Goldenlocks and Her Forbidden Desire (5 page)

She raised her head and the glow spread up to her glistening eyes. There was an eternal sadness to them, as if set in stone, trapped in the shadows of her hood. "My time has come and gone. It is
your
time now."

Then the fog thickened, sliding over the water and blanketing the boat. Her head lowered and her face disappeared in darkness, as her body became in shrouded in gray wisps.

"Mother, don't go. Please!" I cried.

But my voice echoed into the emptiness. Soon the light faded, and the sound of my sobs died in the thick, silent void.

***

M
Y eyes fluttered open. The wood from the fire was reduced to stale smoke and cold ash, scattered on the sandy floor.

A diffused light radiated from the opening of the cave but goose bumps spread over my skin from the chilly, damp air. As I rose to my feet, I pulled the wolf pelt over my shoulders and clutched the rough edges to my chest.

Father Bear stood by the entrance, his red and green cloth wrap around his waist. There was a focused intensity in his eyes as he stared out into the dim fog. I approached him and gently placed a hand on his rigid arm.

In front of the cave lay a slab of rock, wider than a bed. At one side, a staff of gnarled wood was stuck in the ground, erect next to the gray stone.

Then I saw what held his attention.

On the other side of the rock, partially obscured by the wispy mist, two men stood; one in stag leathers, the other in a white robe. Their eyes glistened as they stared back at me but they remained still, like sentinels awaiting a command.
The guardians have found me, as my mother foretold.

"You know why they have come," Da stated, his jaw tight from his clenched teeth.

"I do," I acknowledged.

He glanced at me, his eyes searching mine.

"It must be done," I said, my words sounding more assured than I felt.

He nodded. "I will be with you. Do not be afraid."

I reached up and pulled his head down, planting a kiss on his regal forehead.

Then I turned and walked out into the mist. The wolf pelt slipped from my fingers as I sauntered, and the heavy fur dropped to the sandy floor behind me.

With confident hands, I braced my palms on the rock edge, and climbed onto the hard, flat surface. I knelt on the stone as my nipples hardened in the chilly air. Then I took a deep breath and opened my arms to the men who had helped raise me.

Elder approached first, stabbing his spear into the ground before striding to the edge of the slab. He stepped onto the stone with hunger in his green eyes, and a stoic set to his jaw.

"Now you know why I commanded you to stay away from the forest."

"Yes," I replied with a solemn nod.

His imposing form loomed above me and he frowned. With a quick motion, he leaned forward and grasped my arm. Then he flipped me onto my hands and knees.

"In any case, I see my discipline had little effect."

He tightened his grip, twisting my wrist behind my back as I gasped. His other hand patted my backside—not roughly as before, but just firm enough to assert himself. I winced, biting back the response on the tip of my tongue.
His discipline had an effect, just not the one he intended.

Elder let go of my arm and I braced myself as he unlaced his pants. Taking deep breaths, I closed my eyes, urging myself to relax. It was one thing to couple in the warmth of a cave. Exposed to the open air, for all the heavens to see, was quite another.

Then I felt a soft hand on my ear and glanced up. Da stood in front of me as he placed the antler helm on my head. "Have strength," he whispered and secured the straps under my chin. The wide rack was heavy but I strained my neck, stubbornly lifting the branching tines high into the air.

As he backed away, Elder gripped my hips, yanking me back and the tip of his cock pushed against my opening. I stifled a cry for I was still healing from the previous night. And as he pierced me, his girth split me open again, the proof trailing down my lips and dripping off my mound onto the smooth stone beneath me.

I stared at Father Bear, in his plaid wrap, and his shock of red hair framing his face. An enigmatic smile subtly curved his lips, stuck between concern and pride.
Have strength
, I repeated to myself.

Then I did cry out, as Elder impaled me to the hilt, his firm abdomen crushing against my tender crotch. The antlers swayed as he rocked into me, slamming my body with each thrust. I felt his rod, pushing and stretching my depths. And each time he slipped into me, the pain eased, replaced by a warmth, blooming in waves from my core.

