Goldenlocks and Her Forbidden Desire (3 page)

I yelped and jerked away, for his skin was searing hot. "Papa?" I asked with concern.

"Relax," he repeated calmly and touched me again.

I gritted my teeth as my flesh stung. But I endured, taking long deep breaths to calm my nerves.

Soon the heat became more tolerable as it spread down my legs and up my back. My body tingled and the strange feeling filled me with easing comfort. My aches ebbed away and I felt rested, rejuvenated, as if I'd woken from a long, deep sleep.

His hands slowly traced down my thighs and a new sensation danced through my body. It was alluring and hypnotic; his fingers playing over my skin, gently massaging lines and circles.

I sighed, and closed my eyes, relishing his touch. Then, as he braced his knees on either side of my head and bent further over me, I found myself looking up his robes.

It was a surprise to see his manhood hanging above me. But I tried to ignore it, as I didn't want to interrupt his ministrations. He obviously didn't realize he had exposed himself to me, and truthfully, I didn't know what to do.

Naughty thoughts dripped down to my crotch and a grin played on my face as I kept the secret to myself.

But as his warm lips touched the soft skin of my inner thigh, and I moaned from his touch, his cock grew, curving upward at the tip. I was fascinated.

I witnessed mating only at a distance. Never had I seen a man's organ extend at such an intimate proximity.

Then his tongue traveled down my leg, caressing the joint next to my crotch. I gasped and closed my eyes as tingles of pleasure gently washed up my body. A blush crept into my cheeks with the sense of vulnerable newness.
No one has ever done this to me before,
I thought.
It feels wonderful.

He softly tasted me, licking between my lips and brushing my nub. My body jerked and a shuddering whimper exhaled out of my throat. Then his mouth closed over my mound and he sucked, flicking as he pulled at my skin. And my back arched from the surge through my nerves.

I opened my eyes as I panted, idly watching his cock swing and bob with the rhythm of his body.
He knows what I taste like.
I thought with intimate embarrassment.
I wonder what his flesh is like?

Then, my eyes widened as a pearl of liquid formed at the tip. As his tongue fluttered over my clit and my body twitched from the intense shocks, the drop slowly slid off the head of his cock. Dangling in the air, its crystal tail extended as it neared my face.

I reached my tongue out and caught it, pulling the long glistening string into my mouth. The taste was slightly salty, but clean, and not unpleasant. Like the ocean, I thought with a grin.

My curiosity wore down my inhibitions and I stretched my tongue out further. Lightly, I caressed the underside of his cock. His skin was fresh, like a pleasant summer day, with hints of sweat and primal masculinity.

His body stiffened and he jerked his head up from my crotch. Then I wrapped my lips around the head, sucking more of his juice with my mouth, and a groan rolled through his chest.

Spreading his legs further apart, he relaxed as he lowered his hips to give me better reach. And he returned to licking my tender lips as he gently bucked, pushing his length into my throat.

I was concerned I might gag for he was quite long. But I focused on breathing through my nose, and relished the firm wet tongue rubbing my mound. I also found that if I tilted my head back a little, his cock slid easily, without hitting the back of my mouth.

He licked down to my opening and pressed the tip against my entrance. But my virgin's curtain pushed back, preventing him from going deeper. So he traced further down, tickling my forbidden hole. I jumped with surprise and a squeak died in my throat, speared by his long cock.

My eyes tracked up to his balls, hanging over my nose, and the subtle crease between his ass cheeks. I wanted to explore, too. To feel the tender, secret places beneath his white robes.

So I moved a hand up and traced my fingertips along the soft, sagging skin of his balls. He moaned into my crotch and his back tightened, twitching from my touch. And as I felt up to the delicate ridge under his ass, his thrusts became more frantic, impaling my throat with his rod.

I squeezed my eyes shut as a rolling sensation spread from my crotch. His fingers found my nub and he wiggled them back and forth, quickly flicking over my ridge. The tip of his tongue probed at the tight ring of my ass, testing, pushing to breach me.

My finger glided over the puckered flesh of his hole and his back shuddered, his thighs pulling further apart, pressing his body to my face.

