Rose, Charlotte - Bayou Famine [Shifters of Alligator Bend 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (8 page)

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“Shiftin’ ain’t that hard,” Serafine said. “All the gators here learn to control it pretty young. It takes them longer than it’ll take you, though. For natural-born shifters, you can’t really get control over your shift until puberty hits. Kids fluctuate between forms, and can’t even begin to figure out how to manage it until the body starts reachin’ adulthood. It’s pretty tough to learn how to control the shift while dealin’ with hormones. But you’re a grown woman. Your body ain’t changin’ in twenty different ways.”

“Just the one,” Narcisse said, trying to smile.

“Exactly. Okay, you haven’t shifted since that first unintentional one, did you?”

“No, I haven’t. It hasn’t been accidental, and I certainly haven’t tried to do it on purpose.”

“That’s good. Okay, first I’m gonna teach you how to change and then change back. After that, we’ll talk about ways to control your shift when you might be stressed out. Stress is one of those things that can cause spontaneous change.”

Narcisse rolled her eyes. “Awesome. Just what I wanted to hear. I’m surprised I haven’t been shifting every five minutes.”

Serafine chuckled. “I know, it’s difficult. But trust me, you’re doin’ much better than the last woman that got accidentally mated.”

“The last woman? So I’m not the only one? Can I meet her? I think it would help me adjust if I got to talk to someone who has been through all this before.”

“She—well, that was a long time ago. She ain’t around no more.”

Narcisse couldn’t help but shiver at the somber tone that had developed in Serafine’s voice. She hurried to change the subject.

“Oh, well, that’s okay. Let’s get on with the subject at hand. So how do I shift?”

“Close your eyes, breathe deep, and just imagine givin’ yourself over to the animal within you. Picture yourself becomin’ a gator.”

Narcisse closed her eyes and inhaled and let the image of a gator cross her mind. But nothing happened.

She popped her eyes open. “What did I do wrong?”

“You ain’t concentratin’.”

“Yes I am! I’m thinking about an alligator right now! Or at least, I was.”

“That’s the problem. You were thinkin’ of a gator. You weren’t thinkin’ of you becoming a gator. Hold a picture of yourself in your mind. See yourself transforming.”

Narcisse closed her eyes again and concentrated on a vision of herself. She saw her body shrink. She saw her teeth elongate, and claws form where her fingernails began. A few seconds later, she felt the change.

“Don’t fight it,” Serafine cautioned. “Just let it take you.”

Narcisse was surprised to discover that a sense of peace settled over her as the transformation was complete. When she opened her eyes, she found herself crouched on the floor, looking up at Serafine. Her clothes were piled around her, and she crawled out to free herself from the jumble of fabric.

“Very good. I’m impressed. You’re gonna do just fine. Now, as you’ve probably figured out, you can’t talk in this form, but you can communicate with others in gator form through ESP. Once you have the shifting itself worked out, I’ll teach you how the ESP works. For now, let’s just get you back to your human form. Do exactly like you did before, except this time, picture yourself as a gator and envision yourself growing back into your human form.”

Narcisse found that it felt slightly difficult to breathe in her new form, but she brushed it off, sure it would get easier as she adapted to an alligator body. She inhaled as best she could, shut her eyes, and pictured her skin becoming soft and tan, her legs growing long again, and her hair appearing long and dark down her back. But again, nothing happened. This time, she couldn’t even ask Serafine what was wrong.

Finally, though, Serafine spoke. “Looks like you’re havin’ some trouble there. Open your eyes.”

Narcisse obeyed, and Serafine dropped to her eye level, holding a small mirror. “You might be havin’ trouble with the visualization because you don’t know what you look like. Here, study yourself a bit.”

Narcisse focused on the mirror, and couldn’t help but feel shocked. The gator she was looking at was actually her. Even though she felt different and saw the room from a different perspective, it was surprising to see her elongated snout, dagger-like teeth, and leathery skin. But what shocked her most were her eyes.

She’d known her eyes had changed color the first day she met Nelson and Armand, when they mentioned the change after mating. Narcisse had also seen that everyone in the congregation had gold eyes. It was the defining trait of their group, and the only characteristic that remained constant whether they were in alligator or human form. But despite seeing it around, despite knowing it had happened to her, this was the first moment where she had really allowed herself to stop and pay attention to the difference. She couldn’t help but stare at the green-and-gold irises, proof that her life was probably never going to be the same again.

Staring at her new eyes, Narcisse struggled at the task at hand. Instead, her mind was focused on why her eyes were different. She went to work trying to solve the problem, rather than making sense.

“You okay?” Serafine asked.

Narcisse stilled, trying to calm herself.

“Try the shift again.”

Narcisse closed her eyes, but her mind immediately turned to the question at hand. She needed to ask about it, wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else until she had answers, but there was no way to ask when she was in her gator form.

Suddenly, Narcisse felt herself start to panic.
I’m going to be trapped in this body forever
. Breathing felt even more difficult as she struggled to keep her cool.

Above her, Serafine began to chant. After a few rounds of incantation, Narcisse felt herself begin to calm down. Breathing began to feel easy again. Without even doing any visualization, she felt her limbs start to lengthen and her skin become smooth. Before she knew it, she was standing up, covering her breasts with one hand and grabbing for her clothes with the other.

“You okay?” Serafine asked. “You seemed mighty scared for a minute there.”

