Girl In The Woods

by Aileen Rose

  He lifts my dress and lowers my panties to my thighs. He takes me while we are both kneeling, his hands outline my breasts, my buttocks, my hips, my belly and my clit, leading me to ecstasy. He controls the rhythm of our erotic dance as always and I relinquish myself to his knowledgeable guidance. His lips ignite my flesh. His teeth bite delicately my lips, my back and my neck. Every time he lifts me over his cock and glides me on it again, I feel him deeper, filling me. It’s torturous, but it’s a pain I yearn. I need to feel him in the core of my existence. So that no doubt regarding his love for me remains inside me. The soreness that he will imprint on my body will be a testament to this moment we make love. The moment we are one.

  I spasm wildly to the most intense orgasm I have ever had until now, bowing my body in front, helpless. He still thrusts in me until his overpowering climax and crumples over me.

  After we catch our breath, we disentangle and lie on the ground cuddled. We are both too exhausted to do anything else.

  I can finally caress his chest and explore his body freely. I look at him, smiling.

  “What?” he asks.

  “I love looking at you. I know I haven’t asked for your permission, but I can’t help myself. I could look at you forever.”

  “You have earned my permission, my baby. And the admiration is mutual. I could spend the rest of my life gazing at your beautiful face.”

  I blush and lower my eyes.

  “Calista…I want to ask you something.”

  “What?”

  “I hope it’s not too soon…But, well, since we both want to spend our lifetime looking at each other...”

  “What do you mean?”

  “There is a ritual that binds a shapeshifter to a human. It has to be performed in the presence of other shapeshifters. Would you like this?”

  A grin is drawn on my face.

  “Are you asking me to marry you, my Lord?”

  “Something like that. But I don’t know if you would want this. It’s a totally different ritual from the one in your world.”

  “How so? What do we have to do?”

  “I’m afraid I can’t tell you. You will have to trust me on this one.”

  “I do trust you, my Lord.”

  “Are you sure you want to be bound to me, Calista? Do you want to be my wife?”

  “Nothing would make me happier.”

  “Even if I am a wolf who has nothing but a small hut by the lake? And even if I will always demand your obedience and respect?”

  “You already have them and I offer them willingly, without you even asking for them. As for the hut, it may be small, but I have had the most euphoric moments of my life there.”

  A beam of satisfaction unfolds over his face.

  “I am sure there will be more notable moments,” he whispers to my ear and starts worshipping my body and soul once more.

  No matter how much I insist, he doesn’t reveal anything about the ritual. I am really curious. He has only told me that there will be other couples of shapeshifters who will be attending. Two of them have already come for dinner to get to know them. They are really kind and down to earth. Nothing to do with the people of my social status. I never got along with the nobles. So much judgment and gossip is not my thing.

  I am sad that my parents won’t be attending my wedding. Then again, I don’t think they would be so pleased to know their daughter is getting married to a poor wolf. Actually, they would disown me if they ever found out about us. It would be a dishonor for our family.

  He has set the date of the ritual three nights after he proposed. He has only told me that I am to choose a beautiful dress from the ones in the closet and wear it. And that whatever I am told I have to obey. Even weddings are a test in this forest.

  Three girls arrive early the afternoon of the wedding, so that they can help me prepare myself. I protest saying I am capable of putting on a dress on my own. Conor consoles me, confirming it is a part of the ritual.

  It’s hard to imagine that these girls turn into wolves. The one has scarlet hair and green eyes. The other two have white hair like the snow and icy blue eyes. They are extraordinarily beautiful and I wish I knew what they look like when they turn into wolves. Why Conor didn’t fall in love for one of these girls? They are like him.

  Stop thinking about other women, Calista. He loves you. He chose you. So, stop doubting your worth and stand by him.

