Red Wolf
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Disclaimer: I have tried to make sure my historical information is correct and I’d like to think I haven’t offended any Native Americans peoples with the telling of this tale. I am 1/8th Cherokee and am proud of that heritage. I’m not trying to show any Native Americans in a bad light… that is not my intention.
Author’s Note: The English-Cheyenne word translations come from the Cheyenne Language Web Site, one that I’ve found extremely helpful for the telling of this tale.
Translations:
Nénáasêstse: Come here
He’kotoo’êstse: Be quiet
Hámêstoo’e: Sit down (plural, spoke to more than one person)
Méseestse: Eat
Tâhéovešêstse: Go to sleep (or Get some sleep)
Né’áahtovêste: Listen to me!
Mahpetana’ôtse: Falling Water
Néá’eše: Thank you
Taa’evâho’nehe: Night Wolf
Mo’kôhtavo’ha: Black Horse
Va’ôhtama, néséne: Welcome, my friend
Tósa’e nétao’sêtsêhe’ôhtséme: Where are you going?
Hotohke: Star
Hotohkenestoohe: Howling Star
Héehe’e: yes
Chapter Four
The next seven days followed the pattern of the first. They rose at dawn, ate a morning meal, broke camp, rode for a few hours before stopping briefly to eat the midday meal and to rest the horses, and then continued on until Night Wolf found a secluded place to camp for the night. He fed the girls, generally letting them wander the campsite or instructing them on how to help him scrape, cure and tan hides or dry strips of venison over the fire.
This night, he chose a sheltered glade nearby a babbling stream. He assisted the girls in brushing down their mounts before he hobbled them for the night and let them graze on sweetgrass that blanketed the ground.
Returning to camp, he noticed both Ione and Tessa were gathering wood for the fire. He smiled widely. He hadn’t told either to do so. Yet he remained alert, and considered the fact that their ready acceptance of their captivity may be a ruse to loll him into a false sense of trusting they would not run if given the chance.
‘Néá’eše!’ He said, thanking them, as he motioned to the girls to sit down. They dropped the wood and did as he had bid them. He quickly built the fire, using a piece of flint and his tomahawk blade to produce a spark. Then he dug into a pouch and pulled out some corn cakes, several strips of pemmican each, and a few strips of dried buffalo meat, handing the girls their share.
Tessa groaned at the offering. ‘Many more days of eating this and I think my ribs will be showing,’ she whined and rubbed her stomach. ‘I’m hungry for fresh meat!’
‘I know! I’d love to have rabbit stew and skillet made corn bread and mama’s cobbler. I miss it so much. I miss her so much.’ Tears formed in Ione’s eyes and she quickly brushed them away. ‘Why did this have to happen?’
‘I’d just like to know if Chloe’s still alive,’ Tessa commiserated, reaching over to hug her friend.
Night Wolf watched them intently, listening to their words. He sensed the melancholy that had fallen over Ione. He knew she missed her family, and pledged to do whatever he must to make her happy. He’d show her that he was her family now and he’d protect her until he walked to the Spirit Path and joined his ancestors.
He reached out to her, touching her chin softly, and lifted it to look at him. When she started to protest, he placed a finger over her lips and gazed deeply into her eyes. Then he spoke, his voice gentle. ‘You have me, and I will take care of you. I will bring you happiness if you’d only open your heart to it.’
She didn’t understand his guttural words, but sensed he was telling her to cheer up. She cracked a shy smile before looking away, nibbling on a piece of pemmican. He smiled and stroked his hands over her burnished hair.
Then he pulled away from her quickly, bounding to his feet. Grabbing his tomahawk, he scanned the area. The sound of horse’s hooves clip-clopping on the ground had caught his attention. Someone was nearby. He held his tomahawk in one hand and pulled his knife with the other, slipping into a defensive position while guarding the two girls.
