by Cara Wylde
“Then don’t think. Feel.”
He leaned in to trace my jaw with his lips, and I closed my eyes. There was no way I could see his face in the dark, no matter how close he was. Maybe I was still dreaming. Maybe he was one of those demons of lust that came to maidens at night and claimed their innocence. His kisses were like fire on my skin, fire that melted my muscles and bones, taking away my will to fight back. He pressed his whole body against mine, and I felt his wide chest crush my round, heavy breasts, and his strong legs part my thighs. When I felt his rock hard manhood come to rest just above my pelvis, I let out a long moan which he hurried to drink from my lips. His tongue sought mine, and I opened my mouth, inviting him to ravish it any way he wanted. I still tried to pull my hands free, but this time involuntarily, as a reaction to the delicious ways in which he assaulted my body.
“Please…” I whispered against his lips. “More…”
He had gotten me so turned on that, frankly, I didn’t care anymore who he was. My husband (what a ridiculous joke!), a servant, a thief… All I cared about was what he was doing to my pure, untouched body. I was soaking wet, and I didn’t understand why I suddenly felt the painful urge to be filled, taken, dominated. My hard nipples were poking the thin fabric of my nightgown, begging to be sucked. I arched my back and pushed my breasts against his chest. The motion created sweet friction between us.
“I love it when you’re so eager, so desperate for my touch…”
His lips moved to my neck and his big, calloused hands cupped my breasts.
“Undress me,” I said. My voice was shaky, but I knew what I wanted.
“As you wish.”
His soft lips traveled down my body, leaving small licks and wet kisses in their wake, his tongue dipping slightly into my navel, then making its way down there, where I needed to be touched most. His hands went to the back of my knees, pushing my legs up and leaving me exposed before him. I doubt he could see much in the dark, but I was grateful he could feel his way around my body so sinfully well. I would have done anything to pull my hands free and touch his chest, his shoulders, his face, to make an idea of what he looked like.
“You smell so delicious…”
He licked the juices off my slick folds and moaned in pleasure, then his tongue pushed deep inside me for more. My breathing became erratic and all I could do was hold onto the silk scarf for dear life and tremble under his expert mouth. His tongue went back up to my hard nub and started teasing it in circles, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I had touched myself before, but this was nothing like that. Sweet tension was building under my skin, making my blood boil in anticipation, slowly traveling down to that incredible spot he was constantly assaulting with the tip of his tongue. The first orgasm took me by surprise; wave after wave of pure, relentless pleasure making my back arch painfully, and my muscles tense under the sheer power of release. I let out a strangled cry and squeezed my thighs around his head, forcing him to keep licking until I rode out my orgasm. I felt more juices flowing from deep inside me, and he swallowed them greedily, moaning in delight. I would have loved to run my fingers through his hair and push his head harder against my quivering pussy, but I had to accept and be grateful for what he was giving me. And, after the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had, I couldn’t complain, could I? Finally, my muscles relaxed and I spread my thighs, allowing him to breathe again and lick my juices off his lips. He let go of my legs, climbing up my body once again.
“So sweet and delicious… I could kiss, and lick, and eat you for hours.”
I smiled and tried to calm down my breathing and my crazy heartbeat. I didn’t mind if he did. He leaned in for a kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue. When one of his hands reached between us, I knew what would happen next and I understood how ready I was for it. I kept still, letting him do whatever he wanted.
“Tell me you want this, my love.”
“Yes… I want it. I want you.”
I almost didn’t recognize my own voice. I had no idea I could sound so wanton, so desperate. But in that moment, there was nothing I wanted more.
I felt the tip of his engorged member tease my sensitive entrance, and I spread my legs wider, an invitation to push himself inside me and stuff me full. He moved slowly, carefully, paying attention to my reactions. It was my very first time, and I knew it would hurt, but my tight passage was more than ready. My walls were clenching and unclenching, eager to squeeze around his invading manhood. He pushed the head inside, and my body tensed at the sharp, unpleasant pain. Maybe he would have stopped if I had asked him to, but I had no intention of doing that.
“Deeper, please go deeper. Don’t hold back.”
He pushed in some more, and grunted in barely restrained pleasure.
“You’re so unbelievably tight…”
Inch by agonizing inch, he filled my pussy then stopped for a second to allow me to get used to his length and thickness. It was insane, but for the first time in my life I felt completed. It felt like everything I had done until then had been for the sole purpose of reaching this exact moment in time, when everything felt right: his chest pressed against my breasts, his mouth latched onto mine, his strong arms around me, his cock deep inside me.
“Move.”
It was an order, not a request, and he immediately complied. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then picking up the pace, making the mattress squeak under our wild lovemaking. Every time he pushed in, I thrust my hips up to meet him halfway and make sure his cock hit that special place inside me that turned me into a writhing mess. The initial pain was replaced by pure pleasure I hadn’t even known existed. I started moaning shamelessly, and I would have probably screamed his name if I knew it.
