Okay, welcome to my first segment of what I've named W.I.P. Wednesdays. Basically what this segment will be is me sharing a small snippet of one of my current works in progress, or W.I.P., with you. These snippets are largely unedited and so might have errors in the text. I apologize a head of time for this.
For this first week, I'm sharing with you all a snippet from Itáyu Lake 8, Photographic Heart.
“Have you seen his wolf?” Kyle found himself asking.
Troy laughed. “It was the first side of him I got to see, and boy did it leave an impression.”
“A good one,” Galvin smirked.
Why did this conversation bring up imagines Kyle didn’t want? Hoping to banish them, he turned to Brannon and said, “So, show me.”
“Show you, what?” Brannon asked.
“Whatever it is that proves you’re an angelic,” Kyle reasoned. “If we’re mates, don’t you think I have the right to see it for myself?”
“Well, yeah, but.”
“You’re taking this relatively well,” Brannon hedged.
“I’m freaking out internally. Now, show me,” Kyle insisted.
With a deep sigh, Brannon stood and stepped outside. Kyle quickly followed and felt his mouth go dry and his cock rise as Brannon took off his shirt and closed his eyes. A gentle light encased his back for a split second and then two large wings appeared.
“Wow,” Kyle gasped. Stepping passed the threshold he approached Brannon slowly. “Can I touch them?”
“Sure,” Brannon nodded.
Reaching out, Kyle ran his fingers down the soft pink feathers. “You know, when you said you were an angel, I expected your feathers to be white, not pink.”
“What?” Brannon shouted, followed by Bridget and Erin appearing in the door.
“Oh, Soare bless us,” Bridget gasped.
“Mother Goddess help us,” Erin gaped.
“What? What is it?” Kyle asked and looked at the three people around him. Brannon looked like he was now ready to faint while Erin and Bridget didn’t look any happier. “What is going on?”
“Well, I guess it’s time your human mate learned the different versions of the birds and bees too,” Bridget said, her tone an odd blankness.
“But, I thought it couldn’t happen the first time!” Brannon panicked.
“The first time,” Erin agreed. “How many times did you do it last night?”
Brannon’s face went bright red and Kyle felt embarrassment creep up as well with that question.
“I, we, well,” Brannon bit his bottom lip and wrapped his arms around himself. “Oh gods.”
“Can someone please tell me what is going on?” Kyle demanded. “What is wrong with Brannon? If his feathers aren’t supposed to be pink, than why are they?”
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