The Healing Souls

Going Home

“I’m putting my glamour on now. We’ll be outside soon. When the bouncer stops us, it will be your last chance to change your mind. Once I get you away from this club, you’re mine for the rest of the night,” I warned.

She reached back and tweaked my ear, making me growl with desire. “If you think my hands are soft, wait until you have my breasts pressed against your face.”

Goddess, they did look soft and I heard that the skin softies covered was even silkier than the skin they didn’t. I groaned and started walking faster. I needed to get her home as fast as possible.

Outside the door, we were stopped by the bouncer. He frowned at me and walked around to where Carmen’s face was. I was feeling impatient, but I knew he had to check that she wasn’t under some sort of spell. Even if I weren’t a troll, he would have stopped us.

“Miss, are you aware and consenting of your situation?” The vampire asked.

“Yes, sir,” Carmen replied.

“How much have you had to drink?” He pressed.

“One glass of water, sir, I’m completely sober,” she said.

That answered if she was of sound mind, and also didn’t. I didn’t know why she was into me. There was the possibility that she was proving something or that she was one of those women who got off on sleeping with monsters. It wasn’t the strangest thing I had ever heard of.

“You’re the blind wolf. Do you know what you’re with?”

“Yes. He’s a troll. Can we go now? The blood is rushing to my head.” She giggled.

“Alright.” He sighed. “Have fun.”

“Thank you!” Carmen answered cheerfully.

I kept moving. If she had any sort of doubt, I wouldn’t do anything. But, if she was serious, I wanted to fuсk the soft little werewolf.

When we got to where I parked, I took her off my shoulder and cradled her gently for a while in my arms. I didn’t want her to get hurt when the blood rushed out of her head. Balancing on the motorcycle might be hard for her normally, but it’s even harder when dizzy.

She snuggled into my arms and I couldn’t believe she was so trusting. I wouldn’t do anything to her without consent, but she didn’t know that. Maybe her sense about people was stronger than others because she had to learn who and what she could trust.

Once I was sure she was okay, I put her on the ground and grabbed the helmet off the back of my bike. For the first time, someone was wearing it. The thing fit her perfectly. She put her hand up and felt it.

“I drove my motorcycle in tonight. Have you ever been on one?” I asked.

“I’ve never even been on a bicycle,” she replied.

I could have hit myself. That was so stupid. Of course, she’d never been on something like this. She had never driven and people would have kept her in safer vehicles. I should have brought my truck. Damn it.

Picking her up, I put her on the back part of the seat, then helped her straddle it and guided her feet to where they should rest. When I was sure she was secured, I straightened it out and she yipped. I put a hand on her shoulder.

“I’ve got you, little wolf,” I said. “I’m just standing it up properly so I can get on. Once I’m on, I want you to hold on to me as tight as you can and don’t let go until I turn off the engine. Got it?”

“Yes.”

Her reply was breathy and shook, but she looked determined. I watched her as I straightened the bike out and got on. It was the most awkward mounting I’d ever had. I started the bike and her little arms tried to wrap around my stomach. She grasped my shirt and held on with a death grip.

Pulling out of the parking lot, I drove carefully. After a few blocks, she gave a big sigh and rested her body against mine. I loved how it felt and couldn’t wait to get her back to my place.

I was almost sad when we arrived at my house in the fae lands. Carmen was so warm that I felt like I was in a dream. I put down the stand and turned off the motorcycle.

She didn’t let go. I smiled as I looked down at her hands and gave them a quick tap. She seemed to like that. Maybe I’d take her home on the motorcycle, too.

After helping her off the motorcycle, I took her helmet off and put it back where it belonged. I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward my house. Then I stopped.

There was a step up to get on my porch. Did I pick her up or let her do it herself? Werewolves were strong; they would pick her up. If I picked her up and carried her into the house, it could be seen as romantic, but I didn’t like shoes in my house. If I told her, she could step up and I could have her take her shoes off. That seemed like the best choice.

“There’s one step up here,” I said.

She stepped a little high but didn’t fall down. It was obvious she had done that before. I should have told her how high it was. That was on me.

I wouldn’t dwell on it, though. I unlocked the door and led her into the house. I slipped my shoes off and put them on a shelf.

“Take your shoes off,” I ordered.

Carmen complied without question. It sent a little thrill through me. I was the one who got dominated, not the other way around.

