Forbidden Fables, page 25
I help her shrug out of her robe, and his eyes are fixed on the pink tips of her breasts. He slides down his pants to his ankles, and he’s ready, cock already hard. The head is taught, and the tip shines with his excitement. I watch as Charity wraps her hand around it, looking so small in comparison. I lean back on my hands and spread myself wide, reaching between my legs. I know he can see every crevice of my cunt, and I am slick with need. “You want to fuck her, don’t you, lost boy?”
His eyes remain on her breasts, and he nods.
Charity stops stroking, looking back at me. She watches my fingers disappear into my folds and bites her lip. “I think…I think I will like to watch you punish him.”
I grin. “As you wish.”
Charity scoots back, and I lean forward over Charles. “Roll over.”
I stand, grabbing a thin, wooden paddle Garm made for me for ‘cooking.’ He didn’t need to know about all of my hobbies.
Charles looks at Charity and turns over reluctantly.
“Keep your eyes on her, and if it’s too much for you, simply say her name.”
He nods in understanding.
His rear is plump, muscular, and perfect for my paddle.
“You must never run away again,” smack, “Especially when you want to bury yourself inside me so badly,” smack, “You’re a bad…” another smack but harder this time, earning a grunt from him, “ …lost boy. I’m going to get that cock wet tonight.”
Charity is whimpering, and her hand is between her legs now, the wet sound of her messy cunt kissing her fingertips.
“Oh…you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Do you enjoy watching him get punished?” I purr, and she furiously nods her head, her eyes rolling back as I call her a dirty girl. “Are you my dirty girl?”
She cries out, plunging two fingers inside of herself.
I leave Charles’ bright red cheeks to the air, setting down the paddle and grabbing her wrist. “You don’t get to come yet, sweet pet.”
She pouts, looking at me from beneath her lashes.
“Don’t worry, you will, but not yet. We won’t stop until you’ve both made a filthy mess.”
Chapter 35
Charity
My legs quiver and I can’t believe how turned on I am watching Charles’ ass get paddled by Freyja.
“Sit up,” she commands, kneeling over Charles. His eyes are glassy, and I’m not sure if he’s under a spell or drunk with desire for her, for me, or for us all together.
She moves behind me, draping both my legs over Charles’, facing him. I look into his eyes, fixed on my cunt. I know how wet I am, and I’m sure he can see. I feel exposed, raw, and I’m eating up every second of it. I feel two small pricks on my neck, and my eyes roll back as warmth fills my chest. I let her suck while she strokes me.
Freyja reaches around to cup me, and I feel her wet heat pressing against my left buttock. I close my eyes as I feel her fingers stroke down my slit, nudging it apart gently. “Open your eyes, pet, and watch how much your brother loves to watch your pussy get stroked.”
I’ve never heard anyone use that word before, but I like it. It sounds a little like ‘kitty.’
I keep my eyes on him, and I can tell it’s taking great effort for him to keep his hands off himself.
Freyja expertly inserts two fingers into my drenched entrance, but she doesn’t go deep; she pushes her fingers against the front of my walls, sending a shock of pleasure through to my core. My mouth falls open, and I cry out as she begins pushing that sensitive spot over and over again in rapid succession until I’m bucking against her hand and grunting. “Oh, you like that? Does that feel right?”
My jaw is pressed to my chest as she continues to put pressure on the spot, and I feel like I may wet myself. “Ugh! Stop! I’m going to w—”
She gives two final pushes and withdraws her fingers, spanking my cunt until a clear stream burst from my nether lips. “Oh! Oh! Fuckkk!” She continues the slaps, and my hips are jerking as the pleasure rolls through my body like a storm, and I watch myself spurt over the blankets.
Charles is sitting up now, his face enthralled with my wet explosion, mouth hanging open.
She inserts two fingers again, pumping out two more spurts of juices, the blanket beneath me drenched in my climax.