‘Taa’evâho’nehe,’ a voice called out. ‘Taa’evâho’nehe, it is Mo’kôhtavo’ha. I ask to join your camp.’
Night Wolf relaxed and called back to Black Horse. Soon another tall, bronzed warrior wearing a heavily decorated buckskin shirt, breechcloth, and leggings with elbow length twin braids on each side of his head entered the clearing, leading a black and white painted horse.
‘Va’ôhtama, néséne.’ Night Wolf smiled, meeting his hand halfway and clasping the others forearm in greeting. ‘Join us!’
Night Wolf moved back to the fire and sat down before it. He removed his pipe from one of his packs and filled it with tobacco. Then he motioned for his friend to join him.
‘I see your hunt has been successful, a travois full of meat and furs, extra horses and two captives who dress like the Crow.’ Black Horse quipped as he removed his blanket and hide pouch off his horse, dropping them on the ground beside the fire before he led his horse nearby where his fellow Cheyenne warrior had hobbled his.
When he returned, Black Horse offered his friend a share of his food in exchange for a smoke off his pipe. ‘Tósa’e nétao’sêtsêhe’ôhtséme?’
‘Home. You are welcome to travel with me.’ Night Wolf replied as he accepted the pipe back for another draw off of it.
‘I’d like that. So tell me, friend, how did you capture the white woman who dress like the Crow?’ Black Horse asked, as he longingly eyed Tessa.
‘The flame haired one is my vision woman. She is my destiny. Three Crow held them captive. I killed them and took the women. The Crow had torn up their clothes so now they wear the extra clothing from the parfleches of the dead warriors,’ Night Wolf related. ‘They’ve had a rough time.’
Black Horse nodded thoughtfully. ‘I see. What are your plans for the other one?’
‘I thought to keep her in my lodge with her friend. I have no interest in her. I only want the flame haired one. I call her Mahpetana’ôtse, because of the waterfall I first saw her under. The one with hair like silver was with my vision woman when I found them. They seem to be close as sisters. They were traveling when the Crow attacked their wagons.’
‘I want her, my friend. I will give you five ponies for her,’ Black Horse offered sincerely as he turned his eyes back to Tessa.
‘Done.’ Night Wolf agreed, ‘But I ask you to be gentle with her. Two of the Crow had raped her before I found them.’
‘I will take care of her. I’ll be good to her.’ Black Horse replied. ‘I have never seen hair or eyes so lovely before.’
‘What about Aamêhe’e?’ Night Wolf inquired, ‘Your wife will not be kind to this white woman.’
‘Aamêhe’e has divorced me. She took her things and left my lodge. She waits to join with Shadow Walker.’ Black Horse told him, ‘She was young and made a mistake. There was no peace in my lodge with her. He was her true love. I hold no ill will toward her either.’
‘I’m sorry to hear that, my friend.’
Black Horse shrugged, ‘That was in the past and now I will once again fill my lodge with a woman. For she is more beautiful than Aamêhe’e.’ Black Horse flicked his eyes over Tessa and couldn’t believe he’d come across such a beauty. Luck had smiled upon him.
O.O
Tessa leaned toward Ione. ‘I wonder what they’re saying,’ she said, noticing the leer from Black Horse.
‘I don’t know, Tessa.’
‘That other warrior keeps staring at me. I’m not sure I like it either.’ Tessa shivered, running her hands up and down her arms.
‘He certainly is a handsome man, just like the one we’ve traveled with these past few days,’ Ione giggled, sneaking a look over at Night Wolf and Black Horse.
‘Yes, he’s fine-looking. They both are. Who knew that wild Indians could be so handsome?’ Tessa agreed, stifling a giggle. ‘I wo
nder what their names are. What tribe they’re from.’
‘I wish we could talk to them,’ Ione sighed as a pink blush covered her cheeks.
Tessa finished her meal and reached for the waterskin. She quenched her thirst and moved away to lie down on a blanket near the fire.
