Part Nine: Poorly Romance

Ash was feeling more than a little uncomfortable with the situation, particularly because he had hoped that after getting off his work for the day he was supposed to have a lovely trip in the woodland with her alone. It was supposed to be romantic, just the two of them but he had not expected her to bring out the other boys in town that were all mourning over the fact her older sister was already engaged to a man from another village. Ash was shocked, but Margarite was never one to ignore the potential of extra attention.

“Its such a shame… if I had known she was meeting with that lad that came to trade every month, I would probably have told you all and you might have worked to win her hand…” Margarite was testing the waters, looking to her four male companions to see which would negate the thoughts and instead focus upon her. They all cooed and purred, insisting that as long as she did not leave them, they would be able to cope with the loss. Margarite giggled at the four young men, then turned towards the other two young men yet to say anything, Ash and Piotr, the boy from the neighbours to have moved in just in time for Ash’s birth. The pair of them were best friends and clearly confused by the way Margarite had pulled them all over and Piotr gave a snort.

“I didn’t intend to join the party Ash… I’d just finished with the fleeces and thought to get some air before I get dragged in to help with fixing the fences. But how did it go checking traps… did you find any sign of the Old Beast?” Piotr thought to change the conversation, he had not interest in the cornflower blue eyes, the chestnut hair that was neatly kept in braids, the creamy skin or the little beauty spot under her left eye that Ash usually could not stop going on about. Margarite though was scowling to have any attention taken away and shockingly, it was enough for the other boys to turn and ask.

“Whoa… you think that monster might still be around? No one’s seen it proper for nearly twenty-odd years, right?” The other young men gasped, the show totally stolen away from Margarite and Ash was thankful to have pulled them away from her. However, it meant talking to them longer and that meant he was not going to be able to spend much more time with Margarite as she folded her arms across her chest and pouted. She was looking away from him before she suddenly spotted a few girls and another guy up the road looking to come enjoy the forest too and padded over to them. Ash watched her depart with wide and anxious eyes, but he was quickly tapped on the shoulder to tell the others and Ash grimaced.

“There were signs of wolves in the area, more than a few big ones in fact and… we even met another hunter who gave us warning about something he’d seen. The old stories say the Beast was pitch and I heard many say that it left no marks in it’s wake… but this old hunter told us he’d seen a wolf in daylight!” Ash stated, not really wanting to get dramatic about it but his own father had beckoned the man to continue talking and not permitted his son to step out of his sight as he listened. The story had obviously scared his father somewhat, almost as if he might have seen it before as the other guys questioned and then Margarite was already disappearing off with her friends as Ash continued to tell the story. “He said the wolf he’d seen was the size of a mastiff dog… certainly larger than our wolves and yet the Beast is said to have been bigger and with longer limbs like some man walking on his arms and feet! But what shocked both my father and eye was the colour of this wolf he saw… it was one of those curious silvery almost bluish wolves… with the dark back but lighter underneath and he said it had green eyes! GREEN! Wolves do not have green eyes!”

“Green eyes? Then it is surely the sign there are other cursed beasts in this woodland.” Piotr scoffed, shivering in dismay at the thought of something so disturbing as he looked around himself and seemed almost disturbed. The other guys looked rather uncomfortable at the thought too and yet, Ash was distracted. Margarite had started walking off into the woods with the young man, making the other women look even more uncomfortable at her stealing their companion and Ash gave a soft grunt as he turned to his friends.

“Uh… gentleman… our dear friend Danut has been steered away from the gaggle of pretty girls over there, I would suggest you take the moment to see to Flora and Amelia… they certainly will enjoy getting some attention.” Ash pointed out towards, amongst the four girls to have appeared, the third and fourth most beautiful girls in the village. The other young men were quick to stand up and parade over whilst Piotr paused a moment and patted his friend’s shoulder, knowing damn well that Ash was going to have a problem going to get Margarite away from Danut.

Ash then left his friends and trotted off into he woods, following the worn animal paths that no one thought to follow to find the easiest route into the woods. When he passed through them and around to the other side of the beautiful meadow, he settled there with his cape and then turned towards the blossoming trees. No sooner had he settled down then Danut had appeared with Margarite, stroking her shoulders and looking very flirtatious before they noticed Ash waiting and then both jolted in surprise with wide expressions.

