Brick Ryder Hood
Story by TulipSquirrel on SoFurry
Beware the big bad wolf. It's a story as old as time itself. About foolish girls who come across hungry wolves, ones wearing red hoods. But perhaps not all the time does little red hood have to be little. Sometimes, she doesn't have to be a girl at all. Sometimes red riding hood is a grown man by the name of Brick, heading up the mountain to help his dear old grandma out. And sometimes the thing the wolf wants to eat is a bit... lower.
Hello everybody, and welcome to another story from TulipSquirrel! I swear, I need to find a new intro. Saying 'hello everyone' or 'hello everybody' is getting a bit old.
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I've never really been inspired to write a story based around a fairytale or the like. I can write stories with a fairytale-like structure, but never one based around, say, the Three Little Pigs. Ironically however, this is not the first commission where my client asked me to base it around a fairytale, but I'm getting a bit sidetracked.
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Brick Ryder Hood
Dear Brick,
It's been a while, hasn't it? It's not easy for this old girl to make it around as well as she used to be. Despite my tendency to stay at home these days, news of your antics have reached my ears. I'm happy to know that you are still healthy and spry, and even more happy to know you help the village as well as you do. I know this may feel strange coming from me, but could you please come up to my house in the mountains? I have needs that you can help me with, and I don't think I could ask anyone else for aid. I know how busy of a man you are to visit me on occasion, so I will make the help well worth your time. I await your response.
With love,
Gandma Martha
She was right. Getting a letter from her of all people was strange. Very strange.
If you look at a map, even a current one, this town wouldn't be on it. Galendale was it's name, and it was as simple as it was forgettable. When one speaks of a 'humble village community', you'd think of what first? Jokke? Sphange? Even those places you'd struggle to remember, so imagine how 'remarkable' Galendale must be!
That is if you remember Galendale for more than five seconds after leaving it.
For most small towns and villages, they make their lives not only on their sweet people, but also on their exports. Typically this boils down to things like livestock, crops; you know the deal. For Galendale, that export is wood. Lots and lots of woooooooood.
The town sat at the base of a mountain ridge, and was surrounded by trees so dense and thick you'd think it was an ocean of green. The only area where it was the town proper, with its number of brown-colored buildings that sat around. Those who come to Galendale may be surprised by how big the village is, since it has a population well over fifty.
But again, those people would immediately forget the town's name as soon as they left it.
Like all villages however, it has his own history, its own traditions, its own... secrets. And one such secret? Well... maybe calling it a 'secret' is a bit wrong. Can one really consider open secrets that... secretive? Probably not.
And with a name like 'The Village Cock', one secret isn't like other secrets. Hey, small though this town may be, the world's oldest profession is still going strong! Even if it is just one person doing most of the heavy lifting.
Among other things...
He stood in his home's fireplace, a man as tall as he was strong. Compared to many other hardworking men in Galendale, he somehow found a way to be the most striking. Why is that? Why was he so big? Why was his red hair so gallant? Why was he so handsome? Why was he so strong? His answer was simple.
He drinks a lot of milk!
And everyone laughs.
If you needed something done in the town of Galendale, then Brick Ryder was your man. While he may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, his physical strength meant that any problem could be solved with a good bit of time. And with a body as big and tall as his, he more than had the power necessary!
He wasn't half bad on the eyes either, something that had garnered him more than a few admirers over the years. For one, his red hair made him rather unique; there weren't many like him in Galendale. His features were chiseled like stone, his side burns and goatee made him look a bit older than he actually was, and his brown eyes were so... charming.
But then there's that 'open secret' thing from before. Brick does more than just carpentry, does more than just tend to fields, does more than just lumberjacking. Many a women in their little covens of snickers and remarks, may just tell you about his other job that he'd do if the price is right. And how those who hire him for his other business may find it difficult to find pleasure in other places.
Though in this case, it had been a while...
“Alright,” Brick muttered to himself as he tore the letter to shreds and tossed it into his fire, “Looks like I'mma go visit Grandma...”
With the letter reduced to nothing but ashes, he doused out the fire in his home, then made way for the door. Oh yes, but it was a bit chilly today... better put on one of his hood. The green one? No, that didn't go well with his overalls and flannel... the black one? Naw, last time, people mistook him for Death itself! Okaaay... ah! Yes, this one!
The red one!
He emerged from his house with his red hood billowing in the wind, his eyes cutting up to the somewhat chilly gray skies overhead. Hm... it would be quite the trip up to his grandmother's house; he'll need to travel along Hollowthorn Trail if he wanted to get there in a timely manner. If only this letter came early; he could already be on his way! But it looks like this was going to be an overnight stay at his grandmother's.
Oh well... time to get moving! But first... a quick trip to the local market!
Hey, Galendale may be small, but money is money is money!
“Hey, Brick.”
“How's it going, Bricky!”
“Howdy, Ryder!”
“Hey ya'll!”
Heading into Galendale's market, his towering stature was like a beacon to all of those around. Head's turned left and right, with many greeting him with smiles on their faces, and others... not so much. He was used to both really, and always responded with a grin and a wave, no matter who it was that spoke to him.
Now then, he needed to head over to the bakery. Get a nice cake from Mrs. Willow. Did his grandmother like chocolate or strawberry? Oh, right, she was a banana kind of woman! So banana cake it is!
But every sweet treat needs a good drink. And he was sure his grandmother would be rather jittery considering how long she's been up there all alone. Sooooooo... hmm... what's a good drink to make someone unwind? Oh yes, wine! And from what he heard, Dexter was selling wine from Dudral. Brick didn't know much about the kingdom, but he knew Dudral produced some damn-fine wine! So, he headed over to Dexter!
“Heya, Ryder,” said the bespectacled store owner as he casually put up objects to sell, “What's going on here?”
“Just gettin' a few things,” he replied, “Lookin' to have quite the entertainin' night sooo...” he pointed at his storefront, “I heard you had wine from Dudral in here that you got it recently. Mind if I buy a bottle?”
“Oh yeah, sure, sure!” he replied whilst looking over his shoulder, “Just give me a sec; I keep it in the back!”
Ryder nodded as Dexter pulled away, a slight hum on his lips to pass the time... up until he felt a hand tug at the hem of his hood. Glancing over, his eyes fell a woman a good foot shorter than him, one with blonde hair in pigtails.
“Jane? Somethin' wrong?” he asked, to which she shook her head.
“I see ya buyin' cake and wine,” this woman – Jane – said whilst shooting him a glare, “Got somethin' planned? Are you visitin' some gal?”
“Well... heh... I am,” he replied with a smirk as he tugged on his hood.
“How much is she payin' ya? I promise to pay more if you come visit me tonight,” she said, hinting at... that side of his business.
Ryder pulled back and chuckled, trying to disarm the blonde. He knew how much of a firecracker Jane could be, and he really didn't want to illicit her ire this early in the day. Maybe tomorrow, maybe even the day after! But not today!
“Sorry, Jane!” he said, “I got a letter from my grandmother this mornin'. Said she needed some help up there at her cottage, so I don't think I'll be in town for the day. I was just buyin' this for her cuz I know how lonely she can be up there all by her lonesome.”
“Really...?” Jane repeated before giving a sigh of defeat, “Well... since you're helpin' your grandma, I guess it can't be helped. But next time, I ain't lettin' you escape. It's gettin' kinda borin' at my house.”
“Don't worry, I'll be around to give you company, geh!”
“That grandma of yours...” Dexter said as he finally returned with a bottle of wine in hand, “She's a bit of a stubborn woman, but if you told me she was your grandmother, I would never believe you. At least, not with these eyes of mine. Martha really doesn't look a day 30 for a woman to be in her 50s. Hmm... oh well... here's that wine ya wanted, Ryder.”
Grabbing it, Brick checked its surface. The bottle was nice and elegant, the liquid this deep reddish purple, and the sticker on it was gold. Those people in Dudral really could make some fine-looking wine; he just hoped it tasted half as good as it looked.
“Thanks for this, Dexter,” Brick said as he paid for the bottle. Quite the hefty price for something from Dudral, but it was more than worth it, “Alright, I hope no one waits for me in town, cuz ya'know how long it takes to get from my Grandma's to here. I'll probably be stayin' overnight, so if anyone asks me, could you tell 'em what's up?”
“I got it, Ryder, I got it,” replied the store owner, “Now get outta here before Martha comes down here and kicks all of our asses.”
Brick chuckled as he stuffed the bottle of wine within his wicker basket alongside the cake he had. With these two items collected, it was time for him to make the long trek up towards his grandmother's house. Dexter was right about one thing; if he mucked about for too long, Martha would be coming down to kick his ass, and he didn't want that. He may be a grown man now, but his grandmother had no problem punishing him still.
Waving farewell to anyone who passed him, Brick made way for Hollowthorn Trail. It was just to the north east of the town, and was a simple dirt path that cut through the woodlands and headed up north towards more mountain areas. Why his grandmother lived so far away and in such a secluded place, he'll never know. It probably had something to do with grandpa when he was still alive... but he didn't think too long on it.
Stepping foot on the path proper however, Brick swore he felt a stirring in the air. It made him look up, then around, as if searching for something that didn't exist. A ghost? A specter perhaps? Or maybe this was a premonition? Whatever it was he felt, the handyman soon dismissed it without a second thought.
It was time to get a move on.
…
She saw him the moment he entered the forest. How had she not seen him before? This man in a red hood, carrying a wicker basket. He was taller than any other man she had seen, stronger too; she could tell from eyesight alone.
From that alone she knew...
She had to have him.
