Red had been going in circles, she tried to trace back the last landmark she passed earlier on but the rock formations and the trees that she was seeing around were all the same. Then she followed a trail heading to an inlet and led her into the marsh, she didn’t know if she would be able to go back to where the last sign that she memorized when she entered the dark forest. She planned to harm Georgette and left her in the wilderness but she was the one that was lost. Annoyed and tired, she stomped her feet and marched her way to the grassland, hoping to find someone or something that would help her get out of this forsaken place. She sighed angrily, thinking that Georgette had tricked her and gnawed with loathsome despair to scratch the smile on that bitch’s face. “Bitch! I will kill you if I happen to find you!” she vindicated, throwing an angry fist in the air. She continued to walk, looking around and feeling a little distressed, she felt someone was watching her. She didn’
Blanchett was shaking and anticipating, standing in front of the old woman, whom they considered as the priestess of the Moon, Grand Zelda was getting quite silent for a long while, after she told her about what she found out about her daughter’s lover. “So, what do you think, Old Zelda? How can you interpret the signs?” she asked once again. With pursed lips, the old woman turned, walking slowly heading to her cauldron. She lifted it from the hook and took a handful of the ashes from the unused fire pit then walked to her circle, her witching stuff and herbs, took the runes, and prayed. She was chanting in jibberish, while looking above her head then slowly lifted her two arms, the ashes on her right, and the runes on her left hand. The chanting was getting loud and the old woman's voice was getting pitchy before screaming. Then dropped the ashes and the rune stones on the ground. The stones landed perfectly on the carpet while others were standing to Blanchett’s surprise. The
GEORGETTE was restless upon hearing what the oracle had seen in her near future. She never believed in one because her grandma told her that those things, those people who didn’t practice Christendom and use the method of black magic were evil. Her grandma told her that believing in those practices and faith, would lead anyone to evil and into darkness and God would be angered and punish those people. She was raised believing in God, the All Mighty One, and the only way of redemption to salvation. She is raised as Christian yet, having a half-blood and an affinity to the dark creature, she couldn’t say she fully believes the Doctrine of the High Church regarding Christianity. But the thing that the priestess told her bugged the inside of her. She never wanted to linger on it but her thoughts would always bring her back there, knowing her babe’s welfare was a matter of concern. She was tossing and turning, trying to erase her past trials and troubles when her reverie made her awake
WHEN Georgette woke up, there were noises around her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two or three gals inside her tent, bustling out and busying themselves with chores, hearing their giggling and jesting then halted when they saw her, sitting up and rubbing the sleep in her eyes.“Blessed morning to you, young lady,” one on her right greeted with a smile. The lady was wearing a blue-greenish dress with a decent low cutting of neckline, revealing a slight crevice of her bosom, a bodice that showed her tiny waist, and a nice skirt that flowed like water when she moved. Georgette was enthralled by her beautiful dress but the girl’s facial features were also equally captivating with pearly skin with a sprinkle of freckles running to the bridge of her nose, her thin yet straight nose, her hazel brown pair of eyes glinting with confidence and mirth. And plump bottom lip that had a pigment of red tint, bestowing a benevolent smile. Her crowning glory was a red-brownish locks that reac
Her hips kept rocking and her naked buttocks thudded against the tree trunk as the steady pummelling between her thighs was a lullaby to her as she moaned. His lips captured hers once again as they joined in unison, rutting like wild animals in the forest. Indeed, it was the season for mating and hers was the time of the season when she took any chances and everything that her man would give. Anything to feel his warmth inside her. Even taking her in broad daylight. Under the mild sun of Autumn and in the middle of the darkened forest. She and her man met and made love, for the first time in the season. So she wanted more, to keep it in her memory once again until they met again. On another winter night, under the shining blue moon. Her lover has an enormous appetite. Her skin was sensitive to every kiss and lick of her man, who had been so rough to her lately but not today. He was a bit gentle and amorous. “Faster, Joachim, mmm,” she murmured as her lover was getting as enthusia
It was another sunny day in a little cabin in the backwoods, where the beautiful maiden named Georgette was still sleeping, covered in her favorite blanket. Her grandma was busy cooking in the kitchen, a mouthwatering lamb stew and the aroma of the freshly baked bread was wafting to the air as it was filling the whole place, her grandma sheepishly smiled, knowing it would wake her. Surprisingly, she was right, Georgette put a big crack of a smile on her face as she recognized that smell, her favorite rye bread. It made her rise yawning and sprawling like her pet cat. “Good morning, Oglie, how was your sleep?” she petted her cat, sleeping next to her, curved like a fur ball. She purred and then yawned before going back to her nap. “You go and sleep some more, I have to go down and check what Grandma is cooking today,”She climbed out of her bed, stretched some more before she headed to her small powder room. She splashed her face with water then lathed a lavender soap she made a wee
