"I am Maret, although I look about twenty I am over two thousand years old. No I am not a vampire, nor am I a werewolf, although that would be cool. I would love to have changed into a wolf but no I am what I am!
How do you think I should describe myself to potential suitors? I have waist length golden blonde wavy hair. My eyes are pale grey, almost silver, and sparkle like diamonds when I get angry, so I'm told. I am 5'2 and have nice firm breasts. Which are not too big but not too small either. They fit nicely into a man's large hands. I am well proportioned and most men do tend to drool over me.
Although saying all that, I am not vain, it is just a fact. Over my long life I have learnt to accept myself as I am, so being shy and pretending I don't know what they see in me is rather silly.
I cannot be killed unless I lose my head, literally! So here I am in this little cabin in the mountains. Location who gives a damn, it is away from civilisation that's all that count for now. I needed the solitude to think. Away from my three sisters Zoe, Tasma and Allison who are as I am. Unlike me they have found life partners and will always have someone love them til the end of time.
Zoe is mated to a werewolf called Zane. I started calling them ZZ when referring to them. Tasma and Allison lucked out, finding twin vampire brothers Brandon and Carl. Sigh!
They are gorgeous all three of them. The sight of the three sets of love birds makes the emptiness in my own soul scream out to be filled.
So here I sit, watching over the vast forest below me. Talking to you as if you know what I am saying. I bet you didn't expect someone to come along and rescue you from the side of the road did you? Not too many people would pick up an injured mountain lion, but then I am not just anyone. You can't kill me that easily. Strange as it may seem it actually helps to put things in prospective, talking to you.
Thinking back over my many years of existence, there have been many men I had loved. Only to watch them die eventually, then going through the pain of loss over and over again. Finally I closed myself off, so no one would ever get that close to me again. It worked well, but the loneliness is also painful; watching my sisters meet their life partners only increased my own need to find the one.
It is difficult to find that special someone that has a life span as long as mine. The only choices are the vampires and werewolves I have mentioned before, maybe elves or the fae. Maybe a hunky warlock will come along.
I mean it would be nice to have someone to snuggle up to every night; I get so tired of having to make love to my own hand. I would rather have a big hard gorgeous cock thrusting into my hot wet pussy, instead of my not so big thin fingers. To feel a soft wet tongue on my clit, and feel the hot breathe of a sexy raven haired man suck my clit. Instead of using my fingers, would be a dream come true. Where to find my dream man that is the question. What do you think my furry friend?"
Maret looked down at the mountain lion and laughed she had been talking to him for hours. While he had just looked at her with his big yellow eyes. "You hungry? "She asked him.
Then stood and went to the fridge, taking out two large steaks. Cooking one for her and giving the other to her guest. She found it strangely comforting to have him there.
"So tell me, how long are you going to keep pretending that you are just a mountain lion?" she said smiling at him. He froze mid chew and dropped the piece of steak back onto the plate, and gazed at her. "What? Surprised? I think the fact, that you are much bigger than the normal mountain lion, is kind of a giveaway." she said with a smirk. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" she laughed, as he turned around and finished his steak. Then sat down on his haunches and licking his lips.
Shane just sat there and looked at this gorgeous woman. Not quite sure what she was, and not really caring. He still wasn't sure if he should change yet, he found it amusing the way she was teasing him. He had been fascinated, listening to her talking about her feelings, and why she had come here.
She had sat and gently rubbed behind his ear, as she was baring her soul to him. He was surprised, that she had known from the beginning, that he was a were cat but had said nothing. Letting him think he was getting away with it. He had to strain to control his arousal, when she spoke of pleasuring herself. He would love to volunteer to take the place of her hands.
Being a solitary creature by nature, it had been a long time since he had the pleasure of female company, human or were. Looking at Maret, he couldn't help but imagine what eternity would be like with her, as he himself was immortal.
"Ok so you're not ready to change yet, that's fine. I am going to take a shower, then go to bed. If you change your mind, there are clothes in the cupboard. They belong to a friend of mine; he owns this place, helps yourself or joins me if you like." With that said she turned and headed for the bathroom.
Shane couldn't resist the invitation and changed to his human form, amazingly enough he had the same hair as her dream man. With his raven black shoulder length hair, deep chocolate brown eye, perfect straight nose and high cheek bones. He has a strong muscular body. Not like a body builder, but defiantly athletic, he is absolutely gorgeous.
He entered the bathroom just as Maret got under the water and slid in behind her. She turned to take in his beautiful body. She started at the toes and slowly working her way up, licking her lips as she went. When she got to his eyes their gaze locked, as he had been taking in her body at the same time. He gave her a sensual smile and licked his lips as well, to show his appreciation of what he saw.
"I agree you certainly are worth drooling over," he said with a grin.
"So glad you could make it what shall I call you, sexy." She purred.
He laughed and ran his hand down her back. "My name is Shane, beautiful! But you can call me anything you want sweetie." He said as he picked up the soap. "Would you like me to do your back for you?" giving her a hungry smouldering looks.
"That would be delightful!" she turned her back to him. She felt his lathered hands roam sensually over her back, as he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. "Thank you for giving me a hand when I was injured." He put his arms around her waist and gave a gentle squeeze.
"You are more than welcome, love."She rubbed her back against his chest, and smiled at his groan of appreciation. "You keep doing that and this shower is going to finish, a lot sooner than expected!" He chuckled.
"Promises, promises!" She teased and started giggling as he tickled her ribs.
"So what are you? If you are not a vampire or a werewolf. Your scent tells me cat, but none I have ever scented before!" he gave her a puzzled look.