Hollowthorn Trail was simple. When walking along it, all you'd have to do is follow along this predetermined dirt path. There were no twists, no turns, a few forks yes if you wanted to go up to Tatsu Town, or east to Dent Village, but for him, he had but one path, and that was forward. So any bends, just ignore them, any sways, past by them. Any peculiar sights? Heh, ignore them!
He was going straight, and that was that!
So get used to the image of forest, forest, and more forest. Brown trees, green grass and foliage, dirty path, and nothing else. One would think Brick was used to this since he travels along this path more often than not. Hell, even he thought he was used to it all!
But no. No, no, no. Whether he's a grown man or a young child, Hollowthorn Trail never changes, for better or for worse.
About the only curiosity that could momentarily break up the boredom of it all would be this little stream that runs congruent with the path for a few yards. Its sound echoes out into the forest around, and could help soothe one when all they've heard for the past hour and a half is random woodland sounds like animals and bugs.
For Brick, it brought a smile to his face and his body to a stop. Glancing over at the stream, he knelt down near it and dipped his hands inside, letting some of the cool water collect within. Then he brought that water up and splashed it in his face, cooling down his body after a good hour or so of endless walking.
“There's got to be a better way to get to Grandma's house than this,” he muttered casually to himself, “Maybe I should borrow one of Thompson's horses next time. Or maybe I should try convincin' Grandma to move into town proper; this is gettin' ridiculous!”
Relaxing for a few moments, Brick watched as the stream flowed by while the air began stirring around him. It was similar in feeling to what he had experienced before when he first entered into the forest. He may not be the most perceptive, but he was a man who was used to having eyes on him. And right now... right now...
Eyes were definitely on him...
Pulling back and standing up, Brick gazed at his surroundings in a quizzical manner. Was there someone else in this forest with him? He took a quick glance around, but he saw no other travelers, nor did he see any animals. It was just him, all alone out here near the creek. But it didn't feel like he was all alone. In fact, he felt like... he felt like...
He felt like...
The eyes of a beast are a powerful thing. To many a hunter, they can be outright horrifying. Large, primal, rabid animals have eyes that lack any sort of compassion, any sort of kindness. Instead they tear, they penetrate, they claw and cleave until their target – their prey – has been torn asunder.
That's the kind of eyes Brick felt at the moment.
Shhfflle... shffllee...!
The rustling of leaves; he knew that noise all too well. Something was definitely here. Something large... something deadly.
Standing tall and grabbing his basket, Brick began walking backwards, putting distance between himself and the creek. He only made it back a few feet before--
Pat...
“GAH!?”
He ran into someone? Someone was behind him!?
Alert, Brick swung around with his hand stretched out, striking... an arm.
A big arm.
A strong arm.
A furry arm.
Brick had a stature that knew no equal.
However...
This beast...
This woman...
Was his equal.
She stood before him, a looming tower of wild fur and boisterous grace. And, yes, she was indeed a she. How could he tell? Well, that chest of hers. Her breasts were large and buxom; far larger than what he's seen on any women in Galendale.
In fact, her entire body was just that; large. Large frame, large hips, large thighs, large everything. But it didn't disrupt the fact that she was clearly a woman. She had this figure to her, this form that was obviously feminine in design, especially with that midsection of hers.
But the fur! The fur! This dark gray fur; black in certain lights. It was wild and frenetic, looking as if it hadn't been groomed in a long time. It matched with her hair, which fell all the way to her knees, and was just as wild and gray as the rest of her.
Brick couldn't see all of her though. Beast though she may be, she still had clothes on. It was a black cloak, one that came down to her ankles, with its hood pulled down to her neck, meaning he could see her face.
Her face...
She had blue eyes, and a bewildered, curious expression. The bent eyebrows, the slightly agape mouth that showed her fangs; she looked just as confused by him as he was by her! This woman was...
No, she wasn't a woman; she was a beast! Just because she had the figure of a woman, and the well-endowed chest of one, that suddenly didn't make her anymore than what she was; an animal! A... wolf.
A wolf... meaning he was in danger...
Grave danger...
The Phantom Wolf. He had heard of it before; everyone had heard of it in Galendale. They say at night, if you're alone and its cold, she will appear. A beast that walks on feet like any man, one who was as large as trees, and stronger than a storm. They say she preys on cattle that have wondered too far from their farm... but what she prefers above all is the blood of wondering travelers.
“GAH!? AH!? IT'S YOU! THE WOLF!” Brick said as he pulled back defensively, “GET AWAY FROM ME YOU MONSTER!!!”
“Wh-what!? No! I'm not a monster!” replied the wolf causing him to jump.
Holy shit, this thing could talk!? Brick was so astonished, he forgot that he was walking backwards into the nearby creek! Just one mistake and--
“Ah!?”
SPLASH!!!
He fell in, tossing water above him and soaking into his clothes. Wincing a bit, the handyman stared up, where the so-called Phantom Wolf stood above him. He was pinned, her superior size casting a shadow on him that was impossible to escape from. He could try ducking left, but that wouldn't work. He could try juking right, but that wouldn't work either! So he was on his ass in the creek, with the wolfess standing tall above him.
“I ain't goin' down without a fight!” Brick growled as he stood up, only for...
The wolfess to pull away.
“I... I'm not here to kill you...” she said, though he remained on the defensive, “I saw you walking in the forest and--”
“Yeah fuckin' right!” Brick growled as he pulled his hand back, “I'm not takin' this shit from a beast! I'll just-- hah!”
Plap...
He threw a punch straight for the wolfess, one she didn't even bother dodging or even blocking. It just flew forward and slammed... right into her chest. The blow was a strong one, but the wolfess barely budged. Eyes growing wide, Brick looked at his knuckles as they laid buried within her chest, then slowly brought his gaze up to meet her face. She wore an expression that said...
Really?
“Uh-oh...” he muttered.
The wolfess launched forward, her hand grabbing Brick by the collar of his shirt and hood, where with great ease she picked him up off, turned him around, then pinned him to the ground.
“Ooof!?”
“You fucking dumbass!!!” the wolfess shouted, “I'm trying to talk to you!”
“Ack!? Hggnnn...! Oof! W-well...! I'm all ears now!” the handyman replied.
His heart was racing as he laid face to face with the towering wolfess above him. Her blue eyes were sharp, her teeth in a snarl, he even heard threatening growls leave the gaps of her lips. But after a few more moments, she gave a sigh of annoyance, and the hold she had on him grew slack. Freeing him, the wolfess pulled back, allowing Brick to pant for air as he looked up at her.
She released him? But why?
Confused, Brick scooted back a few inches whilst patting his chest down. He was okay, his clothes weren't even torn, despite being wet from the creak. And when he brought his gaze over towards the wolfess, he watched as she walked to his wicker basket and picked it up. For a moment he thought she was going to steal his things. Instead she checked them, made sure the contents weren't disturbed, then walked over and handed it Brick.
“Here,” she said, putting it into his hands.
“Wh... what...?” muttered Brick in a confused manner, “Y... you're not going to kill me?”
“NO!” she shouted, “Fuck, all you idiots keep thinking I'm a murderer or something! I can't even stand the taste of red meat! I cook the shit like any civilized person!”
“Uhhh...? What?” he grumbled as he slowly got to his feet, “You're giving me my basket back and... huh?” he cocked his head, “Who are you!?”
“Bridgett...” she snarled through gritted teeth, “Bridgett B. Waller...”
Bridgett B. Waller? This beast had a surname? Monsters don't have surnames! In fact, monsters don't have first names either; they're monsters!
Bridgett Waller? Bridgett Waller. Bridgett Waller... why did that name sound vaguely familiar? He's heard it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember wear. Was it in Galendale? Did he know a Bridgett Waller? Perhaps he had heard it in passing from another villager? Hmm...
He didn't know, but he knew it was familiar somehow.
“Now it's your turn... what's your name?” asked the wolfess – Bridgett – as she leered at him.
“Duh... uh... oh! Right... my name's Brick. Brick Ryder,” he replied.
“Ryder...?” the wolfess repeated as her ears sprung up and face grew surprised, “Ryder as in... Martha Ryder?”
“Yeah... uh... she's my grandma...” he stated, “I was just on my way up to meet her... wait...” then he cocked his head, “How do you know her?”
“I help Martha all the time; I'm friends with her,” Bridgett explained, “She lives all alone in that cottage of hers, and I live alone in the woods, so on occasion I lend her a helping hand when I can. Sometimes I deal with all manner of rodents that bother her home, but usually I just spend time and talk with her.”
“Huh...”
That statement... sounded odd. Bridgett hung out with his grandmother? If so... why was this the first time he'd ever heard of her? He may not visit Martha all the time, but he sees her often enough that 'Oh yeah, I hang out with a big wolf' would come up in conversation! Either his grandmother was older than she looks and was already going senile...
Or Bridgett was lying...
For a moment, Brick thought about calling her out on this claim... then he remembered that she was a large, humanoid wolf. Probably not the smartest decision to piss of something that has already shown the capability of killing him. Buuuuuuut... if she was lying, why hadn't she just killed him already?
Something odd was going on here, and Brick didn't understand what it was. Then Bridgett took a step forward. And another step forward. And another step forward.
Gazing into her face, reading her blue eyes, he saw an expression that he's seen on many a woman's face in Galendale. For a moment, he had to make sure he was actually reading said face, and that his fall in the creek hadn't jostled his head or something. But no, those eyes were indeed slant, her cheeks were indeed red, and she was indeed pushing out her chest a bit.
She was... coming on to him?
Seriously, he hadn't hit his head, had he?
“Soooooooo...” said Bridgett, her tone becoming sultry as she swayed her hips towards him, “Do you mind giving me a bit of company? It has been so long since I've spent time with a man...”
