Forbidden Fables, page 9
With both his fists still in my hair, he looks down at me with a soft face of pride. “If any of this is too much for you…you only need to say mercy. But this…ah…I think you like this.”
I did like it, maybe a little too much. He was giving me a choice; he was making this all…my choice. It was never my choice with Benjamin, and it certainly was never my choice with my gran. Her purpose was to protect me, and all she did was convince me of my dubious presence.
My mother’s things. I have to go back.
Withdrawing my mouth from his stone body, his phallus angry and swollen, he watches my face carefully.
Kneeling again, he takes my face into his rough hands, studying my eyes with his.
“Mercy,” I say, and he drops his head in disappointment, but nods.
“I will return you safely in the afternoon tomorrow, but I want one more night with you.” He strokes my cheek, glancing at my lips.
“No…that word…mercy.” I place both my hands on top of his and move to his lips. They are soft yet coarse and it fills me with excitement. Parting my mouth slightly, I allow his tongue to sweep inside, sending a shiver through me. I open my mouth more and allow our tongues to dance together in a sensual rhythm. I have never been kissed this way before, and I never wanted this feeling to end.
I am dizzy and once I open my eyes, our lips are still locked, but I am in his arms again. He lifts me from the tub, and with his arms linked under my legs, he lays me on the furs beside the fire, near the neatly tied ropes on the beam.
“Mercy is what we ask of our God…to forgive our sins and show us mercy. Why do you ask me for my mercy? You are not God.” I sit up, and cross my arms over my bare breasts, suddenly feeling very aware of my nakedness, and hearing another one of Gran’s words coming from his mouth.
He stands beside the beam I once was tied to, and fiddles with the ropes still attached to it.
His face is set, un-knotting and knotting the ends of the rope. “I only want you to understand that you are safe, little lamb. I may not be a God, but I am named after one.”
Did I want to remain here with a man I did not know, living in sparse conditions within a two-room shack?
I wanted my mother back. I wanted to be in England again where I had all the riches thanks to my father…
But at what cost? My father was wealthy and well-known, still living amongst his brethren. A place that I was not privy to, a woman not worthy of that knowledge.
I was a witch—and bringing me here to these woods saved my life. I must learn to accept this about myself…I am a sinner, my fate is already sealed.
I deserved to be in this dark hell, a feeble plaything under the hands of a savage.
“What is your name?” Bringing my hands back to my sides, I brace myself for his answer.
Never have I wanted to hear a name as much as I wanted to hear his.
“Fenrir.” He reaches for me, and I take his hand, pulling me up and into his arms. “After Fenrir, the great Wolf God.” Taking my hand, he places it over a black sigil in the shape of swirls and circles on his neck.
I trace the lines over his skin, and he slides his hands down my back to the swell of my behind.
“This here? Fen-reer.” I roll it from my tongue slowly, and he lifts me in one motion, both my legs wrapping around his hard waist. He kisses me again, only rougher this time, nibbling at my lips, and dragging the bottom one through his teeth. I feel the sting of his bite, gasping, blood warming the spot. Sucking on my lip, Fenrir watches my face as I close my eyes.
My entire body is on fire, and I fear if he takes me now, I will shake the tiny cabin down to its foundation with my screams. The tips of my breasts prick against the hair on his chest as we devour each other with kisses and hands.
The high continues as I feel my back slam into the beam. He sets me down on my feet and I whimper in protest.
“Let us play…little fox. Do you trust me?” He takes my hands into his, raising them over my head.
My eyes grow wide, and my body stretches, forcing my chest up and out. Holding both my hands together with just one hand, he leans down to swallow me whole, and I am lost.
Chapter 30
Fenrir
Ibring her tight nipple into my mouth, suckling like a ravenous babe. If I only have one night left with her, I will take my time and enjoy every inch of her.
I remove my mouth from hers, and I see her eyes are still closed. My wolf is howling now, and he has been taking any thoughts I’ve had of returning her and growling in response. He does not accept this, but I am in control now. He is only inside of me.