  I have to wash myself in the lake and then the girls help me get dressed and decorate my hair with little white flowers. I didn’t want to break the tradition, even if this isn’t a traditional wedding, so I decided on a white long dress – a different one from my engagement dress. My emotions are scrambled. Of course I am beyond cheerful for getting married to the man I love. On the other hand, I am worried about the ritual…Not knowing what it involves is disconcerting. The absence of my parents and my family doesn’t make it any easier for me either…

  Conor is getting ready outside with the help of the girls’ husbands. More people come, but in the hut only women are allowed, so I don’t know how many will actually attend and what they are preparing. There is a lot of noise outside, which only adds to my uneasiness. I mean, there will be people I hardly know, that have the ability to turn into wolves. A knot twists in my stomach. I can still run away…

  Seriously, Calista? Run from so many wolves? You didn’t even succeed in escaping from one.

  Thankfully, I didn’t.

  The girls are really kind with me. They try to satisfy my curiosity and calm my anxiety. Not very successfully I have to admit, as they are not permitted to reveal details about the ceremony that will follow. They soothe me however, affirming it will be a gratifying and unforgettable experience.

  A tall, blonde man opens the door when the night has fallen and informs us that they are ready.

  The girls proceed, leaving me the last one to get out. I am dumbfounded by what they have arranged. In the open area in front of the hut, there are torches all around, embedded on the ground, that light the forest in the most exquisite way. There are men and women sitting on wooden chairs, placed in a circle. I really don’t know how they managed to carry all those chairs. A small group of them has some kind of colored drums in front of them. A cold, blunt silence spreads all around. So many people and no one makes a single sound. Behind the chairs, there are two tables laid with food and wine. In the middle is a raised, large, wooden platform. There are candles on the upper edge of it, along with two vases of red roses. A red blanket covers the platform. It looks like an altar.

  I get scared. Stories about people being sacrificed in the past in faraway civilizations come to my mind. I shouldn’t be here. I don’t belong with these people. And as I take a step back, I see him. He is standing next to the altar wearing black pants and a white shirt. He is freshly shaven and his hair is cut shorter. He looks elegant. I’ve never seen him dressed like a gentleman. I gape at him without noticing I have opened my mouth slightly. Our eyes lock and it’s just him and me. He breaks a smile. And at that moment all my doubts are pushed aside. I don’t mind if they slaughter me. I don’t care if they eat me alive. All I care is that I am his.

  I march behind the girls not knowing where exactly I am supposed to go. Fortunately, we move towards Conor. He gently crosses his arm over my waist and brings me closer to him. He looks in my eyes deeply and kisses me. My legs tremble at his touch. When he removes his lips off mine, he kisses my cheek.

  “Don’t be scared. Trust me, Calista,” he whispers in my ear and retreats from me to the people sitting on the chairs.

  No. Where is he going? Why is he leaving me alone? My eyes are begging him to come back, but he just stands there looking at me sternly.

  Calista, obey…He would never harm you or let others harm you.

  The three girls that helped me prepare for the ritual, approach me and kiss my hand. It’s awkward. One of them caresses my back and starts unbuttoning my dress. Oh, no…This is not good. She lowers my dress down my s
houlders and the other two girls help her remove it. They order me to step off the pile of fabric lying on my feet. I am left wearing only a pair of panties with a sole companion my shame. This is humiliating. Why would Conor want me to suffer such degradation in the presence of all his friends?

  One of the girls with the white hair, obviously seeing my embarrassment, pats me on the shoulder and whispers to me:

  “Remember. What may seem abnormal and humiliating in your world, is natural to ours. Stop thinking…Only feel.”

  Instantly, I raise my head to look at Conor. He is smiling in adoration. Proud of me. The girl is right. Conor has taught me all the time I am here that things people in my world find repulsive and weird are what I really craved. He liberated me, showing me who I really am and what I desire with all my heart. The people around me are like him. They wouldn’t judge me or fluster me.

  I take a deep breath and let go of all my inhibitions holding me back. This is who I am and I embrace my true self.

