Fairytales Ch. 01

Date: 03.02.2010

Keywords: Fairytales, Ch., 01,

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"Please sir, I must leave."

"I but wish you to sit with me, that is all." His fingers were caressing the palm of the hand he held in ways that made her skin flush and her heart race. She knew he must know the reaction he caused. She saw the flash of his teeth once more and then he raised the hand he held, bringing it to his lips. His mouth rested against her palm, his tongue stroking at the delicate lines of her hand.

"S..s..sir, please don't." She jerked her hand hard and pulled away, freeing herself from him. Rising quickly, she hurried out of the clearing and away through the forest, her feet moving as if they had wings and were fleeing the devil himself. She heard his laughter catch on the breeze, carried to her ears. It was a rich sound, basic and raw.

When she reached the edge of the forest, she glanced back, feeling safe this close to her home. Eerie green eyes stared back at her, startling her. She rushed to her back door, seeing the rising of one of the three moons of her home world and in the woods, startling close, she heard the lonely cry of a wolf.

She stayed close to home the next two nights, her eyes constantly searching the paths that lead into her village. She knew her parents were puzzled at her actions but she had no excuse to give them. How could she tell them of the stranger she had met without alerting them to her behavior. It was inexcusable for someone of her stature and standings to speak to one of the gentry much less behave in the shameful way she had.

And her reaction to him, that scared her most of all. She could still hear his rich voice speaking to her softly, feel his eyes upon her and the devilish way they made her feel. She could still feel the shape of his lips against her palm, the way his tongue had felt as it had caressed in carnal ways she knew nothing of. The thought of that forbidden kiss brought images to her mind of other things more forbidden, and that kept her home.

On the third night, though, she couldn't stay shut up any longer. Winter was close, the harvesting was almost done, and soon she would have no choice but to remain close to the fire as the ice and cold blew through the village.

This night was almost balmy, a light wind lifting her hair and skirt as she picked her way over the stones in the river. Her heart was singing as the quiet shadows of the forest closed around her, her home from home since she could first toddle here. She felt safe and secure, her senses detecting no sights or sounds that weren't normal.

She reached her clearing and approached as quietly as she could, not wanting to be caught again just in case he was still here. No one was in sight. Her heart sank in disappointment even as she scolded herself for feeling such ways. He was noble, his clothing and manners screamed the words at her. She was common, the most she could be to him would be but a few moments distraction.

She sat down next to the tree he had been under, her hand on the ground where he had rested his head. Her eyes were sad as they shifted through the clearing, seeing it in a different light now that he was gone. The welcoming haven seemed deserted and cold now.

Shaking her head at her whimsical notions, she plucked some of the leaves that had changed colors and fallen into the tall grasses, weaving their long stems deftly into a fairy crown. Putting it upon her head, she swept a deep curtsey to her suitor, who in her imagination was no longer the blonde, gentle man she'd always envisioned. Now he was dark as night with green eyes that glowed with knowledge and power.

In her imagination, he took her hand, turning it in his own to press his lips once more to her palm making it tingle with pleasure. His eyes when he looked down at her swept over her and her clothing changed, from the plain homespun that she always wore to a glittering gown of white that teased and tempted with it's low cut and silky fabric. Her hair was swept up, the colored fairy crown becoming a jeweled tiara woven into her golden curls. Her tiny feet were encased in satin, heels clicking as she walked, instead of the smooth leather shoes that laced to her ankles.

The clearing disappeared, becoming an immense fanciful room filled with art and couples dancing to music that spoke to the soul. Bodies twisted, swayed, and twirled to the sweeping beat of the musicians hidden from sight by thin lacquered screens. Her partner, more handsome than any man present in black tailored clothing made of fine cloth, drew her to the floor, his arm pulling her close, his hand encompassing her own. They moved together to the music, her gown flaring from her waist as he spun her in intricate designs that brought a smile to her red lips and a light to her dark eyes.

His eyes spoke with their own light, a dancing green flame that told of his longing for her. The hand at her waist became more possessive, holding her to him so she felt the length of his hard muscles against the lithe curves beneath her gown. He leaned closer to her, his head slowly bending over hers, his mouth coming ever closer to her own. She held her breath, desperately wanting to know what his lips would feel like upon her own. He was close, his eyes closing as his mouth brushed..

