Wilder (An Erotic Fairy Tale)

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Wilder

 

An Erotic Fairy Tale

 

Scarlet Chill

Author’s Note: This is a work of erotic fiction.  The material contained herein is intended f
or readers over 18 years of age.

WOODWORKING

Rumors floated all around the village about th
e hideous beast who lived in the forest.  According to gossipers, he chopped wood for a living.  He was too ugly for a less isolating profession.  And his gloomy cabin was hidden between sinister trees and a wolf’s lair.  Natalya had been curious about the beast for a very long time.

Twirling her long, mahogany hair around one finger, she curled up with a book in her tiny cottage.  Obsessively curious about the beast, she couldn’t focus on one word of the book.  Just down the lane from her cottage stood the entrance to the forest and the beast’s mysterious world.  Long, leggy, and curvaceous, Natalya was hailed as one of the most beautiful young women in the village.  She could have any man she wanted, but there was something so intriguing about this beast whose face she had never glimpsed.

Snapping her book shut, she rose from her cozy couch and took a quick look in the mirror.  In her floral spring dress, she looked bewitching.  Natalya thought with an excited shiver how venturing to the beast’s territory might be dangerous.  Townsfolk all said he had lived alone for many years.  Perhaps he hadn’t seen a woman in all that time.  Natalya shivered again inside her cotton dress, feeling goose bumps on her flesh and a familiar yearning in her core.  She might be beautiful, but she was as lonely as the beast.

Natalya stepped into the late afternoon sunshine and waved to her neighbors as she walked down the lane.  She hoped no one would accost her for a conversation.  She wanted to get to the beast’s cabin well before sundown.  Picking up her pace, Natalya quickly arrived at th
e edge of the forest.  The clouds were already starting to accumulate as the sky darkened.  Not quite sure where she was going, Natalya looked around for any sign of civilization.  But all she heard were birds chirping along with the distant howling of wolves.

Another faraway sound blended in with the animals.  Natalya paused and listened as the sound of an axe striking tree logs became clear.  Strangely, her heart pounded as she knew she was getting closer to her destination.  Should she turn back now?  She looked behind her at the gathering twilight and wondered if she had been foolish to venture into the forest.  Maybe she should have waited until morning.  But like a sleek feline, curiosity had gotten the best of her.

The chopping sound became more pronounced as she crept deeper into the forest.  Through the trees, she could discern the bulky frame of a man cutting the wood.  But it couldn’t be the beast.  Gasping, she parted her lips with a combination of shock and desire as the man wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.  Tall, bearded, and built like a champion weightlifter, the man was a portrait of potent sexuality.  With brown hair trailing down his chiseled chest and a rugged beard to match, he was the most masculine man Natalya had ever seen.  She watched in awe as he slung the axe over a log, effectively splitting it in half as the muscles in his powerful arms rippled.

Daring to walk through the trees and introduce herself, Natalya wet her lips, feeling both her mouth and throat go dry.  She slowly walked closer as he remained absorbed in his work. 
Staring in open admiration as he stacked a pile of heavy logs, she moved forward until she was directly behind him.

“Um, hello,” she said hesitantly.

The man jumped in shock before turning around to face Natalya with a ferocious expression on his face.  His eyes were sea green with luxurious lashes in stark contrast to his ripped body.  She shivered under his intense perusal.  His glittering green eyes took a bold trail from the plump cleavage tucked inside her sweetheart neckline to the lithe legs barely concealed by her skirt.  He continued to appraise her but said nothing.

“Hello,” Natalya tried again.  She wasn’t sure what to say next and suddenly felt very foolish.

Instead of greeting her, the woodworker demanded, “What are you doing here?”

Swallowing nervously, she tried not to stare at the sensual cut of his mouth or the distracting perfection of his chest.  Summoning her composure, she replied honestly, “I came here to see the beast.”

His expression hardened, and his eyes took on a cold detachment.  “Oh really?  And did you find him?”

“No,” she replied, anxiously wringing her hands together.  She glanced past the trees and noticed a small cabin a few feet away from where they stood.  “But maybe I’m getting closer!  That has to be the beast’s cabin over there,” Natalya reasoned as his face assumed a sardonic quality.

“That’s
my
cabin,” he informed.  “There’s no beast in this forest.  But I’ve heard the rumors as well.  Shouldn’t believe everything you hear.”

“Oh, so it was just gossip?” Natalya wondered aloud.

“Just sleazy gossip,” the man confirmed, finally setting his axe down.

“Well, I’m sorry to bother you.  I guess I should be getting back home. 
I live outside the forest, so I should…”

“You should come inside
my cabin and have a hot cup of coffee,” the man finished for her.

Without waiting for her reply, he turned and strode towards the cabin.  Natalya knew that she could either bolt and run in the other direction…or she could follow the stranger.  She chose to follow the
compelling stranger.

He held the door open for her as she walked inside.  Her heart leapt as he slammed and
dead bolted the door behind them.  He looked enormous inside the one-room cabin.  With the last rays of sun filtering through the window, he appeared very dangerous as well.  Natalya felt her heart palpitate, but now she wasn’t sure if it was from burning desire or icy fear.

Silently, the stranger walked a few steps to a cramped nook that apparently served as his kitchen.  Natalya stood by the door, debating whether she should unlock it and run free before the sun completely
vanished.  The man was an enigma, gorgeous but so unfriendly.