  The girls remove my panties as well, baring me entirely. They urge me to climb on the platform and lie down.

  Don’t think, Calista…Only feel.

  The blanket is made of velvet and is extremely soft beneath my skin as I lie on my back. I am facing the people sitting on the chairs. Like I am on a stage and they are my audience. There is enough room for all three girls to sit beside me. I’m breathing rapidly as I don’t know what they will do to me. The girls with the white hair stand on either side of my head and the girl with the red hair sits by my legs. She leans back and picks up three small bottles. She hands two of them to the other girls.

  As I realize soon, the bottles contain oil that emanates a heady smell of jasmine. They apply it on my naked body. Oh, it is an exquisite sensation…Six female hands rub and caress every part of my body. This is so inappropriate. But it’s too enjoyable to even care. The girls are beautiful, their hands on me are pure bliss and the surroundings of the forest and the lit torches are magical.

  Then, it gets even more mystical. The men beat their drums in a seductive, primal rhythm. I want to dance to their music. The girls have finished dabbing my body with oil and the red haired girl opens my legs and stands between them. I gasp with unknown excitement.

  She caresses my clit with her fingers, while the other two roam their hands over my breasts, my belly and my neck. I moan gleefully. With her fingers still on my clit, she inserts a finger in me, making me arch my body towards her. I bite my lip, lost in sensation. This is so much better than anything I ever expected.

  All three of them continue to play with my body, teasing and rubbing to a point I am ready to reach my climax. I stretch my body against her fingers in order to divulge my need for her to go faster. That exact moment, she removes her hands from my sex. The other two girls pull away, too. I grunt in frustration as I see them getting off the platform.

  I am not disappointed for long as Conor appears at the edge of the platform, totally naked. He places himself between my open legs. I am so wet, that I know I am dripping. I don’t care that we have an audience. I don’t care that they will see us have sex. All I want is to feel him inside me. Where he belongs.

  I feel his cock over my sensitive flesh and beg with my hips for his sweet capture. He smiles and leans over to kiss me. I wrap my arms around him and hold on to him tightly. I am afraid that he will be angry at me for showing so much affection, when he hasn’t ordered me to. His fervent kiss proves me otherwise.

  As he thrusts inside me, he bites my lower lip and I quiver in ecstasy. Our bodies move in coordination to the beat of the drum. As we accelerate, the drums accompany our frenzy. It’s a spiritual experience. It is the wedding in its real meaning. Binding two souls and bodies together.

  I am drawing near my climax. My legs shudder and I slant my head back.

  “Say that you are mine,” he orders.

  His words send me over the edge.

  “No, baby, don’t come,” he whispers and stops moving. “It’s part of the ritual. Repeat what I tell you.”

  I nod with all the strength that I have left. The drums continue their intoxicating rhythm, driving me insane.

  “You are mine,” he says, his eyes fixed on mine.

  “I am yours.”

  “From now on we are bound in eternal ties of love and trust,” he says and after I repeat his words, he gives me a long kiss and shoves in me harder than before. It doesn’t take us long to reach the top and explode in a million pieces. I cry out of satisfaction and stick my fingernails in his broad back.

  We both smile sated. Everyone around us clap their hands, cheering our successful union. There is no more silence. Our audience starts serving food, dancing to the beat of the drums and celebrating.

  He doesn’t pull out of me for some time. We stare at each other, not able to satiate our contact. It’s rude however to remain cuddled with your husband during your wedding celebration. We disentangle and get dressed in order to join the others. Happy faces congratulate us and treat us profusely with blessings on our new common life. There is no scorn or irony in their faces. Only genuine joy.

  It turns out to be a glorious feast. There is lots of food cooked by the girls and abundant wine. The musicians alter their occult and ethereal rhythm to a joyful beat, that enraptures everyone to a frantic dance. I feel like I am shining. How could I not? I just married the man I love. The man I can’t take my eyes off of him. The man who broke me, only to release me.

