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 marveled at her reflection and the curves she had.They said she was way too tall for her age and stood 5 and seven inches. Also, her ample breasts, curvy hips and rounded rear end are the sight to make her onlookers salivate. Including her mate when he saw her naked for the first.He almost forgot his name. Chuckling for being silly. She took her robe off and dipped her toes into the water. It wasn’t that deep but the water level was at her chest. She swam and dived to cleanse and cool her body. She was a bit surprised that her bruises and some marks on her skin faded away.“Wow, I think this pool is mystical,” she mused. Then she rose and dried herself with a cloth then she looked back to the water that started to glow in a faint light. Then it dispersed upwards as if something fired up like the firecrackers.“This is so weird,” she continued to dry herself and went back to her lover’s chamber.When she returned, Wolfram was also awake, sat up, looked straight at her and smiled. “How was your sleep, milady?”“Not quite good, but my body is rejuvenated, thanks to your magic pool outside,”The expression on his face suddenly changed and furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, magic pool?”“The one that sat to the left, that crystal pool was glowing after I bathed in it,”“You bathed in it? In sacred Amuasa?”She became confused. “that pool is sacred?” suddenly, he grabbed her by the arms and shook her a little.“What did you do? What did you make a wish for? Tell me, Georgette!”“Wolfram, you’re hurting me!” she cried out then pulled herself out from his hold.Realizing his action, his face softened. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean it, I’m sorry, milady,” then he held her in his arms. “I was just scared, that something might happen, I didn’t mean to startle you, I’m sorry,”“It’s fine, I’m just surprised by your reaction, did I do something bad? I promise I didn't know,”Sighing, Wolfram decided to tell her the truth and the secret of that sacred pool.He led her into a chair and they both sat down for a long time tale.“You already know that my clan, the lycanalbino is not just an ordinary wolf clan, my ancestors said that we came from the moon, descendants of the moon god and goddess of forest, the Yomi-Ami, and Gaia-Lungrasia tale, you know that already, right?”She nodded and listened closely.“Well, for centuries, our clan had been hunted and close to extinction, thanks to the strife and misdeeds of your clan, the Wolfen-noir,”“Hey, that’s my lineage!” she put a light dab on his arm which he laughed. “The fault of our father is not the fault of his sons and daughters,”“Okay, my bad, well, it is a history of bloodshed and rivalries, clans over clans, good thing, a clever shaman and a lovely she-wolf mediated and nursed the wound, the bloodbath stopped but also blossomed a romance between the two but not everyone was happy about it, evildoers, witches and evil spirits conspired to separate the couple, but love is much powerful than them, it the end, they won only to outlive her lover, so she traded her immortality to be with her lover and left her duty to the clan she belonged to, and that’s where my clan emerged, it became a gift and a curse to us, and for so many times, everyone with evil intention wanted to seek and grasp on the opportunity to have that power, that is why it is called Amuasa, the sacred pool of life, it didn’t become an asset at first but my clan tried to protect it for years, decade and even in a millennium,but the damage had been done and far from over, so my clan, made a truce, a solemn devotion to the deity of the night and moon, that they will protect at all cost the mysteries of the clan and its serving purpose, which go down to me, as the lone heir and the only purebred white wolf,”“What’s the connection of your story and to that sacred pool I just dumbly trespassed?” curiosity got her.Wolfram let out a sigh. “Well, that thing, that sacred pool you just swam in is magical, it granted a wish even if it was dumbly spoken or just taken for a whim, that's why I ask you if you made a wish while you are in the pool,”She tried to recall the time she was inside the pool. “Well, I can't recall clearly but inside my head, I was adoring my features and assets, like, whenever I looked into the mirror, please don’t laugh,”“You narcissistic vain,”He couldn’t help but snicker so she hit him again with her mettlesome hand. He pulled her and let her sit on his lap. “I’m sorry, I raised my voice on you,” then placed a kiss on her nape.“I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t wander off and jump on any body of water for a refreshing bath,”He was laughing again. “You could have asked me, I can join you there,”Georgette frowned and slapped his shoulder again which made him laugh harder.Before sighing after that hearty laughter. “How can I never love you, Georgie, you’re just so irresistible,”She felt his kisses were going wild and hot so she stopped him and cupped his face. “Wolfie, enough, I need to get back before my granny wakes up,”He snorted in dismay and continued to kiss her cheek and then her collarbone. She held his face and kissed his lips instead. “I need to fix myself, I need to go home now,”She heard his grumble and buried his face between the hollow of her shoulder and neck. “I wanted you to stay longer, I want to spend more time with you,”“I’d love to, but, I need to go back to my granny, she will freak out if she wakes up and finds no Red Riding Hood inside her room,”He sighed deeply before he released her. “Okay but, later this evening, I’ll sneak you out,”She smiled and agreed with a kiss. “I’d love to see you tonight again,”Their eyes were locked and with that intense gaze, they grabbed each other and sucked each other’s face again. She yielded and let him suck her inner cheek, angled her and dived deep into her mouth.They were making out and it took only a minute that she was halfway naked while he was fully aroused. They both stopped, knowing they were beyond their limits.