Using all of her soaked fingers, she strokes my cunt, the contact over my sensitive nub causing me to lean back on her, letting her take my full weight so I can float inside the euphoria of my sweet release.
“Bad girl for leaving me…but what a good girl for coming like that,” she whispers, stroking my body, stoking the residual pleasure from every nerve connected to my womb.
“Lick her clean, naughty boy, then fuck her.”
Charles’ face is in between my legs in a second, and I pull at his hair as he laps at my thighs, my lips, and my ass.
When he’s finished, he’s mounting me while I lay between Freyja’s legs.
“Wait,” I say, and I push Freyja backward, and onto her back, as I scootch upward, so I am laying on top of her, both of our cunnies open for him.
“Oooh, dirty girl…do you think he can take us both?” She coos inside my ear, and she plays with my breasts. The thought of him being inside of us both, one after the other, sends shivers through my body.
“I hope so,” I whisper as I watch him draw up closer to us on his knees, between our legs.
He grabs his cock, and I think he will line himself up with me first, only he doesn’t. I hear Freyja moan loudly as he drives himself home. His torso is flush with my mound, and as he makes his strokes, his belly hits my erect bud each time. It drives me mad to think of him inside her, but I know he will fill me soon.
Charles groans as he stops himself for a moment, leaning over me and kissing my mouth while he’s still inside her.
Suddenly, he withdraws, looking down briefly so he can find my entrance, and buries himself inside me next, his cock already slick with Freyja’s arousal. I gasp; he is inside me, but so is she, our fluids creating a cocktail of heady desire.
He finds a steady rhythm of fucking us both, his head bent down, navigating our holes, his hands gripping my thighs.
He slams into me, then withdrawals, slamming into her and then back to me again. Freyja grinds her hips against my ass, moaning and calling both our names.
Charles pulls out his cock, angry and swollen in his hand, and he pumps himself until he’s grunting, his seed spilling over us both.
“Yes! Dirty boy! Make a mess. All over us both.”
I climax again as Freyja reaches around to stroke my erect bud once more. I don’t hear her release, but her reassurance in my ear is enough to soothe me as we still.
Charles lays on top of us, the three of us falling into a pile on the blankets, hands and mouths covering each other.
Freyja reaches over to the cup of water beside us. “Drink, my pet. You will need to replenish what you just lost.”
She reaches into one of the pots beside the fireplace, retrieving a small washcloth and wiping down my belly and thighs.
She returns it to the water, rinsing the cloth again, and hands it to Charles. Looking over the damp blankets, she laughs. “I guess I have some washing to do.”
My cheeks are blazing hot, and I sip the water with a smile. Whatever I just did, I want to do it again. I want Freyja to teach me how to make myself do that.
Stroking my face and then reaching over to stroke Charles, Freyja lay beside us, draping her arm over us both.
“You once belonged only to yourselves, and now we belong to each other.”
Chapter 36
Charles
She thinks I have forgotten what she is…and watching her make Charity climax the way only a man can reminds me of her magic.
My body is replete, but the guilt I feel in my soul is searing me. I want to push it out…the guilt and the voice of reason that just won’t go away.
I must deliver this deviant of a woman to my Deacon on the full moon…this night.
I rub Charity’s thighs, calves, and feet. I kiss and suck at her toes and make a vow to myself to make sure she is always safe with or without Freyja.
I enjoy this one singular moment I have with both of them, and in a perfect, uncomplicated world, I will stay, but I have no choice.
I cannot love more than one, it will be a sin, and I must deliver Freyja to the Deacon.
I pour wine into all our glasses, jesting and laughing with them both. Charity is languid and smiling, and as we drink, it is easy to see they are feeling the effects.
I will just have to keep pouring the wine until Freyja’s reasoning leaves her.
“Charles…” Freyja slurs, her voice soft as velvet.
“Hm…”
“Why do you resist the passions of the flesh so insistently?”
Freyja stumbles over the word insistently, and I realize she is quite intoxicated.
