Virgin Outcast: Bred to the Beast
By Fannie Tucker
Copyright 2012 Fannie Tucker
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Author's Note: This story is a prequel to Virgin Sacrifice: Bred by the Beast. Although this story's events occur long before its successor, I believe you will enjoy it more if you read Virgin Sacrifice first. You can find it on Amazon here.
Music and song filled the night air, and the lively drumbeat matched Kara's racing heart as Mykal lifted her up and spun her about. The blacksmith's apprentice was strong enough to toss her about like a doll, but despite his broad shoulders and thick arms, he could dance with the grace of a mountain cat. His green eyes reflected the dancing firelight as he laughed, and they wove among the other dancers with the exuberant energy of youth.
The green square was crowded; it seemed as though everyone in Krall had come out to celebrate during this year's Harvest Festival in defiance of the worries that had dampened their spirits for months. A poor crop was one thing, but the villagers spoke in whispers of a beast that roamed the forest in the night, preying on cattle and sheep and vanishing without a trace.
To Kara, the rumors sounded far-fetched; bandits or wolves were probably to blame. Farmers exaggerated almost as much as they complained. Besides, Kara had other concerns. Just three weeks ago, Rela the Wise Woman had decreed her to be a woman of marriageable age. She and Mykal would be wed after the spring thaw. Considering the things they'd done together behind his father's barn, spring couldn't come soon enough.
The musicians finished their reel with a flourish, then paused a moment for the laughter and clapping to fade before launching into a slow, swaying piece. Some of the younger dancers blushed and hurried away from the dancing. A few years ago, she and Mykal might have done the same, but now he wrapped an arm around Kara and they swayed together, her breasts against his chest, her hand clasped in his.
"I guess they don't want anyone to know they're sweet on each other," Mykal chuckled as the younglings scattered to play games or enjoy fresh-baked pies and cider near the roaring bonfire.
"Their secrets are safe with me," Kara said, following his gaze. Her amused smile faded when she saw the Mayor. Mayor Shen lurked beneath the slender young oak at the center of the green, and when Kara met his eyes, Shen's gaze slid away from her. She wondered how long he'd been watching.
"What's wrong?" Mykal asked.
"Nothing," she lied.
"You shuddered."
Kara rose up on her toes to put her mouth near Mykal's ear. "It's Shen," she said. "He was staring at me again."
Mykal leaned back to smile at her. "Is that all? Well, thank goodness. If he didn't stare at the prettiest girl in the village, I'd worry about the man!"
Kara laughed and hugged her betrothed, but when she glanced over his shoulder, Mayor Shen was still staring at her. "Let's go somewhere else, Mykal," she whispered in his ear. "Someplace private."
Mykal never missed an opportunity to be alone with Kara. He took her hand and led her away from the other dancers. They weaved through the crowd, Mykal steering away from the long tables where Kara's mother and father sat talking and laughing with friends over a feast of wild goose and potatoes. There was no beef or mutton on those plates; no one wanted to slaughter scarce livestock, even for the Harvest Festival.
Just as they reached the edge of the green, a cold voice stopped Kara in her tracks. "Going somewhere, child?" Rela the Wise Woman stepped out into the light, her golden hair tucked beneath a dark hood. The corners of her mouth turned up in a secret smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Pa asked me to fetch more cider from the carts," Mykal said, the lie flowing smoothly from his tongue. "I asked Kara to help." Most people thought him slow of wit because of his size, but Kara knew Mykal was only quiet and shy around others. His mind was as strong as his arm.
Rela arched an eyebrow and sniffed. "And some of your friends wouldn't be better suited for carrying heavy kegs than your sweetling here?"
Mykal nodded. "If I could find them. Van and Brom said something about finding some nightberries to mix in with the punch. I think they went down to the brook."
Rela's eyes widened in alarm, and she hurried off into the night. Nightberries were harmless, except for the uncontrollable and extremely smelly flatulence they caused. Rela couldn't let such a prank go unpunished.