Um... was this her attempt at flirting? Cuz it wasn't working. In fact, it was straight awful. Bridgett was trying to sound sensual, but it came off flat. Her words were trying to be arousing, but they were instead stilted. Instead of getting Brick in the mood – something he wasn't ready for considering his travels – it did the opposite; he wanted to escape even quicker now than he did before!
But she is a big wolf. A very big wolf. He needed to choose his words wisely, less he suffer some poor fate. Hmm...
“Well, I'd love to spend some time with a woman like you,” Brick said with a sheepish grin, “But if you're really a friend of my grandma's, then you would know that she absolutely hates it when someone mucks around with her time. So I think it would be wiser if I...” he stepped back, “Skipped on by... i-if ya don't mind, that is!”
Bridgett gave a snarl, causing Brick to lock up. For a moment, he feared she'd grab him or force him back. Instead, the wolfess gave a scoff and rolled her eyes.
“That old woman is a bit strict...” he heard Bridgett mutter, something that made him stretch up, “Ugh! Fine... whatever... but...” she prodded her fingers together, “Do you have a wife? Or a girlfriend...?”
“Gglglghklh!? M-me? A wife or a girlfriend?” Brick shook his head, “Oh no, no, no, I ain't lookin' to get tied down quite yet!”
His flustered words struck a chord with Bridgett, who eyed him in a quizzical manner. Her head cocked left, then right, left again, and she casually licked her lips. That's... not a good sign when coming from such a large predator! Brick even tensed up, but...
“Follow me...” Bridgett suddenly said as she turned away, taking him aback.
“Um... come again?”
“I said follow me!” she snapped louder, sending a jolt through him.
Still on the alert, Brick wondered if it was best for him to just make a beeline down the path he was already walking down. Hey, he may get yelled at by Martha later on, but he preferred that to following a woman he didn't know! One who may or may not be the Phantom Wolf of the forest!
But Bridgett herself didn't lead him deeper into the forest, instead returning to the path he was just traveling on. It left Brick feeling more comfortable, though he was still weary of the wolfess.
“Who... who are you...?” Brick inquired whilst clutching his basket close.
“Like I said before, my name is Bridgett Waller,” the wolf answered as she continued leading him on.
“Bridgett Waller...? Why does... hah... never mind...” he shook his head, “Aren't you the Phantom Wolf of the forest?”
“I'm not a phantom!” she snapped back with an audible growl, “That's what you all call me, but that's not what I am! You all treat me like I'm some sort of monster, you inconsiderate dicks!” with a sigh, her arms slumped over, “Look, I didn't always look like this. I was born and raised in a village to the north of here. The village had an old witch who I used to play tricks on. One day, well, she played a trick on me back and... haah... I've looked like this ever since.”
Bridgett's tone was noticeably mournful and sounded genuine. So the wolfess was once some girl who got hexed by a witch for tricks she used to play? Sounded pretty extreme...
“Anyway, you're taking a long way to get to Martha's house,” Bridgett muttered as she suddenly came to a stop at a fork in the road, “Hollowthorn Trail circles around to get to her cottage. If you split off here where the cherry trees grow and just cut straight, you'll be at her house in no time.”
“Huh? Wh... what? Really...?” muttered Brick, “Is that true?”
“Yeah, that's the path I take all the time,” she replied whilst facing him, “I promise, you'll be at Martha's cottage before you know it.”
Again Brick scanned Bridgett's face and words, and again he came to the conclusion that she was telling the truth. Hollowthorn Trail did circle on a bit even he knew that, however it was the most well-known path up the mountainside. But to go through the cherry groves? That sounded a bit too unusual for him. While he may not know the forest as well as some people did, he did know that the cherry groves were meant more for scenic passing than it was for quick and efficient traveling.
However, it all came down to one thing...
Bridgett's size.
The wolfess was as large as he was, and had already proven herself a fair bit stronger too. While he may not 100% trust her words, he knew better than to directly confront her! At least with her still being here!
“Are you sure this path will take me to my grandma's?” Brick asked with an eyebrow raised, garnering a sharp glare from the wolfess.
“Yes, I'm sure!” Bridgett snapped, “Now get moving before I drink your wine!”
That certainly put a spring in his step! Hey, he knew how his grandma could be, and the last thing he wanted was to piss her off! So Brick took a step back. And another step back. And another step back. All the while, Bridgett continued leering at him. If anything, her glare was getting stronger! After a few more steps back...
Brick entered the cherry grove proper, turned around, and began jogging down the pathway made there. He just wanted to get away from that big wolf as fast as he possibly could! Every now and then he'd glance over his shoulders towards the wolfess, seeing that she was still at the fork in the road, watching him. Was that good or bad? Probably bad! Certainly bad!
So he got faster.
And faster.
And faster!
And finally he vanished from view.
Bridgett lingered at the fork in the road, glaring at his fleeting image. Remaining hard and stoic for a few moments, it took her a bit to finally let loose and relax. In her head, she wondered if she had come on too strong.
She also wondered if he'd be mad at her...
Because Brick was totally right.
This path was the long path to Martha's house! Now Bridgett didn't completely lie; she did take the path through the cherry groves up to the old woman's cottage all the time! The big difference being she's a wolf who can easily run on all four limbs to clear the distance faster, one who tends to stay away from the main road for obvious reasons!
But there was more to her deception that meets the eye. With him going down this path, it allowed Bridgett to take Hollowthorn Trail up to Martha's cottage. And with her speed, she'd arrive there far, far sooner than he could!
So Bridgett stepped back... and back... and back...
The forest swallowed her.
…
Thok...!
Thok...!
Thok...!
Thok...!
An axe. Old. Warn. Yet still sharp. Still capable. In the right hands, still deadly.
Again and again and again, this axe fell into planks of wood, separating them into two piles. Her husband – when he was still alive – could do in a day what it would take other men weeks to accomplish. He had a relentless drive to him, a relentless power. Woodcutting is not so easy, though many would try to convince you otherwise. It takes not only skill and precision, but also dedication and – above all – patience.
She had the skill... had the precision... she even had the dedication. The patience though? Eh...
Not so much...
Thok! Splick!
“Gaah! Shit! Fuck! Aah!”
If you saw her from afar, you wouldn't think she was as old as she was. Perhaps you'd have the niggling suspicion that things weren't as they seem, but age wouldn't be it. You'd probably assume her to be in her late thirties, her maybe even her mid-forties at the most. But for her to be in her fifties? Maybe not so much.
Her name was Martha Ryder... and everyone was scared of her!
She lived far from Galendale, despite being a resident of the village. Whenever she needed something, the village marketplace was where she could be found. Otherwise? She stayed here at her cottage, far away and alone, ever since the death of her husband its been that way.
To most, she was like a ghost, a specter. A woman with tan skin from the relentless sun on the mountainside, but with hair a silver-white. Perhaps it was her secluded nature that blessed her with such a youthful physique. Spry for her age, with a slender figure and frame, short curly hair, and sharp amber eyes.
Adding to her ghostly visage, she could be seen in a white shirt and white pants, an axe in hand and glasses on her face. Before her was a tree stump with a variety of wooden planks at the side. Despite her age, she never slacked in her duties, and was always preparing wood for fire. So at the same time every day without fail, she stood outside her humble cottage, raising her axe higher and higher and higher until--
Thok...!
Thok...!
Thok...!
Thok...!
“Hmmfph!”
Could use a cup of water though.
Hand on her forehead, Martha stared up to the skies above, feeling sweat drip on her brow. It was already getting a bit late in the day, but her grandson had yet to appear. He'd gotten her letter, right? It's not like the messengers of Galendale were overworked enough to forget their deliveries! And she highly doubted he just decided to ignore his dear old grandma!
If he did, she was going to fucking castrate him.
The more likely answer was that he'd probably gotten sidetracked on the way to her cottage. Perhaps by some frilly little thing that needed some 'help'. Guh, girls these days; they were all such sluts! Always airing out their bedtime grievances with their boyfriends or husbands. Back in her day, no one kissed in told! It seemed as if the women these days didn't share such problems.
Once again, sluts, all of them!
But their conversations, their torrid gossip, their dirty talks... it all stuck with Martha. She tried ignoring it after a while, tried overlooking it, but curiosity got the better of her. They all kept talking about this so-called 'Village Cock', someone with a dick so big, it could distend bellies. She scoffed at it, thinking that it was just the extreme gossip of stupid young women. If they really wanted a dick that could disrupt stomachs, they should have seen her husband back in his prime!
Of course, all these rumors and gossip led Martha to inquire the name of this 'Village Cock'. Most of the time however, she was met with giggles and gasps from others. They refused to share, and even when she threatened them, the name went by unknown. That is until she came upon Miss Cindy; a woman who didn't know her all too well. Cindy told Martha the name of the Village Cock, even how to meet him.
To say Martha was surprised would be an understatement.
Brick Ryder – her grandson – was the Village Cock? He had a dick so big it made the women swoon? She didn't believe it at first, even seemed outright against it! But loneliness is such a ruthless thing. And it had been decades since she last shared her bed with someone. Just once would be nice, that's all! And if it is her grandson, well...
He is adopted, so it's not too bad, right?
The first time those thoughts came into his mind, she mentally scolded herself. Like, what the hell is fucking wrong with her; is she that horny that she was even considering this? Adopted or not, Brick's still her grandson! He calls her grandma and everything! And if she slept with him, wouldn't she just be proving all those cityfolk right? That they were nothing but a bunch of inbred country hicks?
Hgghghghghghghghgh...
But, look, Martha's lived in Galendale for a long time. It's too late: the place was already filled with inbred country hicks.
Did that mean she wanted to be among them? She used to chide those who indulged in such... ahem... affairs, but now she was the one who was actually thinking about doing it! Honestly, that made her worse than those who just fuck their family members! At least their not hypocrites!