“That’s it, Brenda my love, let go. Come for me, baby…”
His smooth, seductive voice sent me over the edge for the second time, making me pull harder than ever against my restraints and cry out my release. My walls clenched down on his cock, and I felt his hot seed fill me to the brim. He growled deep in his throat and slowed down his pace, shooting a new stream of seed with each lazy thrust. My hungry passage milked the last drop, and I wondered what he tasted like. I licked my lips, hoping he would let me taste him next time, lick him and suck him until he shot his load down my throat. He collapsed atop of me, struggling to regain control over his breathing. All I could think of was how nice his hot, sweaty skin felt on my stomach and breasts.
“What now?” I asked, squeezing my walls around his softening cock. I wouldn’t mind if he fell asleep like that, so his manhood would grow hard and thick in the morning and I would wake up with him deep inside me, pounding my pussy into oblivion.
“Now we sleep,” he answered, his voice weak and spent. He pulled out and rolled onto his side, but he didn’t give the slightest sign he had any intention of releasing my wrists. My shoulders had started aching long ago.
“Untie me?”
“I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
I sighed. “Will I at least see you again?”
“Of course. I’ll be yours every night, ready to satisfy your most secret desires.”
“But you won’t be here in the morning.”
He didn’t answer. He didn’t have to. After all, I knew perfectly well how things would go from now on. He’d come every night, tie me to the headboard, ravish my body, then disappear before dawn. It all sounded weird and surreal, but my tired mind refused to work properly and help me come up with some sort of explanation or conclusion. I had no idea how I felt about the whole situation. There was nothing I could do about it, that was for sure. Or… was there? And if there was, did I really want to do it? All these maddening questions and insecurities had to wait until the next day.
He rested his head on my breast and I inhaled the scent of his hair. It smelled clean and fresh. A couple of strands tickled my neck, but I couldn’t tell how long his hair was. I sighed in resignation and closed my eyes, surrendering my exhausted mind to dreams of
white bears and hot, mysterious men warming my bed at night.
***
The next day I woke up alone, with the sun shining in my eyes, and my shoulders sore from having slept with my arms stretched above my head. As I expected, I was alone in bed, the only sign that someone had slept beside me being the crumpled sheets and the lingering, heady scent of sweat and seed. I stood up in bed and studied my bruised wrists. They didn’t hurt much, and if I covered them with long sleeves, nobody would see the thin, red marks. I got out of bed, eager to meet the white bear and try to figure out if he knew anything about what had happened the night before.
Saying that was a strange day would be an understatement. My bear husband was waiting for me in the huge, imposing dining room, where we had breakfast and talked about unimportant things. He asked me how I slept and didn’t say anything when I gave him a simple, dismissive answer. I kept waiting for him to say something, anything that might have shown me he was aware of the existence of my mysterious lover. I had a weird feeling that he was more than aware of my lustful night; that he had actually planned it and sent the mysterious man to offer me the carnal pleasures he couldn’t offer me himself. I entertained this idea for a while that day, then realized how ridiculous it sounded. I was acting like a silly, naïve girl. My mysterious lover might as well have been a servant in the castle, a clever young man who saw a great opportunity to enjoy the body of a beautiful woman and took it. The thought didn’t bother me in the least. After all, I myself was a lowly lass who had been starving and freezing in a wreck of a cottage just two days before. No matter what the truth was, I decided not to tell the white bear anything and wait until I could learn more about my new home and my husband, whoever that was: the beast before me, or the man I would spend all my nights with.
After breakfast, the white bear showed me the rest of the castle, took me to the topmost level to see the balconies, showed me the impressive library, and introduced me to all his maids and servants. I studied the male servants with interest, but none of them seemed to be as tall, strong, and muscular as I was sure my secret lover was. He could still be someone living in the castle and hiding from me during the day, but time would tell if my theory was correct. For now, I decided I might as well go along with it. At least I couldn’t complain my life was boring.
And that was how I began my strange, yet exciting adventure inside the mountain, far away from civilization. Some days, the white bear would take me out into the woods and even let me hunt for pleasure. We spent other days by the fire, with me reading out loud while he lay at my feet. We had breakfast, lunch, and dinner together, we talked about everything and anything, from history to literature, to arts and culture. He taught me so many interesting things that I never got bored in his presence. In the evening, he always disappeared somewhere known only by him and left me alone and free to explore as much as I wanted before going to bed.
Soon after midnight, my lover’s delicious kisses would wake me up and his hands would make my body sing with desire. He always made sure to tie my wrists to the headboard and untie them in the morning, before he left my chamber. I had no idea what he looked like, and soon it didn’t even bother me anymore. I tried to wait for him a couple of times, but for some reason I was unable to stay awake for more than half an hour or so after midnight. It seemed like my biological clock had been reprogrammed, so I would always fall asleep right after midnight and never wake up before dawn.
A week passed like that, then two weeks, then a month, then two months. I rather enjoyed my life, and the daily routine was nice and comfortable. For the first time in years, I was free to do anything I wanted all day long, without having to worry about food, firewood, or my father’s precarious health. However, I couldn’t help thinking of my family and wondering if they were well. Had they gone to town? Had they bought a house there, or had they taken my advice and gone to a bigger city, bought a larger house, and hired servants to work for them? I often wondered if my sisters were enjoying their new life and making the most of it. My mind would fly to wherever they were in the morning, before getting out of bed, and my chest would ache with longing in the evening, when I often lost track of the lines I was reading to my husband and spacing out, my eyes fixed on the crackling fire.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he demanded one day.