"Won't Van and Brom be mad when they find out you sent Rela after them?" Kara said.
Mykal grinned and shook his head. "Van's already in trouble; his father made him stay home to muck out the stalls. Last I saw Brom, he was dancing with Elza. We've got a little time before Rela figures that out, though." He took her hand again, and they hurried away from the firelight. In the darkness near the edge of the village, the night sky came into full view, a glorious, glittering display of shining lights that filled the sky, broken only by the dark bulk of the mountains on the western horizon.
Kara wanted the hayloft, but Mykal's farm was a mile outside Krall, and it wouldn't be long before someone noticed they were missing. Mykal led Kara to the blacksmith's forge. Only warm coals remained of the day's fires, but it was enough to keep the open-aired forge at a comfortable temperature.
"What would Hirom say if he knew we were in here?" Kara asked, teasing.
"He'd probably put me to work pumping those bellows," Mykal hissed. "Keep your voice down so we don't find out."
He wrapped his arm around Kara and pulled her close, much closer than they'd been on the green. Closer than was decent for an unmarried young couple. She breathed in his scent, the sharp tang of smoke and steel and sweat from long hours at the forge mingling with his own heady musk to swirl in her nostrils, making her dizzy and light-headed. It was hard to think straight around Mykal, but other things felt so much easier. Too easy, some of them. He hadn't taken her virginity yet, but they'd found plenty to do that would earn them a strong penance if the Wise Woman or the Elders found out.
Kara tilted her chin upward, and Mykal's lips found hers. Despite the rough stubble of his beard, his lips felt soft and warm, and Kara's mouth opened to his probing tongue. The taste and texture of his tender kiss overwhelmed her, and their tongues slid together, caressing at first, then wrestling as the intensity of their kiss grew hotter. Mykal's face pressed against hers, and he inhaled deeply, pulling her close with an arm too strong to resist. His callused hand slid down the small of her back to cup the swell of her bottom, squeezing hard enough that Kara gasped in surprise as he lifted her up onto a workbench.
He bent and traced a line of wet kisses across her jaw line to nuzzle the gentle curve along the side of her neck, and Kara moaned and rolled her head back as his lips left a tingling sensation on her skin.
Heat blossomed between her legs, smoldering embers kindled by a bellows, and she knew Mykal would coax that heat into a blazing flame. She couldn't have him, not yet, but oh how she wanted to!
As though sensing her crumbling resolve, Mykal's big hands slid up her arms and gently cupped her breasts, round and full and firm. His thumbs rolled over her nipples, and she sensed his building excitement as she responded to his touch, her tips swelling to hard pebbles beneath the fabric of her dress.
Suddenly that fabric felt impossibly constraining; she needed it off, needed his hands on her bare skin. She was breathing fast now, too fast. Mykal could sense her urgent desire, and it fueled his own. He moved his hands behind her back, and his fingers moved down the row of buttons with a deftness unexpected in those thick fingers.
Mykal slid his hands beneath the parted fabric and moved them down the smooth skin of her back, and Kara sighed, resting her head on his broad shoulder, kissing hi
s neck. He pulled the dress down over her shoulders to expose her heaving breasts, and the fabric gathered at her waist. The pale skin of her bosom shone in the moonlight filtering through the forge's open walls, her nipples like circles of darkness.
Kara gripped Mykal's curling mop of hair and pulled his head down against her chest. When he took a nipple in his mouth, her back arched and she let out a groan. His lips pressed against her skin, and he suckled the firm tip of her breast gently, rolling his tongue around it in quick circles that stirred something deep inside her.
Kara raked her fingers through his hair, urging him on, and Mykal's hands slipped down past her waist and over the flare of her hips, then further, past her thighs. He squeezed her calves, then gathered the hem of her feastday dress and pulled it up over her knees. Creamy white thighs peeked out from the tops of her woolen stockings.