O.O
‘She is most lovely,’ Black Horse said as he glanced her way, drinking in the beauty of her young female body hidden within the buckskin clothing. He admired her silvery blonde hair, for he’d never seen such a color. He searched over her pretty face. Her sky blue eyes intrigued him along with her pale pink lips and voluptuousness he imagined through the buckskin shirt. The loincloth and leggings did little to hide her curvaceous hips and slender legs. She was the perfect bud of womanhood. He vowed she would be his before the night was through.
‘What will you name her?’ Night Wolf asked, watching his friend watch Tessa.
‘Hotohke,’ Black Horse declared proudly.
‘Star. It suits her well. Although the first few days I would have like to call her Hotohkenestoohe.’ Night Wolf laughed jovially before glancing back at Ione.
‘Héehe’e.’ Black Horse quipped, ‘Those must have been seven interesting suns.’
Night Wolf patted his friend on the back and stood up. He motioned for Ione to go to the blankets as he banked the fire. Ione blushed profusely, her heart racing as she caught the unmistakable look of desire in his coal black eyes. Would he touch her tonight? Would he do things to her? Ione’s mind raced as she tried to swallow the lump that formed in her throat. She stomach fluttered as she walked the few short feet to the blankets. The past six nights he’d only required her to sleep beside him. Would tonight be the same? The questions clouded her thoughts and she wished her mother were there to console her and comfort her fears.
Ione looked back at him and blushed to the roots of her fiery hair. She watched, her cheeks blushing, as he removed his vest, leggings and moccasins, leaving on the wolfskin breechcloth. He walked to the blankets and settled on his.
‘Tâhéovešêstse,’ he ordered, pulling a buffalo hide over both their bodies. Having heard the word before and knowing it meant for her to lie down and go to sleep. She followed the order quickly, snuggling into the blanket. She let out a yawn as she stretched out on her side and made herself as comfortable as possible on the hard ground.
Nearby her, she watched Black Horse approach Tessa’s blankets and place his near hers. Like Night Wolf he stripped down to his loincloth and settled in beside her. Night Wolf touched Ione’s face, drawing her attention to him as he softly stroked her hair. He whispered words she didn’t understand in a soft crooning voice. Pulling her close, he rubbed his cheeks against hers and felt her stiffen.
‘I won’t hurt you,’ he murmured in Cheyenne as he continued to stroke her fiery hair. His hands dropped lower and began to stroke her supple young form, touching her everywhere. He caressed her face, learning the contours of her features. He smoothed his hands over her shoulders and down her arms to her waist. Then he embraced her in his arms, holding her close to him, and whispered sweet words of love. The heat of his body soaked into her, making her very drowsy. Soon she drifted off to sleep.
O.O
Sleep didn’t come easy for Night Wolf. He knew what he wanted, but didn’t want to rush her. Much had happened to her since her family was killed. He pulled her closer, glancing over at Black Horse and Tessa. He watched them pick up their blankets and move to a more secluded spot. Night Wolf grinned. Black Horse would have her like he said he would. He chuckled before closing his own eyes. His time with Falling Water would come soon. He planned on taking his time with her. He would make her want it.
O.O
Ione awoke a few hours later with the sudden urge to empty her full aching problem. She wriggled out of Night Wolf’s arms and found a spot behind a few small bushes. As she righted her loincloth, she heard a moan and a giggle. Who else could be out here? Ione’s brow furrowed as she wondered if other settlers were nearby. Perhaps she could hide with them and be taken to the fort before she came too attached to the handsome warrior who’d stirred within her such tumultuous emotions that she didn’t want to feel, emotions she was quite sure she’d never felt before.
