All Chapters of FOREST BRIDE (a gift from the river god): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The touch and feel of his lips on hers was a lot of things. It felt a lot of things as well but either way, she loved it. He stopped after the first time to look her in the eyes and tell her reaction but she was doing nothing. Her eyes were fixed on his face unmoving as her hands instinctively traced her lips. He had to smile at her reaction. It was obvious she was a virgin through and through. She looked really beautiful even with the dried tears streak on her face. He should have contained his beast but her lips were still inviting him to claim them. He wanted more of her and this was his only chance before she realized and switched back to her initial brooding self. It was only a matter of time before she felt angered and resisted him. Then he might have to start afresh trying to win her booty. He leant forward and took her lips aggressively like he was actually starving and they were the only food for him. She tried to protest but all he heard were coos and groans. He explored her

She was sleeping now, and all he could do was watch her. Earlier he had been skeptical about what he would be doing with her and decided to let her be. He had not gathered her closer into his arms like he yearned for. He kept lying to himself that it was what he had to do to conquer whatever it was he felt for her. He however knew within him that he was lying to himself. He wanted her but was too proud to admit it. Or rather, he was too scared to admit it. He had lost a woman before, he could not betray her for another one now. Thus, he laid back on his own side of the bed. Eventually, she gathered herself and dozed off out of weakness and tiredness. She was naked when he turned around to look at her. Elbows propped up and eyes staring intently at her, he could not help but admire her. She was more than what any man would actually desire and there she was, his for the claiming. He wanted her even more but could not bring himself to accept her. It would be better if she stayed away fr

Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw her; the older woman walked into the room. She had actually missed this friendly face even though she barely said anything to her. The barbarian had left her on the bed sore all over thanks to whatever it was he did the previous night. Now, she was sitting on the bed after she had managed to pull on the blood stained robe she had been wearing. She had been wondering what her fate would be after he had spilled her blood ( hymen) and if she would be bringing forth his children. Of course, Arawa had no idea that he spilled away his seed and even if she had noticed, she would not have understood it. That morning, he had barely treated her with so much care as she now craved for. She now made up her mind that she did not want to bear his children. He was too uncaring and selfish for her liking and it was obvious that whatever children she brought forth in his name would suffer greatly from lack of fatherly love and attention. Her father had not been cari

Arawa remained mute as she kept walking. The other lady was just before them while this chattering one would not just take a hint and zip it up. Well, you cannot really blame her per say, she has never had a friend before; a girlfriend I mean. To Arawa, this one could be one of the barbarian scum ploy to get close to her. He wanted obviously to keep her monitored and under his watchful eyes. Well, she was not going to give him the humor of that now, she had to up her guard and not say a single word. Probably, the girl would get rather bored of her and stalk away. They always do, it had been her way in the village. Back then, most times the village girls out of curiosity and mischievous reasons tried playing all nice and goody two shoes with her. It had taken her several times to actually come to the realization that all these were decoys and ways to draw closer to her . To them, Arawa was hiding something. Something related to how good she looked. But when they seemed not to be gaini

Arawa had to give up trying to detach herself from his firm grasp on her hand. She let him propel her forward until they got to the dreaded torturers dungeon. Arawa swallowed hard as she wondered what he was playing at, what were they doing there. He furiously tugged her directly inside there and the first thing she discovered was the reek of the place. It smelt of blood and rotten flesh. Arawa's body was clothed with goose pimples as she could almost feel the pain of everyone who had gone there. Right now, she was no longer running as she had been earlier when he had dragged her in a mad man's frenzy. They were walking but his grip on her hand had not in one bit slackened. Well, she had to follow him now. The place was really big and dark. Its sources of light were oddly familiar, few tiny windows above anyone's reach and the burning torches. It did give little illumination. But she could guess that was the plan for its establishment. The dimly lit room seemed to provoke fear to pro