I took her hand and pulled her into the living room. I was proud of my house, but I never brought a woman back. They always wanted to go to their own places. Aside from friends and family, no one had ever come to my house.

The carpets were thick, dark green plush carpets and I used more carpet padding than was used in human houses. My friends all loved it and my mother had me do the same to the floors in her house.

Every inch of my home was designed by me and built by either my friends or me. I was eager to show it to someone else and talk about the things I’d done. I didn’t know why. It was like I was a little kid and I wanted to show off.

“This is my living room. The ceilings are ten feet high. I did all the moldings myself.”

“I bet they’re beautiful.” Carmen smiled.

“I forgot you couldn’t see for a moment.” I chuckled.

Damn it. I did forget. How could I have forgotten so quickly?

“No problem. You seem to be very proud of your house. Did you want to give me a tour before showing me your bedroom?” she asked coyly.

“Absolutely!”

Okay, that was a little more excitable than I wanted it to be. I was excited about being able to show it to someone in a different way, though. All she had were my descriptions and what touching she could do. I didn’t know if she understood color, but I described it as best I could as we walked through the house.

“All of the showers and tubs are made to accommodate trolls of any size. I custom-built them. Laid all of the tiles myself,” I told her.

“Wow. You didn’t hire anyone to help you?”

“No. I’m almost fifty years old. After I graduated high school, I started a masonry apprenticeship. That took four years. Then a carpentry apprenticeship while I was a practicing mason. It took me another four years. After that, I did a plumbing apprenticeship, which was five years, and finally four years as an electrician apprentice. Seventeen years after I had graduated high school, I began studying for my general contractor’s license exam.

“When I was thirty-six, I was finally fully licensed. I started my own construction company. About ten years ago, the neighborhood expanded and I claimed this lot. I started building in the evenings, on weekends, and during the slow times at work. I would have friends over to help and have a barbeque. When I finished it, it was the best feeling in the world. I’d made a place for my future family and started a business doing what I loved all before I reached my coming of age.” I explained.

She smiled and nodded, but not in a way that meant she didn’t know what was going on. Carmen really listened to me and she always asked good questions. I liked talking to her. I remembered she was coming to my coming-of-age party. Maybe she could be my friend, even after I gave her the best ѕex of her life.

“You sound like you’re really driven.”

“I wanted to give my future wife and our kids a solid foundation to grow on. They won’t have me for as long as they would if I was a full troll. My company, this house, my savings and investments, the rental properties I have in town. All of it I built to take care of them,” I told her as we entered my bedroom.

The reminder that I wouldn’t live as long as my mate depressed me. My mother had never gotten over the death of her true mate. If she’d known she would lose him, either she would have been right there next to him, or she would never have accepted him. When she’d slept with my father, it was right after she moved to America.

“How long will you live?” Carmen asked with a worried tone.

“Half troll, half a troll’s life. I only have a hundred years left.”

“Me, too. It may not seem like a long time if you’re expecting three hundred, but humans have a life expectancy of around eighty or ninety, so one hundred and fifty is quite a lot.”

She smiled. I supposed, with her handicap, she had to look for the silver lining… as it were. I chuckled.

“You’re a pretty solid optimist. Nothing can get you down, can it?”

“I’m a realist who likes to make my own silver linings when possible. Now, take off your clothes. I want to see all of you,” she purred.

“But you can’t…. Oh, you mean with your hands.”

I laughed at my stupidity. Of course, with her hands. I was having such a good time talking to her about everything, I forgot why she was there.

“I don’t hear clothes coming off,” Carmen chided.

Shaking my head, I took off my shirt and tossed it on the floor, then started unzipping my pants. Normally, I wasn’t a fan of getting naked in front of a woman. Troll women weren’t kind in their verbal assessment of partners.

Short, small, not rough enough… not troll enough. I didn’t let it get to me, but I was always prepared for it. There was a knot in my throat, as if I was choking on my own esophagus. Now my own body was trying to reject me.

Once the sound of me removing my clothing stopped, Carmen put out her hands and sniffed a little. She found me quickly and I got to feel her tiny, soft hands on my stomach. I almost gasped at the feeling of her hands as they explored my stomach and chest, then around the back where she grabbed my ass.

That did it for me and I gasped. I couldn’t control the movement of my hips at the feeling of her little hands groping my ass. My cоck knew where it wanted to be. I knew where I wanted to be.