I snort, taking a large sip of the wine this time, allowing myself to enjoy the bitter grapes that make me feel slightly dizzy. “I don’t know if we have enough time for the length of those reasonings…”
“I will like to know as well.” Charity states, a small hiccup following.
I stare at the curves of Charity’s round cheeks, and she smiles shyly as the orange flames of the fire light her eyes until they glisten.
I have little interest in sharing my lurid past with others, but I want to share it with Charity. I want her to see me…the real me.
“I grew up in a brothel in France. My mother a courtesan, and I a bastard. I have seen some devious things from a very young age.”
Charity’s attention is fixed on my face, stealing glances at my mouth as I speak.
Freyja leans in closer to me, stroking long pointed fingertips up and down my thigh, urging me to continue. “A brothel? How scandalous. Does your counterpart know about this?”
“Thomas? No. He doesn’t know very much about me, like most. I guess you can say I’ve experienced more pleasure than many young men my age. It was a time I both enjoyed and felt ashamed of in a short span of time. Thinking back to it is painful, because I loved my mother deeply—she was all I knew of love. Yet, the man who took me in after she died, he had other things to say of her.”
“Tragic…” Freyja soothes, stroking my cheek.
“I’m so sorry Charles…” Charity’s sweet voice salves the small ache that lingers inside my heart.
I grapple to change the subject and focus on the task at hand. The job I need to finish. “I have a crazy idea…let’s go to the tall house beyond the stream.” I pretend to knock back more wine, even though my glass is empty.
Charity jumps up, her breast bouncing in sync with her dimpled thighs. “Yes! I have always wanted to see it! Can we Freyja? I do not fear anything inside these woods with you by my side.”
Freyja raises her cup to her mouth with a sober look, and I think for a moment she will dismiss my idea, and my last-ditch effort will fail.
Charity wraps her robe around herself, leaning down to kiss Freyja on top of her head. I raise one eyebrow and flash a charming smile in her direction.
“Anything for my pets.”
My mind races while Freyja puts back on the fur robe I’m guessing she made herself. It is still unclear just how powerful she may be, just what she is capable of, but whatever this place is there is no leaving without her help.
“The sun will rise soon, there is no better time than now.” I chime, dressing myself again, which feels like the hundredth time in the past three days.
Freyja wavers on her feet, and Charity catches her, laughing.
I scan the outside, the twilight creeping in, but the full moon is still visible in the sky. Freyja must notice my surveying because she grabs my arm and says, “Do not worry, lost boy…the beast,” hiccup, “is sated now…he has had his revenge, and I’m sure he is sleeping it off.”
Charity grabs my hand, a gleeful look in her eye, and grabs Freyja’s hand with the other.
We walk towards the foggy woods, hand in hand in hand…
“Wow,” Charity drawls, as we all stand in front of the three-story house that once housed the legend of a wolfman and his succubus queen. “Creepy.”
Freyja stares as if she is looking at someone familiar, and I look over at her. “Everything alright?”
Leaving us standing in the middle of the dirt path, she walks forward toward the house as if it wasn’t of her own free will.
Charity follows closely behind and looks back to wave me on.
My stomach is in knots, and I’m having second thoughts.
will Charity ever forgive me? Can we go back to living an everyday normal life after all we have done in those woods together?
“Wait!” I call behind them, but it’s too late.
The front door creaks loudly, and one of the windows has been broken, boarded up with a mangled piece of wood. As I enter, it is dark, cob webs hanging from the covered furniture and lamps. I squint my eyes to see inside, but I can only make out the one uncovered window at the back of the house through a narrow doorway.
“Charles! Make him stop! He has Freyja!”
I enter the doorway, and I recognize Domenico and his gaunt, pointed face. “Deacon?”
There is an iron collar clamped around Freyja’s neck, and as she claws at it, I can see smoke filtering through the air around her head. She looks like she’s in pain.