“So… I thought we’d get back to our original plan, Margarite.” Ash stated, it was well-known that Ash and Margarite were supposed to be a couple and yet, Margarite was nightmarish for constantly flirting despite the fact they had both been together and there was a reason for it. Margarite gave a groan as she then shooed Danut away and he remained looking rather sheepish as he turned away to go back to the other girls. Ash sat down on the blanket, patting the thin fabric for her to join him and Margarite gave a grimace of frustration as she approached with her head upwards.

“You always choose boring options Ash… why is it that your idea of a romantic evening together is to settle down on a blanket and look out at the woodlands and the flowery meadows like some old man?” Margarite scoffed, storming over to his side with her back straight as she stomped over to settle down upon the blanket with him. Her scowl remained with her head up as she sat down beside him and Ash heaved a sigh of dismay before taking her hand gently as if to apologise, but she yanked her hand away from him and he gave a groan. He was not sure how to placate her so he leant against her, kissing her cheek and then nosing at her neck as she flushed and gave a giggle. “…Ash…”

Her intrigue was interesting to him, but he felt something uncomfortable within his entire body as he kissed at her neck gently, his nose flooded not by her scent but by Danut’s. He hated that he had such a strong sense of smell that he seemed to always be able to identify others by scent and yet, more annoyingly he could see the slight reddening upon her neck that said that Danut had kissed her neck too. He wanted to growl in frustration as he kissed and then even licked at her neck, making her flush with excitement as she cooed and said his name. Ash grasped her hand tightly, pressing his lips hungrily over her neck as he heard her moan, pressing with his teeth before she suddenly clapped his knee.

“No hickeys! What would my father say?” Margarite scoffed in fury as she glowered at him and Ash pulled back, his lips wet and a little swollen from dragging against her neck. He had felt a desire to bite her, to make it obvious that he owned her and yet she was seemingly aware of it as she glowered at him sharply and then gave a scoff once more. “You know… I wouldn’t be so eager to flirt if you realised that I didn’t want to be a ‘good girl’ all the time.”

“What!” Ash’s jaw dropped; the whole thought startled him but even more so when she’d just told him off for getting too clingy. He grimaced, he felt his fists clenching and yet he took in a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He then looked towards the water in the creek nearby, finding himself thinking about what his sister had said. Iris was never exactly kind about Margarite but it shocked him to think that Iris had mentioned to him that she was not as pure as she appeared. It seemed to stab him in the chest, there were only a few times he was not allowed to see her… that one time a month because of the fear of the Beast but, no one went out then. “Margarite… be honest with me, you haven’t been with anyone, have you?”

“Ash…” Margarite had to hide to fury she felt in that moment to be asked, but she took in a deep breath with a soft growling sound. She rolled her eyes, not sure who had told him anything but she was going to change the subject completely… or at least turn him away from that position as she gave a soft groan of frustration and rolled her eyes. “Ash… I love you very much… but I don’t want to have to wait until we get married… what if something happens and we end up being separated by things or I end up in some arranged marriage… wouldn’t it be better to have always given you something you’ll never forget?”

“Huh? But… but if we get married or you marry someone else, wouldn’t you want them not to shame you? They could…” Ash began but Margarite gave a scoff, reminding him that her father had become the head of the guard in their village, he was the top power beneath the mayor and the baron… her rank was high and anyone who dared to say otherwise would be wrong. However, Ash gave a grimace again, trying to encourage her that it did not matter when she suddenly pressed her hands into his shoulders and pushed him right down onto the ground. She then straddled him, practically sitting on his chest as he gave a grunt of surprise and she looked down at him thoughtfully.

“Alright Ash… you love me, don’t you?” She questioned and Ash nodded his head obediently and then she asked him again. “You’d do anything for me?”

“Of course… but…” Ash began, only for her fingers to press onto his lips to stop him. She knew what he was going to say and so she gave a chuckle and then rolled off with a gentle smile as she then looked at him with a flutter of her long lashes. It made Ash blush as she then cooed at him lovingly.

“Then how about you just do something close to it but not it? Maybe… you could pleasure me down there… it would please me and it would give us something…” Margarite cooed, though Ash wish he knew why this eighteen-year-old woman wanted him to do something that he felt was not good before marriage. Ash though sat up and he was red in the face, utterly confused but looking around at the world and seeing that there was no way they would not get found, he gripped her hand. She gave a yelp of shock as he pulled her off towards the deep parts of the woodland along the old trapper trails where no one went.

