***CONTENT WARNING: CONTAINS MILD SEXUAL LANGUAGE***

NOTE: Once again I find myself having to break a chapter into two pieces to fit Tapas guidelines. This is because of the extra content (Daecon's thoughts). Be sure to check out the next page as well, which will be uploaded one minute after this one. This is update 1 of 2.

As soon as Owen had left, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God I hadn’t made a total ass of myself and came on to him!  His laughter probably would have led those searchers right to us! Stupid married bastard… but fuck, he was hot! I couldn’t get him out of my mind.

Shit. Now the horniness was back as well. If I didn’t soon get laid I was going to explode. I looked around in the cave, trying to take my mind off of Owen’s snug fitting dress pants and the beautiful and impressive bulge in the front of them. Fuck, even trying not to think about it made me think about it. Time to take matters into my own hands. Literally. I decided that it would be safe to rub one out in the cave, so I unbuttoned my pants and went to work. I sat back, closed my eyes, and imagined what it would be like to be with Owen. Would he be hairy like in his bear form? I doubted it. He looked like he’d be smooth and chiseled. He’d probably take charge during sex, dictating exactly how things would go. He struck me as somebody who would want to adhere to a strict plan, and I couldn’t imagine him having a submissive bone in his body. That’s ok… I’m not usually the type to fetishize, but for Owen? Yes Daddy, please… Oh, fuck! I couldn’t hold myself back any longer. I quickly stood up and walked over to the little stream. I shot my load into it, watched the running water carry it away, and buttoned my pants back up.

Ok, horniness taken care of. For now, at least. I sat back down with my back against the wall wondering what to do with myself. Given my extremely short attention span it wasn’t long before boredom set in. I stood up again and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Miraculously it had survived the dunk in the lake, but the battery was at 15%. Also, as with Owen’s, my phone had no signal. This meant that I couldn't even play a quick game. Fuck you, game creators that require a constant internet connection! I held it up and took a selfie just to get a better look at those wings. They were pure white and showed no signs of soiling, even after being dragged up the side of the hill. 

Instead of just dragging limply on the floor as they had been, though, they were now perked up and assumed a resting position against my back. They were still far too large to be ‘hidden’ as Owen had put it, but at least they weren’t hindering my movements anymore. They were actually quite fetching, I thought, as I regarded them in the photo. I don’t care what Owen says, they made me look like an angel. A sexy angel. Dammit! Now the horniness was creeping back in!

I tried pushing those thoughts down again and regarded my photo a little more. I thought to myself that these wings should match well with my white hair after the blue dye wore out and it returned to its natural colour. While thinking of the hair dye I was reminded that I was still wearing my blue contact lenses. 

“I guess I won’t be needing these anymore”, I said aloud, as I set about removing them. 

I had never liked wearing the contacts, but it was easier to wear them than to answer all those stupid questions about my oddly coloured eyes. Don't get me wrong: I fucking love the colour of my eyes, but when I want to fuck I want to fuck. I want people to be interested in my cock, not my eyes. Still, there was no hope of sex up here, at least not with Owen, so I popped the first one out and set it on top of my phone, and then worked at the other. 

While I was working at extracting it something started fluttering around my head. Something large. A bat, emerging from its daytime slumber, was now active and confused at having me, this large intruder, in its home. Without even thinking I swatted it away with my right wing and proceeded to remove the contact lens. Just as I placed the lens on top of the phone next to the other one I realized what I had just done: I had swatted at the bat with my wing! 

I looked at my right wing and started thinking about moving it. I wasn’t sure how to do this, of course, so I decided on trying to send the same signal to the wing that I would have sent to my arm to straighten out the elbow. To my great surprise, my right wing straightened out at the first joint, what would have been the elbow in an arm. I almost jumped with excitement. I then sent the signal to bend again, and the first joint folded up and resumed its resting position. I did this a few more times, and then tried a different thought signal. Instead of trying to straighten and bend the ‘elbow’ joint in the wing I sent a command to the root of the wing where it attached to my back. I sent the same signal as I would have to raise my arm at the shoulder, and sure enough, the wing rotated in its socket and lifted. I then sent the ‘elbow’ a signal to straighten out and it did as I commanded. Finally, I tried the second joint, the ‘wrist’, and it opened up on command as well. My wing was now fully open and extended a good three metres or more from my shoulder.

I was excited and proud: I was figuring it out, all by myself! The wing basically functions like an arm, and has the same joints in it that an arm does. I worked the joints as I would have with an arm and very soon I was moving it just as naturally as I would one of my arms. I had the same success with the other side. 

I decided now to try actually flapping them but it was no use: The cave was too small inside. Instead I folded them back up to the resting position and started thinking about hiding them. Moving them and flapping them seemed to be easy, as it was just like moving and flapping my arms, but what thought command would make them shrink and disappear? There was no equivalent to arm movement here. I concentrated on shrinking them, but nothing happened no matter how hard I thought. 

I spent the next several hours ‘playing’ with the wings, stretching and bending them. I discovered that if I stood to one side of the cave there was just enough room to flap just one wing, so I did this several times with each wing. Each time I did it, it felt better, more natural. I could almost feel the strength coming into them. Still, even after several hours of messing around I was no closer to being able to hide them.

It was now quite dark inside the cave, and I was getting tired, so I took a deep drink from the stream and laid down in the corner. The cave floor was sandy and soft here, so it wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, except for those wings. I didn’t know how I was going to sleep with them – every sleeping position I tried, they were in the way. I tried to imagine how birds slept and remembered that they usually slept by perching on a branch or roosting in a nest. That was obviously not going to happen, so I made myself as comfortable as possible by lying on my side with the wing underneath me, splayed forward almost so that it was acting as a pillow for my head and drifted into a fitful sleep. 

I say 'fitful' because I could not shut my brain off. The images of going over that cliff and soaring through the air (even if I wasn’t in control, I was soaring, dammit) just kept playing out in my head. So did the thought of how I was going to give up everything I knew. My condo. My cars. My money. My sex. Oh my God, the sex. I would never survive.

I must have eventually fallen asleep though. I wasn’t sure what time it was when the urge to take a leak woke me up. It was now pitch black inside the cave and just a small amount of light from the moon was illuminating the cave’s entrance. I remembered Owen’s warning about leaving the cave and considered peeing in the corner, but decided against it. It was dark out, surely I could step outside of the cave to take a piss and have a breath of fresh air without anyone seeing me! 

I stepped out onto the plateau, carefully made my way to the edge, and relieved myself on a wild rhododendron. As the golden stream flowed I gazed out over the valley and the lake. The moonlight made it quite easy to see – or was it the moonlight? It was only a crescent moon, giving off a small amount of light but this should not have been nearly enough to allow me to see as well as I could. I rubbed my eyes, looked around the plateau and confirmed it: I was definitely able to see things I should not have been able to see. I could see every leaf on every bush, right down to the finest detail. I even caught sight of a tiny mouse scurrying between two bushes. 

Even a full moon wouldn’t have allowed me the vision that he had right now – it  wasn’t quite as bright as it would have been in broad daylight, but it was at least as bright as it would have been at dusk, shortly after the sun had set but it hadn’t gotten dark yet.

I returned my gaze to the valley and lake below and was just noticing that not only could I see, but I could see details far clearer than I ever could before. I could see small boats moving around in the lake with spotlights shining from them, and I was alarmed to realize that they were very likely the searchers looking for me.