“How I wish I could be with you, forever, Wolfram,” she mused, curling his chest with her finger.“I would be happy to enslave you and tie you in my bed and make love to you all day long,”She giggled and stole a kiss from his lips. “I’d love to be tied and held captive in your chamber forever,” before sighing, I wish I could just cut myself into two so I could spend time with you, while not giving my old lady a heart attack,”Wolfram stared at her seriously. “Don’t make a silly wish, I told you,”“Oops, sorry! How can I take it back?” she gasped, putting her fingers on her mouth. Taking his words seriously.His face went grim before he laughed then took them off her face and kissed her. “It won’t be a double wish come true, although, the first wish is already granted,” he sneakily stole more kisses on her and squeezed her tight.“Will you walk me home?” she asked, looking into his eyes and falling in a steady gaze.“Of course, milady, now that you’re mated with me, I can’t allow anyone to steal you from me, not even a glimpse of your beauty,” then put his lips on her half-closed eyes. “Let's get you dressed and start walking,”A few minutes later, they were both dressed and happily walking in the forest while holding hands. She couldn’t contain her happiness and exuded in her pinkish face. Her smile was ear to ear, while Wolfram was just spying on her also his smile couldn’t go away.They passed the glen, the riverside and reached the gully and backwoods. Georgette stopped and faced her lover, tiptoed, and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for walking me home,”“My pleasure milady,” he replied and pulled her into his arm and kissed her passionately.“I will see you tonight,”“That’s a promise,” smiling, she sniffed his scent. “I wanted to be your wife,”“It’s too early, milady but, after last night, I couldn’t help but wonder if I could keep you right next to me,”She moaned as he kissed her neck and sucked it. It took a while before they got separated, her gaze was on his back as he walked up the hill.Georgette cavorted her way down, singing a singsong inside her head.Meanwhile, in the darkened forest, lay a mysterious creature that is about to rise and will start a blunder that no one else can fix.Her eyes fluttered open and blinded by a sheer light that slipped through the thick foliage around the trees. She sat up, feeling a bit dizzy and her sight blurry due to temporary blindness before she looked around her, she was fully naked and lying on the leaves sodded floor of the forest. Dried leaves, some vines and crawling roots. Then she looked at herself. Without rhyme or reason, she walked idly, even her legs were wobbly. Her head was ringing and throbbing, she had to stop and lean on the nearest trunk. Then her eyes glued to the reflection in the water, her beautiful and ravishing image. She suddenly touched her face, shocked to have a pair of baby blue eyes, a thin straight nose and a thick lower lip, she cracked into a wide smile. “A las, I had a flesh and this wonderful face!” she exclaimed, still couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “I have to explore this body, I have to warm this skin, I want to…” she paused. “Get laid,” her wicked smile was plastered on her lovel
It was the break of dawn when the old man finished his work and fell asleep in the chair. He was dreaming of running after his toddler in the field while his heavily pregnant wife was smiling at them, waiting for them to come home. He smiled, painting a picture-perfect family together with little Miss Riding Hood when he was awakened by a voice whispering to his ear.He jolted and realized he was tied up in the chair where he sat and fell asleep. The giggling continued, so he looked around and saw the girl, wearing the boots he'd made overnight. “This is wonderful, grandpa, it’s light and feels comfortable,” the girl danced around, she was wearing a familiar dress. The one with a corset and fine lace, satin petticoat and dark red skirt. She was tall and the hem of the skirt was pretty short for her but the bodice and the sleeves fit perfectly for her. She was breathtaking but the old man didn’t like that dress. He frowned. “Where did you get that dress?” anger bit his heart and it
Red Riding Hood walked for several hours and felt tired and a little hungry. So sat on the log and opened her basket to get the food she’d carried with her. She partook a dried morsel, she tasted it as lamb meat and honey-cured ham. She also sliced the rye bread and drank from the wineskin she filled with water in a spring she passed by on her way. After a small picnic, she started walking, still carrying the basket and crossed the river down the hill and met an unaware woman carrying a large basket on her hip, presumably going to the river to wash the laundry. “Excuse Ma’am,” she started. “Where is this route heading? Is this the way to the town?”The laundress was surprised but smiled. “No, you’re heading to backwoods, my dear, you aren’t playing dumb to me, are you, Georgette? You know you’re way to your home,” while shaking her head. Riding Hood was stunned for words but recovered quickly. “You call me…Georgette?”The madam turned her head again, nodding. “That’s your name, or