Putting those thoughts out of her head, she walked closer to the noises. Coming to the stream, she gasped as she caught sight of Tessa with Black Horse, clearly illuminated by the moonlight. Black Horse grunted loudly, working himself between Tessa’s widespread legs. The handsome warrior was making love to her friend. She knew she should walk away, but something held her frozen in place. How could Tessa be enjoying this when just a week earlier she screamed her lungs out while the Crow had raped her? It puzzled Ione and she shook her head as she decided that Tessa had to be willingly allowing this handsome man have her body so intimately whereas the Crow had forcibly taken what he wanted. Whatever the case may be, Tessa seemed to be enjoying it. Enjoying it so well that Ione heard her murmur words so erotic that Ione blushed red to the tips of her hair. Tessa’s words of utter passion dazed Ione. It was obvious her friend had experienced these emotions, even before the Crow forced her. Things began to click in her mind. The looks between Tessa and Thad, the kisses and the secret embraces… and the fact that Thad had planned to marry her. She remembered the night Samantha had spoke of seeing Thad follow Tessa beneath her family’s wagon. She couldn’t have been a maiden when the Crow raped her. Indignation burned Ione. She thought Tessa had been a maiden, but she was wrong. How could she put up such a fuss? Was it all an act? Was her friend one of those immoral loose women her mother had often chastised? The kind that Reverend Alton had said would burn in the fires of hell when judgment day came?
Her indignation turned to embarrassment when Tessa and her bronzed warrior changed positions. Tessa straddled the hips of her lover, rocking upon him. They moved together as one. He caressed her breasts and kissed her mouth, his hands constantly moving.
She sighed, shaking her head, and took one last look at her friend, who moaned loudly and threw her head back from the pleasure she was experiencing. To each her own, Ione surmised and headed back toward the camp. She wasn’t surprised to find Night Wolf standing a few feet away from her, watching her intently. He knew she’d been spying on the two lovers. Grasping her hand, he silently led her back to the blankets by the fire.
O.O
The next morning when the traveling foursome stopped for their midday meal, Ione sought out Tessa as she washed her face in a shallow brook.
‘Tessa,’ she spoke up and sat beside her.
‘Yes, Ione,’ Tessa’s brow furrowed in response. Why had Ione chosen to speak to her now after a morning full of silence and cold reproach? She knew she was about to find out.
Ione pondered her next words carefully. Though she knew it wasn’t any of her business, she needed to know why her close friend given herself to the handsome warrior. Ione thought for sure they’d try to make their way to a fort as soon as the right opportunity presented itself. Surely Tessa couldn’t be thinking of staying with these people? And though Ione had never been one to beat around the bush when she had something to say, but this was so far from anything she’d ever experienced. She hesitated for a second until she caught glimpse of Tessa’s inquisitive look. ‘I … uh… I saw you last night… ‘
‘Huh? Ione, of course you saw me last night. We ate dinner together and …’ Tessa interjected, not catching her friend’s meaning.
‘No, Tessa. I mean, I saw you with him… with that savage,’ Ione snapped, pointing at Black Horse.
‘Oh… OH! His name is Black Horse.’ Tessa replied, acting
as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
‘Black Horse?!?!?! How do you know his name?!?!’
Tessa grinned widely. ‘He told me, silly. He speaks a good bit of English. We talked for quite a long time.’
Ione’s brow ceased, her face turning red. ‘You did more than talk!’ She scolded her hotly.
Tessa sighed, wondering where to begin. ‘There are a few things you don’t know about me, Ione. Please don’t judge me unfairly by what I’m going to tell you. Truthfully, I was not a maiden when those Crow raped me,’ the blonde confessed.
‘You weren’t?’ Ione’s voice trembled and she bit her lower lip.
‘No, I wasn’t. I lost that when I was fourteen. A man my father hired to do some work around the farm was my first. From that moment on, I enjoyed it. I craved it. Soon I learned I could get what I wanted by using sex,’ Tessa explained and watched as Ione’s eyes widened incredulously. Then she continued, ‘Please don’t think of me as a whore because I’m not. I like sex. I’d only known three men before my family started on our trek westward. I admit to having secret trysts with Thad before and after he asked me to marry him. He knew I wasn’t a pure maiden and he accepted that. Thad loved me and I loved him. I was looking forward to being his wife. When that one Crow raped me, I screamed and fought him because he was too largely endowed. He tore me and I bled. It was very painful. Black Horse wants me. I may be his captive, but he will protect me with his life. He promised me that.’
