Forbidden Fables, page 4
I turn to look behind me, right before running up the stairs to the porch. It is silent, and nothing lurks in our wake…
Once inside, I close the door behind me and lean against it. My breath still coming in heaves, sweat beading my brow…
I smile.
Chapter 11
Fenrir
The fox-haired girl and her small guard walk through the trees together, and her sweet scent flows to my senses. It is her, the one my wolf has been searching for.
She seems distracted and I worry she is lost. The guard looks like a boy rather than a man, and I can’t help but feel concerned for her safety. Perhaps she is trained with a sword, or to fight. It was common for women to fight alongside the men in battle where I came from—perhaps she is a shield maiden.
I sniffed at the air, and in my wolf’s form I could smell for miles. My stealth was unmatched, and I could easily remain unseen. If he attacked her, I would be on him in a moment.
The girl from my dreams, my true mate—my tail wags furiously, and I try to keep it from rustling the branches behind me.
It is her. She has finally come, and here she is teasing me so. A low growl rumbles through my chest, but I keep myself from leaping on the boy and taking what is mine.
I let my tongue dangle as I taste the surrounding air. She smells of sex and rosemary. I lick my chops.
As they approach nearer now, I can almost hear what she says, and her words come fast, like a song melody. She backs against the trunk of a tree and laughs, her eyes mischievous as she looks at the boy.
Her laugh reveals her presence before her body does—along with that blazing mane.
Perhaps I would laugh often as well—if she was mine.
Without warning, she tosses back her flowing red cape and lifts her dress.
I pant, my muscles stiffening. I watch her as she stands naked, looking at the boy with need.
Displaying her vulnerable body in the open?
This maiden intrigued me beyond the dreams that have come to me. In her proper form, she is a goddess, and beauty plucked straight from the stars above.
Her head tilts to the side, and I can see her teasing smile driving me wild. How I craved to wipe that sly smile from her face and turn it into yelps and whimpers.
The tips of her breasts like pink rosebuds and hips that curve sharply outward and dip down to a plump patch of red curls.
When the lad rushes toward her, I move closer in a few steps and brace myself for an attack.
Her head rolls back, and her overturned gaze is on me. For a moment, I think she sees me, as our eyes almost meet through the thick brush. A shiver runs down my spine as the sun hits her eyes, and they glow like golden honey.
The boy is scared and runs. I watch as she scrambles to her feet behind him, gathering her cape and shoes. She looks over her shoulder behind her, a mix of fear and amusement. I sniff the air that trails behind her, a sweet perfume of pheromones that tickles my wolf’s belly.
You can run, but you cannot hide.
Chapter 12
Lux
As I walk to the back sitting room, I can hear their low conversation in the dim light. It’s late, and the fire is nearly out now. I tip toe to stand next to the doorway, still breathless and full of excitement. Sweat trickles down the small of my back, inciting a reaction between my legs. My nipples push against my dress, eager for release. Perhaps I can talk Ben into sneaking upstairs with me.
Was it man or beast that stalked us in these woods tonight? Either thought was better than living out another day caring for a woman who enjoyed punishing me.
“I trust you, Benjamin. I have no doubts that you will make the perfect predecessor to my son.” It was my gran’s firm voice, speaking the praises of my selfish father.
I swear, if a man took a shit on the floor around here, they would reward him. All hail the man’s digestive track!
I roll my eyes at the thought of Benjamin taking over for my father. He didn’t want to stay in England. He constantly boasted of his uncle’s ship and how his family would sail to America.
“Yes, Ms. Bryce. You can trust me.” I can hear in his voice a waiver of nerves. I have known him for nearly ten years now, and he was terrified of my gran.
I found that quite amusing—a man afraid of a female.
“She will make a proper wife…someday. But you need to use your skills and teach her about our savior. He washes away our sins, and she badly needs direction to repent of the very thing her mother died for. Sinful pleasures of the flesh.” Her voice sounds morose at the mention of my mother. However, I know it’s for show.