Ugh...
For a good few weeks she agonized over her choice, wondering if she should just swallow it down. There were other male prostitutes she could fuck... but they were mostly in the next village over of Helnik, and yeah, she wasn't going to make a trek just to have okay sex. She didn't even want to have good sex. She wanted to have great sex, amazing sex!
Okay, maybe she was the horny slut...
But never distrust the pleasures of the flesh. It can be a horrible, horrible thing for those who weren't mentally strong enough to withstand it. And Martha – for all of her abrasive mannerisms and stubborn attitude – just could not deny her own pleasure. So after working up enough courage, she wrote a letter and sent it to Brick. Apparently, that was the prime way of asking for his 'services'.
To think Brick was doing this without her knowledge. Had she somehow failed in raising him?
Shshshshsh...
Her thoughts were quickly cut short when she heard the sound of bushes shuffling. She looked left and right, before grasping the handle of her axe tightly. Standing up tall, Martha readied her tool in a defensive manner... only to stop, sigh, and let her shoulder's slump.
“Dammit, Bridgett. How many times do I gotta tell ya to stop tryin' to sneak up on me!” she looked over her shoulder, “One of these days, I'm gonna lop your fuckin' head off!”
Martha's eyes glanced towards the distance, falling upon a large wolf who revealed herself. Wild fur, wild hair, amber eyes, and a black cloak; it was Bridgett, and she was panting slightly. Alerted, the elderly woman leered at her friend, watching as she came closer and closer. It was so unsettling, that she once again readied her axe in a defensive manner.
“Bridgett...” muttered Martha as the wolfess drew closer, “Is somethin' wrong?” Grab! “Aah!?”
“Please! Let me fuck your grandson!”
The air grew silent following Bridgett's bark. Astonished, Martha looked up at the wolfess with her eyes wide and mouth agape, struggling to mentally decipher what she just heard. For a few moments, the old woman even wondered if she somehow clonked her head when she was chopping wood!
“C-come again...?” Martha muttered, before brushing Bridgett's hands off of her shoulders, “And let go of me you big dog!”
“S-sorry...” Bridgett apologized as she pulled her hands back, only to tense up yet again, “But I have a reason! L-look... I was in the forest, and I saw this man in a red hood going up Hollowthorn Trail! And I was like... fuck... I just have to have him! But when I tried to sneak him back to my camp, he said no! He told me that he was your grandson, and that he was coming up here to visit you!”
“So he is comin' up this way...?” muttered Martha as a grin appeared on her lips, “Good, I was startin' to think he was skippin' out on his grandma! But... wait...” she leered at Bridgett, “He should have been here by now...”
The comment caused the wolfess to blush in embarrassment, something that did not go unnoticed by Martha. Raising an eyebrow, she took a step towards the wolfess and reached up to grab her by her shoulders.
“Bridgett... what the hell did you do?”
The wolfess pulled back, her fingers prodding one another as a sheepish grin took her face.
“I might have... sent him down the cherry grove path...” she muttered, causing Martha to fume.
“You what!? That little idiot's gonna take too damn long to get here if he goes along that path! What the hell is wrong with you!?”
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” Bridgett apologized, “It was just a spur of the moment type of thing! I was trying to seduce him back to my camp, but he was really dead-set on coming here! So I figured if I could get here first, I could maybe ask you to let me have my way with him? At lest for a little while?”
“Absolutely fuckin' not!” replied Martha, “You horny bitch, if you wana sleep with Brick, then you write him a fuckin' letter like the rest of us do!”
“Gggggrrrgh! You know I can't do that! These damn claws don't do well with writing!” Bridgett replied, “So I ask again, pleeeaaaseeeeee let me fuck Brick!”
“I said no! Wait your fuckin' turn, you bitch!”
“This shit doesn't even make any sense! You're his grandmother and your old as hell! Why don't you just go to fucking sleep!”
“You big bitch; what did you fuckin' say to me?”
Bridgett leaned in, her eyes squinting.
“You're his grandmother and your old as hell. Go. To fucking. Sleep.”
Now, Martha's old; everyone knows that. While she's not the oldest resident of Galendale – that would be Mrs. Hornborrow who's 87 – being in your 50s means you're not a spring chicken anymore. That being said, everyone knew not to get on Martha's bad side. She was a crone this old woman, and it was just best to let her be and not gain her ire.
Clearly, Bridgett didn't care. And honestly, why should she care? It doesn't matter how bad Martha is, she's not a big bad wolf, is she?
Yeah... didn't think so...
Grab!
“Wh-what are you doin' to me!?” Martha shouted as the wolfess picked her up by her shoulders, “Release me this instant, Bridgett! Right-- mmmff!?”
“Boy... you really can shout, ya know that, Martha?”
Hand on the old woman's mouth, Bridgett kept her muffled, though not silenced. Angered, Martha kept thrashing about within the wolfess' grasp, but could do nothing as they quickly rushed into her home.
Martha's cottage was a small place with little to no extra rooms. The kitchen and living room were practically the same room, separated only by a few counters and banisters, there was no bathroom instead being an outhouse some yards away, and the only room that was different from the rest, would be the bedroom.
Which was where Bridgett was going!
Kicking open the door, the big wolf drew her gazes form one end of the bedroom to the other, taking note of how simple it was. This truly was a place an old woman lived in! Huh... ah! There it was; a chair!
“Gghgh!? What are you doing with me!?” Martha shouted as she was forced into a chair, watching as Bridgett grabbed rope of all things.
“I'm really, really, really sorry about this, Martha,” the wolfess apologized whilst wrapping the rope around the woman, binding her to the chair, “We're still friends, right? I promise, I won't be long! I just really, really, really want this!”
Her tone was desperate, her face equally so, all as Martha glared at the wolfess in an annoyed manner. But in her head, she began to think about Bridgett, and even pity her. The wolfess' forced transformation made her out to be a monster to all those around, and her only friend was Martha. If the old woman was going a bit stir crazy with no one around to pleasure her, then Bridgett must really feel bad!
Besides, if the rumors about Brick's skills were true, then even the wolfess would be taken aback. Heh heh heh!
“No, no, it's fine,” Martha said, suddenly switching her tune... thought Bridgett didn't seem to notice, “A big girl like you needs a release every now and then; I know the feeling! Heh heh! Just uh... try to make it quick. These ropes are already startin' to chafe.”
“I swear, I will be,” Bridgett said as she began pushing Martha into her closet.
The door closed shut soon after, basking the old woman in shadows. Her once smiling expression shifted almost instantly, becoming flat and annoyed. Big, brutish bitch; once she got out of these ropes, she was going to show her what for!
The closet allowed glimpses through it however. Martha could see everything on the other side. Hmmm... maybe she'll stick around for a few more moments.
As for Bridgett, she now had all this space to herself and Martha stowed away. It wouldn't be much longer before Brick showed up, giving her some time to actually think out this haphazard plan. She had no idea what she was doing; she rushed up here out of shear instinct! Now that she was here however... damn...
How's she gonna trick Brick into fucking her? Hmmmm...
A few thoughts came to mind!
…
That lying fucking bitch! Going through the cherry grove wasn't quicker! It was longer! He knew it would be the case and figured she was lying all along, but daaaaaammmn! The shear length of time it took to get here surprised even him! What would already be three hour walk, was somehow extended to four hours! That's an extra hour of time, dammit! An extra hour of damn-near nothing! Never! Never ever ever was he going to complain about Hollowthorn Trail eeeeeveeeeeerrrr again!
Well... at least the path smelled nice.
Emerging from a clearing of the woods was Brick, a bit more tired than usual. When his eyes fell on the cottage, he was instantly filled with a sense of joy. Even if his grandma yelled at him for being late, at least he'd be allowed to sit on her couch for a few moments and just relax. The handyman was even wise enough to pluck some flowers along the way, making them into a bouquet of sorts that would hopefully disarm her even more.
Hopefully...
But now came the actual moment where he sucked up his fears, walked to the door, and knocked on it. So that's what he did; he sucked in air through his nose, walked up to her front door, pulled back his fist, and--
Knock! Knock! Knock!
“Uh... Grandma,” Brick called, “It's me, Brick! Sorry for bein' late, but I'm here now!”
And all he got...
Was a fat load of nothing.
He didn't hear her yell at him through the door, didn't hear her say a word, didn't even hear her footsteps. He just heard silence.
That was worrisome...
“Um... Grandma...?” Brick called as he again knocked on her door, “Ya there?”
“Ahem... uh... y-yeeesss! I'm here...!?”
That...
Was not Martha's voice.
Honestly, Brick had no idea what voice that was. It sounded like a dying cat having its nails being scraped again the world's highest pitched violin! It was almost painful even listening to it, and caused the handyman to pull away like he'd been stabbed in the ears.
It didn't take long for him to recover and pull back, now understandably alarmed by the noise he heard. If that wasn't his grandma, then who was it? Fortunately, Brick had a spare key to her cottage, so after fishing it out of his pants, he unlocked the door and stepped inside.
“Grandma,” he called as he looked around the open room, “What was that I heard? If that was you... you don't sound too right.”
“Koff! Koff! I'm just a bit... a biieeatt... under the weather is all... hef-hef... koff!”
Yeah, that sounded like complete nonsense. Even if Martha was sick, her voice wouldn't sound that bad. And that 'hef-hef'? That is not how his grandma sounds when laughing. It was louder than that! And more boisterous too! That sounded like someone trying to do a poor imitation of what they think an old woman laughs like... and even then, that was being generous.
Naturally, this all had Brick on high alert. Something was going on in here, and he was going to figure it out!