"Well, well, well. What have we got here?" The voice snapped her out of her daydream and back to reality. "Looky here boys, seems to me we've got us a princess."

Danielle backed away, seeing the men for the first time since they had so stealthily entered her clearing. It was later than she usually stayed, the shadows encompassing her glen, the brilliant light of the moon shining brightly. The three men were rough looking, their clothing better than hers, but not as well taken care of. They were armed, swords and knives glittering wickedly from belts at their waists. And they surrounded her until she was pressed against that same tree her magical suitor had held her too.

"I think you scared her," the biggest and ugliest of the three said. His mouth opened, his teeth blackened and broken showing between thick slobbery lips. He had a scar down the side of his face that was as hideous, starting just below his eye and curving in a crescent shape to the corner of his mouth.

His hand reached out and touched her hair, pulling the crown of leaves from her head. He tossed it behind them as they came closer to her.

Danielle couldn't breath or think. The men crowded against her, touching her hair, pulling at her tunic roughly, ripping the fabric. She could smell their foul, unwashed bodies, feel their rough hands against her smooth skin. Lips pushed against hers, as one man crushed her against the tree, his tongue thrusting against her mouth like a slimy pulsating worm. He pinched her nipple through her tunic, causing her to scream, and his tongue thrust inside. It searched her mouth with foul intent, making her gag in reaction. She tried to bite down upon it, but he sensed her action and pulled back, his hand coming up to strike against her head hard, knocking her to the cold ground.

He felt upon her, ignoring her screeching and biting, her clawing at him as his hands pulled and ripped at her clothing. His lips suckled at her neck, drawing blood to the surface. He pulled back, admiring the red mark he had made in the moonlight. His hand swept down the front of her tunic and he yanked at the neckline ripping it almost in half. The fine cloth of her shift shone white, the material very old and often washed, threadbare over her heaving breasts.

He bent over her, his lips finding her nipple under the shift, his tongue wetting the material. He heard her scream and laughed around the fine morsel in his mouth, clamping his hand across her lush lips so hard her teeth cut into her mouth. She choked on the blood as he bit down on her nipple, then took the fabric in his teeth and pulled, tearing the delicate material as if it were lace.

His hand came up and cupped her heaving breast, squeezing hard. She screamed at the pain, her cry muffled by his thick fingers across her mouth. Her eyes searched the clearing, seeing the two men standing over them, waiting their turns to molest her soft flesh. One man had opened his breeches, exposing himself. His hand moved over the turgid flesh of his cock and for the first time she saw what it looked like. Terror filled her, making her fight harder. She knew something of what mating was like, who could live in a village as tiny as hers and not. That thing that he was stroking as if it were a pampered pet would rip her in two. She had no doubt.

She kicked her legs hard, feeling her knee rise between the man's legs and strike him a brutal blow. His mouth opened, saliva hanging grossly from one side to drip upon her as a silent scream wretched from him. He fell off of her, curling into a protective ball, one hand cupping his brutalized anatomy. He laid there, his white face turning red as breathing was denied him by pain.

Danielle leaped to her feet, backing carefully away from the other two men. Her eyes darted, searching the clearing for a weapon of some kind, finally lighting upon a branch just a few steps to her right. She ducked left then darted right, her hands falling upon the branch as hard hands grabbed her waist, spinning her around.

She used that spin, letting the momentum push behind the blow she landed with the thick branch now grasped firmly in both hands. She struck her attacker squarely on the cheek, knocking him away from her. He stood for a moment, shaking his head as he cleared it, watching as his friend followed the ferocious beauty as she leapt around the clearing, searching for a way out. She swung the branch every time he got close, panic causing her to miss more than land her blows. She was tiring quickly, sobs shaking her shoulders causing her exposed breast to sway and move provocatively.
In having sex with him she felt a thrill of danger that she had never got with her previous lovers. Not that she was afraid he would hurt her, she was totally confident in her own ability to defend herself against any human being, but she didn't know in advance what he would do or say, he followed his own script.

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Keywords: Fairytales, Ch., 01,


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