Vesper sat alone in the cabin of the mid sized Cessna, She thought about what she'd been through in just the past few days. Her mother had died and she'd gone to a diner to wallow in her sadness. She'd met Anya, and her wolves. She'd met the Lotus family. She'd been kissed, and not just on her mouth, she'd had her pussy eaten quite desperately. Grigory had fucked her ass, hard and fully, and she'd cum for the first time in her life. She'd felt passion, real passion for the first time, and they'd seen her naked, they've seen her wings and hadn't cared. She could remember how it had felt for Grigory to hold them, to stroke them gently, to hold them down as he hammered inside. It had been insanely hot, and just thinking about it now made her pussy start to grow wet.
When the landing gear lowered, though, that sudden arousal became nervous energy and Vesper fidgeted with her hands as she looked out into the dark sky. She couldn't see much on the ground at first, But then eventually, she saw what dwarfed even Anya's home in both size and grandiosity. The building lit up below her was enormous, with several additions and huge outer buildings. It was a bright beacon in an otherwise sea of darkness. Vesper turned as the plane touched down on a small airstrip to the eastern side of the mansion and stayed completely still as it moved slowly to a stop.
As soon as the plane stopped, the cabin crew came out and opened the doors and lowered the stairs. Vesper picked up her backpack and walked down the staircase on her own, using the railing for balance instead of taking the hand of the pilot who'd held his out for her. She'd told Zheng that she wouldn't touch anyone, and she couldn't tell human from nonhuman.
When she was on solid ground again, Vesper looked around in the darkness and saw a man standing a short distance away, at the end of a cement walkway that led to the back of the mansion. The pilot and copilot disappeared from view and Vesper took a deep breath and made her way over to the man.
He was wearing an expensive black suit, a Huntsman, perfectly tailored to his tall, broad shouldered, masculine build. She had walked by the popular British tailor's shop many times while living in London with her mother, though it had been 20 years since she had been there last. It fit him magnificently, but the shade made it harder to make him out until she was relatively close to him. She stopped 5 feet away and couldn't help the way her full, pink lips parted ever so gently, nor the way her violet colored eyes looked him over. He shaved his head, though he didn't look to be balding, and he had a shadow of facial hair think gave him a bit of a sinister look, she thought.
His gray eyes fascinated her, as well as the firm, wide mouth that was currently sitting in sort of an amused, albeit lopsided smile. She was shaking, she was literally shaking, and Vesper had never been so embarrassed. He was merely standing there, hands clasped together, watching her watch him.
"Anya said she spoke to you about me?" Vesper had swallowed a frog, a whole bucket of them, she was sure of it.
"Anya doesn't 'speak' to me, She sent an email to a mutual acquaintance who then called me." He corrected her, a tiny bit of the irritation in his voice, the voice that had a heavy English accent.
"What were you told about me?" Vesper asked.
"Only that you had recently discovered you were nonhuman and had questions. Is that true?" He seemed suspicious, but not of her, of Anya.
"Yes," Vesper nodded, "I have a letter for you."
"All right." He stepped towards her and raised his hand to take the envelope she was holding and Vesper immediately felt the air sizzle and burn around her, and she backed away and groaned, bent over at the waist for several moments as he watched her with a frown.
"What is going on?" He asked.
"You are Mr. Hughes, right?" Vesper panted, whatever she had felt, it had been 1 million times more painful then when she had touched Shu.
"Yes. Maybe you should read me the letter." He suggested, folding his hands behind his back.
When Vesper finally felt in control of her body, she nodded and pulled open the envelope. Looking at the delicate penmanship, she started reading the note Anya had sent this man. "Dear Mr. Hughes. I've sent you a puzzle. One that not even Zheng could figure out. Her name is Vesper and she's nonhuman. She has unchangeable physical attributes that she will show you. She also has the power to heal whoever she touches, though I have asked her not to do so while at Vorhees, as healing nonhumans is a bit tricky for her. Maybe, though, she can heal you of your enormous asshole behavior problem." Vesper blushed red and refused to look at him as she read that part of the letter. "But I doubt even Vesper can find your better self. She wants to know what she is and where she came from and we thought you were our best bet. I expect you to respect her. She's a virgin, Mr. Hughes, and she isn't there to ride a bunch of cock, she's there because she needs help. Then, she leaves to where ever she wishes to go next. Take care of her, please. She is very dear to me and my family. Anya."
"She's still a mouthy little cunt." His choice of words made Vesper's eyes widen and she looked at him from over the page she held. He spoke like that, and he was supposed to be an angel? The churches her mother had attended had never divulged that information.
"PS. Vesper has been bound up all her life, and if I find out that you tied her up, even so much as a shoelace, I'll rip off your wings one feather at a time and shove them up your-."
"I get the picture, Vesper. Will you follow me inside?" Mr. Hughes cut her off and motioned towards the mansion.
"Anya was very nice to me, but she doesn't seem to like you very much." Vesper finally said as they stepped onto the back patio.
"There is a history between Anya and myself. She hasn't quite forgiven me for it yet." Mr. Hughes smiled gently, he didn't seem too affected by the letter, he had apparently expected just such a note.
"You are here as our guest, but not in the way most people come here. There will be times you will see the other guests, but you will not be bothered by them. We do have many non-humans that work here, and you will probably see them more often than our other guests." Mr. Hughes waved her through the back door and through the dining room.
Vesper made sure to stay back from him at all times, whenever she would step too close, that painful sizzle would return and she'd shiver and feel her stomach start to lurch. He seemed to be aware of the sensation but didn't say anything about it.
They walked up a flight of stairs and then another. There were two corridors, one of which was hidden behind a large set of doors. Vesper watched as he pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the door before pulling it open. He looked back at her with a nod.
"The bedrooms here are for employees, but I thought you might be more comfortable up here away from our human guests." Mr. Hughes told her as he walked her down the hall a few doors before opening the third one on the left.
Vesper waited for him to walk inside the room before she followed. He stood near a dresser as she moved over closer to the bed. His gray eyes watched her closely as she set her backpack on the floor by her feet.
"Anya wrote that you have physical attributes to show me. I take it your white hair and purple eyes are not what she is talking about." His hands were clasped behind his back and Vesper was once again reminded of how attractive he was. It wasn't an aristocratic handsomeness, despite the quality of his suit, it was more virile, masculine, sexual, and she felt her pussy stir as they looked at each other from across the room.
"My ears." She finally nodded and made quick work of removing the pins from her hair and lowering the thick mass to fall loosely around her. She pulled back several locks to show him the pointed top of her ear.
"There are several nonhumans with differently shaped ears. Fairies, elves, gargoyles. You could be a sea elf, they have your lighter coloring." He told her.
"Do they cure people's illnesses?" Vesper asked.
He frowned, "No nonhumans have that ability, besides Chrysanthulus, and you are not remotely plant like."
"Well, I can. I cured Anya's son's blindness, and possibly a female dragon's infertility. Plus countless humans over the years." He frowned at her as she spoke.