As if the answer wasn't already obvious. The tone of voice – no matter how forced – could belong to only one woman, only one beast.
“It's that wolf, isn't it...?” Brick muttered to himself as he gave a deadpan expression, “Fuckin' bitch...”
Placing down his basket of things and removing his hood, the handyman gave a sigh while his eyes cut towards the bedroom door. He knew she led him astray with that whole 'shortcut' bullshit from before, but for what reason? And where was his grandma? If Bridgett did something with Martha, oooooh, then Galendale would never have to fear the Phantom Wolf ever again, because there won't be one after he's through with her!
For now he would play along with this far, just to see how long Bridgett was going to keep it going.
“Well Grandma, I got your letter,” he said in a knowing manner whilst rolling up his sleeves, “Are you really sure you wanna do it with me? I know we're not blood related 'n all, but ya still took me in when I was just a bab!”
“I err... rhgghmm...! I know that, honey!” said the cracking voice from the other end of the door, “B-but I've been up 'ere so long that... I-I'm just a bit lonely is all...”
Brick had to scoff at that.
'Honey'? When's the last time Martha called him 'honey'? When he was a child? Gah... makes his tongue curl just thinking about it. Bridgett was really fucking bad at this, wasn't she? Well, it was time to bring this farce to an end.
Placing his hand on the doorknob to the bedroom, Brick twisted it, pushed it open, and--
“I got y...? oh fuck...”
Now, Martha's not small, but she's not large either. His grandma's a rather skinny, lithe thing, with a figure like that of a slender dancer. Because of that and her age, her clothing tends to be just as straight and lean as her body is. So...
Imagine what it looks like on someone more... curvaceous...
Someone bigger...
Someone more... filling...
That's what Brick was seeing right now.
Resting on his grandmother's bed was someone who was clearly not his grandmother. Gray fur bristled at the modest blue blouse, causing what was usually so loose to now be incredibly form fitting. It cradled and nestled up close to the bust of the wolfess wearing it, where it was clear that this wasn't going to work. Sooner or later, that blouse was going to rip open, flinging its silver buttons in every which direction! And what's this? No bra!? How could Brick tell? Well, those two towers poking through the bodice of the blouse certainly said so!
The skirt of the garment usually came down to Martha's knees. On Bridgett's bigger form, it stopped just above her knees. Also thanks to her bigger form? It was tearing, creating a split that ran right up her thigh to her hip.
In fact, the entire attire was bursting at the seams! If she moved a little bit too hard one way, or the other, it would rip to shreds with very little effort!
And as if finalize this poor disguise, on Bridgett's face was a pair of Martha's glasses.
Honestly, calling any of this a disguise was hilariously stupid! Not even a blind man would be fooled by it! Bridgett herself was jittering on the mattress and grinning like a sheepish clown, trying and utterly failing to keep this ruse going! At any moment, she felt it would fall apart!
But Brick just stood there...
Mesmerized.
This big wolfess who once scared him in the forest now appeared slightly erotic. The cloak she wore before covered her from neck to ankles like she was the an angel of death. With Martha's clothes on now, Brick gained an eyeful of the wolfess' strong and voluptuous form. The curves of her hips, the narrow waist, and above all those large, busty tits. And to top it off, the blouse she wore had split at the top, giving him more than just an eyeful of her furry cleavage.
Bridgett opened her mouth to speak, but her amber eyes instead trailed down his body, falling upon the rather noticeably, if not absolutely massive lump he had in his pants. It was so big, the wolfess thought her mind had to be playing tricks on her. In fact, she convinced herself that was the case!
What she couldn't convince herself however, was this smell. This raw, powerful, unkempt smell. It was the odor of a randy male, and it was coming from Brick! All that time he spent running through the forest to get here, had caused sweat to accumulate on his body. And that sweat created this powerful stench that wafted off of his form.
Bridgett was salivating.
“Why Grandma... what a sexy outfit you have,” Brick said, taking Bridgett aback.
Was this working? Or was he toying with her? She better play along...
“All the better to entice you with, my dear!” the wolfess replied with a grin, furthering along her... rapidly disintegrating deception.
Brick took a step forward, the sound of his heavy boots sending not only a wicked 'Thunk!' through the bedroom, but also causing Bridgett's heart to increase in speed. What was he going to do to her? Why was he coming closer? And this smell? Sniiiifff! This hot, spicy, randy smell!
“Ah!?”
Whump!
With a sudden pounce, Brick was atop Bridgett, pinning her to the mattress. Amber eyes wide, she looked up to the handyman, watching as he drank in her image. His hands laid first beside her neck to further stick her in place, but then they came over to gently trace along her chest. The wolfess' breathing grew tense as she felt his hand palm her breast through the thin garment she wore.
Her heart was racing.
“Why, Grandma... what a gorgeous pelt you have,” Brick remarked, sending shivers down Bridgett's spine.
“All the better to... to... gulp... all the better to touch, my dear,” she replied, her once racing heart now growing slow.
This was pretty stupid, wasn't it? Putting on Martha's clothes like this, acting as if she could fool him. What, did she hit her head or something?
But Brick didn't appear frustrated or angry, no... he was turned on! She could not only read it on his face, or smell on his body, but also feel it through his touch. With how tight these clothes were, Bridgett had no doubts that if he so much as squeezed hard enough, these clothes would rip apart.
But then his hands came sliding up, gliding along her cleavage, traveling upon her neck, and then gracing her lips. She could taste the salt of his sweat as it radiated on his body, and it sent a shiver down her spine while coaxing a groan from her lips.
“Wow, Grandma... what a big mouth you have,” Brick whispered.
Fuck this...
“All the better to eat your cock with!”
Her eyes grew tense and sharp, her lips curling into a grin. Quickly Bridgett lunged forward, trying to knock Brick off of her... but she didn't. She tried, oh yes she tried, but the handyman kept her pinned beneath his equally as large body. She even attempted to kiss him, but he kept his face perfectly spaced with hers so that she was juuuuuust a few inches shy.
“But, Grandma, I haven't mentioned your big tits...”
Rririiiiiiip!
Told you these clothes were struggling to contain Bridgett's body.
Brick didn't mean to rip it. He just put his finger into the cleavage of her blouse and began pulling down. Buttons were instantly snapped, flinging them in all manner of directions, and everything else was torn straight through as the bodice gave way!
Oooooooh boy, did Brick's eyes glow.
Bridgett had the largest tits he's ever seen by far. Round and large, coated in dark gray fur save for her hard pink nipples; her breasts truly deserved to be explored, to be toyed with, to be salivated over.
In fact...
Bringing over his hands, Brick placed them upon Bridgett's bust and began sinking his fingers in. Or, tried sinking his fingers in. The wolfess' breasts were just so damn firm! Like thick tar, her tits seemingly refused to be budge even as he pushed into her. And then he cupped his hands beneath, giving them a lift and making her tits bounce!
Once...
Twice...
Thrice...
Oh yeeessssss....!
Bridgett's tits were far better than anyone in Galendale's! And these nipples too! When his fingers danced over towards them, he tweaked and twisted them, pushed them in, pulled them out, all whilst garnering yips, grunts, moans, and groans from the wolfess' lips.
His hands were so gruff, so coarse. Whenever they stroked upon her sensitive bust, Bridgett could feel his ruff skin slightly scrape at her. But that's not a bad thing, no; quite the opposite. If Brick's hands were too smooth and soft, the wolfess would feel nothing from them! She needed something like this! Something nice and hard and strong!
“Nngghhh~! Yesssss...!” groaned the wolfess as she pushed her chest more into his awaiting hands.
Taking it as an invitation, Brick took a hold of both of her breasts at the same time; one in each hand. Around and around he controlled her tits like the reigns of a horse; moving one tit left, the other right, rolling them around and around, and toying with her nipples until they were so hard and swollen.
And then, as his mouth truly began pooling with saliva and drool, the hungry handyman brought his head down and...
“Mmfff...”
Captured one of her nipples into his lips.
His hot and hungry mouth wrapped perfectly around her, sucking on nipple and areola alike! The taste he got caused him to moan like a hungry man, and drool like one too! Again and again and again he sucked on her, building up heat through Bridgett's flesh! A heat he could feel pushing through her flesh and fur!
She'd never experienced this before! Yes, she's known the pleasures of her own hands, but that's about it! Ever since becoming this big bad wolf, she's done nothing but make others fear her!
So imagine how she felt having her tits so voraciously feasted upon! Feeling his mouth and tongue suck on one tit, then move to the other, only to swivel back again! And his hands didn't remain idle! Despite how firm her tits were, he made sure to squeeze the hell out of them, pushing up her breasts more into his mouth so he could lick, and suck, and slurp for as long as he damn-well pleased!
And then he dropped her tits...
“Aah-haaah~! Aaaahh!”
Panting, Bridgett fell into the bed as her nostrils flared. Sniff sniff...? What was this new smell? Oh, it was her own smell! Was she already this hot and bothered? This sweaty and musky? Sniff sniff... Yeah, from the looks of it! Oooh...
Looking down, Bridgett gripped the sides of her bosom, groping herself as her vicious claws gave a tight squeeze. Then her amber eyes stared up, watching as Brick leaned tall. His brown eyes glowing, he locked his gaze down upon the tearing skirt she wore, pulling it up to reveal her panties.
Yes, panties. Bridgett went so far as to put on a pair of Martha's panties. And, yes, much like the rest of her attire, it too was struggling to hold itself together! The bands within must have been made of some sort of steel!
A noticeable moist pit had formed within the center of those panties, and with it came Bridgett's arousing odor. Sucking in air through his nose, Brick could smell the wolfess, and just how horny she was. It guided his finger along, hooking it into the waistband of her panties, and with one casual tug...
Teeeaarrrrr!
