As soon as Jordan left, Casey had rushed back to her motel room. She avoided the main street as best as she could and quickly slipped into the room with her pack in hand. The last thing she needed was for her dad to spot her like this. What would he think if he saw her dripping in cum? Casey didn't even want to imagine that. Luckily he wasn't there still when she returned. He must still be at the bar.
Casey was able to strip off her cum-stained clothing and slip into a nice hot shower. Although she had already scooped up most of the trickster's cum and licked it off her fingers before the water even hit her body. He tasted similar to Grant from what she could tell; clearly, not all supernatural creatures were as different from humans as others. The werewolf's cum had definitely been stranger.
With some time having passed, Casey was clearer-headed about what had happened between her and the trickster. He seemed harmless enough like her dad had implied. His magic had done a number on her though. Even if she hadn't been eager for sex, he would have been able to get her to do just about anything it seemed.
Casey had just turned off the water and stepped out of the shower when there was a knock on her motel door. She reached for her towel and caught sight of her back in the mirror. Her eyes widened at the sight of what looked like a swirling black and red tattoo on her lower back. It was certainly not something she had ever gotten. Maybe it was some sort of mark from the trickster? Casey didn't know, and she didn't have time to wonder as she heard her dad calling from outside her room.
She wrapped the towel around her body, and still dripping wet, made her way to the door, opening it. "Hey Dad, what is it?" she asked. He clearly had a few beers, not that he looked drunk, but she could smell it on him.
"Just wanted to make sure you were here," he said. "Don't want you wandering around in the dark with a monster on the loose. And there were a couple guys hanging out around the bar that I didn't like the look of." His words were slightly slurred, but only just. He seemed surprised to see her fresh out of the shower, and for a moment, his eyes drifted down her. The towel wasn't that big, and while Casey was holding it tightly around her, she was still showing off far more cleavage than she usually did. "I didn't mean to interrupt," her dad said quickly, averting his gaze the moment he noticed what he was doing.
Casey blushed herself and inched the towel up higher. "It's fine, I'll be in the rest of the night. See you for breakfast before we start searching again?"
Her dad nodded. "See you then, Casey." He turned to his motel room and closed the door behind him.
Casey let out a sigh and turned back to her own motel room. She had things to settle with the trickster still. For one, the magic she had felt waning on her earlier seemed to still be on her. Jordan fucking her had slated her desire for a while, but she already felt it rising up again. Not as bad as when he had been touching her, but enough so that she wasn't sure whether she could go until morning without another cock.
She dropped the towel and lay down on the bed, slipping her fingers down between her legs. Casey was usually able to get herself off, and maybe it would help with the feeling. It didn't though. Even after she rubbed herself to climax, remembering how the werewolf felt inside of her, how big his cock was, how the ribbed length had made her feel, the sensation didn't fade. If anything, it was worse than before.