The wolf inside of me shakes with anger and a growl builds deep within my chest. He doesn’t like the idea of letting her go, but I am in control now. I need to enjoy her for tonight. We will work out the rest later, but for now I want her needy and shaking on my cock.
Her hands are high above her head, and with her body pulled tightly on her tiptoes, I almost drop to my knees. But I will worship her cunt soon, showing her just what it feels like to be devoured. No, right now she wants the thrill of a chase…and she will have that.
“I trust you will wring pleasure from my body…Is that not the highest trust a woman can give to a man?” she says coyly. She is playing with me, and a tingle of satisfaction sends fire up my spine. Pressing my body into hers, I grab the dangling rope that is secured at the top of the beam, tying her wrists. I coil it around her arms, just below her elbows, where I secure it tightly.
Grabbing another rope, I lash her breasts around to her back.
With each loop I bring around her, I jerk it tightly before I begin the next. Her breath hitches at each tug, but soon she is stifling them, and her body squirms, so I slow my pace…
Once I reach her hips, I bring the rope around to the back and make a tight knot.
I take a step back, marveling at my work. She is bound tightly to the beam by her arms pointed at the sky, looking like the vulnerable prey that she is. Submissive and willing…just for my touch. She is bound down to her curved hips, her flesh bulging against my ties.
I want to mark her, leave my imprint so that she may never forget this night.
Stepping up to her again, I can already see her fair skin reddening under the rope’s bite, her breasts straining against the cords.
I palm one of them, bouncing it free it from its constraints. I tease her nipple, pinching it gently until she cries out. “Mmm, I think you like the pain more than the pleasure.”
She nods her head. “I do…Hurt me more.”
The wolf that lives inside my mind licks his chops, his bloodlust palpable. I smile wide, allowing my sharp canines to show.
She has not blinked once. Her eyes are wide and famished for what will happen next. “Yes, you are right…the highest honor one can give. Trusting me to fulfil your body the way it is begging to be.” I kiss her supple cheek, and trail kisses and sharp bites down her neck until I am kneeling.
“I can smell you…adrenaline mixed with fear.” I continue wrapping loops and jerking it tightly as I grate the words, “It’s driving me mad.”
Lux
I cannot move an inch, and the rope that binds me is biting my skin red. Prickles flood my body, and every piece of me is pulsing like a heartbeat…throbbing.
My legs are quaking now, and I’m glad for the ties that hold me.
Fenrir brings his hand down between my legs, brushing the folds. “Does fear arouse you? So slick and ready for me already.”
His words send a wave of need through my body, and my eyes flutter. I swallow, my body feeling heavy.
“M-M-” I stumble on the word.
“Mercy, sweet lamb?” He sinks his fingers inside me and I shudder.
“Mmm…more.” I gasp, and he’s moving in and out of me painfully slow. I try to meet his hand, wanting it deeper, but I am bound here too firmly for that.
“Ahh…more. I cannot wait to give that to you.” Removing his fingers, he grasps his cock, my wetness still covering them. He glides it over the veined shaft and rounded head, lightly twitching.
Grabbing my left leg, he hoists it up over his arm. Reaching for the other, he does the same until both legs are draped over his biceps.
He pushes in closer to me, and my legs are nearly folded up to my chest. I gasp and my eyes connect to his.
Bending slightly, he watches as he guides his cock to my exposed entrance. With one rough thrust, he fills me to the hilt. I cry out, squeezing my hands as I adjust to his size. Disbelief that I can accommodate him has me panting. He doesn’t move; he stays still for a moment, and I revel at how filled I am. My cunt throbs, and I keep myself from jerking my hips. Little prickles of pressure shoot through me to my core.
“Gods, you are perfect.” He moves, slowly at first, but soon his eyes turn on me, feral. He is struggling to hold back his need…
Each thrust sends jolts of pleasure through my belly, and I roll my hips the best I can, bound this way. He pushes into me, a satisfied growl passing from his lips once he is completely sheathed.
