The Beast In The Castle

by Daniella Wright

  “Goodnight, baby girl. I love you.” He smiles, reaching out to muss up my hair before slipping away.

  "Goodnight daddy," I call after him. I glance out the window, the light shining from the barn flickering some yards away. It seems impossible, but… maybe what I had seen wasn't a hallucination. Maybe Chester somehow, someway, was both man and horse. A shape shifter. I resolve to get to know the sandy haired man better over the next few days, if only to soothe my wandering mind. I drift off, dreaming of horses and the men who break them.

  When I awake the next day, I hear the rustling of pots and pans in the kitchen below. I slip out from beneath my covers, stretching my arms above my head and sighing a content sigh. I shuffle through my suitcase, grabbing some clothes and making short work of getting dressed. As I pull my night shirt off over my head, I swear I can feel eyes upon me, and I look out the window only to see Lucky lingering some feet away from the house. I redden, and I know I should be angry that he's watching me undress. Instead, I feel a desire unlike any I had felt before taking hold of me. I look towards him, hoping that I might meet his gaze as I draw my shirt up off my head, allowing my breasts to bounce free. At this point, I'm not entirely sure he can see me. I'm simply aroused by the idea of putting on such a show for my childhood friend. I cup my own breasts in my hands, hands spread across the large round globes. I brush my thumbs to my nipples, drawing my lip between my teeth to muffle a cry of pleasure. I see him outside the window, still, and I know he is watching me from the sheer look of shock on his face. He looks vaguely ashamed, as if he should look away but can not. I grin, slipping my pajama pants down on my hips to reveal my womanhood to him. I press two fingers between my outer lips, spreading myself in a lewd show before rubbing a pattern up and down the length of my slit. I pause at my own precious pearl, rolling it between two fingers and swallowing a strangled cry. I reach my peak more quickly than I ever have from touching myself, and my body goes stiff as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. I look outside, seeing that he is no longer there, and muse he must have gone to deal with a little… problem. I edge away from the window, and pull on my chosen outfit for the day: a simple red flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. I shuffle out of my room, and the banging of pots and pans only grows louder. I meander downstairs, expecting to see my father preparing breakfast. Instead, Chester stands at the stovetop, flipping an egg. My mouth falls open, and before I can speak, he turns to consider me with a big smile.

  “Your dad said you liked eggs, so I figured I’d do us all the honor of fixing a nice breakfast.” He announces, returning his attention to the stove. I hesitate, nodding even though I know he can’t see me. I step towards the table, pulling out a chair and settling in it. I rest my elbows on the table, watching him as he shuffles through the kitchen, preparing bits of this and that.

  “So… where are you from, Chester? How long have you been working for my daddy?” I inquire softly, and he hesitates a moment, plating the eggs.

  “I’m originally from Austin, Texas. I got into a bit of… trouble, and ended up making my way up here. Lucky found me scrounging around town, and managed to get your dad to hire me on.” He replied, not seeming terribly happy with the memory. “So you and Lucky go way back, huh?” He inquires, and I find myself reddening as I think of the one-sided exchange in my room. Chester quirks a smile as he considers my blush, preparing a platter of various breakfast foods before placing it in front of me.

  “We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember…” I answer carefully, smiling appreciatively at the food.

  “Just friends?” He retorts, and I nearly choke on a chunk of fried egg. I cough, managing to regain my composure and fix him with a glare. He shrugs his shoulders, sitting opposite me at the kitchen table. “I was just thinkin’ his name would be too appropriate otherwise.” He smiles. I redden, and am more than vaguely aware of his eyes tracing a path up and down my body.

  "Just friends," I confirm, feeling the slightest bit of guilt prick at my insides. It was true, for now at the very least. Lucky and I were only friends. Friends who were extremely attracted to each other. Now, however, it's Chester's eyes I feel upon me. I pretend not to notice, making quick work of my breakfast. As I move to rise from the table, he reaches out to grip my wrist. I quirk a brow at him, and it's him who reddens this time.

  "I was wondering if you'd like to hang out with me today. Lucky and I got into a bit of a fight, so he's not really… talking to me. I love the guy like a brother, but he's so uptight." Chester says with a tentative smile. I can't help but agree, in spite of how much Lucky means to me. He does seem to carry an overwhelming burden of stress everywhere he goes. As much as I'd like to spend time with my childhood buddy, Chester's happy go lucky attitude and free spirit seems much more appealing right now.