Tears formed in my clenched eyes and my throat tightened around his cock, as it skewered me to the base. His fine hair tickled my chin and his soft sack pressed to my nose.

Then I felt him throb, and his ass spasmed under my fingertips. I massaged the ridge between his rear entrance and his balls, delighting in the muscle pulsing against my hand.

I did choke then, but only once as his length lurched, spurting liquid into my throat. But I held my breath, forcing myself to relax as his cock danced and pumped in my mouth. It tastes like thin, salty porridge, I thought with surprise.

My hands sank into fur and I opened my eyes with confusion. Thick bear-feet straddled my head and his body was covered in a tan-colored coat of dense animal hair.

He grunted and pulled his twitching cock out of my mouth as he straightened.

"Papa," I yelped in a panic. Quickly, I rolled onto my knees before his beast form as I wiped his essence from my lips. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have—"

But he stared at me with passive, beady eyes as he licked his wide muzzle and shook his large head. Then he lifted one of his paws. In his grip he held the gold cord he'd been wearing.

With my palms turned up, I accepted his gift, and staring at the fine quality of the rope. It almost looked like real gold fibers mixed in with the soft threads.

"Thank you—" I said as I looked up from the cord.

But he had lumbered off, over to one end of the bluff. I only caught sight of his large, round rump before he disappeared over the edge.

"Papa, wait!" I yelled as I grabbed the antlers and jumped to my feet.

When I reached the spot where I'd last seen him, I found only foggy cloud cover. I scanned downward, but the thick blanket of mist was impenetrable, like the threshold of another world. There were no signs of life.

I secured the cord around my waist and the helm around my neck and carefully leveraged myself down the fragile rock face. As I descended below the wispy, damp clouds, the wide hillside and long plains came into view. But the tan bear was nowhere to be found.

I privately cursed myself. I'd gotten carried away and given in to foolish desires, twice now, with two of my fathers. And once they were satiated, they'd both taken their animal forms and wandered away, with no further concern for my problems.

A chilly gust blew up my skirt, whipping the rough fabric against my legs. I shivered as the cold seeped back into my bones and my cheeks began to burn. Then I tucked my hands back under my breasts and made the long, wet hike back down to the lowlands.

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HE constant drizzle soaked my wool clothes, and the cold sapped away the last of my energy. My leather boots squished and dragged in the mud. The shivering of my muscles had slowed to a dull, sporadic tremor. In a haze of bitter numbness, I walked, with my only focus on the next step.

As I yawned, I found it strange that I felt more comfortable. An unnatural heat spread out from my chest and down my belly. But a part of me knew it was a dangerous trick, like water over a bog pit. I had heard about those who succumbed to the cold; they just lay down and fell into eternal sleep.

Blinking my heavy eyelids, I knew I had to find shelter, and soon. I could tell by the dimming light through the cloud cover, that night approached with haste.
If it freezes, I won't survive,
I thought with morbid frankness.
But what else can I do?

In front of me and to my right, the long pastures stretched to the horizon, a sea of soggy grass and mud puddles. If I continued in that direction I would eventually reach my village. But I didn't want to see the death and destruction brought upon my people. They would rebuild and carry on, of course—we always have. But it would be days, maybe weeks before any huts would be erected. Most like, the villagers would be scattered and need to regroup first.

There was nothing I could do for them now.

To my left the forest loomed, its foreboding darkness a warning, stay out.

My knee gave way and my hand pressed into the mud, bracing me as I stumbled. It was difficult to move and the weight of my waterlogged skirt pulled on me like stone.

Then I eyed the tree line. I'm sorry, Elder Bear. I must disobey you once again.

I gritted my teeth and with sheer determination, I forced myself back up to my feet. Teetering on weak legs, I took a step. Then another.

Soon I entered the cover of trees and the rain lightened to sporadic drops of water.

I blinked my heavy eyelids as the undergrowth closed in around me. But on the edge of my consciousness, I noticed the deep woods were eerie and silent. There were no rustles of birds, nor animals. By some otherworldly trickery, I was alone in the murky forest and as I trudged onward, shadowy whispers pried at my mind.

Just lay down and rest.