My whimpers dulled to a low moan in my chest and I felt like an animal, my instincts chaining me to the pleasure coursing through my veins.

As I succumbed to the primitive need of the forest, I realized that I no longer had to hide my desire. There was no shame in the longing I'd felt for the guardians. This was my calling, an ancient dance dating back to the first pact mankind had made with the wild.

Elder grunted and pinned me to him, holding me as his hands dug into my flesh. Then his body trembled, his cock lurching and swelling in my tight opening. And as he spurted, pumping his seed inside me, a deep roar blew across my back.

Claws raked my skin and he bucked, emptying the last of his essence in me. Then he withdrew, and rolled over on the rock, black fur covering his hulking body. His glistening cock lay limply on his black bear-leg and his lip curled. But he lowered his wide head in submission to me.

I sat up as Papa climbed onto the rock. "I should have seen this earlier," he intoned as he opened his white robes. "Fate has brought you to us today."

"No, Papa," I said as I looked back at him. "Fate is what happened to my people. I chose to be here."

His eyes widened, and then he smiled softly. "That you have, Goldenlocks." He stared at me with his hands resting on his knees.

Gentle fingers brushed my waist and I glanced down. Da wrapped the golden cord around me and secured the tie over my navel. "Have wisdom," he murmured. And, once again, he stepped back.

I reached for Papa and pulled him closer. Then I spread my legs as he mounted me. Even with his leaner body, his weight pushed me down, pressing my back to the cool stone. And his cock slid inside me, easier than before. But I saw a flash of white, as a sting clenched my opening, and I felt more of my life's blood trickle down my backside.

"Relax, little one," he whispered. And as he moved his pelvis, slipping his rod in and out of me, the acute pain faded, replaced by the warmth of his hot skin. I leaned my head back and the antlers rattled on the rock face, vibrating from the bucking of his hips. The rope rubbed my flesh, burning like a slow fire. But I embraced it, knowing I would own him, as much as he owned me in that moment.

"Papa," I moaned and panted as he slammed me against the hard stone. A well of pleasure bubbled inside me with each stroke of his jabbing cock. He growled, deep in his chest, his muscles tense and his back arching over me.

Then sharp teeth brushed the sensitive flesh of my throat. And as he huffed his warm breath across my neck, his cock flooded me with his searing hot seed.

His thick tan coat pressed against me, his immense weight threatening the break me. But he held me captive as he thrust the last of his lust into my aching depths.

As if snapping out of a dream, or dropping into one, he shook his head and crawled off me. His long rod pulled my body up with him, his girth wedged inside me. Then it released me, slipping out to dangle between his legs. Without another glance, he bowed as he lay down next to me.

I was flanked by warm bear coats on the wide stone and I raked my fingers through their thick fur. Papa clacked his teeth in his lowered head and Elder glanced up with obsidian eyes as he rested his muzzle on a black paw.
They are mine as much as I am theirs.

"Have courage," Da said as he climbed onto the rock, naked except for the white wolf pelt, clutched in his hand. "For you are the new protector of this realm."

Then he sat, crossing his legs in front of me and motioned me forward. I scooted up onto his lap, my legs spread around his sides. And he wrapped the wolf coat around my shoulders before he embraced me.

I stretched my arms around his neck and rested my head against his brow as his hardness brushed my sore, aching pussy. Exhaustion weakened my muscles but I wanted him again.

A gasp sucked into my chest as his girth stretched into me. It burned, mingling pain with desire, blurring the agony into my arousal. I had already felt the change in me; a tingling in my belly, a heightening of my senses, an awakening. And I rode the sensations, as I straddled his cock, willing him to drive me harder, faster, until all sight and sound were obliterated, leaving only the heat of our bodies.

Within that poignant intensity, a new flare of awareness burned in my mind.
We will bring new life.
My fertile body, the mingled essence of their three distinct aspects.
Together we will set the seasons right.

My head leaned back, and I clenched my eyes as I crested. The waves poured out from my core, tearing through my nerves with shocking, thrashing pleasure. I writhed on him like a woman possessed, the antlers swaying as my back arched and tremors shook my muscles.