  "I'd like to get to know you better," I admit, and he smiles brightly. I can't ignore the slight tug at my heartstrings, and I rise from the kitchen table, offering my arm for him to take. He quirks a smile, shifting to take me by the hand and pull me from the house. I giggle as I trail behind him, nearly needing to sprint to keep up. When we step outside, Lucky is nowhere to be seen. I can't help feeling relieved, feeling as if I was avoiding explaining myself. I had no idea what I would be explaining myself for, but the feeling of guilt still tugged at me.

  “There’s this spot, out in the horse pastures. No one knows about it but me. Not even Lucky.” He announces slyly, and I find myself questioning his intent. However, when he fixes those bright blue eyes upon me, and smiles charmingly, I find myself caring less and less.

  "Take me… there! Take me there!" I say, quickly correcting myself. His eye twinkles, and he jogs ahead of me, towards the main pasture. I jog to keep up with him, praising God that I'm still in decent shape after all the time I'd spent in the city. He opens the gate, and I make certain not to touch the electrified barbed wire that surrounds the enclosure as I step inside. He closes the gate behind me, and I glance out across the pasture. Nothing but horses and grass as far as the eye can see, but I won't immediately dismiss Chester's secret spot. He takes me by the hand, his grip strong as he guides me through the pasture. He is thankfully all too aware of the horse patties scattered throughout, and I manage not to mess up my new boots. The ground begins to shift into a slight incline, which grows steeper and steeper. He tightens his grip on me, likely to keep me from losing my footing. When we reach the bottom of the incline, he pulls me towards an area obscured by bushes and trees. As he nudges aside one of the more aggressive bushes, I can't help but quirk a smile and blush as I look beyond. A simple blanket spread across the grass, a couple of pillows, and an old battery powered radio. I slip inside in spite of what is perhaps my better sense, and he follows, reaching out to power on the radio.

  "So, you bring all the new girls here?" I drawl, and he glances at me from the corner of his eye, smirking slightly.

  "Well, yes. But seeing as you're the only new girl…" He trailed off, and the radio begins playing one of my favorite love songs. He seems to enjoy the song as well, singing the male vocals with a harmony I had not expected. His voice is deep and velvety, though not quite as deep as Lucky's. It has its own appeal, however, and as he reaches the chorus of the song, he meets my eyes as he murmurs sweet words of adoration. Before I can stop myself, I reach out to him, bringing our lips together. He rumbles happily against my lips, and I tangle a hand in his hair as I nudge him onto his back on the blanket. He flops solidly, watching me with a faint smile as I unbutton my shirt. His hands are deft, and he slides my shirt off my shoulders, leaning in to press his lips to the peak of my left breast. I moan in anticipation, and those soft hands creep up, one palming my other breast thoroughly. He gives my nipple a slight tweak, and I find myself gasping out his name. He looks all too pleased with himself, continuing to alternate between flicks of his tongue and soft pinching motions. My breasts tingle from the sensations, and I wrap a leg around his waist, drawing myself closer to him. He slowly works his way down to my p
ants, tracing simple patterns along the supple skin of my abdomen. He presses a sweet little kiss to my navel, and I swallow a groan. He seems to have noticed the sensitivity of my stomach, and lavishes extra attention on the area. He nibbles the edge of my navel, and my toes curl as if of their own accord.

  "Please," I whisper, rolling my hips towards him. He ignores me, other than pinning my hips firmly to the ground to keep me from moving. I whine pathetically, trying to fight his grip, and he gives me a slight warning nip on the stomach. My thighs clench, and I press them together, desperate for any sense of friction.

  “You’re so impatient.” He murmurs in those velvety tones. I mewl in response, and he slowly unbuttons my jeans before tugging the zipper down at an almost agonizingly slow pace. He presses through the gap presented, touching a fingertip to my panties before drawing it back almost immediately. I want to curse his name, but the sensations are such sweet agony that I can’t help but want more. I tense my hands in the blanket beneath me, and he lifts my hips just slightly, drawing my jeans down my legs, and off my feet. He tosses them aside carelessly, considering my legs with an expression that is nothing less than hungry. He runs his hands along the smooth expanse of my legs, parting them and sweeping his fingernails up and down the inside of my thighs.