After a few hours and some dilly-dally, Georgette made it on time, wearing her best suit and gearing for some rigorous activity. She wanted it so bad that she left her undergarment and let the cool wind of the night flow beneath her skirt. She shivered with excitement and cold, it was starless and the bleak sky was a bit strange. She hugged herself as she stood, looking around for her lover. She wore her favorite hood, her long, flowing red riding hood which was once owned by her mother. Her one hell of a slutty mother. Smiling to herself, well, what's the difference? She is just like her mother. The chilly air was biting her skin. She rubbed her palm to her arms and checked her boots, she felt her toes were curling up. She was freezing. Where could Wolfram be at this hour? He should be here right now, she mused. Just as she thought he stood her up, something caught her attention, On the right side above her, she saw something marvelous, something big and standing beautiful. Her
After a long night of exchanging kisses and heart-stopping intercourse, Georgette found herself awake in the middle of the dawn. Quite thirsty and hungry, she gingerly rose from the bed, careful not to wake her man. She smiled when she glanced back at his young, beautiful and virile man. He had worn her out. They did it for almost the rest of the night and stopped at exactly midnight. She blushed when she realized how wanton she was when she wanted to go down and suck his shaft. It gagged her when he pushed himself deeper, making her cough but continued to please him. He has a long weapon of choice and she could still not believe it fit just right inside her. Groaning, she also remembered how painful it was when he first thrust in and out. But it was a wonderful experience. She wonders if this night of mischief will bring her trouble. She was walking painstakingly slow when she stopped in front of crystal clear water in a pool. It seemed to her that it served as his bathtub. She m
WHEN Georgette woke up, there were noises around her. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two or three gals inside her tent, bustling out and busying themselves with chores, hearing their giggling and jesting then halted when they saw her, sitting up and rubbing the sleep in her eyes.“Blessed morning to you, young lady,” one on her right greeted with a smile. The lady was wearing a blue-greenish dress with a decent low cutting of neckline, revealing a slight crevice of her bosom, a bodice that showed her tiny waist, and a nice skirt that flowed like water when she moved. Georgette was enthralled by her beautiful dress but the girl’s facial features were also equally captivating with pearly skin with a sprinkle of freckles running to the bridge of her nose, her thin yet straight nose, her hazel brown pair of eyes glinting with confidence and mirth. And plump bottom lip that had a pigment of red tint, bestowing a benevolent smile. Her crowning glory was a red-brownish locks that reac
GEORGETTE was restless upon hearing what the oracle had seen in her near future. She never believed in one because her grandma told her that those things, those people who didn’t practice Christendom and use the method of black magic were evil. Her grandma told her that believing in those practices and faith, would lead anyone to evil and into darkness and God would be angered and punish those people. She was raised believing in God, the All Mighty One, and the only way of redemption to salvation. She is raised as Christian yet, having a half-blood and an affinity to the dark creature, she couldn’t say she fully believes the Doctrine of the High Church regarding Christianity. But the thing that the priestess told her bugged the inside of her. She never wanted to linger on it but her thoughts would always bring her back there, knowing her babe’s welfare was a matter of concern. She was tossing and turning, trying to erase her past trials and troubles when her reverie made her awake
Blanchett was shaking and anticipating, standing in front of the old woman, whom they considered as the priestess of the Moon, Grand Zelda was getting quite silent for a long while, after she told her about what she found out about her daughter’s lover. “So, what do you think, Old Zelda? How can you interpret the signs?” she asked once again. With pursed lips, the old woman turned, walking slowly heading to her cauldron. She lifted it from the hook and took a handful of the ashes from the unused fire pit then walked to her circle, her witching stuff and herbs, took the runes, and prayed. She was chanting in jibberish, while looking above her head then slowly lifted her two arms, the ashes on her right, and the runes on her left hand. The chanting was getting loud and the old woman's voice was getting pitchy before screaming. Then dropped the ashes and the rune stones on the ground. The stones landed perfectly on the carpet while others were standing to Blanchett’s surprise. The