The throb that runs through my body has pooled at my center, and I am squirming and ready to explode around him. His pleasure is almost tangible, as I feel his body growing; hair pricking my thighs.
He slows, then stops…I buck my hips in an effort to squeeze more pleasure from him.
His size has doubled, and I marvel at his height, pulling me tighter against him. Claws replace fingertips and his hands double. Grabbing the beam above me, his face lengthens and changes as he lifts himself onto the pole.
I am gasping, relenting to his solid frame, as he stretches me to ecstasy. No longer am I in control of my limbs. I am reduced to nothing but nerves and shock waves as he rocks into my body. My eyes roll back, and I feel the hair of his chest biting at my cheeks.
Suddenly, he stops, and I can feel him withdrawing himself, reducing in size.
He backs up a step, breathing heavily…his shoulders are hunched, and he hangs his head.
Why is he stopping? Did I do something wrong? I open my mouth to protest, and he looks at me. “I cannot…and even if I explained, you wouldn’t believe me.”
It is then I notice the sharp teeth behind his lips, and the claws that adorn his fingertips.
Chapter 31
Fenrir
Just as I tumble toward my release, losing myself in her softness, I feel my body shiver and my wolf threaten to break free. He wants to taste her blood, claim her body in every sense of the word. Spill inside over and over until she is full of my seed.
With every drop of self-control I have, I use it to pull away from her before the change. Her face contorted as I break the sexual ward we had created together. Her face screwed up into confusion.
Kneeling before her, I lift her plump thigh over my shoulder and bury my face in her sweet center. Crying out, she grinds into my face with ferocity, and I open my mouth wide, sucking her lips until I find her entrance with my long tongue. A loud whine leaves her, and as I sink my tongue inside her, she cries out again. I plunge it deeply, wiggling its length along her walls. Her juices soak the coarse hair of my beard, droplets pooling below my lower lip.
I replace my tongue with two fingers and bring it back to the bundle of nerves tucked inside her folds. I wiggle it gently, plundering to find, and when I do, I nibble and bite, mixing pain with pleasure. She cries out and I smile, sucking and licking at it until she isn’t crying out my name.
“Fennn….Ah fuck…” She rides out the climax on my fingers, jerking and twitching until she is limp.
Kissing the insides of her thighs, I notice red streaks of blood, and worry that I have hurt her with my razor-sharp teeth.
Gently setting her down, her legs shake, and she looks up at me in horror. I take her face into my palm. “Did I hurt you, lamb? You are bleeding.”
“Your…f-f-face is covered in blood,” she stammers.
“I did not hurt you?” I reach between her legs again, and she is still soaked, but there is also blood.
She is quiet, embarrassed perhaps, her face reddening. She said I was not her first, so it couldn’t be that.
I bring the sticky, red-stained fingers to my mouth and lick at them while she stares. I suck off the blood, never leaving her eyes. Grinning, I wrap my bloodied hand around her neck and squeeze, capturing her mouth[SL1] . She whines, but her tongue swirls inside, coiling with mine.
I pull back, a wolfish grin spreading across my face. Our fate is sealed as we share this private blood oath. The warm taste filled with salt and iron, cultivated from the very heart beating within her.
A love fully quenched by the sticky, sweet mixture between her thighs.
I untie her, gently but quickly, kissing each spot that I uncover. Her head lulls, and I can tell I have wrought her of all her energy for today. I would take her to my bed and feed her sweet grapes and soft cheeses, kissing every spot I bruised.
Once I am finished untying her, I swoop her up into my arms and carry her to the back bedroom.
Picking her head up off of my shoulder, sleepily she says, “I like the fire. Let’s sleep there…please?” I kiss the top of her head and turn back to the furs on the floor. I set her down, and she sits up, rubbing her eyes. “Is it nighttime now?”