‘Truth be told, I suspected you had relations with Thad. He was far too casual in his affections to be just courting you. Samantha saw you and Thad go beneath a wagon together and that was before the flooded river.’ Ione confessed to her friend. ‘You said he speaks English. What did he tell you? Who are they? And who is he?’
Tessa looked in the direction that Ione motioned and smiled widely. ‘Ah, the one that is sweet on you is called Night Wolf. Black Horse told me they are good friends. He also told me that Night Wolf is the second son of the tribal chief.’
‘What tribe?’
‘Cheyenne.’
‘And who attacked our wagons?’ The hunger for knowledge sent her mind into a ravenous tailspin of questions.
‘They were the Crow. The two tribes are bitter enemies. That’s why Night Wolf killed them.’
‘And where are we going?’ Ione chewed on her lip nervously. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what plans Night Wolf and Black Horse had for them.
‘To their village. Black Horse said we’d be there by tomorrow evening. He also said that he saw signs of a Crow war party. It could be the one that attacked us.’
‘By god, I hope not.’ Ione bemoaned, mulling the prospect over in her head.
‘They’ll protect us. Black Horse promised me. And Night Wolf wouldn’t allow any harm to come to you.’
‘Does he… Night Wolf… does he speak English?’ Ione ventured to ask, hoping Tessa’s would say he did.
‘Truthfully, I don’t know. Black Horse wouldn’t say. At that point, he grew weary of my questioning and wanted to… well, never mind that.’ Tessa giggled, leaving Ione to fill in the blanks for herself.
‘Will they ever let us go?’
Tessa shook her head, ‘No, I doubt it.’
A sign slipped from Ione’s lips. She buried her face in her hands and rubbed her face while she fought back to tears. ‘I need to find Samantha. I need to know if she’s alive or not. And I don’t remember seeing John amongst the dead. I think he may have survived. I am hopeful, but worried about my sister. The Crow who took her could have raped her and killed her for all I know. And aren’t you the least little bit concerned about Chloe?’
‘Of course I’m concerned about my sister. How could you think I wouldn’t be? I told Black Horse about both Chloe and Samantha being taken captive. If they were going to kill either, they would’ve done it during the attack. Most likely Samantha’s will become that warrior’s slave and Chloe, being a child, will most likely be a replacement for one that’s died. I miss her just as much as you miss Samantha.’
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All of the usual disclaimers apply. This story is entirely fictional. This story contains depictions of young boys engaging in sexual acts, if you are offended or do not enjoy this subject do not read. This story contains characters and places from A Game of Thrones from the series A Song of Ice and Fire written by George RR Martin. All places and characters contained therein are his work and belong to him. Please do not publish this story anywhere without asking me first by emailing me at...
I took a deep breath and once again flattened the nonexistent wrinkles of my little red hood costume. I know it’s an awful cliché to wear a little red hood costume when I’m trying to meet The Wolf, but, hey, a girl has to use all the weapons she has, right? And somehow it seemed appropriate. “Ready?” Laura asked me, giving me an encouraging smile. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” We were about to enter the local dungeon, where they were holding a special munch. People were asked to attend...
HardcoreAlso this is the begining of an actual book i am writing and if enough people like it i will write more. The day was bright and sunny just like any other day. A young noble named Kevin was on his usual morning walk, his long black hair flowing in the wind. He was good looking and he knew it with his solid 6 ft of height n finely toned slinder body he often caught the eye of many of the females in court and on occasion a few of the males. As he turned the corner of the forest path he...