Mykal's rough fingers pushed into the darkness between her legs, and she cried out as he spread her apart, callused skin against smooth virgin flesh, parting her lips to find that velvety pink skin, wet now with her juices. With surprising delicacy, those thick fingers found the quivering bud that had become the center of all sensation, and he moved against it, teasing at first, then rubbing in smooth circles that made Kara's body tense and her eyes roll back in her head. With his palm facing upward, he moved lower, deeper into her cleft, and one finger curled inside her, filling her tight hole with intense sensation that pulled the air out of her lungs and made her cling to his broad shoulders.
Kara's hands glided down his neck, over the ridges of hard muscle on his back. Mykal sucked harder at her breast, bringing a throbbing wave of pleasure that made her rake her fingernails down his back. She brought her hands around his waist, and the laces of his trousers.
She fumbled open his pants, and Mykal shuddered as her trembling fingers brushed against the hard bulge there. Kara's hands shook with eagerness, and she helped him pull his pants down over his waist. His manhood fell out, as rigid as forged steel. Her fingers closed around it, squeezing, stroking its smooth length, exploring him from the thick base in its patch of dark hair to the swollen tip that pulsed with his need.
Mykal let out a shuddering sigh as her hand moved over him, but his whole body tensed like a beast ready to pounce, his lust driving him to the edge of madness. When he pulled her down off the workbench, Kara knew that nothing her hand could do would be enough to sate that wild lust. She let go of him as he urged her down into a kneeling position. She barely felt the bite of crushed gravel against her knees as he cupped her head in one broad palm.
She rested her hands against the thick muscles of Mykal's thighs as he brought her forward, and she opened her mouth to his pulsing length. Mykal groaned as he slid between her lips, and Kara inhaled his deep, musky odor, a tang of forge metal and rich loam that made her heart race. She gripped him in her mouth and sucked hard, rubbing and massaging his shaft with her tongue. Mykal's fingers tangled in a fistful of her golden curls, and he held her head steady as he pushed his hips forward, thrusting deep into her throat. Kara's eyes widened, but she tightened her throat around him, taking quick little breaths through her nose, holding him as long as she dared before pushing against his thighs.
Mykal relented for a moment, but when Kara looked up, she could see his eyes glimmering in the darkness. He wanted more. He needed more.
The blacksmith's apprentice pulled her to her feet and turned her against the workbench. Her bare breasts touched the cold, dark steel of an anvil, and she wrapped her arms around its heavy weight to steady herself as Mykal pulled her dress up to bare her ass. She tensed, expecting to be taken from behind. His lust was on him; could he resist?
To her surprise, he sunk to his knees, and she gasped as he squeezed the white mounds of her buttocks in his powerful hands and kissed her soft white flesh, biting and sucking as he moved his mouth lower. His hands lifted her upward until she stood on her toes, and he spread her cheeks apart. Kara arched her back, giving him more of what he wanted as his face pressed between her legs. This felt dirty and shameful, but that only heightened her arousal as coarse stubble brushed against smooth skin that no man had seen.
Then his mouth found her sopping slit. She cried out in shock as he kissed her, and his lips pushed apart her pink folds as his tongue cupped the swollen pink bud, a throbbing little bundle of sensation that erupted at his touch. The texture of his tongue drove all thought from her mind as he moved it back and forth before tilting his head back to probe deep into the dark hole that craved so much more of him. She knew that only his thick cock could fill the void of desire down there.
Kara had sworn not to take a man before marriage, but in that moment, she knew she would give Mykal whatever he wanted. And she could tell, from the abandon with which he plunged his face between her legs, from his squeezing hands on her buttocks, that Mykal would take it, no matter how she pleaded or tried to writhe out of his grip. Tonight, lust had driven them both mad.
The motion of his tongue brought her quickly to climax, and Kara tightened her grip on the anvil, writhing against the workbench as she thrashed and cried out, pressing down against Mykal's mouth. His tongue pressed harder, moved faster, fanning the flames of her ecstasy until it was wildfire sweeping through her body, leaving nothing but exhaustion and the ashes of sated desire.
She slumped against him then, and Mykal stood and wrapped one strong arm around her to cup her firm breast. Two fingers flanked her firm nipple, and he squeezed them together around that hard bump of flesh until she felt an ache that throbbed with each beat of her heart.