Sinful pleasures, huh? I’m sure Benjamin wasn’t thinking about that last night while he pounded into me from behind.
I peer around the frame, and they are in an embrace, Gran’s head on his chest. I move into the doorway, visible to both now. Benjamin turns to leave and walks by me as if I am invisible.
I stand almost two feet taller than the feeble old woman in front of me. Her back is hunched and she cannot walk without her cane anymore. I am left to take care of her, something I’ve always taken seriously. Until now.
So, she planned to marry me off to Benjamin? Well, what if she isn’t around to see to it?
She turns her head up to me and grins. “Don’t you worry, Granddaughter. I will make sure you are well kept after I am gone.” She hobbles by me, and when I offer my hand on her arm to help, she swats it away, smacking my forearm. I pull back, coils of fire pricking under my skin.
Why do I even bother with this woman? I could easily take her life, no one knowing the wiser. She was old, and I knew just the herbs that would take care of my problem.
“Don’t touch me with your tainted fingers,” she hisses and looks me over as if I am the Devil himself, standing in her sitting room.
I watch as she struggles to the back bedroom, contemplating what would happen if she had a nasty fall…
What a pity it would be to have this house all to myself…at least I would still have Ben around for a good fucking.
Chapter 13
Fenrir
“Ineed you, Fenrir…come.”
I am in complete darkness, and cannot see in front of me, but I know I am outside, and I know I am in my wolf’s form. The pads of my paws slowly tread against the hard, cold ground. I have no direction, only the pull of her sweet voice.
My wolf wants her, needs her. It is a hunger inside me that cannot be satiated until I have had her taste in my mouth. I want to devour her sex, bite her—mark her.
“Fenrir! Please!” Her shouts are coming more urgently now, and I can tell she is scared. The primal need to protect the one I love is strong, and I cannot tell if the woman I need to save is Sybil or the fox-haired girl.
The darkness lifts, and the sun rises faster than normal. I am in my human form now, and the fox-haired girl is laying in a field of daisies. She is laughing, and it makes me want to laugh as well. I go to her, but I look down and realize I am not clothed.
Neither is she.
I kneel to her, and she looks at me and smiles. “Hello, my love.” Her eyes of copper…eyes that I lose myself inside of each time she visits me in my dreams.
She stands, and I reach for her, feeling her absence like a cold gust of wind.
Suddenly, we are inside now, and she lifts her arms above her, dancing in front of the fire, tossing her head and hair around as if she is unaware of my presence. This place is unfamiliar, the fancy mantel lined with glass jars and candles.
Her eyes are closed, and she hums a tune that can only be described as a lullaby. I sit, watching her become lost inside whatever God she is channeling. She is a wild woman…my wild woman.
I lay back on a soft cushion, lacing my fingers behind my head, smiling over curves and dimpled thighs. She knows I am watching but pretends not to as she lights another candle.
“I fear if I touch you now, you will explode with pleasure instantly.” Leaning down over me, hands on her knees, her breasts are inches from my face. I lick my lips, so parched for her sweet nectar.
Now she kneels over me, her hand trailing down my abdomen. It feels like an eternity before I feel her wrap her hand around my throbbing cock. I lift my hips up to meet her strokes, but it isn’t enough, and I feel myself building at an achingly slow pace.
I reach out to stroke her cheek, but suddenly she is screaming—her face melting into the sunken hollows of her skull.
When I wake, I am drenched in sweat. I sit up and reach for my hatchet, but it’s gone. I stand from the furs and charge out the door.
I can no longer take the dreams of my ripe, nude goddess. I wished to see her red hair spilling over my lap, to lay her down and nuzzle the apex between her thighs until she sighs.
Each tortured dream is worse than the last. Now, in the dreams, she is touching and teasing me, and when I reach for her, she is gone again. What I would give to feel her skin pressed to mine.