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Andersonville 9 - Never cry wolf by Kelly Davidson This story dedicated to Gwendolyn Ann Smith for her, "Remembering our dead". It's a place dedicated to our TG brothers and sisters who were murdered at the hands of others due to hate and intolerance. On the average, one (1) TG person is murdered each month. Would you take a moment to visit the site, bow your head, say a prayer for our fallen brothers and sisters, and remember what we are fighting for - the right to be treated as any...
I grunted and caught myself as he pushed me down. The soil felt cold beneath my palms as I tried to push up. I felt his weight press against my back and smiled slightly. His scent mixed with the fresh earth was intoxication at its best. “Stay down love,” he murmured into my ear. I nodded and felt his hands creep up my shirt. My mouth fell open, letting a soft moan trail. His callous grated softly against my skin and I arched my back instinctively, moving his hands back down. “Little witch,” he...
SupernaturalI am GennyThe first winter that Melly and I lived together was a real getting toknow you period. We were setting boundaries and then seeing how far wecould go until new boundaries had to be set. I think I was morecomfortable with my submissive side than Melly was with being a domn. But her evil mind was catching up fast. Once I decide that I love someone there is almost nothing I wouldn't dofor that person. I can't think of a sexual demand she could put on me thatI would not gladly try. It is...
LesbianThe Story of Rudina the Hunter Wolf A magical tale set in the Etz Chaim universe A message from the author. Words of warning: Because I'm a nerd: I like to world build I write for my own amusement: I will not apologize for not being PC to Tumblr definitions of what I am, or how I should act: I am a 45+ Transgender Woman: I am way past caring about other people's opinions of me. I am a USMC Veteran: I love firearms, I understand discipline (Not the BDSM stuff) and...
The doorbell rang at 2am. It was a total WTF moment for a lot of reasons. First off, nothing good ever happens at 2am in the morning – nothing that calls you or rings the doorbell, at least. Those are always conversations that started with "I'm sorry to tell you, but..." which I did not want to hear at all. My parents were out of town for the weekend and my kid sister was staying overnight with her BFF. Everyone was due back home by breakfast tomorrow morning. The one time I actually had...
Eshenesra’s long ears twitched as she grew close to the village, she could hear the sounds of merriment coming from the center of town. The faint sound of raucous laughter and a bawdy tune. As she drew closer to the sounds, she began to discern more of the song being played and felt a blush rise to her cheeks, humans certainly did have interesting imaginations, this particular song being a tale of a foolish warlock apprentice who summoned a succubus without taking the proper care to guard...
She was still in the hospital, recovering from her injuries. It had been three days before she could tell the story to the hospital psychologist. The police had questioned her and that is what led Pamela to the appointment with the psychologist, Doctor Mannix. She felt funny lying on the couch, just like in the movies, with the doctor sitting in a chair near her, typing away in his tablet as she told the story. Pamela worked late that fateful night, having to finish up the inventory before...
My name is Hannah. I'm 16. I live with my father. My mother died when I was little. I have had intercourse a few times. I'm nervous about getting pregnant, getting diseases, getting a bad rep at school. So I get pretty horny sometimes. When I was little, we had dogs, and sometimes I let them lick my little pussy. It wasn't exactly a sexual feeling. It was exciting. It made me giggly. We hadn't had a dog for quite a while. A few months ago, we got a lab - Rex. One night, I...
You are the white wolf Sifr of Stonetalon. Six feet long (not measuring your tail) and two and a half feet tall, no other predators dare challenge a beast such as you. Legend amongst the few native denizens still remaining in the area. Stories tell of your uncanny intelligence and voracious appetite, a reputation you’ve carefully nurtured over the course of decades. You are the last of your kind, the rest of the semi-divine wolves, your kin, have been hunted to extinction by Tauren and...
FantasyThe following was intiially an RP between Ueteru (one of my characters) and Amelia Crownguard. The threads I add to this story (unless where noted) will be from the original writing of the RP and will be the main pathway for it. But of course, however, others are more than welcome to add alternative pathways / choices to it, too! (Just follow the criteria; ,That is, being anything as long as it doesn't involve ageplay (for the characters' sake, please)) Also, for the original pathway, posts of...