Red had been going in circles, she tried to trace back the last landmark she passed earlier on but the rock formations and the trees that she was seeing around were all the same. Then she followed a trail heading to an inlet and led her into the marsh, she didn’t know if she would be able to go back to where the last sign that she memorized when she entered the dark forest. She planned to harm Georgette and left her in the wilderness but she was the one that was lost. Annoyed and tired, she stomped her feet and marched her way to the grassland, hoping to find someone or something that would help her get out of this forsaken place. She sighed angrily, thinking that Georgette had tricked her and gnawed with loathsome despair to scratch the smile on that bitch’s face. “Bitch! I will kill you if I happen to find you!” she vindicated, throwing an angry fist in the air. She continued to walk, looking around and feeling a little distressed, she felt someone was watching her. She didn’
Wolfram was agitated. His mind was trying to concentrate on the inauguration of the rain season, to fill every aqueduct and riverbank and flows to the artificial channels preparing for the summer so that in harvesting season, the water supply was sufficient and prevented a drought and barren soil in the heat of this coming summer. He kept his worries at bay but his heart was longing for someone, his loneliness and emptiness were getting stronger as weeks passed by and his mind couldn’t take her away from his reverie. He missed her, so badly. Every time he was alone, he would hear voices, her whispers, her laughter, and her cries. His bonny maiden. His love, his life. His heart is calling for Georgette. His eyes fluttered open, his mind couldn’t keep this up and it might ruin the ritual. “You are quite distraught, my child, what is it? Is it about her again?” The voice from a female vixen broke the silence. He didn’t reply, knowing she already knew. It was a waste of time to deny
Joachim’s stern face scared Blanchett. She knew that her husband wouldn’t like the tidings that she just broke to him lightly, trying to lessen the intensity of his wrath. Soon, he grabbed the table and threw it outside. He snatched another chair and smashed it, she tried to stop him but he was furious, full of emotions and disappointment. It took a while before her husband stopped, sending the whole place into a disastrous sight. “Why did we let this happen to her?” he asked more to himself. Turning his back to her. She knew he was crying, angry, dumbstruck, and guilty, she could tell to his tensed back and panting the anguish of a father who failed to protect his daughter. Blanchett was speechless, she also blamed herself for what happened and why this happened. They abandoned their child, their firstborn child. “This is not your fault, Joachim, we didn’t want this to happen,”“But why my daughter?” he turned, showing his crystal tears and his dejected face. “She’s my daughter
Blanchett watched her son disappear into the forest with his peers, running and squealing, jesting and fooling around. She could still hear them, smiling to herself before she decided to look for her other child. She closed her eyes and let other senses help her in searching, she opened her eyes, getting the exact location. A thing she acquired when she turned together her unique power to sense someone’s intention behind the skin deep. They said it was innate in her, but Joachim concluded that it was her gift.A testament that their ancestors and deity accepted her as their member, she became one of the most powerful bay wolves in the tribe, second to Grand Zelda, the witch doctor and the only eldest left in the Rugabaga tribe. Joachim’s foster mother, whom she considered as her mother-in-law. Her daughter was in the vale, sitting in the huge stone and rock formation that served as the laundry and backwoods of their camp. Sighing, Blanchett realized that her daughter was missing hom
Georgette got bored and tried to ease it by walking out of her tent. Eyes were always on her anywhere she went, hugging herself and tugging her hood up, she hurriedly walked but bumped into someone’s chest. An arm caught her before she fell to the ground, then steadied her back to her feet. “I beg your pardon, Sir... I… was not looking,” she apologized, lowering her head. “It was nothing, young lass, but next time, watch your step,” the man, who saved him spoke and walked to her side. She didn’t look back at him, she didn’t even have a face to look at him but she heard him calling her name. So she turned just to see how charming and captivating the man was with his gorgeous grin and hazel brown eyes. “Welcome to Rugabaga, Georgette,” then he turned his back, leaving her the impression that he was flirting with him with that wink. She shook her head and smiled to herself, then she continued to walk when her brother jumped on her side which made her jerk up. “I got you with that!”
The sound of a loud horn blowing in the air made Georgette yell out and wide awake. Jerking up, she looked at her surroundings, checking where she was and why she was lying on a bed. Slowly sitting up, whispers from the outside of this huge tent, the flap was closed but she could hear the voices of the people, chatting or was it just her imagination? She looked at the interior and spied out for any sign of hostility, a canopy of thick fabric laid decoratively above her head and some outlandish ornaments hanging horizontally in a string tied in the bedpost where she lay. The mattress was tufted, lumps of cotton and sheepskins, sewn pieces to pieces to make a huge twin-sized bed. She also checked the thick yet downy piece of fabric that lay over her as a blanket. She lay it on her cheek and rubbed it against her hand, it was soft as cotton and thick as wool. Then a voice, a lad blurted out, peeping on the flap of the opening and saw her adoring the blanket. “Mom, She’s awake! Come!”