  “I just need…” I mutter, and he pauses, pressing his palm against my mound. I know my panties are soaked, and the warmth of his hand radiates against my outer lips.

  “What do you need?” He inquires, and I whine helplessly in response. I’m not one to beg, I don’t want to seem as desperate as I feel but it feels as if I am slowly coming unhinged.

  "Touch me." I implore, and he quirks a cheeky smile, curling his fingers in the waistband of my panties. He slides them down, grazing his fingernails along the swell of my rear. He seems to take a moment to simply take in my nudity, and I try to cross my legs. He won't have it, however, nudging my thighs apart and exposing me to the open air. It seems entirely unfair that all I can see is his abs, while he's looking at my most private area. However, I offer little complaint as he lowers his head, pressing his tongue flat against me. He starts at the bottom, tracing his tongue up to my twitching nub. I gasp in ecstasy with every sweep of his tongue against my sensitive pearl, but he seems to be avoiding it. He thrusts his tongue into my twitching hole, and I clench around him. I feel my essence spilling all over his face, and the sheer lewdness of the situation seems as if it will unravel me. He draws away, wiping his face with his hand and licking his palm and fingers clean. It is then I see just how much he is straining against the fabric of his jeans, and I reach out to him, drawing my lip between my teeth. He seems to sense my anticipation, and exhales a shaky breath through his nose. I'm overwhelmed by the desire to see it, touch it, and I set him free of the confines of his pants with a pop of his button. It's no small wonder that his jeans had managed to hold him for so long, with the length that is presented to me. He smiles unabashedly, giving it a little wave in my face. I know what he wants, and I know that I shouldn't, but… he had caused me such torment, it was only fair I return the favor before he gets to the main event, right? I grab the base of his manhood, sliding my hand up his shaft before lowering my head towards the head. He tenses his hands in the blanket that is spread beneath us and I shoot him a cheeky smile before taking the very tip of him between my lips. I suckle lightly at just the head, giving him a teasing preview of what is to come. His eyes widen, and I can't help but muse how cute it is when his toes curl. I slide my lips further down his length, taking as much of him as I can manage. Not only is he a horse shape shifter, he seems to be hung like a horse as well. I can barely reach three quarters of the way down before having to slide back up. My saliva provides a slick sheen to his manhood, and I grip what I couldn't reach with the first sweep with my hand. I lower my head once more, bringing my hand up as I drag my mouth downwards. He cries out, a long keening sound, and I'm certain he will near his peak at any moment. I give him a final squeeze, freeing him from the pleasant confines of my mouth before looking up at him with a small smile. His eyes blaze with a desire unlike any I have seen before, and he shoves me down against the blanket, positioning himself quickly. I aid him in his effort, reaching down to line him up with my damp slit. He bites his lip, thrusting forcefully into me. I all but scream in a mix of pain and pleasure, and he pauses for a brief moment before pulling out. I feel an emptiness unlike any I had felt before, and I wrap my legs around him, guiding his hips into meeting mine once more. We work for a moment to get the right angles, to get the perfect rhythm of push and pull. As he thrusts into me, I roll my hips towards him and cry out his name. As I feel myself reaching my peak, I sink my nails into the flesh of his shoulders, dragging them down his back. He grunts as he hilts inside of me, and I feel his warm seed fill me. It seems over all too soon, not to insult Chester's endurance, that is. It's just so good, I'd be happy enough to linger out here with him forever. However, a vague expression of guilt passes over his face as he draws away from me, shifting his jeans back into place. I recognize the guilt reflected in myself as well, my mind wandering to the man I'd known for nearly a lifetime.

  "We should head back." I murmur, quickly getting dressed. It's obvious that we're thinking the same thing, and we step out of his secret area, hoping the scent of our activities isn't painfully obvious. We make the trek back to the farm, and he guides me up the hill. I feel his eyes upon me, and though a fire is growing within me, I can't ignore the feelings I still hold for Lucky. As we wander through the pastures, I can make out Lucky's familiar figure tending to some of the horses towards the outer edge of the pasture. I glance towards Chester, gesturing for him to walk in the opposite direction while I continue towards Lucky. He seems reluctant, but obliges me, and I can only hope I don't reek of sex as I approach my childhood friend. He doesn't seem to notice me at first, and I wrap my arms around him from behind as I approach.