FantasyAuthor’s note: all characters portrayed inthis story are eighteen or older. Feedback is welcomed, desired and appreciated. Just don’t hurt my feelings! The classroom was a mess, people separated in loud companies, guys throwing paper airplanes, gals talking loudly about their nails or hair and others sitting quietly, waiting patiently by the seats they had chosen for the rest of the school year. It was raining heavily outside, so what little time the class had before the lessons started, they...
AnalOnce A Wolf ©2004 by Cherysse St. Claire "But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same; And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail, The female of the species must be deadlier than the male." - Rudyard Kipling Mikey Blair had to pee. He had been putting it off for the past twenty minutes, not wanting to get out of his snug, warm bunk. It was cold out there in comparison. He...
she was about 21 years old, cute and naive. She had pale porcelain skin, with fiery red hair that ran to her lower back in a shock of waves, large d cups, small waist, and full hips. I was studying her while sipping my cosmo. I wondered why she was at a club in this part of town, she seemed to be out of her element. I noticed how the "wolves" were circling her. One guy caught her hand as she was trying to gather herself and whispered something in her ear, she giggle and hobbled behind him...
Summer’s dying embers had given their last and been replaced by a September mist that painted the landscape with a layer of frost. Maybe a return to school, to normality, would be my salvation. These were the thoughts that came, formed and then vanished like the blue wisps of breath escaping my lips in the chill autumn air, as I saw the lights of the school bus approaching. Guilt, however, is a cruel companion and, even as I boarded my ride to school, I could not hold back the visions of what...
First TimeThe heavy snowfall was a double-edged sword. The snowfall masked the sounds of their footsteps as they neared the cave but it also covered up any tracks that might have given them a clue about how many were inside, how much opposition they faced. It was exceedingly rare for the enemy they were after to have confederates, but not totally unheard of. An unexpected problem was the patchy cloud cover, especially considering how hard it was snowing. The full moon was peeking through and the glare...
Night of the WerewolfThis I my first attempt at Fantasy Porn… I hope my consistent readers will enjoy it. The Moon will be Full on Oct. 13, 2019, so perfect for my Halloween Story. If you think I should try more fantasy writing let me know with a Comment. Also, a Warning… this story will consist of B(e)stiality and Inc(e)st.Night of the WerewolfStalking the girl….Long ago, in a faraway land, there was the small fortress town of Sunder, on the edge on Wat’s Wood, and within the vast woods, lived...
The forest was dark and creepy too. The sun was nearly gone, staining the milky blue sky with swaths of pumpkin orange. Kyra felt pinecones crunch under her feet, the last rays of the sun stung her eyes. Was this the right way she asked herself? Alexis had clearly gave directions to the secret sleepover in a text: take 1st walking trail S of gas stat and follow path until you cum to lake & take trail up the hill to Sexy Secret Sleepover the cottage. Kyra stood still in the middle...
Jess-Belle opened the door, something she'd never dared do on a night like this. It was easier than she expected, but a knot of fear still drew tight in her stomach.The little clock on the mantle chimed midnight. Moonlight filtered through the stirring pines. It a nice night, but no one in their right mind would be out. No one but Jess-Belle, and even she hesitated before stepping over the threshold. The door shut behind her very quietly.A dirt path led from the little cottage to the main trail...
SupernaturalI ended up in the care of my grandmother, a women pushing 90, she did her best to raise me and I didn't ask much, so when it came to clothes, I got simple, bulky and somewhat dumpy plain dresses. The bulky dresses did afford me one advantage, hiding my body. I was never proud of how I progress physically faster than girls my age, I was 13 and already a size 32E breasts, having to wear an ugly off-white bra, but again, it's all my grandmother could afford. At age 10 my breasts budded, by...