He took her to a clearing that was surrounded by blackberry bushes and looked intimidating, but he hoisted her up, lifting her over his shoulder as she gave a yelp of surprise and he settled her into the bush. Here, he was convinced that no one would be able to see them as he beckoned her to hoist up her dress and she gave him a rather foul expression before doing so. She lay back, hitching her skirts up and then giving a sharp gasp of surprise as he grasped her knickers, tugged them down and brought them right to her ankles. He then leant into her legs, making her yelp in surprise before he kissed the top of her mons and grit his teeth. He could not help but find himself salivating and the scent of her feminine form was overwhelming him, drowning him and he knew his cock was throbbing in desperation.

“Just… don’t think about being with anyone else but me!” Ash growled underneath her skirts as she chuckled and relaxed back. She’d always been very careful about how far she permitted the other men to go when they came to her. She was utterly amused by the fact Ash was getting so aggressive and jealous, he was such an honourable sort that when she’d tried to entice him some years ago to do just a little more than kissing, Ash had always pulled away. She’d ended up finding others eager for a taste and yet not foolish enough to make it obvious and risk upsetting her father, let alone risking her getting pregnant. But if it were Ash… well, she’d chased every other girls away from him because he was the most handsome and eligible young man in the village but… it would be so easy to lose him if he ever doubted she was holding out just for him.

Ash brought his mouth to her mons, kissing it softly and making her giggle in delight before he then kissed down the split flesh with soft sighs, his hot breath rolling over Margarite’s flesh. She gave a soft moan, her body trembling in anticipation as Ash then kissed more, pressing the flesh apart slightly before then pressing his tongue forward. Gently, he flicked it along the slit, feeling it throb, heat and start to get wet as she started to take in sharp breaths as he groaned and trembled. She spread her legs out wide, her thighs twitching and trembling in total excitement as Ash began to lick more eagerly at her.

Margarite gave a sharp moan, her body trembled, he was suddenly moving so fast, his tongue felt longer, thicker, pulling her open and spreading her out. He was truly lapping and slurping at her, even growling in pleasure as he began to suck and slurp at her lovingly. His tongue stuffed into her opening, making her give a sharp gasp of disbelief and yet a tremble of pleasure as she felt his drool smothering her in a warm, clinging coating. Ash slurped and licked firmly, the taste of her was making his cock throb and he could feel something else, almost like a tail wagging from his posterior as something inside him told him to keep licking her. He kept slurping and groaning, pulling his hands under to pull her lips open as she gave up a sharp groan of utter delight.

Her hips hoisted upwards, her thighs quivering, her clitoris was throbbing and swollen, her insides were filling with a strange desire to squirt outwards. She was shocked, she’d not felt this kind of sensation so quickly from the others and she gave out a groan of utter delight. Ash continued to stuff his tongue inwards, dragging out her oozing honey, gulping it down and feeling a desire to open his mouth wider and just bite into her flesh. It was such beautiful, tender flesh, he wanted to try and rip this flesh from her body and devour it… something wicked inside him telling him that she was wicked and she deserved to be eaten!

He pulled back suddenly, the thought shocking him despite how hard and painful his cock was as it pressed tightly against his trousers, leaving a dark stain. Margarite slapped her dress down with a groan of frustration, scowling towards Ash with a sneer of fury before she’d looked over his shoulder and her face had gone red. Ash was trembling in terror, on hands and knees as the thought backed out of his mind and yet, he could hear the heavy, familiar boots of his father stomping over. Immediately Margarite opened her arms, making a beckoning motion for Ash to hold her and protect her, before then turning around and ignoring her as his father cleared his throat.

“Head on home Margarite… I won’t say what I saw… but you’d better go on a run to the waterfall and bathe in that ice cold water before you’re home Ash… think very carefully about what you’ve just done with one another and the risks you’re putting each other in.” Dorjan growled firmly as his soon stood up, bobbed his head and then tried to run only to limp off into the woodlands. Dorjan looked down towards Margarite as she straightened up, adjusting her knickers, flushed and clearly not comfortable as she looked at him. She hated the fact he was judging her; she did not like him one bit because he looked… evil to her… but Dorjan just sighed and made a motion to shoo her away as she turned and stormed off. He then gave a sigh, the dead animals hanging over his shoulder stealing that mood from anyone and yet, Dorjan found himself desperate to be with his wife.