Georgette spent the most splendid time of her life, helping her aging grandma with their household chores, starting to learn to cook meals specifically, baking goodies for their small trading while going out in the woods and sneaking to meet her lover, Wolfram at night. They would spend a blissful evening, dancing, singing and making love under the velvet night sky and taking shelter in his warm arms, wondering if they could finally announce their marital union. “I didn’t want this to end, Wolfie,” she sighed while nestling in his chest. Wolfram kissed her temple, shifting to accommodate her with his body as her bed and providing warmth for both of them. Sighing while looking aimlessly at the atrium of the cave. Keeping his silent and anticipating the impending tears that were threatening to fall anytime soon in her eyes. They just spent a romantic evening, ate their sup together in the candlelit banquet and made love after. Lying comfortably on his thick wool blanket and fur car
Riding Hood had it her way. She spent the day, completely consumed by her unruly display of lewd behavior, being had by men she just met in the street even in broad daylight, taking nothing but their strength and a few invaluable belongings. She spread her legs to older men, poked fun at the wee lad and got high in fever with her favorite lover, Salvatore, with whom she spent most of her nights in town, in return, he bought her lavish gifts and took her to a fine pub and imbibed liquor after a hearty meal before going down to their night time conquest. Either he or she controlled the game but both gained and met their needs for carnal love. After a month of living a debaucherous life, she had made a reputation, as a man-eater minx, equal to a lady killer in the form of a woman. But the town was small of her big appetite so she decided to go back to the forest and traveled to the uncharted place where she could find more men to taste and what could this life do to her. She consider
“I love you,” Were the words that came out from her lover, her man at the moment after their full-blown sex in broad daylight yesterday. She was used to getting had in mid day, in fact, this was also the time she lost her innocence with the same man but what confused her was his words, ‘I love you’ that she often heard from the men she had lain with before, after him, it was nonsense to her, she didn’t believe it, but when it came out to his mouth, it hit different. She felt it and she was terrified, for once in her life, she never felt this way. He loves her, regardless of her wanton nature and mischief before. She already told him that after him, she had other encounters with men and she had fun, he just shrugged that off and told her. “I've been there before, young lass, that was not new to me, the important thing to me is I am your first and hopefully, going to be your last,” That nonchalant demeanor and lousy confession of his feelings for her had made her more confused and k
Georgette spent the past month with worrisome and became morose knowing Wolfram would not going to come back anytime soon. It was just spring time and the month of harvest season, which was around August to September, took about three to four months. She terribly missed her lover, and she always fantasized he was just around and silently watching her like he did before, when they were both wee lass and lad. Smiling, Georgette remembered the first time she met him. He was, unlikely the man that she imagined to be, he was a trickster, often ploy to make her cry or shoo her away. He abhorred any kind of interaction with humans and he often did his thing alone. Like she also did before. As a child of her carefree mother and sired by her notorious father, growing up was never easy for her. Lucinde, her grandma raised her after her mother eloped with her father, she was just two years and three weeks when her mother went on a journey, no one heard about her until she came back two years l
Georgette was attacked with hiccups and a runny nose as she stood at the door of their little cabin. She wiped her tears dry but it seemed her waterworks were acting up due to her early condition. She counted the days and marked that it had been a month away and five days since her last visit and she hadn’t bled yet. She concluded that she missed her visit, two days after she lost her maidenhead to her lover, who unbeknownst to him, that she was expecting their first love child. Georgette gave a last glance at the house, remembering the memories that she had in this humble hut. With a pang of guilt, she touched the door, bowed her head, and prayed. “Please, take care of yourself, Grandma, you will always be in my mind, praying for your happiness, and will include you in my every prayer at night. I wish you that your ailings would be easy on you and hope for better days for you to recuperate. I ask you to always put on a thick blanket when you sleep and don’t forget to close the win
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!”