  The music stops and everyone withdraws. Only Conor and I remain in the middle. I look around me confused. What is he planning now?

  He takes out of his pants’ pocket a small, square, wooden box.

  “This is my gift to you,” he says and hands me the box.

  A gift? I didn’t get him anything. Even if I wanted to, how could I buy him something?

  I open the box. Inside, there is a silver bracelet. It resembles a tiny chain and a small heart – shaped lock unites the two ends of it. Beside the bracelet is a small key, which I presume opens the lock.

  He gets hold of the bracelet and unlocks it with the key.

  “This is a token of my love for you, Calista. Do you agree to wear it as a symbol that your heart belongs to me?”

  “Yes, my Lord.”

  He is satisfied by calling him ‘my Lord’ in front of everyone and grins. When he has adorned my wrist with it, I stare at it with reverence. It means so much to me. Yet, it’s just a bracelet. A mere object can’t prove the greatness of my loyalty to him.

  “I will keep the key,” he says with a devious smirk. “And I will never give it back to you,” he adds in a lower voice.

  I kiss his tender lips and smile playfully.

  “And I will never ask for it, my Lord”

  He hugs me and there is a humming sound from the people around us that have started dancing again. All those years I was sauntering through the woods, feeling something calling me. Who knew that it would be true love?

  Chapter 13

  Our married life is governed by the same rules as before. I have to kneel before him every time he comes, I have to obey in everything he asks me to do and I always ask for permission to share the table and the bed with him. And that delightful tingle in my belly appears every time I pay respect to him. He no longer humiliates me, but he punishes me if I misbehave. Only that now I know he loves me and that after my punishment he will take me in his arms and soothe my pain.

  My training in sex hasn’t stopped. He has helped me master the art of oral sex and he has found new exciting ways to make me surrender to him and experience exhilarating orgasms. Every day is an adventure. Not a wild, chaotic one, but controlled and disciplined. He leads, I follow and we both get immense satisfaction from our roles.

  My favorite time comes at night when he snuggles me and we whisper in the dark. I love him so much that it is hurtful.

  From what I have estimated, a month has passed by ever since the night he found me in the forest. I have been carving lines for ea
ch day on a tree in front of the hut to keep track of the days that have elapsed. A month? So today…

  “What are you thinking, so gloomy?” he interrupts my thoughts.

  He sits beside me on a fallen tree trunk.

  “If I have calculated correctly, it’s my parents’ wedding anniversary today.”

  He seems surprised. I don’t think he expected to hear this.

  “I see,” he mutters.

  “Every year they plan a magnificent feast. They hire musicians and the servants prepare the most delicious food and sweets. The guests wear their most elegant clothes. You would love it!”

  “I don’t think so,” he says brusquely.

  “I’m sorry, my Lord. I didn’t mean to offend you…”

  “No need to apologize, Calista. This was your life.”

  “Exactly. It was. Don’t think that I miss this life. I wouldn’t want to live anywhere else but here with you. It’s just that I miss my parents. If only I could go visit them. No…what am I saying? They would never let me come back.”

  Stupid Calista. Why did you have to say this? Now, he will be thinking that you want to return to your house.

  “You can visit them anytime you want,” he says. But I know he doesn’t really mean it.

  “No. I don’t want to go back. It’s too complicated. They would never understand what we feel for each other and they would be disappointed in me. I’d rather they think I’m dead than worthless.”

  “A child is never worthless to the eyes of their parents.”

  I snort.

  “Then, you obviously haven’t met my parents.”

  “Where are we going?” I ask him impatiently.

  “You’ll see,” he says smiling cunningly.

  “Come on, please tell me! You have never taken me for a walk in the morning, apart from that day I came hunting with you. It must be something important that you want to show me.”

  “Calista…I told you that you will see. Do you want me to punish you for disobedience right here in the middle of the forest?”