Would Martha be angry with how much of her clothes they were ripping to shreds? Neither of them seemed to care at the moment.
With the panties torn off, Bridgett's pussy was exposed to Brick, who pushed her legs up to reveal even more of her body. It was cradled between slick gray fur; all nice and pink and hot and wet. So damn wet. Nectar oozed out of her cunt like morning dew in a flower bowl, and it was just as beautiful a sight.
“Mmmm... Grandma...” Brick whispered, “Such a pretty pussy you have...”
Bridgett bit into her bottom lip.
“All the better to birth strong children with, my dear...”
“Heh... we'll see about that...”
His hand dropped and came over, where they stroked upon Bridgett's plump labia. The touch of his rough fingers sent a crooning groan from the wolfess' lips, causing her to lean her head back and close her eyes. Hot honey stained his digits and streaked down to his palm, but he kept touching her. Faster... faster... faster!
“Hgggngnnggnhhh~!”
Through gritted teeth Bridgett groaned, while Brick worked open the folds of her cunt. With enough persistence, he had her pussy open up wide enough to stick his middle finger straight inside!
“HRKGH!?”
Bridgett jolted as her pussy clamped down upon his digit, suckling on him like she was trying to draw cum straight out! But of course, this was just his finger, just an appetizer. And yet this meager appetizer was already so large!
A man's hand is different from a wolf's one. No fur, just skin. Rough, tough, skin. It brushed along the walls of her cunt, rubbing at her buttons, and triggering jolts that ruminated all throughout her form.
Raising her hips, Bridgett began humping herself against his finger, pushing down on him and pulling up in a way that showed prior experiencing. Either she really knew how to ride fingers, or she was a rather raunchy girl back when she was still human. Whatever the case may be, Brick wasn't just going to sit still and let her get off on his finger!
Pulling back with his arm, he began thrusting his digit in and out of Bridgett's cunt, causing her to howl suddenly. Oh that finger! The way it pushed in and pulled back! He knew how to make a woman squeal! Twisting his finger, jabbing it in, pulling it back, but never too hard, never too rough. No, he took his time to explore her depths, learning exactly what she liked, and how she liked it.
And how did Bridgett like it? Oh... she liked it haaarrrrrddddd...!
Pop!
“Uuughhh~!”
Again Brick taunted the wolfess, pulling his finger out of her cunt before she could fully get off on it. Biting into her bottom lip, the now frustrated wolfess stared down towards the handyman, watching as he rose his finger and stuck it into his mouth.
Hot... bitter... tasted different from a regular woman's cunt... tasted better...
“Not half bad...” Brick commented, garnering a quizzical glare and pout from Bridgett.
“Not half bad?” she repeated, “Don't you mean 'the best I've ever had'?”
“Heh... well... we'll see about that,” Brick replied, “That was just a taste. There's more to a pussy than just a taste 'Grandma', and if I know anything, it's pussy.”
“Rgh... and how so?”
“Heh... with this old thing of mine!”
Slowly Brick rose up, standing before Bridgett in all of his glory. Unhooking the straps of his overalls, he caused the garment to fall slack on his hips. Didn't take much to wiggle his way out of them, and once they slipped down to his ankles...
“Arf...”
She knew his cock would be big. She hoped his cock would be big. But the ideal size of a man she imagined... was not what she got.
No... Bridgett got something bigger.
There's a reason why they call Brick the 'Village Cock'. It's not because he's a massive asshole or anything (that right belongs to Thomas Bailey, in all honesty), but because his penis was just that large. It made him a popular prostitute among the citizens of Galendale... as well as the only one!
And right now, Bridgett was getting an eyeful of that massive member. The thick size, the amazing length, the veins which run up and down it so proud. This was the kind of cock that could put a horse to shame!
“Holy shit...” Bridgett whispered, her voice entranced as she got up on her knees.
“Heh! Like what ya see?” Brick asked in a cocky manner while she got up close to him.
“Is this... normal?” she retorted, drawing chuckles to his lips.
“It is for me!”
“Will it even fit?”
“Care to find out?”
A shiver ran through Bridgett's entire form following his taunting remark. While one would thing she was large enough to maintain a member of his caliber, the truth is... she didn't know. Ever since becoming a big wolf, the only pleasure she's known was that of her fingers. And, yeah, his cock was larger than her fingers by a country mile!
The massive member resting before her throbbed with vigor and vitality between his legs like some sort of living log. When Bridgett touched it, she drew a groan from Brick's lips. The paws of a wolf are different from the palms of a human, as he was beginning to learn. Especially when these paws were so powerful.
The unique texture of her hands couldn't really be compared to anything else. It was rough like his hands yes, but also rubbery and malleable. When she dragged it against his length, he could feel every finite inch of her paw, and how it slowly stroked against his flesh. Rolling skin, teasing veins, the rim of his dick's head! Hmmmm...! Bridgett felt all of it!
“Wow...”
Wrapping her girthy fingers around his massive member, the wolfess began stroking Brick off from hilt to tip. At first she was tepid, taking things slow for fear that she might injure the handyman. But it quickly became clear his size wasn't just for show; he had strength to back up that build of his! And nowhere was that more obvious than with his cock, which began pumping more with blood, more with power to the point that it began stretching and standing up! Before Bridgett knew it, she was face to face with his cock, the head of it pointed towards her nose, and her eyes wide form shear surprise.
Was this tunnel vision, or was it even larger than she originally believed?
“I uh... I...” Bridgett muttered briefly, her own inhibitions catching up with her... only to be quickly thrown away.
That scent. His raw, powerful, hot scent. It was like a perfume on Brick, transforming the handyman into a truly irresistible male for her arousing needs. Needs which kept building... needs which soon exploded.
Pulling back, Bridgett locked her eyes upon Brick's dick and opened her mouth wide... wider... wider! He watched as her big maw spread out, flashing rows of teeth, a lashing tongue, oozing drool, and white-hot breaths! Tingles ran through the handyman's spine as he watched her maw gape, and only one thought dominated his mind.
I can't wait to sink my cock into that!
Well... wish granted!
“MMMFFFF!!!”
Without hesitation, Bridgett sank as much of his cock into her mouth, feeling it push upon her jaw and puff out her cheeks. Fucking shit; this thing was massive! It's weight pushed down on her, its size made it difficult to breathe, and its taste was euphoric! Salty and bitter and strong; all at once! This was better than the tea Martha makes!
And that's a high bar to pass!
Making matters even worse? Bridgett was only halfway through with his cock! She still had more than just a few inches to go! Well fuck!
…
…
…
Better start pushing...
“Hrrrnrnmmmmmphhh~~~!”
Gripping hard on Brick's waist, the wolfess began pushing her head down, taking inch after inch of his length into her dripping maw. Grunts left the handy man as he felt her swallow of his length, replacing the cool air of the bedroom around them with the hot moistness of her endless mouth... and then even further beyond!
Another inch! Another inch! Another inch! Another inch!
Damn, it was difficult to breathe!
Another inch! Another inch! Another inch! Another inch!
“Hrrrmmgph!!!”
Drool exploded from the gaps of Bridgett's mouth as she gagged on his length, but she never pulled away.... and honestly, it's not like she could!
Why? Because of Brick's hand.
It fell on the back of her head, gripping her tight and holding her against his length. At first she thought he was trying to soothe her, then she thought he was trying to help her... but she eventually realized he was just trying to fuck her mouth.
With a grunt, Brick pulled Bridgett down on his massive member, stuffing her nose right up to her crotch. Her eyes grew wide and a squeal left her lips, all while breathing grew impossible. His cock! His cock was in her throat! It stretched it out far better than any meal had ever done! So much so that her neck visibly bulged!
For a couple of long, drawn out moments, Brick held Bridgett there, balls deep within her mouth and throat. She hacked, she wheezed, but then she relaxed herself against him, and just focused on the taste of his length within her mouth. How it throbbed... how it bucked... how it twitched... how it felt...
It felt so good...
“Alrighty then...” Brick muttered as he steadily began drawing her back, “Time for the main event... hngnghh!”
With his hold still strong on Bridgett's head, the handyman began pumping forward with his hips, while also dragging her down. Her eyes widened again as his burly length began penetrating her mouth, causing saliva to fly from the gapes of her lips. With his every thrust, Bridgett felt her mouth and throat grow looser and looser and looser...
Soon...
The erotic noises of his thrusting hips and her gurgling mouth could be heard by all.
Schluk! Pat! Schluk! Pat! Schluk! Pat! Schluk! Pat! Schluk! Pat!
“Hgggnnnnhh!!! Gotta nice mouth there, 'Grandma',” Brick groaned, “Way better than any other gal. They couldn't hope to handle this thing, not without passin' out anyway!”
Bridgett... couldn't really respond, not with her mouth full of cock! But then that cock slowly... began... pulling... back, drawing from her maw... and then fully leaving her...
“Gaah~! Haaah! Haaah! Haaah!”
Her panting echoed out while Brick's cock stood tall, lathered with saliva and precum that gave it a glowing sheen.
“Well 'Grandma',” he muttered, “Ready for the next bit?”
“Oh fuck it with the whole 'grandma', shtick!” Bridgett snarled as she patted his hip, “Let's just get this going!”
Her pussy was aching now, desperate to finally get this large length right up her hot snatch. Gooey juices hung between her thighs like sordid bridges of syrup, breaking only when she moved too far away. The odor too was stronger now than it had been before, tickling Brick's nose.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Bridgett silenced him as she suddenly turned around to flaunt her powerful back muscles. Then she leaned in and pressed herself up against his chest, while his massive member stood tall between her thighs. Looking down, the wolfess gazed upon his throbbing member, and then clinched upon it with her legs.