Then he groaned, and his cock lurched, as my tender lips clenched his base, spasming with the pumping of his length.

Their seed was already in me, giving life to the spark deep inside my body. But I relished the wash of his climax. It was a sign of his possession, a symbol of our union. And I cradled his head, planting kisses on his slick forehead, as he twitched and throbbed.

His lips parted as he stared up at me. Then red fur spread over his body and a muzzle grew out of his face. His head rose above me as his body swelled into his massive beast form. But I held him tighter, pressing my skin against the dense coat.
Don't go,
I pleaded internally.
Not just yet.

As if he read my mind, he sat still, refusing to leave me, even as his cock softened, and eventually slipped out of me. So I closed my eyes and sighed against him, as my other two mates rested on either side of me.

***

T
HE wolfmen poured across the plains, trampling the grass, and tearing up topsoil as their stampede closed in on the forest. They howled and panted with madness, hunger, hedonistic joy.

As long as the cold season held the land in its grip, the beasts became more powerful. With their new strength they could leave the icy north and move freely into the lowlands. Maybe take over the warmer forest, once they defeated the guardians. Abundant with prey and closer to the human villages, the trees would give them free reign to hunt and fuck as they pleased.

It was a new day for the beasts of the north and they were confident in their success.

The tree line came into view, hazy in the thick, chilly fog blanketing the hillsides.

Then they skidded to a halt, forming up in a thick line of wolf-flesh, half a dozen deep and stretching along the seam between forest and grassland.

Gnashing their teeth and snarling puffs of steam into the air, they dared the bear-gods to come out into the open, where they would feast on their heavenly meat.

As if answering their call, shadowy figures emerged from behind the thick trunks of the trees, lumbering slowly out of the mist. At first they recognized the rounded shapes of the demigods and a howl of victory rang through their ranks.

It would be impossible for the three brothers to survive against their army. And the deafening chorus of keening wolves echoed across the land.

Then the sound died, as suddenly as it started, dropping into a heavy silence, with only a single whimper from one of the younger wolves.

Another figure strode with the bears. Tall and humanoid, with a rack of antlers reaching up from its head.

Confused, the wolfmen licked their lips and whined, turning to jog a few paces away before swinging their heads to stare again at the tall creature. They knew the bears. But this dear-like thing was alien to them.

The shrouded stranger lifted up a large, gnarled staff, and brought it down, striking the thick end on the ground. A swirl of wind whipped out, thrashing the trees, rustling the grass over the plains, and buffeting the wolfmen. Bracing in the torrent, the wolf-beasts cowered, pressing their ears back and tucking their tails.

Then, as the wind died down, the wolfmen shook their coats and glanced back at the forest.

The fog was gone from the front of the tree line, scooped out of the gray blanket of mist like a hunk of peat torn from the earth. And the sun pierced through the opening, shining down with a single column of brilliant, golden light, illuminating the figures in sparkling radiance.

The demigods were larger than before, hulking beasts of thick black, tan, and dark scarlet fur. And they roared, curling their lips to expose giant white fangs.

Flanked by the monstrous bears, the stranger stood tall, one hand gently placed on the burning red coat of the guardian closest to her. The antlers branched from a metal half helm and long golden curls cascaded around her neck. A yellow cord wrapped around her waist, securing the white wolf's pelt covering her shoulders and hips. Her navel was exposed, as well as the bottoms of her smooth breasts. And a confident smile curved on her rosy lips as she gazed at the wolfmen.

"Be gone," she ordered.

The wolf creatures blinked at each other, casting nervous glances from the tree line, then looking back to the north. A single beast slipped from the ranks, taking a few timid steps, then broke into a sprint as it dashed away from the demigods.

A few more split from the pack.

Then, like a collapsing dike, the horde of wolfmen dissolved into a writhing mob of panic, falling over and trampling each other to escape back to the north.

I knew they would.

For I was the guardian wife.

I would bring forth the spring as the spark of life grew inside me. And with my demigod husbands, we would restore balance to the seasons. Though my mother had journeyed on to the mist-shrouded isles, she would look back with pride as a new age dawned for the people of this land.