Wilder
An Erotic Fairy Tale
Scarlet Chill
Author’s Note: This is a work of erotic fiction. The material contained herein is intended for readers over 18 years of age.
WOODWORKING
Rumors floated all around the village about the 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 the 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 question. 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.
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br /> “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.
He groaned from deep within and struggled to speak. “I haven’t touched a woman in six years. If I start touching you, I may never stop.”
Intrigued, she replied, “Well maybe I won’t want you to stop.”
“Not yet,” he insisted as he grinded his teeth. “But I will. I will touch you. That’s a promise.”
Impatiently, Natalya ignited a crushing kiss, slanting her lips across his as he curled his hands into fists to keep from touching her. But he was not reserved with his mouth. Eagerly, he pillaged the sweet abyss of her mouth with a probing tongue that moved in rhythm with hers. Teasingly, she raked her nails up and down his chest as he shuddered and bit on her upper lip.
“Yes, bite me,” she sighed. “Be wilder.”
“You want to see wilder?” He whispered into her mouth.
“Yes, I do,” she replied, taking her hands in his and interlacing their fingers as they kissed.
Even though they were total strangers, there was an intimacy unfolding between them as their fingertips and lips touched. But there was also a potent sexuality, a diamond hardness that involuntarily poked and thrummed against her nude body. She snuck another peek down at that stiff cock, wanting to wrap her lips around it and drive him even crazier. But she returned to the task of getting him to finally touch her. Unclasping their hands, Natalya moved his palms upwards so that they were cupping her breasts. She flicked his tongue against his as he instinctively squeezed the globes and rubbed the tips with the pads of his thumbs.
“Mmm,” she murmured, ecstatic to feel his large, wind-roughened hands making contact with her body.
She arched her back sharply so her breasts thrust into his hands, the hard nipples smacking against his palms as his green eyes smoldered like coal. He kneaded the soft flesh in his hands, shaping it, pushing her breasts together reverently. He stuck his tongue in the air, imitating what he wanted to do to her nipples.
Natalya offered her breasts up to his mouth, gathering them in her hands and brushing them against his beard as he darted his tongue in and out. She sank her teeth into her lower lip, titillated by the sight of his tongue inches away from her nipples.
“Taste them,” she urged as he finally dragged his tongue across one of her bright areolae before taking the bud between his lips and sucking steadily. Her head fell back in submission as he held her breasts together while alternately suckling each tight nipple.
He pulled back for a moment, staring at her glistening breasts and dragging in a ragged breath. She could see how hard he was trying to control himself, but he was rapidly losing the battle as his throbbing rod moved back and forth with his pelvis. Finally letting go of her luscious breasts, he roved his hands downward over her belly and around her hips, sliding around to the back and grasping her taut buttocks. His hands started out gentle and gradually became rougher. His hands clenched and unclenched on her buttocks as he dipped his head to capture a nipple again and suck intensely. She worked her hands through his wavy hair, tugging on the locks and pressing her breast deeper into his mouth. He growled low in his throat as he suckled her more intensely, shaking his head back and forth and tightening his lips to pull on the nipple.
“Rex,” she whispered the stranger’s name, and it sounded bizarrely sweet on her tongue.
She was dying for contact between the centers of their need, but Rex was determined to make the foreplay last. He had waited six years to touch a woman, and he wanted to savor every moment. In his wildest dreams, he had never thought a woman as beautiful as Natalya would be inside his reclusive cabin. These thoughts enflamed his mind as he sucked her breasts with the bottled up passion he had stifled all these years. Releasing her swollen breast with a loud puckering sound, he turned her around and admire
d her lovely rear view.
Natalya’s skin was creamy and her curves lush. Rex ran a trembling hand from the nape of her neck, down her spine, and finally to her buttocks. Unable to resist, he dug his fingers into the flesh and then spread her cheeks. Lustfully, he looked between her legs at the bounty that awaited him on the other side. Her pink folds beckoned to him as he swallowed a groan and moved his hips a few times in the air. She pressed back against him as his cock slapped her buttocks. He whirled her around again so they were facing each other.
“You’re too beautiful, Natalya,” he muttered, cradling her face in his hands and tasting her lips again.
All the stops and starts and tantalizing touches were becoming too much for Natalya. She leaned into his kiss but was sweltering inside with the need to unite with him more profoundly. Feeling her clit on fire and her bounty soaking wet, she kissed him back with an ardor that excited his animal instincts and made him claw his hands into her silken flesh. Yanking on her hair, he tilted her head up and fed off her mouth, twisting his tongue around hers. She cried out softly as he pulled her hair again, then tried to soothe her by stroking the chestnut tresses.
Was he ever going to stop tormenting her and just take her already? She was through wondering and burning for a man with too much restraint. Tearing her lips away from his, she aggressively grabbed his cock and started milking it as all the muscles of his body tensed. Rex watched her dainty hands working his hard cock more rigorously than any woman had ever touched him. He watched her with wide open eyes and sensually parted lips as she molded his aching flesh in her hands. Her breasts swayed appealingly with every movement she made with her hands, and Rex found himself thrusting his pelvis towards her.
“You want to be inside me,” she said huskily.
“Yes,” he gritted. “So badly.”
“Then what are you waiting for?” She asked on a note of frustration.
In answer to her question, Rex lowered Natalya onto the floor and positioned a cushion under her buttocks so she arched towards him. She sighed contentedly, bracing herself for the invasion of his rigid member. To her surprise, he crawled over to her and spread her legs like a wishbone. She held her breath as he moved his head between her legs and breathed in her feminine scent. Self-consciously, she looked away, hoping her natural scent wouldn’t turn him off. On the contrary, Rex was engrossed in her womanhood and inhaled her scent again before testing her wetness with one thick finger. Natalya moaned as he inserted the finger inside her and quickly pulled it out. He circled the finger over her flaming clit as she writhed on the pillow and begged him with her eyes for more.
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