Still silent, Brick reached under her arms and drew his hands up, where he grabbed a hold of her tits; one in each palm. Like before his fingers squeezed upon her firm chest, still exploring it while Bridgett gave lustful groans.
As her thighs smothered his big dick, she could feel its heat burn her up.
“This thing's really big...” the wolfess whispered, garnering a chuckle from him.
“I ain't called the Village Cock for nothin'!” Brick replied in a boisterous manner.
Should he really be proud over something like that? Honestly... Bridgett didn't seem to care. She was just happy to finally have someone who could accommodate her 'needs'. And what she needed right now was this big, thick cock of his pushing straight up into her pussy!
So why waste anymore time?
Reaching down, Bridgett grabbed the head of Brick's cock and angled it up with her pussy. He said nothing, instead giving the widest grin he possibly could, as if he knew something that she did not. But the wolfess didn't notice the grin; she was far too enthralled by his cock as the head of it pressed up against her.
Once...
Twice...
Thrice...
“Hnnghhh...!”
The head began pushing into her folds.
THWAP!
Without care or warning, Brick shot the rest of his dick straight in!
And Bridgett...
She--
“HOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!”
Hooowwwwlllleed...
Her roar shook the bedroom around them as every inch of Brick's dick slammed straight into her pussy. It sent her into sensory overload, making her feel everything from pleasure, to pain, to numbness; all at once! Her back arched, her tits clapped against one another, and as her howl began dying down...
Sprriiitittzzzz!
The sound of her orgasm soon took over.
Yes, she was climaxing, louder and harder than ever before! It roared from her cunt like a waterfall, and stained the bed beneath them. Never had she been so quick to cum before! But this dick of his so easily pressed her buttons like a damn switch! So much so that after Bridgett's climax came to a close...
“Ah-!?”
She fell forward, using the bedpost to support her.
Breathing hoarsely, the wolfess struggled to contain herself, while Brick's ridiculously large cock sat buried within her pussy. His every twitch, his ever throb; she could feel it within her. And when she looked down to stare between their legs, her eyes grew wide.
Bridgett's stomach was usually flat and toned, but now it was bulging. The shear girth of his length was large enough to make her stomach bulge! There was discomfort yes, but it was slight, and as she got used to his member, she felt the ache numb away.
Her pussy gripped hard upon the member within her, suckling it down to her core and refusing to let go. But Brick was a strong man; he'd not be held hostage by some wolf! No matter how big and bad she was!
Gripping hard on her hips, Brick drew back his cock, sliding it out of her pussy and letting it hang out... before pushing back in with a loud--
THWAP!
“HOOAAUUUH!!!”
And then he drew back...
“Hggggnnnnhh!!!”
And he shot back in!
THWAP!
“AAAAHH!!!”
And, well...
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
Again and again and again, Brick slammed his cock into her like a piston at a steel mill! He really lived up to his name at the moment, abusing and utterly ruining Bridgett's pussy! Every thrust either made her grunt, groan, howl, or some combination of the three! And it wouldn't stop, couldn't stop, like a bard's obnoxious singing!
Though this was far sweeter than that.
And what of Bridgett's cunt? This tight pussy which clinched on his dick so? She wasn't lying when she said it had been a while for her, and it showed with how desperately she clung to his dick. Every inch of her cunt squeezed upon his member, letting him feel how velvety and rough it was. Groans left him from the shear pressure of it all, and his hold tightened even further and further; more and more!
“Aaaahhhh... ooooooh! That's good...!” muttered Brick as he pulled back and--
THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP! THWAP!
“HOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUU!!!”
The entire bedroom rattled from weighty impact after weighty impact of Brick's cock, the air filled with their roaring moans and groans. But deep down inside, Bridgett could feel his length started to jump. Oh, it was coming, wasn't it? That amazing, amazing event! His thrusting grew shallow, his breathing grew a bit ragged, and after a few more powerful pumps he--
“Aaaahh!”
Spluuuuurrrrt!
“Haaaauuuuunnnggghhhhh~~~”
It wasn't a rush, or a surge, it was a damn explosion!
Cum! Strong, weighty, hot cum! It all flooded into Bridgett, filling her pussy and womb entirety... and then even more! More cum! More jizz! More spunk! More seed! Rising, filling, flowing nonstop! And soon after... expanding!
Expanding! Expanding! Expanding!
And then...
Schluk!
“Aaah-haaaah!?”
Brick pulled back, his long cock sliding out of her twat. Like a cork unplugged from a bottle, his cum splurged out of her pussy and stained the bed beneath them like a gooey river.
Damn... that's a lot of cum...
Exhausted, Bridgett fell face first into the mattress as ragged breathes left her lips. It was difficult to think, let alone speak. Her mind was rushing while her body twitched and her pussy struggled to close back up.
But Brick...
He wasn't done yet...
It had been a long, long time since a woman could take him like this, and he wasn't going to let this moment pass by. For Bridgett to still be standing – even on wobbly legs like this – was impressive by his standards. All the other girls would have long since passed out by now.
Placing his hands upon her hips, Brick coaxed a whimper from the wolfess' lips whilst leading her to turn around and lay on her back. She stared up at him first, then down towards his thick member. Shouldn't it have gone down by now...?
Eh... her mind was too dazed to think about such a thing.
Kneeling before her, Brick took his massive member and laid it against her cunt. Again he felt the need to tease Bridgett; something he seemed to take great joy in. The grin on his lips, the glare in his brown eyes, even the slight chuckle that left him. Hearing and seeing this, an annoyed pout took the wolfess' lips... but she never said a word.
Instead she reached down with both her hands, placing them to the sides of her folds.
And then she spread them apart, flaunting her tight pink tunnel, and the cum which still oozed within. That was all Brick needed to see before guiding his cock over and grinding its head against her folds.
One stroke...
Two strokes...
Three strokes...
And he stopped...
“Heh!”
And then he pushed.
And he pushed in deeeeeeeeeeeep...
“Hrrrrnnngghghhh~~~!”
Grinding her teeth against one another, Bridgett bucked s she took in every inch of his girthy length. He'd just got done fucking her mere moments ago, but this cock of his somehow found a way to be so damn strong! Guiding and sliding, deeper and deeper, causing her stomach to bulge yet again.
This was not normal!
Her trim and flat stomach... the bump of a cock pushing beneath. Amazed, Bridgett traced the outline of his length, then laid back in the bed as an expression of shear ecstasy took over her face. Brick's hips were pressed up to hers; there was nowhere else he could go.
Nowhere but...
Bridgett looked up, her eyes falling on the handyman as his large body loomed over hers like a monolith.
“You didn't cum this time...” he said in a teasing manner, to which the wolfess grinned back.
“I ain't no quickshot...” she replied, “Now come on, Mr. Village Cock. Really give it to me.”
“Yes ma'am...”
THWAP!
“AAAH~~~!”
The pace was strong yet steady. He drew his hips back, let her feel every inch of his cock as it plucked at every inch of her pussy, and then he drove it back in with great speed and ferocity! The bed bounce, his balls jiggled, and Bridgett watched as her stomach bulged from his cock's size.
His thrusts were making her mind ebb again, coaxing primal sounding groans from her lips, and causing her to reach her hands up. Gripping his back and shoulders, Bridgett extended her claws and suddenly began scratching upon him, grafting lines into his flesh. Brick growled back, but the pain only made him thrust harder and harder and harder!
An uproar of splattering sweat and impacting flesh soon began echoing from their melding bodies. He was digging his dick deeper inside of her, causing Bridgett's legs to launch up and wrap around his hips, locking him in. As if she needed to; Brick didn't want to be anywhere else but inside of this wolf's cunt!
The walls that were hot and wet and smooth like velvet. The sounds of her deep, primal moans and groans. The creaking bed beneath them that almost looked like it was going to break apart: where else could he possibly be?
Seconds blended into seconds, with Brick's hips getting faster and faster. Each blow sent powerful waves through Bridgett's body, enough so that her firm tits were jiggling and her hair was bouncing up and down!
He could already feel his loins churning, and the wolfess could do likewise. Her pussy was undulating, twitching and throbbing around his cock, desperate to get his life-giving seed. And he was just as desperate to give it to her!
Another thrust! Another thrust!
More! More!
Harder! Harder!
Faster! Faster!
And!
“HIYAAAAHH~!”
Bridgett's voice grew so high in pitch.
Spluurrrttt!!!
It tanked inside of her again. Only this time, she got to actually watch it. Watch it as his cock grew thicker, watch it as his balls drew close, and watch it as her belly distended. So much cum... too much cum! All of it flooded inside of her cunt, making her womb balloon. In comparison, her own orgasm which followed shortly after came off like a light peter.
Her stomach. Her large, swelled stomach. Was this enough, Bridgett wondered. Enough to...
You know...
If the first time didn't knock her up, this second time sure as hell did the trick.
Laying there, Brigett basked in the feeling of his second creampie, her hand reaching up to palm her enlarged belly. She could feel his cum slosh about within him, which added just a twinge more kinkiness to the already frenetic session. But the wolfess didn't growl, or groan or even moan. She just whispered out...
“Wow...”
And then Brick pulled back.
Schluck!
Again her cunt gaped, and again she winced as his cock slipped out of her folds. The smell of sex was far stronger now than it had ever been before; the air was choking on it. But Brick grinned, even as he waved the air around his nose.
“Oh boy...” the handyman whispered as a smirk adorned his lips, “It's been a while since I was able to go back to back so quickly...”
“Heeh... if you give me a couple of moments, I'll gladly give you a third round,” replied Bridgett with a grin.
A couple of moments? Heh, he could do that!