“My eyes,” Narcisse blurted out. “They’re—they’re wrong!” She picked up the mirror and looked again. She still couldn’t stop fixating on them. “I mean—I know this is all part of the change, but…” She trailed off, too distressed to finish a thought.

“Calm down now,” Serafine said, placing a soothing hand on Narcisse’s shoulder. “What, you haven’t seen the eyes of everyone else in this congregation? You haven’t looked in a mirror before this afternoon?”

“Armand doesn’t have one in his room, and I’ve been keeping pretty busy. I saw that, freaked out, and couldn’t concentrate on the change. Thank you for pulling me back into my regular form.”

Serafine nodded. “It wasn’t any trouble. Just know that I am the only one in this congregation with the power to do that, and I can’t always be around to change you if you get stuck.”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Don’t make promises your body hasn’t been trained to keep yet.”

“Let’s practice again. I’m ready.”

Serafine shook her head. “I don’t wanna stress your body out too much. It can be a lot to deal with first. That’s all for today. But I want you to practice meditatin’, okay? Don’t visualize the change. I don’t want you to try that when I’m not around. But just work on focusin’, okay? That’ll make this whole thing easier.”

Narcisse sighed and nodded. She hated that she’d failed. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

“Meet me here after lunch. And don’t look so forlorn. You’ll figure it out soon, I promise. Nobody has never figured it out sooner or later.”

Narcisse tried not to look dejected as she made her way back to Armand’s quarters. She opened the door to find them both already there.

“Well, look who it is,” Nelson said with a smile.

Armand gave a small frown. “You don’t look happy.”

“My lesson didn’t go so well. I figured out how to become a gator, but I got stuck trying to turn back. I needed Serafine to work her magic and get me out.”

Nelson crossed the room and scooped her up into a hug. “It’s okay, baby. Everyone struggles with it at first. It’s happened to all of us at least once. You’ll figure it out.”

“Serafine said I should try meditating. You know, concentrating on things. But right now, I just want to sleep for a week. I can’t believe I’m so exhausted.”

“How about a nice massage?” Armand asked.

Narcisse grinned, pulled off her shirt, unhooked her bra, and flopped facedown on the bed. Each man sat on either side of her, starting with her fingertips, then working her palms before traveling up her arms, paying special attention to her tight shoulders. Then, they adjusted positions. Nelson took her back, while Armand focused on her neck and head. Narcisse finally relaxed, enjoying the warmth and strength of their hands. As the bliss of the massage washed over her, Narcisse found that her pussy was beginning to awaken and get wet as their fingers caressed and kneaded her.

When Nelson reached the waistband of her skirt, he paused.

“May I?” he asked.

“Yes,” Narcisse said, relieved that he was having similar thoughts.

Nelson slid down her skirt and panties, and then began working his fingers into the firm mounds of her ass. One fingertip slid between the globes and began playing with her tight hole. Narcisse caught her breath as the jolt of pleasure shot through her system.

Armand continued to massage her, working his way down. As he neared her breasts, Narcisse flipped over so he’d have better access to them. As Armand kneaded the soft flesh, Nelson stood up and carefully stripped off his clothes. Narcisse was still overwhelmed by the sight of his ripped, naked body, with rigid muscles sculpted across every plane of his body.

Armand reached into a drawer and tossed Nelson a bottle of lube, and then he began stripping off his clothes as well. Narcisse lifted her hips so Nelson could slide a slick finger into her tight hole, and as her tight ring of muscles clenched, she reached out to stroke Armand’s chiseled abs. He bent down to kiss her, one hand tweaking a nipple as Nelson eased a second finger into her ass.

“Do you want us?” Armand asked, breaking the kiss.

“I’ve been wanting you all day.”

Armand sat on the edge of the bed, and Nelson carefully pulled his fingers out of her tight hole so she could get up and straddle him. As much as she’d loved the fingers playing in her ass, her cunt was crying out for attention. As soon as she was steady, she slid all the way down on Armand’s cock. She gasped as her cunt muscles locked up around him, and he threw his head back and moaned. Armand was the perfect length to hit her G-spot, and Narcisse shivered, imagining the powerful orgasm she was going to have.

“You ready for me?” Nelson asked, positioning his lubed cock against her tight hole.

“I’ve been ready.”

Gripping her hips for stability, Armand eased his cock all the way into her ass. Narcisse’s entire body trembled, enjoying the feeling of fullness. Once Nelson was secure inside of her, she began moving. She went slow at first, even though she was desperate to speed up. Her body demanded release, but she wanted to savor her men, enjoy the still-new sensation of having two cocks at once. But eventually, her body’s demands were too much to resist, and she began to speed up.

“Bite me again,” she whispered. Her skin yearned for the sensation that bordered on both pleasure and pain. She eased her head back slowly, giving Armand the room to sink his teeth into her neck, with Nelson biting her shoulder. Suddenly, her cunt exploded with release, and her screams filled the room.

Her men weren’t done yet, and neither was she. Narcisse kept riding and bucking, moving faster than she ever imagined she could have gone. Suddenly, Nelson gripped her hips and froze. She felt his cock surge. Armand wasn’t far behind. Just as Nelson began to call out her name, Armand threw his head back and cried out with release. The sensation of two men coming inside her at once sent Narcisse’s cunt into fresh spasms of ecstasy, pleasure shooting out through every nerve ending.