And I started to listen. My knees refused to move as I stood, a futile tremor rolled through my jaw. It wouldn't hurt to stop for a few minutes. Just long enough to get my energy back.

My chin jerked up as I fought the sleep that pulled at my eyelids and threatened to drag me to the soggy ground.

Then my instincts flashed awake as I caught the juicy odor of cooking meat. A deep rumble shook my belly as my stomach grumbled. It had been over a day since I had eaten and my legs came alive as I sprinted toward the source of the smell. It was rich and sharp, and my mouth watered as I imagined how it would taste to sink my teeth into the roasted flesh.

I stopped in my tracks as my eyes focused on a flickering yellow light. Through the screen of thick trunks and dense brush, I saw the glow of a small fire, illuminating a wide rock overhang. Hanging on a makeshift spit, hunks of meat popped and sizzled over the flames.

I licked my lips and took a step.

Then, under the natural shelter, I spied the dark coat and rounded shape of a bear. I gulped.
If Elder catches me here...
I thought for a fleeting moment.

But as the beast rose, I saw burning red highlights in the dark fur. And as I watched, the broad silhouette dissipated and the muscled shape of a naked man stood in its place.

The light from the fire lit up his profile, shining over the ridge of his chest and the thick ruts over his ribs. Then a wide wrap of red and green cloth materialized around his waist, covering his thighs, followed by a large round shield and sword, slung over his back. A thick, pearl-white wolf's coat wrapped around his shoulders, like a mantle of victory.

He turned his head toward me, his bright red hair framing a smooth, strong jawline and deep green eyes that twinkled in the dim light.

"Aurea?" He asked in a husky voice.

I shivered and my voice croaked. "Da." Tears fell from my face but I hardly felt them over my numb skin.

"By the gods, what are you doing here?" He brushed through the foliage, sweeping back branches with his thick arms.

As he reached me, I could only stare up at him through the wet hair sticking to my face. My limbs gave up the fight and my knees sagged limply to the ground. But I kept my head up, my chin trembling as he seemed to float away with the trees and the bitter cold.

I was back in the village on a warm autumn day, a bloody gash on my adolescent knee, looking up into those same intense eyes. It was the first time I saw him, after the union with my mother. And although he looked intimidating with his battered shield and sharp sword, he smiled at me as his brows pinched together with concern. The compassion on his face and the heartfelt sympathy in his expression, poured on to me, warming my soul.

He had plucked me up off the ground and held me, with my head lolled over his shoulder as he carried me back to my hut. I hugged him tightly as I bounced to his gait, never wanting to leave his arms.

With a blink I woke, staring at the bright orange flames of the fire as I lay on my side. The heat radiated over my face and along my body, warming me like a blissful dream. Soft fur enveloped me, caressing my bare skin with insulating comfort.

I looked up and saw my gray dress hanging from a rough hanger of sticks. My boots sat next to the fire, the fabric becoming lighter in color as the damp evaporated from the soft leather.

My hand shot up to my naked chest and I gulped as a blush spread to my cheeks.

Then a gentle hand patted my covered side.

I turned my head and saw Father Bear sitting next to me with his legs crossed, the red and green cloth still wrapped around his waist, stretching across his lap. Other than that, he was bare-chested.

Out of curiosity, I lifted the animal hide blanket that surrounded me and saw the white fur of the cloak he'd worn earlier.

"Would you like something to eat?" He asked softly.

My stomach jumped. Nodding frantically, I sat up, careful to keep the wolf pelt closed over my nakedness. I reached one of my bare arms out, like a beggar on the road, and he handed me a leg of roast. I ripped into the sweet, hearty meat like an animal. The tender strips tore away from the bone in easy bites and I wolfed it down as pleasure filled my belly.

With a quirky smile, he chuckled as he watched me. Then he shook his head. "What happened to you, Goldenlocks?"

"Mef muffer," I mumbled, as hot juice ran down my chin.

"Take your time, Aurea." He laughed, waving a hand. "Chew first then you can tell me." As I gnawed the last of the scraps off the bone, he reached to his side and plucked a water bladder from under a tree stump. Then he took a long swallow before offering it to me.