I gave a deep sigh and looked into his black eyes. “I miss my parents and my sisters.”
“I understand…”
We were both silent for a couple of long minutes. The book I was reading lay forgotten in my lap. The feel of his cold, wet snout against my bare ankle startled me.
“I can take you to them and you can spend one day and one night there.”
“Really?” The excitement in my voice was evident.
“Yes, but you must promise me something first.”
“Sure, anything!”
“You must not tell your mother anything about this castle and your life here.”
I hesitated. “But she will ask. They all will.”
“I know, but you’ll have to stick to your initial story and just tell them you’re living a happy life with your prince.”
Seeing there was no other way, I agreed of course. All I wanted was to see my family and make sure they were well and had everything they needed. Then, I’d go on with my life as it was, knowing my sacrifices hadn’t been in vain. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, rang the thought that what I was living was anything but a life of sacrifice. And it rang so true. Sure, I spent my days in the company of a white bear who communicated with me telepathically, and my nights in the arms of the most passionate lover in the world. Did I love any of them? I didn’t know… They did treat me well. I did have everything I could possibly need or want. The only thing I didn’t have was the truth.
CHAPTER FOUR
My parents had, indeed, taken my advice. Their castle in the capital was almost as beautiful and majestic as my husband’s inside the mountain. They had bought a whole new life for themselves and a noble name I couldn’t even pronounce. My sisters wore silk dresses at all times, and they had no shortage of suitors. My father’s legs had healed wonderfully, and he could now take long strolls through his luxurious gardens leaning his weight on a fancy-looking walking stick. My mother carried herself as a true lady. No one would have ever guessed they hadn’t been born wealthy.
They welcomed me with open arms, urging me to tell them everything about my marriage with the prince. Had there been a wedding? They were so sad they never had the chance to see me in a wedding dress. Was he treating me well? Was he kind, gentle, and loving? Had I met my in-laws? So many questions and so much imagination to answer them. I had the feeling I was doing a poor job, because both my mother and my father shot me mistrustful glances from time to time. I did the best I could, avoided the ones that sounded like traps, and distracted their attention by asking my sisters to tell me everything about the lessons they were taking and the young lords who were fighting over them.
I spent the most amazing day with my family, walked with my sisters in the gardens, and shared intimate details when there was no one around. After all, there was no harm in that, right? Shortly after dinner, however, when I was getting ready to go to bed, my mother asked me to join her in her chambers. I was reluctant at first, but I had no reason to refuse.
“Something’s not right, Brenda.”
“What are you talking about, mother? Everything is fine!”
“You’re my daughter and I can see it in your eyes when your heart is burdened with secrets. You can tell me. Whatever it is, I will take it to my grave.”
I sighed and let myself fall on the nearest sofa. She was right. I was carrying a heavy burden and sharing it with someone would have made it lighter. I knew I could trust her with my life, so I told her everything right then and there, and she listened to me in silence. When I was done, she simply took my hands into hers and looked me deep in the eyes.
“My darling, this is terrible. Your happiness is an illusi
on, just like the castle you live in might be. The man who visits you every night may also be a wicked illusion. What if it’s the white bear, disguised as a man?”
“No, that’s nonsense!” I stood up and went to the window. The full moon ruled over the sky like it was its sole mistress and the stars were its servants. I remembered what my mysterious lover had told me: “nothing in this world has only one side.” Wasn’t my mother telling me the same?
“The life you’re living now… nothing is what it seems,” she continued. It was like she had read my mind. “There is dark magic in this world even if you don’t believe in it. Your husband might be a wretched warlock who is so ugly, despicable, and twisted that he needs to take the form of a white bear so you wouldn’t run away in fear and disgust. At night, he probably takes the form of a young man, but his soul is so dark that he can’t create a handsome face for himself, so he doesn’t let you see him or touch him, least you learn what his true nature really is.”
“No, mother, that can’t be true. The white bear and the mysterious man are not even the same person. They can’t be. They are so different. They speak and think differently. There isn’t even an ounce of similarity between their personalities.”
“Listen to me, Brenda. I wasn’t born yesterday. It’s the same creature.”
“It’s not!”
I just wanted to get out of the room. Warlocks? Dark magic? My mother had always been so superstitious. It was just a castle built inside a mountain. As strange as it may have sounded, it certainly wasn’t impossible. And the white bear? Well, my reasoning failed me a bit here, but he certainly wasn’t evil. My secret lover wasn’t evil either. In fact, what he did to me every night was nothing short of divine. I realized then that I cared about both of them. I enjoyed my days with the white bear, I loved his company and the interesting discussions we had. And I obviously adored my nights with my passionate lover. No, they couldn’t be the same person. I would have felt it. But how could one love two persons at the same time? Did this mean I was cheating on one with the other? My mother’s voice snapped me out of my chaotic thoughts.