{"sf1_id":1780328,"sf2_id":"ynZBPknY","title":"Beware a Griesley Bride","author":"Cederwyn Whitefurr","words":832,"posted_at":"2021-10-31T10:52:10.000Z","tags":["Blood","Dark","Fantasy","Female","Fiction","Grisly","Human","Male","Male/Female","Medieval","NC","No-Yiff","Short","Short Story","Story","Sword","Torture","Violence","Violence (Not In Yiff)","Werewolf","full moon"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1780328-beware-a-griesley-bride","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZBPknY","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/07/49/074985cb-e247-4632-aeda-2b748f7e9dd2","description":"A human knight, soldier of a cruel and malicious king, takes a young maiden as his wife, intending to take her as spoils of war in this campaign - but he may have gotten more than he bargained for... Inspired by a poem \"Beware the Greisley Bride\", go look it up, I HIGHLY recommend it :)","content":"Beware a Griesley Bride\n\n© Cederwyn Whitefurr\n\n31st October, 2021\n\nAll Rights Reserved.\n\nLillian yelped as she was roughly thrown onto the bed, her new husband, a drunk, violent and abusive and reeking of cheap ale. He towered over her, scratching at his crotch through his rough spun trousers, as he grinned at her.\n\n“Always fancied a young wench... Virgin too, you're going to make a lovely gift for me... do as you're told and...\"\n\nHe grabbed her chin, then forced his scabrous fingers into her mouth, forcing it open as he stared into her mouth.\n\n“Be a good little girl, and you might keep some of your teeth...\"\n\nLillian cringed back against the wall, shaking and staring wide eyed, tears streaking down her cheeks. Through the window, come the silvery light of the full moon that cast its glow across the floor and slowly began moving towards the bed.\n\nHe tore his shirt off and scratched his hairy belly, before he belched and grabbed lecherously at his crotch. Terrified, Lillian crawled up the straw pallet bed and clutched her knees to her chest.\n\n“No...please...\" Lillian wept and pleaded, clutching her torn nightgown.\n\n“Shut up, I own you, by right of conquest and marriage, you're _mine_ little girl, now do as you're told, maybe I'll be gentle with you and...\"\n\nLillian's eyes widened even further, as the moonlight crept up the foot of the bed and inched its way further towards where she cowered.\n\n“Please me woman...and I won't have your family killed...vile, disgusting, uneducated peasants! King Falencarth owns your whole village now...which includes you...\"\n\nHe unfastened his belt, pulling it through the crude loops and dropped it and his scabbard clattered to the floor. His penis stood like a redwood, and Lillian glanced at it then her eyes fell on the bed.\n\n“Yes, be undeserving to look upon a real man... I'm going enjoy making you scream little one...you'll be broken and taken in every way imaginable by the time I'm...\"\n\nLillian shrieked and her fear flowed over her, as she leapt off the bed and ran past him. With a loud slap, the door slammed open as Lillian fled out into the night.\n\n“Come here you slut!\" He shrieked, stumbling over his discarded pants and belt, before he snatched up his sword and pulled it from the scabbard. “I'll make you suffer before morning, I'll...\"\n\nHe charged after her, smashing open the door and wading out into the shin deep snow, enraged and face suffused with blood. His eyes cast about, then saw her footprints leading in a straight line from the cottage door.\n\n“Oh, you're going to suffer when I catch you!\" He snarled and ran after her.\n\nSo hot did his rage and hatred burn within him, he was oblivious to the snow that covered the ground. After a hundred paces, he stopped and looked, seeing a flash of white that flapped and fluttered, caught on a broken branch.\n\nHe tore her nightgown from the broken shrub, before lifting it to his nose and inhaling. Her scent sent his mind racing with lust, as he grinned and tightened his grip on the sword. Looking down, he saw her footprints lead a dozen more paces then around a large oak tree.\n\n“I'm coming to get you little one... you better...\"\n\nLeaping out from behind the tree, he raised his sword up, then froze and stared.\n\n“What the...\"\n\nHis drunken mind was a moment assimilating what his eyes told it. For the full moon shone clearly, revealing the footprints for what they were. Almost instantly, the hairs on his nape stood on end. A chilling wind blew, wiping away his anger and replacing it with a ice-cold fear.\n\nFor where human feet had made the tracks, the one's that went on were _not_ made by human feet...\n\nHe turned about and started to walk back towards her cottage, before he then run.\n\nHis quarry turned and in her tracks, then began to hunt _him_...\n\nHe wept and moaned, fighting to push his way through the deep snow, before he suddenly screamed and felt himself struck from behind.\n\nHe rolled head over foot, his sword flying from his hand and vanishing into the nearby snowdrift. He looked up, the snow between his legs turning a brilliant yellow as his bladder let go. He found himself staring up into the snarling muzzle of a large grey wolf. Her\u0026nbsp;canine's gleamed, saliva dribbling from her\u0026nbsp;mouth, as her\u0026nbsp;cold, wet nose was almost touching his.\n\n“Only an empty bed awaits you...\" Came the low, barely human voice.\n\nShe snarled wider, claws gouging through flesh of his shoulders as she\u0026nbsp;snapped his collar bones like he would a pheasant's breastbone.\n\nHe tried to scream, but his throat constricted with fear as he stared up into those moon-bright eyes.\n\n“Beware, you foolish man...beware a Griesley bride...\"\n\nHer head dropped and there was his choking cry, before the snow splashed crimson and his naked ankles beat against the snow.\n\nEND"}