At the same time, he pressed his manhood against her buttocks, and she could feel him quivering, hard and hot in her crack. His shaft was wet and slick with the first pearly drops of his seed, and he moved against her, every part of his body craving more.
"I need to be inside you," he whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.
"Yes," Kara said. "Please Mykal. Do it now." She pressed her bottom against him, ready for him to take her virginity.
At that moment, wavering orange light filled the forge, and Kara spun to squint into the light of four burning torches.
"What's going on in here?" Mayor Shen demanded, thrusting his torch forward, bathing them in light.
Mykal exposed her naked rump as he turned to face them, his own trembling hardness betraying his intentions.
Kara heard several gasps, but she couldn't see the faces beyond the bright light. Then Rela the Wise Woman stepped forward, her pale yellow hair glowing like a halo in the torchlight. "Fornication in the dark of night, it seems."
"We did no such thing, we only..."
"Silence, oaf," Rela hissed. "We saw what was happening here."
"Kara, your father will have your hide," Shen said, his voice trembling with anger.
Mykal hurried to lace his trousers, and Kara covered herself as well as she could, but her dress kept slipping off her shoulders. She crossed her arms over her breasts and tried to hide her face, still red with arousal even in her shame.
The Wise Woman looked down at Kara, imperious and stern despite her youthful beauty. She shook her head, then turned to Shen. "They are of age, Mayor. Their parents can no longer decide their penance. This must go before the Elders."
Shen frowned for a long moment, then gave Rela a reluctant nod. "As you say, Wise Woman. What shall we do with them tonight?"
Rela stared at Mykal for a long moment. "Mykal is a virile young man, unable to temper his desires," she said. "Put him in the stockades until morning, and let him reflect on what he has done."
The mayor gestured to two of the men with him, and they stepped forward to take Mykal by the arms. Half his size, they looked frail next to his massive frame, but he went meekly with a last apologetic glance for Kara. She felt a pang of sympathy, but she could do nothing for him.
"And what of the girl, Rela?" Shen asked.
The Wise Woman looked out at the darkness beyond their small circle of torchlight. In a low
voice, she spoke with an almost hypnotic cadence. "I have seen signs and omens on the wind and in the clouds. The death of our livestock, our poor harvest, these things are not simple misfortune." She turned to Kara. "A darkness lives in Krall, Mayor Shen. A moral decay, as our youths forsake their honor for carnal pleasures." She took in a deep breath that made her ample bosom rise, and Kara shivered.
"The boy can hardly be blamed, of course. Men cannot help but be led by that thing between their legs, but women must hold them in control." She glared at Kara. "Who are we if our women give in to their own desires? How can we survive if the gods punish our people while temptresses walk among us?"
Shen shifted uneasily, and a deep frown shadowed his face. "You speak dire words, Wise Woman. What would you have us do?"
Rela met Kara's eyes for a long moment as though daring her to speak, but Kara could not find her voice.
Rela's eyes blazed. "The women of Krall are the gatekeepers of our morality. Only they can contain the lust of men," Rela said. "Let no woman know a man's bed before her marriage, and let all who fling their virginity away be banished from Krall." She spun and pointed a long finger at Kara. "Start with her."
Mayor Shen cleared his throat nervously. "What, now? In the middle of the night? Her father..."
Rela's cool look made it appear that she was looking down at Shen, even though he stood head and shoulders above her. "Punishment must be severe, Mayor. Let this temptress show her face no more in the light of day. If we allow young men and women to flit about, doing as they wish, who will care for the children that result? How will we deal with the disease? Before I came to Krall, I lived in a city. I've seen how quickly ill repute leads to poverty and destruction. Would you have that for Krall? The omens warn me that you must make an example of her."
Kara's head spun. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. She was to be banished!
Shen looked nervous, but he wouldn't meet Kara's pleading eyes. "Very well," he said. "But you must explain to her father. I'll not bring this to the man."
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