  “Well if it isn’t the queen of sass, herself.” Lucky drawls, turning to face me. He considers me for a moment, and I’m certain he’ll know what I’ve been doing. He draws his lip between his teeth, and my eyes are drawn to his mouth. I know I shouldn’t be looking at another man, scarce moments after I had made love to his best friend. But I can’t help myself, as awful as it is. “I was hoping we could talk.” He says softly, reaching out to brush his palm to my cheek. I should say no. I should tell him that I’m with Chester, and that I can’t… do whatever it is he wants to do. But I can’t deny those big brown eyes, and I find myself taking him by the hand. Where Chester’s hands had been soft, his were rough and calloused. I can’t deny that I’m reveling somewhat in the contrast. Lucky takes a moment to let me out of the pasture before closing it behind him. He offers me his arm, and I loop my own around it. He grins warmly, and I feel my heart pounding in my chest. I thought these feelings would abate after my time with Chester, but inexplicably, I only feel more excited after our bout together.

  “So, what did you wanna talk about?” I inquire gently, allowing him to guide me away from the pasture. This time, we move towards the woods on the edge of the property. I pause briefly, offering him an uncertain look. “Aren’t there cougars in these woods?” I ask uncertainly. He smiles as if he knows something I do not, continuing to guide me into the woods.

  “They don’t ever get this close to the farm. They’re further out.” He explains. I take the explanation at face value, trailing just behind him but remaining close to his side.

  “Well, that still leaves my first question.” I riposte, and he rumbles a laugh. He simply guides me deeper into the woods, examining each tree as we go. He seems to be looking for something, and I have no idea what he could be looking for in these woods. He pauses in front of a seemingly random tree, reaching his hand out to touch the bark. He smiles faintly, glancing to me from the corner of his eye. I meet his gaze curiously, looking to where his hand rests on the tree. He drops his hand away, and I see a jagged heart carved into the tree. I feel my heart pounding i
n my chest as I recognize my own initials within it, along with Lucky’s. “How old is this?” I ask, giddiness rising up within me. He chuckles, leaning against the tree and crossing his arms over his chest.

  “I carved this when we were… about ten years old, I reckon. I almost cut my finger off, I’m sure you remember that time I had to get stitches.” He says with a quirk of his lips. I grin, laughing warmly and throwing my arms around him. I nestle my face against the side of his neck, listening to the soft sounds of his breathing.

  “Do you know how many times you and I had to get stitches when I was a kid?” I breathe against his skin, and he shivers before chuckling softly.

  “Yeah, and I know most of the time we gave each other those stitches. You were a wild one. I always liked that about you.” He murmurs, brushing a hand through my hair. He pauses, and I wait for him to speak again, sensing that he has something important to say. “I always swore I was in love with you, from the day we met, til the day I was sure I’d never see you again.” He chuckles, and I draw back to consider him. He meets my gaze, and all at once I’m struck by just how much of that little boy remains in my childhood friend. Though I had never seen him as anything more than a buddy when we were kids, I’m certain that what I’m feeling now goes beyond standard friendship feelings. His eyes lower to my lips, and I flick my tongue out to moisten them. Before I can stop it, even if I wanted to, his lips are upon mine. His kiss is tender, filled with a passion I’m not quite sure I felt even with Chester. Of course, it was a passion I couldn’t have felt with Chester. It was a passion that resulted from years of puppy love. I tangle my hands in his hair, pressing him against the tree that has our initials scrawled on it. He nudges a knee between my thighs, and I gasp against his lips, deepening the kiss. He rests a hand on my rear, pulling my hips closer to his own and allowing me to rock in a steady rhythm on his knee. I can feel his erection pressing against my belly with each press forward, and I bury my face in his shoulder, overwhelmed by the rollercoaster of emotion I had experienced through the day. He kisses my ear, muttering dirty little promises that I dare not repeat. He murmurs about how much he wants to take me, in what positions, all over the barn.