For once Casey was on her bed but she wasn't doing something sexual, at least not at the moment. She had three books open to various places in front of her and she was cross-referencing between them. While the lodge didn't have the most complete collection on the supernatural it was by far the best resource that Casey knew of. The past few days she had been browsing through the books in her free time, trying to learn about the strange plants she had encountered, even if the mark was making it a challenge to concentrate.
There weren't many formal works on the creatures and monsters they hunted, the most any hunter could hope for was a journal of an older hunter. That made finding any specific information tedious at best since it wasn't as if there was an index to go by. Her father had begun working on such a resource but it was far from complete and it could easily have missed what she was looking for. That left Casey to skim every page in the journals.
It wasn't all a waste, Casey had never looked at these particular books before so she was learning as well. First-hand accounts weren't the best explanation of how to deal with a monster, not when it was scribbled in the margin of a page. There seemed to be a lot of trial and error until the hunter got lucky. Still, it was good to at least get some hints for creatures she hadn't encountered yet.
Apparently, husks were immune to any bullet, even the specially prepared hunter ones, until you got up to a shotgun, and that was only for limb removal. Fallen vampires normally kept prisoners for days to feed on them, since they don't tend to have easy access to victims. And it wasn't advised to have women hunt down a satyr, the warning only made Casey more interested.
Aside from her learning some things she didn't come across a specific mention of the plants she had encountered, at least not directly. At the top of one page, there was a mention of a dryad groove. It seemed far more extensive than what Casey had encountered but the trees being bent and manipulated seemed the same between the two. If it was a dryad garden that would explain the strange plants at least. Casey knew dryads tended to be loners, at least as far as interacting with humans, and they didn't usually attack people. They just wanted to be left alone with their plants.
Casey didn't remember ever coming across anything extensive about dryads in the library so since seemed like a dead end. It's what she had expected but it was still terrible. The plants had been some of the most fun she had ever had and she would have liked to relive the experience again and again. That didn't seem probable though if a dryad was behind the plants Casey had no chance of growing them herself, she lacked the literal green thumb the creatures possessed.
For now, she just had to enjoy the memory of the encounter. She reached over to her side and picked up her phone, sending Andrew a text, seeing if he was around. He was as he always was. Andrew was ever eager to chat with her, namely because things almost always turned sexual between them now. With Grant gone and the plants spent, Casey only had one outlet for the mark and it was Andrew.
It had been worse than ever the last few days. This was the longest she had gone without sex since getting the charm being put on her, and the weight was beginning to become unbearable. If something didn't happen soon she would end offering herself to any hunter she came across. Still, teasing Andrew and getting off with her new dildos helped ease the pressure, if ever so little.
Andrew got back to her almost instantly. "Hey, Casey! How's it going?"
"You know how I am," Casey sent back with a smile. "You?"
"Great, I was hoping you would text."
Oh? Not tired from this morning?" Casey replied. Andrew didn't seem to last too long after she started sending him pictures of her nearly deepthroating the werewolf dildo.
"Of course not," Andrew added a wink on. "I always want to see you."
"Good," Casey responded. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled out the werewolf dildo again. She pulled the black crop top she had on up and over her breasts slid the toy between them, pinning it between them with her elbows. She brought her phone up and sent Andrew a picture. "Looks like he's back for more."
Before Andrew could respond she was already bringing the toy up to her mouth. The tapered head pressed between her lips and Casey couldn't wait to start thrusting into her mouth with it. Her jean shorts were already growing damp as she worked the toy between her lips. The red length disappeared into her mouth and she let out a soft moan around it. One hand guided the dildo to her mouth as the other slid down her stomach and into her shorts, teasing her clit.
"You're so hot," Andrew responded. "I wish that was me."
"So do I," Casey typed back. "I could use a real cock right about now." While she enjoyed her toys they were no match for the real thing.
The next picture she sent was of her jean shorts hanging off of her ankle along with her panties and the slick head of the werewolf dildo pressing against her pussy. She fed the length into her body, letting out a moan as it filled her up. After that, the next shot showed the red length disappearing into her. It certainly helped her remember what it was like to be in the mine with the monster. The actual werewolf's cock had been so much better than this, bigger and hotter, but without the real thing, this was as good as she was going to get.
Casey's toes curled as an orgasm began to build up and her entire body tensed. She left the dildo filling her up as one hand covered her mouth and the other frantically fingered her clit. As the climax receded she slowly relaxed and let her hand slip off of her mouth. Casey laid back on her bed for a few minutes enjoying the brief moments of respite from the charm.