I hadn’t seen her in these woods since, and I hunted more than normal, just on the off chance that I would get to see her rosebud lips in the flesh.
When I hunted this time, I would hunt for her.
It was hours before my nose led me to the house beyond the crested hill; the sun rising now. The tall trees disappeared, and a clearing held a gigantic structure with a chimney full of smoke.
This was a place unlike the clan from where I came, even the structure where I now live is abundant.
This was her home, where she lay her head each night while I fever dream of her soft skin.
The fires in the woods stopped once I dreamed of her…the fox-haired girl. My search, bringing me here without the nerve to do a thing about it.
I kneel behind a wide tree stump, knowing what I was doing was dangerous, never coming this close to any human since leaving my clan, accepted as a pup. I tipped the scales in heavy favor once my King witnessed the blood I shed in my Wolf’s form. He called me a secret weapon, and rumors of what I was spread for miles amongst the others.
Fenrir, the great Wolf God.
I am a fool for coming here. I am a fool for believing I could take what was mine, my mate. In pure selfishness….
She didn’t know what I was. She was a soft maiden with barely enough experience to understand what love was. Specifically, what love was to a beast such as I.
Cold air strikes my bare chest and I let out a growl, the emptiness the dream left in my mind inescapable…burning me from the inside out. I have to leave.
I break into a run, away, as far away as I can get before I lose every ounce of self-control, and seize her.
When I make it back to my camp, dusk has settled over the copse of land nestled between the trees.
I sniff the air, the scent of a male hanging near my front door, heavy pepper and sweat.
Walking toward the back, snow crunching under my boots, I stop in front of the neat stacks of wood.
My hatchet is lodged in a log on the top row, a black brimmed hat hanging from it.
I bare my teeth, my wolf growling, hackles raised. If this was a threat, I would surely rip them all to shreds without hesitation.
Fist clenched, I pull the hatchet from the wood, pivoting my head in both directions, looking for any signs of movement. The morning is still, and the smell of sulphur and ashes has finally left the air for good. It has been a full moon’s phase since I last had seen the men in the black coats. I had no reason to strike at them, for now. I did not mind turning a blind eye to the sacrifices to one’s God, but if the fox-haired girl came to these woods in peril, my wolf will leave no survivors.
Chapter 14
Lux
Safe and alone, upstairs in my bedroom, I close the door behind me and plop down on my bed. I sit for a moment, re-living the chase through the woods…the fear, the urgency. The excitement.
My skin still tingles, and I think about watching Benjamin getting ripped to pieces by the beast. Would it be bloody…with his insides spilling from his body? Would he scream like a woman?
The fantasy makes my nipples peak and harden under my dress, and I lay back on the bed and close my eyes.
The wolf is at our door, scratching and menacing. The door, unable to hold him back any longer, bursts open and he is inside, hungry. This wolf isn’t a normal wolf, no. He is three times the size and has shoulders wide like a man’s. The cold creeps inside and his breath comes in thick bursts of fog. He sees Gran first, but charges Benjamin.
My fingers drift down over my breasts, my thumb stopping to rub tiny circles around the tight pebble. My breath hitches at the sensation, the tingles zig zagging down to my belly. I spread my legs and tilt my hips up, straining to fill the ache that builds deep inside my core. My hand dips down over the small curve of my belly, and I lift the hem of my dress.
Only, it is not my hand. It is the wolf’s tongue.
I cup my cunt, hot and slick. Sliding my middle finger between the crease, I plunge two greedy fingers inside. I cry out but bite my lip so I will not repeat the mistake again.
He is massive, his weight pressing down over me, covering me. I pump my fingers in and out, bending my legs for a deeper angle. My head pushes into the pillow, hair sticking to my forehead.
I pull out my fingers, slick with my arousal, and find the sensitive bud that built with need and throbbed when I touched myself. As my fingertip finds the tender spot, I cry out again. Slow, small circles making me buck my hips and cup my breast.
