed her.

"I have never known a god before." Leilani mused, running her paw across his chest.

"I've been earthbound for so long, I forget what it is to be a god. I know I don't like injustice, and what happened to you last night angered me to the point of almost losing control." He looked at her steadily. "But you weren't afraid of me..." he marveled, "You called me out and made me listen."

She blushed deeply. "It bothered me that those lowlifes could make you lose control. They are not fit to lick my paws, let alone your hooves. Even in my inebriated condition." She giggled. "I knew they were not worthy of you."

Alaric was shyly pleased. He liked this young sea otter. She was special and courageous. He did not want this night to end and he said so.

"Unless you can stop time, I am afraid the dawn is upon us," Leilani replied sadly. "I do not want to sound too eager, but um, we could...continue to see each other." She licked her whiskers. "If you...want to."

Alaric smiled. "I'd like that. I have to, by the nature of my exile, move around a lot, but we could always come together and find each other again."

Leilani smiled sweetly. "I think we could do that. Like maybe every month? Or two. I would not want to crowd you."

Alaric laughed loudly. "You are the sweetest girl. What do you say we spend the next few days getting acquainted and then we can plan our future meets?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." Leilani reached up and drew his head down to seal the deal with a long, passionate kiss. He touched her again and felt her breath hitch, and knew her nether regions had just caught fire once again.

Before they could resume making love, the villa door flew open and Royan, the hound assistant her aunt had inflicted upon her, flew into the room. "Leilani, you bitch!" He seethed. "How dare you deck me and dump me at the Honey Hutt! Why I ought to..."

In a swift, graceful move, Alaric rose from the chaise and towered above the hungover and furious dog. He had overheard Leilani's earlier assailants from last night mentioning Royan in their plans to lure Leilani from the villa. "Who are you calling a bitch, dog?" He said in an icy quiet voice that was more terrifying than if he had shouted. "I think maybe it's time for you to join your friends, the foxes and the ferret."

Royan's last glimpse of Leilani was her lying on her side, one leg bent, her head supported on her paw, watching him with the coldest, most unsympathetic smile imaginable. Behind her, the giant chimera stood, legs spread apart, wings unfurled, and arms crossed on his chest. He glared at the dog and then a wind came up and swirled around him. Then the wind faded and Royan was gone.

"Where did he go?" Leilani asked, looking around curiously.

"He's joined the others at the city jail. I expect they will all be away for quite a while."

Leilani laughed. "He was an obnoxious jerk. Only now I have to do all the work myself." She wrinkled her pert dark nose. She looked adorable and the chimera wanted to kiss it.

"Welllllll," Alaric sighed, making Leilani giggle. "I guess I could stick around and help out for a while."

"I suppose you could." Leilani's smile was wide and happy. She stood up and leaped into his arms, laughing. "Mmm." She nuzzled his nose and gently caressed his cheek. "I think having a god as a lover is going to be quite useful indeed." A thought struck her and she kissed him. "I would like you to take me into the sky and fly me around the island."

He smiled, lifted her up, and carried her out onto the veranda. "Where would you like to go?" He pretended to sound burdened but quickly chuckled as the lovely sea otter nuzzled his cheek again.

"Do you swim?" She asked, her eyes bright and starry.

He smiled. "I can."

"Then let me take you to my world, my god, and you can see below the waters with me. And then we can come back here and..." She leaned up and whispered into his ear, grinning and playing with the hair on his chest.

Alaric laughed and flew off into the morning light as Leilani squealed with glee and held on tightly.

END