“Charles, son, welcome. What a relief that you succeeded in bringing her to me.” When he smiles, I see two long fangs and look over his features that seem unrecognizable.
“Wh…what’s going on? Where are your robes and your hat? I’ve never seen you this wa—”
“Please, just be quiet for a moment and allow me to enjoy my victory.”
I am puzzled by his words, I assumed I will deliver her to him, and he will perform an exorcism, perhaps lock her in a cage and deliver her back to London to be dealt with.
I round the corner to Charity and pull her to me, kissing her hair.
“Did you know about this?” she whispers.
I don’t move; I just keep my eyes on Domenico, the man I clearly didn’t know at all.
Dragging Freyja to the other side of the room, I watch as he passes a large mirror above the mantle, and he is not there. I only see Freyja struggling to get free.
“What?” I whisper, blinking my eyes, refusing to believe what I am seeing.
Domenico shoves Freyja down into a chair next to a large four-poster bed, where a young blonde with ringlets sleeps. He fastens the other end of the collar to a metal bar screwed in the floor.
My mind races, and I force myself to stand still, even though I want to go to her, stroke her hair, and comfort her.
Her pain is all my fault…all my doing.
“What are you going to do with her?” I ask loudly, Charity gripping my shirt tightly in her hands.
“My son, she is but the missing puzzle piece, and you have delivered her to me…to my Melody.” His voice is calm and even, something that used to put me at ease, but now it just sounds menacing.
“Was she even responsible for the deaths? Or did you lie about more than just my purpose in Bethlehem?” I hold Charity tighter, my chest heavy at the thought of leading her into every danger she’s encountered along this journey. All for what? God’s will?
Monsters aren’t real. I am having a nightmare, and I’ll wake up soon.
“You see…I’ve been around for quite some time. Oddly enough, those most respected, most feared, seem to be the men of the clergy…so that is what I became.” He spreads his hands wide, smiling, but his fangs are gone now.
He moves about the room, picking up objects as if he is preparing to leave.
“Then why do you want her? She’s a witch. Isn’t she one of your kind?” I force my voice to sound strong, something Domenico has taught me.
He laughs, low and incredulous. “You can say that…I do need her. If I ever want my little girl to awaken again…she’s the only one that can lift the curse. So, thank you! Charles! I am forever indebted to you.”
“Fine, then you have what you wanted…now Charity and I can go home.” I turn Charity toward the doorway, her sobs muffled inside her hands. I know she doesn’t want to leave Freyja here.
All I can think about is getting away from him, and getting Charity away from him. We can make it back home, and we can have our own life together, even if we have to do it somewhere else. After all we have endured, surely, we can find a new town to take us in.
“No, no, no…come back, come back. You can’t leave yet.”
I turn back to him, and he is no longer standing beside Freyja, cowering in the corner; he is right in front of us, his fangs bared again. “When she wakes—which she will once this succubus enters her dreams—she will need to feed. From her…” he shifts his pale eyes to my sweet Charity, and she darts behind me.
I reach around behind me, shielding her, proving my protectiveness with that one small gesture.
This is because of me. My guilt causes my doubt, and even though my heart wants them both, my brain won’t allow it. If I have only been strong enough to silence that voice—that guilt—perhaps the three of us will have been able to live in blissful harmony all together. We have all we can ever want, so why do I have to fuck it all up?
I have already fucked up Charity’s perfect dream come to life.
I try to wrap my mind around his words, curse…. enter her dreams…but my mind still hovers by the fireplace where the three of us made love. I will give anything to return there again, blissful, comatose, dripping together in love and lust.
I do the only thing I can think of to save Charity, try and salvage the real mess I have made.
Bringing Charity along with me, straight from the stove and into the fire.
My eyes are drawn to a single rose in a vase next to the bed; it looks out of place in the dust of the old house—blossomed into a vibrant red, the color of fresh blood.
Two men in black coats descend onto Freyja while she hisses and shouts curses. She gives them a rather good fight as Charity and I both look on in shock.