“I would say so. About the time to eat some food and drink some wine.” I remove the pot of water from the hearth, pouring it into a wooden bowl. I pluck another handmade soap from the tall shelf of items, placing it into the bowl. Kneeling, still naked and covered in her blood, I gently wipe the cloth over her mouth, neck, and chest, ending the wiping at her inner thighs as she lazily spreads her legs for me.
Bringing the bowl to the butcher’s table, I set it down and finish the process by washing my hands and face in the flowery scented water.
I walk back to her sprawled body, tucking her under the blankets.
“Hungry?” I ask her, but she lays her head on top of her hands, resting atop her folded red cloak, eyes closed.
With a sleep-filled voice, she says, “Why is pleasure a sin, when it feels like every part of my body soars? I just don’t understand…”
I lean into her lavender scent, her hair brushing my lips. “You can find pleasure in things without calling them evil. Perhaps your gran never felt such happiness.”
Chapter 32
Lux
My body is replete; satiated until I can no longer stand.
Was it the Wolf or the woods that I loved so much? Maybe a bit of both. But is this my wolf, or is he only a man who I have created in my darkest fantasies?
“Food?” Fenrir’s voice is close to my ear, and when I look up, he is holding a poorly made plate with an array of fruits and cheeses.
And here I thought he didn’t have manners or taste…
My belly growls loudly. I move to sit up and I see he has been busy while I’ve slept. He is wearing trousers—no shirt, though—and his face brings back tremors to my legs as I recall the shattering orgasm he gave me with his mouth earlier.
I am mostly shocked at what just happened between us, although there was something different about this man. He didn’t look like the men I had seen in my childhood.
I bring myself to sit upward, feeling a rush of dizziness come over me. “Yes. Food, please.”
He feeds me the cheese and I close my eyes, thinking of all the food I’d missed from England.
“Tell me why you hate her.” He chewed loudly, his jaw working.
I gave it a moment of thought, not sure where to start. I figured I would just lay it all out. What could it hurt?
“She let them take my mum—didn’t even try to stop them…and neither did my father.” I pinch the skin on my inner thighs, brushing my fingertips over the scars that adorned them. With each caning I took from her, I would retreat to my room and make myself hurt worse. Candle wax was my preferred method, and nights when it was bad, it was the actual flame.
“I am sorry for your loss…a mother can never be replaced.” He brushes a strand of hair behind my shoulder, scooting in closer to me and pulling me into his arms. His enormous frame easily wraps around mine.
He kisses my bare shoulder, and I lean back into him, finding humor in our odd situation. I could never bring him back with me. My gran would not be pleased.
Could I really stay here, in this place? The thought wasn’t terrible…I could get used to being in his arms.
“I just don’t understand why he let them take her. He didn’t even fight for her…or at least, not that I recall.” I snuggled against him more, and the heat from his body makes me feel sleepy.
“A man is supposed to protect his family at all costs. I would allow no one, man or monster, to take you…to hurt you.” He kisses my neck, nuzzling his face and nose into it.
Family?
I close my eyes, remembering how I thought I could fight off those men by myself when I was all of ten years old. I had convinced myself that the only reason I didn’t fight them was because of Gran.
“What is a sinner, exactly? Someone who pushes against God’s will? This should be explained at length, and yet, I am expected to accept this God that I cannot see.” I am looking up at him now, craning my neck to see his thick beard.
“Your God sounds daft to me. A woman is the vessel that brings life into this world.” At this, I sit up and turn to face him completely.
“You do not think I am wicked? After the things that I just let you do to me?” My tears are brimming now, speaking about the God my mother refused to accept, and paying with her life because of it.
“Aye, little lamb, I can assure you there is nothing wicked about you, save for the nectar between those lush thighs.” He smiles, stroking my hair.
I try to hide my smile, but I push him with my shoulder instead, and he gives me a low growl. At this, I giggle, tingles running down my back.