But as he sat on the side of the bed to catch his breath, his eyes grew wide. Riiiiiiiiight... this was his grandma's house, wasn't it? So, like... um...
“Where's Grandma at!?” he suddenly said whilst facing Bridgett.
She stared at him with eyes wide, like a toddler caught red-handed. But instead of answering, she pointed at the closet, causing Brick to spring up. Rushing over towards it, not knowing what he was going to find on the other end, the handyman flung the door wide open.
And, yeah, there was Martha.
A very sweaty Martha.
A very wet Martha.
Her clothes were clinging tight to her body due to all the sweat she accumulated, but it wasn't because the closet was hot. The gapes through the closet door gave her the perfect view of their spirited little session, which built so much arousal within her form.
Her white attire was like a second skin thanks to how wet she was, exposing just how slender and sleek Martha was for a woman in her 50s. Tanned skin, smooth shoulders, narrow waist, and these firm, taut, perky pair of tits that would make women over half her age angry. Oh yeah, and there was a noticeable moist stain between her legs.
If only she hadn't been tied up. Maybe she would have been able to at least quell some of these urges.
“Grandma...?” Brick whispered.
“Boy... you better have another in you for me...” Martha replied, taking him aback.
For a moment, Brick didn't know what to say... but then a hapless chuckle and smile took his lips.
“Why, Grandma, what a sexy body you have!”
Well... didn't look like he needed much convincing to cross that incestuous line.
Is that a good thing or a bad thing? Probably a bad thing. Most definitely a bad thing.
Fortunately, whatever inhibitions Martha herself had were discarded when she watched Brick and Bridgett's heated display. Once her grandson undid the binds that had been tied to her body...
“RAH!”
“WHOA!?”
She almost immediately tackled him to her bed.
Collapsing upon the mattress in a frenetic little ball, Martha fell on her back with Brick above her. Missionary, again Then again... knowing his grandma and her age, she probably wasn't all that knowledgeable on other sexual positions. Oh well! Best to start off slow!
With this great and intense hunger, Brick grabbed a hold of Martha's pants and tugged down...
Sheeeeaarrrr! Rrriiiiiiipp!!!
“Oops...” Brick muttered, his eyes wide.
He didn't pull that hard, did he? If he did... he didn't mean to! He was just trying to pull the pants down her slender hips! Instead he ripped them apart like they were wet paper!
But when he looked up to his grandma, she didn't look angry. Instead she laughed with a boisterous,
“Ohohohohohoho! Don't worry 'bout it, Brick. I got these clothes of mine specifically made for this moment so that they could be torn apart with ease. I didn't want to waste any time gettin' to the fun stuff!”
“Oooooh... so that's why Bridgett's clothes tore so easily?” he asked, though Martha shook her head.
“No... that bitch is just large.”
“H-hey!”
Pouting, Bridgett watched as Brick took his dick and ground it up against Martha's pussy. Unlike the wolfess however, the old woman wasn't going to lay around idly and let her grandson taught her like this.
“If this is a joke, I'll cut your damn balls off, boy,” Martha growled, causing his face to grow long.
“Eep! Uh... y-yes ma'am!”
Yeeeeeaaaaah... he wasn't going to get away with teasing her like he did with Bridgett! Martha's threats weren't ones to be taken lightly. Speaking from experience on his end!
But no one said he couldn't be a little bit cheeky! She may have seen what he'd did to Bridgett's pussy and stomach, she may even be wetter than a storm in spring, but that didn't mean she was ready for his cock! And Brick was gonna use that to make his grandma squeal!
First he pressed his head to her folds, then he used her moistness to push in just a tiny bit. Martha grunted as her slick pussy was parted by such a thick, greedy member. Far better than that wooden toy she used these days. Seconds ticked by, pressing in more and more, deeper and deeper... only for Brick to stop.
And then he--
THWAP!
“AAAAH!?”
Shoved the rest right in!
No hesitation, no bartering, no nothing! Brick just took his big thick dick and slammed it into his grandma's tight cunt. Her eyes grew twice as wide from the sudden penetration, and like Bridgett before, her stomach had the noticeable outline of his cock upon its trim surface. If anything, the one who was most surprised was Brick himself!
His grandma really could take his cock! Made him wonder about grandpa and what they were doing back when he was alive... then again, maybe it's best not knowing.
For now he focused on the feeling of her pussy as it gripped tightly upon his length, suckling him down to the core as he drew his hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. With every thrust of his burly length, he caused her pussy to grow more and more loose, letting him have an easier time sliding his cock inside of her. And after a few moments of powerful thrusting, Martha's sharp gasps were replaced with louder and louder moans.
“Oooh~! Hoooooh~~~! Ohohooohhh~!” her voice cried, these elegant and erotic womanly moans that made Brick's ears twitch... and Bridgett's tail wag.
Eh... why the hell not? They were all in this together!
Without a moment's hesitation, the wolfess swung her hips right over Martha's face, covering her in shadows. Her moans cut short, she didn't even have enough time to bark out a command before Bridgett's cum-soaked pussy came right down on her face, smothering her with a loud--
“MMFFF!?”
Brick stopped and his eyes grew wide, first staring upon his grandmother's muffled face, then up towards the wolfess' cocky smile.
“You know she's gonna be right pissed with you once you get off of her, right?” the handyman asked, to which she chuckled.
“Eh... I don't really care right now,” Bridgett replied.
And honestly? That was more than good enough for him! Hunkering down again, he pulled back with his hips, leaned against Bridgett for support, and--
Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!
This night was only getting started!
…
It's not true that Galendale is completely forgettable. Yes, it came appear like a dime a dozen when it comes to how mundane it is, how simple, how green and brown, but that's only how it looks in the day time. For the people who come to Galendale at night – whether to stay or just passing through – will beguile you with how absolutely stunning the night sky is. The stars twinkling, the quiet mountainside, the cool breeze.
There's nothing like it in the world.
Unless of course you're indoors, in which case you'll miss it. But that's not too bad either. Not when the heat of a fireplace is burning idly, and bodies are melding with bodies.
Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!
Brick didn't know when their torrid little threesome left the bedroom. He thinks Bridgett brought it up first, but he's not exactly sure if that's true. Something about wine and... cake and... then they moved out...
But again, it did not matter.
“Hggh... Grandma... hnnk... you're really drainin' me here...”
“And I'm gonna keep drainin' ya 'till I've had my fill!”
For such a woman in her 50s, she seemed to have unlimited energy.
Hands on his shoulders, Martha road upon Brick's cock; up and down, up and down, nonstop. The once boisterous attitude he had in the bedroom, was long since discarded as of now. Out here on the living room couch, his hands sat on his grandmother's slender hips, keeping her in place while she road upon his cock. All for the view of the blazing fireplace in front of them.
And the wolfess at their side.
“Heeeeey~! Come on Martha. You've been at it for hourrrrrss...” Bridgett muttered with a pout, “Your belly's as round as a balloon! You look fucking pregnant!”
She slid to a stop.
“Tch... like you've got room to talk!”
As if either of them had room to talk!
Brick may have been having sex since getting here, but his balls certainly hadn't been drained yet. If anything, his body seemed to revel in the challenge, making sure to produce as much if not too much spunk.
And these two took it. They took all of it.
Their stomachs had absolutely swelled, giving the two the appearance that they were pregnant. Brick wasn't a smart man or nothing, but he knew bodies shouldn't do that. Like, isn't the cum supposed to go somewhere?
Once again, he's not a smart man or nothing. At the very least, he'd love to be freed of Martha's hips, and soon!
“Ohhh... I can't take it anymore, Grandma,” Brick muttered, causing the old woman to leer at him in an incredulous manner.
“Really? You can't?” she asked, her tone dismissive, “What happened to the Village Cock? I thought he'd be better at this! Your Grandpa could've gone for much longer than this!”
“Ghgh... None of the women ever go on this long!” he groaned, “They're all too satisfied or passed out for a second round! Aaah!” falling back, his eyes gazed towards the ceiling, “I'm beginnin' to see why Grandpa died so young...”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?”
“Nothing! Nothing, I swear! I sweeaaarrrr!”
Briefly, Martha brought her hips to a halt while she shot Brick an annoyed glare. But if he thought his grandmother was finally sparing him from this relentless fucking, he had another idea coming when--
PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!
“Ooooh-hoooh!? S-seriously!?”
Martha was a woman as scary as she was stubborn... and she was reminding him of that fact.
“Honestly, I'm quite ashamed of you, Brick,” she muttered as her hips continued their sordid dance, “This whole 'Village Cock' nonsense is as stupid as it is belittlin'. I hope you ain't expectin' to just run around your whole life fuckin' a bunch of girls. Cuz if you don't die from catchin' some illness, you'll certainly die when their angry husbands and boyfriends decide to gut your ass like a fish!”
“I make it a policy not to sleep with anyone's girl!” he claimed, to which his grandmother looked at him again with disbelieving eyes.
“Yeah, uh-huh... sure,” she replied as her hips finally came to a halt, “I'll have you know, Brick, that I planned all of this here nonsense. I knew if the rumors of your cock were true, then no normal girl would be able to handle you. So I was plannin' on introducin' you to Bridgett here after you were done servicin' me. Of course, she jumped the gun a bit, soooooo...”
“Wait, you were going to introduce us?” Bridgett asked.
She looked over at Brick, and he looked back, the two stopping for a moment just to look at one another. Then his lips moved to say something, but--
“Mmfff!?”
“Hm?”
She quickly shut him up by pressing her lips to his.
Guess that answers Martha's question, don't it? She didn't even need to explain anything. However.
“Alright, you two stop it!” the woman barked as she flicked Bridgett's forehead, cutting their kiss short, “I still ain't had my fill yet!”
“Oh... dammit, Grandma...”