Trista had just put the food in the oven when her husband had strolled in, dropped the carcasses off and practically ripped off his shirt with a growl. She’d turned to face him, noticing that beautiful coils of black hair upon his chest and those strong, thick muscles that had not reduced an inch since the birth of their children. She blushed, noticing the obvious bulge in his hose and also feeling a little awkward that she must have aged so much in the past eighteen years. He approached her with heavy strides, wrapping his huge arms around her and then pulling her to his chest as she giggled softly, her warm and seemingly little hands stroking his chest as he bent his head so his lips met hers.

The kiss was rough, a growl seemed to rumble from his throat and his tongue grazed her lips, making her tremble and gasp in excitement. They had so little time till their children would return home and yet Trista knew she needed to satisfy her husband as their tongues rolled against one another and their lips pressed and massaged each other. Her hand went down to the hard lump of flesh, slipping under the trousers to hold the thick, throbbing form that seemed to boil her fingers. Dorjan’s growl deepened and Trista gave a soft chuckle before then stepping back and gently fiddling with her skirts, only for her underwear to slip to the floor. She kicked them aside, out of sight and then turned to lean against the counter, her legs spread as her husband shivered in excitement.

His big body pressed against her back, his hands hitching up her skirts and then lounging them over his abdomen, one big hand guiding himself between her legs where he could feel dew on those lower lips. The other hand wrapped about the front, those long thick fingertips groping her breast then catching a nipple. She gave a sharp gasp of pleasure as he leant his weight into her, his beard and lips scratching the back of her neck as she moaned softly before he squeezed her nipple tightly.

Trista gave a sharp sound, her body tilting forward and then she gave a sharper gasp, feeling his thick head thrust inwards, pulling her open with familiar ease though she tightened around him firmly. He groaned against her neck, licking up towards her ears to make her face burn with excitement and pleasure before the other hand slid about her waist and then down. Those thick fingers began to stroke and scratch her swelling clit, making her gasp and her thighs quiver about his shaft. He felt her open and then he thrust in and out, pushing her down with his weight but rubbing every sensitive part of her with his thick manhood.

They tried to keep their voices down, grunting and groaning as she felt him squeeze and knead one of her breasts in desperation. She felt his thighs clapping against hers, him melting inside only to strike every good spot like he was striking flint. She groaned and whimpered into her lips, her eyes watering as her insides oozed and quivered around him. She grunted with each thrust as she flet his heavy breath upon her shoulders and the huge man seemed to be claiming her more like his canine form than his human one. She groaned as she felt herself tightening and then pouring out pleasure down his length, feeling her own love dribble down her thighs and onto the floor as she moaned into a smothering kiss as he continued to thrust into her, harder and firmer till their clapping bodies seemed to fill her ears.

Then she felt it, that bulging sensation within his form before that thickness sputtered a heavy, thick load deep into her body. She felt it flush upwards with a desperate heat before slithering back down to make her insides itch and writhe about him. He thickened a little more, almost unable to stop as he thrust just a little more before one more spurt emptied him and Dorjan groaned hungrily into her ear. He remained locked with her, feeling her honey and his cream mingling as it slid past his shaft, even splotching onto the floor as it trickled down her legs. She quivered and shivered; he could feel her heart hammering like made beneath the flesh of her breast as he gently released her body then uncoupled.

He was panting heavily, dizzy with clarity and concern that he might have just upset his wife or even himself. He remained with himself out in the open and his wife lounging over the counter, panting heavily although her insides were still twitching, quivering and oozing out his cum with pleasure. Dorjan then gently took the cloth from the washing bowl, soaked it in cleaner water, tucked himself away and then swiftly wiped his wife as Trista shivered and moaned at his touch. He then readjusted her clothing before steering her away from the table and over to the bench. He sat himself down and then her onto his lap, their lips coming together as he cuddled against her as she sighed and laughed softly… exhausted but also rather refreshed to know her husband still had his desires.

But Dorjan could feel something uncomfortable within himself… the sight of his son doing such a thing to that little brat had made something… animalistic… tell him he needed to remain dominant in the area. He could not understand it, was it normal for a man to feel like this? He was scared of himself but… he did not dare say a thing to Trista in case she feared he might cast their children out!