I looked out the window of the little coffee shop and thought, man, days just don’t get any better than this. It was mid September, the sun was out and the leaves were just starting to turn. Today was a gift from God, to bikers. I admired my bike parked just outside the shop window, red, white and black, it was a hot looking bike, and man, it was fast as hell. I was gonna meet up with some of my buddies and we were taking a tour. Seven or eight bikes, the open road and the sweet sound of high...
I am Genny The first winter that Melly and I lived together was a real getting to know you period. We were setting boundaries and then seeing how far we could go until new boundaries had to be set. I think I was more comfortable with my submissive side than Melly was with being a domn. But her evil mind was catching up fast. Once I decide that I love someone there is almost nothing I wouldn’t do for that person. I can’t think of a sexual demand she could put on me that I would not gladly...
Summer’s dying embers had given their last and been replaced by a September mist that painted the landscape with a layer of frost. Maybe a return to school, to normality, would be my salvation. These were the thoughts that came, formed and then vanished like the blue wisps of breath escaping my lips in the chill autumn air, as I saw the lights of the school bus approaching. Guilt, however, is a cruel companion and, even as I boarded my ride to school, I could not hold back the visions of what...
I grunted and caught myself as he pushed me down. The soil felt cold beneath my palms as I tried to push up. I felt his weight press against my back and smiled slightly. His scent mixed with the fresh earth was intoxication at its best. “Stay down love,” he murmured into my ear. I nodded and felt his hands creep up my shirt. My mouth fell open, letting a soft moan trail. His callous grated softly against my skin and I arched my back instinctively, moving his hands back down. “Little witch,”...
This story is purely based on a dream I had not too long ago about a friend of mine that I have transformed into a sexy story by request! (The original dream was rather un-sexy)… Again, names have been changed to protect all ‘innocent’ parties… It was a relatively warm summer evening and I was studying on my bed with the window open nearby and the breeze was billowing the curtains into my bedroom. My bedroom is rather large, I have a queen sized bed and my walls are a very pale green kind of...
Es war ein schöner heller Morgen im Frühling, als Rotkäppchen sich auf den weg zu ihrer Großmutter machte. Ihrer Großmutter ging es nicht gut, hatte ihre Mutter ihr erzählt und so machte sich Rotkäppchen auf, um ihrer Großmutter einen Korb mit Kuchen und Wein zu bringen, damit bald sie wieder zu Kräften käme. Rotkäppchen war gerade achtzehn geworden und ein junges unverdorbenes und unerfahrenes Ding. Sie war einen Meter siebzig groß und hatte goldblondes Haar, feste Brüste, etwa zwei Hand voll...
On a wooded path, i approached a shirtless man.From behind, I could see the leather of his trousers, stretched taught across his hips, as he crouched, bent at the knees among ferns, just off the edge of the path. And there was an inviting gap at the waistband, just above his behind.Cautious, but unrelentingly aroused, I approached him as quietly as my bare feet could carry me over the dirt path... avoiding stones and sticks, in quick almost dance-like steps.As I drew closer, he slowed in his...
On a wooded path, i approached a shirtless man.From behind, I could see the leather of his trousers, stretched taught across his hips, as he crouched, bent at the knees among ferns, just off the edge of the path. And there was an inviting gap at the waistband, just above his behind.Cautious, but unrelentingly aroused, I approached him as quietly as my bare feet could carry me over the dirt path... avoiding stones and sticks, in quick almost dance-like steps.As I drew closer, he slowed in his...
This story is purely based on a dream I had not too long ago about a friend of mine that I have transformed into a sexy story by request! (The original dream was rather un-sexy)... Again, names have been changed to protect all ‘innocent’ parties...It was a relatively warm summer evening and I was studying on my bed with the window open nearby and the breeze was billowing the curtains into my bedroom. My bedroom is rather large, I have a queen sized bed and my walls are a very pale green kind of...
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