Wearing a grim expression, he brought her a steaming hot mug.  She accepted it, and their fingers touched briefly.  He looked into her soft brown eyes, stunned at the electricity that he felt from that light touch.  She felt it too but focused her attention on the mug, pressing her lips to it and sipping the hot beverage.  The coffee he brewed was aromatic and surprisingly tasty.

“Delicious coffee,” she murmured as he nodded his head curtly.

An unseasonal gale blew through the open window, and Natalya wondered why he didn’t put a shirt on.  Wasn’t he getting chilly?  Being
shirtless seemed natural to him, and he was not the least bit self-conscious.  Indeed, he was incredibly brazen as he made no effort to conceal his attraction to her.  He watched her tender lips as they drank the coffee and moistened his own lips with the tip of his tongue.

“What’s your name?” She asked, desperate to crack the intense silence.

“Rex,” he replied gruffly.

“I’m Natalya,” she supplied, trying not to become too alarmed by Rex’s harsh demeanor.

He parted his lips seductively and repeated her name, “Natalya.  That sounds like a song.”

“Um, thank you,” she replied, assuming he had just
given her a compliment, but his voice was so rough it was hard to be sure.

“Why did you come here today, Natalya?”
He asked bluntly.

“I told you why before.  I was looking…”

“Yes, what were you looking for?  I mean,
really
looking for?” Rex probed, penetrating her with his gaze.

She paused for a beat and digested the q
uestion.  Since breaking up with her fiancé, Natalya had been craving male attention…and not getting any inside her lonely cottage.  Searching for a beast in the forest was an escape from her humdrum life.

“I was looking for adventure, I guess,” she admitted.

“And danger?” He prodded.  “And the unexpected?”

“Maybe,” she said uncertainly, slurping her coffee as his lips twisted into the first signs of a grin.

His mouth hardened again as he continued, “And perhaps also looking for passion?  With a stranger?”

“Uh, I-I don’t know,” she stammered even as her pulse quickened at the prospect of a passionate encounter with this hard bodied woodsman.

“Natalya, come sit with me by the fireplace.  I’ll stoke a fire,” he invited in a deep, intimate tone.

Setting the cup of coffee down, she followed him to the fireplace where he tossed in a few logs and lit a blaze.  He gestured for her to sit down on a cushion.  To her astonishment, instead of sitting down, he slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.  He was wearing no underwear…and he was fully hard.
She gaped at the startling sight of his arousal.

Both offended and enflamed, she sprung to her feet and tried to dodge him as she made a run for the door.  He held up an arm as
hard as a steel bar and stopped her.  “Do you really want to go?”

“No,” she whispered as he regarded her fiercely.  “But I really should go…”

“I think you really should stay.  You came here looking for passion and adventure, Natalya.  And you’ve found it,” he coaxed.

“But being with a stranger is just a fantasy.  I have to go,” she argued as his green eyes supplicated her to stay.

Sensing that she was about to leave, he resorted to pleading and shared a morsel of his life that had been a guarded secret until now.  “Please,” he rasped, “I haven’t been with a woman in six years.  Won’t you have mercy on me?”

She stared at him incredulously, not sure whether his claim or his
request was more outrageous.  Or maybe it was her response to his hoarse plea that was outrageous.  Natalya felt her body tingle as her eyes lowered to his massive cock that was pulsating in the firelight.  She hadn’t even partially disrobed yet.  How hard would this virile man be if she were naked like him?  Instead of wondering, she let go of her inhibitions and decided to find out.

Reaching around for the zipper of her dress, she seductively slid out of the garment as he watched hungrily.  Left in a purple lace bra and matching panties, she looked edible to his deprived manhood.  He willed himself not to salivate as she confidently peeled off her bra and revealed a pair of round breasts with pert mauve nipples.  His cock twitched without his consent as she slipped out of the panties and tossed them a few inches away from the fire.
  He couldn’t stop his mouth from watering as he peered down at her womanhood and the delicate lips that were dewy with desire.

Trembling slightly, Natalya walked
over to Rex until their bodies were nearly touching.  He kept his arms stiffly at his sides, even though he longed to touch her everywhere.  Tentatively, she brushed her soft breasts against his chest.  Just a whisper of a touch.  He held his breath, savoring the maddening but exquisite sensation.  She also refrained from touching him with her hands, instead just caressing their bodies together as he started to move with her.  Up and down, their torsos brushed against each other as flickers of desire energized the cabin.

Natalya gasped as she felt his stiff rod brush against her belly.  She gazed down at the turgid cock, thrilled to see it standing straight up, engorged with life blood.  She changed the pressure of the touch from caressing to rubbing, creating a vigorous friction between their flesh.  Her erect nipples first caressed the hairs of his chest, then pressed firmly into his muscles as his breath became labored.  She pushed her breasts against him a few times rhythmically as his cock strained against her belly.

Experimentally, she traced her fingertips up his ribcage and chest as a violent tremor wracked his entire body.  Her fingers traveled upwards, making a slow journey to his open mouth.  She toyed with his mouth, brushing it with her fingers before feather lightly touching it with her lips.  Emboldened by his acute response to her and his enormous hardness that seemed to still be growing, she teased him.  Making him yearn for the full contact of a kiss, she brushed her lips over and over his before swiftly pulling away and planting a kiss at the base of his throat.

“You haven’t touched me yet,” she observed, circling a masculine nipple with her forefinger and flicking her tongue against the crease of his lips.

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