It is the wolf’s tongue now, lapping at my cunt, until I feel the pressure building, cresting. I pick up my pace, mimicking the strokes of a tongue, and I can feel the wave coming, my body trembling.
He is no longer a wolf now. He is a man. His blue eyes look up at me while his tongue drags long strokes through my swollen cunt. Like the spark of a match, I feel heat coil through my abdomen as I jerk my hips up to his mouth. My toes curl and my body fights against the waves pulsing through me. I am needy and hungry, and even as I buck against his mouth, he chases my wet sex with his tongue, never losing contact.
I orgasm, lights bursting behind my eyes and another shout of pleasure leaving my lips.
I roll to the side, fingers drenched, and body languid.
Whatever magic this was, I never wanted it to stop.
I toss and turn repeatedly. Flinging limbs and hair, angry sighs, and grunts filling the room.
When I couldn’t sleep at night, my mother used to coax me back to sleep with a candle.
Watch the flame as it dances, let it dazzle you and concentrate on your breathing. In and out.
Relax your body, Luxy, and envision yourself walking toward your true path. Yes, that’s it…stare into the fire and let your mind wander. Soon, your eyes will close, and you will be fast asleep.
I push myself up from the bed, the memory of her voice too real, and I grab my hip satchel from the windowsill. I gather a tapered candle from the box under my bed—Benjamin snuck them to me if I continued to fuck him. At least he was good for something.
I run down the stairs, flinging my cape about my shoulders, and quietly open the front door.
The air outside is frigid. Pulling the hood over my head and stepping off the steps, I shiver. Taking a deep breath in, I hold it for a moment, allowing the sounds of the night to fill my ears.
A slight wind rushes by me, rustling the dead leaves at my feet, carrying me deeper into the trees. There is a hill behind the house, a hill I was never allowed to climb on my own…until now.
The stream flows just beyond it, where every memory I kept of my mother took place.
Dare I cross this line, this late, knowing the wolf may just be beyond? Was it he who nearly caught us today?
Climbing the hill, I clutch the candle and the flint, ready to light it once I reached the stream, saying a silent prayer to the moon.
As I make it to the top, the woods seem to stretch out endlessly. I stare too long, and the trees move on their own, taking on the form of bodies with arms and legs reaching…
I blink a few times, striking the flint and cursing under my breath as my hands shake.
The flame catches, and the candle’s wick is engulfed by the red and orange glow. I stare as it dances, waiting until a drip of wax skitters down the side, almost landing on my hand. I concentrate on the flame, and it grows larger, greedily licking the wick until it overflows with hot wax and spills onto my knuckles.
I hiss, a memory of the first time I felt same pain that turned into pleasure between my thighs.
I am sprawled, naked and flushed, replete with orgasm. There is dried wax spilled over each nipple, white splashes decorating the pink nubs.
It streaks the insides of my thighs with red, the remnants of the wax long washed away after my thrashing. It wasn’t long before the bite of the wax didn’t hurt enough for me to climax and I needed more. After I lit the candle, I warmed the edges of the metal flint box until it glowed, burnishing the insides of my thighs until I screamed. That was when things with Gran took a dreadful turn…
The sound of footsteps takes me out of the flame’s trance, and I snap my head toward the sound to my right.
In the distance, two slanted eyes glow a greenish yellow. A small puff of fog plumes around its mouth, and I see fangs in the moonlight's glint.
The trees before me cement my feet in place, and my body refuses to move.
I want to see it…I want to see just how big he is.
The candle blows out as I bound forward, right toward it. “Come out, wolf! I see you! I am not afraid!”
I am in pure darkness now; the candle is no longer in my hands anymore. My stomach turns, and I stop myself, wondering what my mother would think if she knew of the careless choices I was making in the middle of the night. Hanging my head, I turn back toward the house. The house that I surely will die inside of.
