He nodded slowly. “Make no mistake, they are mischievous at best and deadly at worst. More troubling, though, is the why. Why is it here? Who summoned it?”
I looked up at him. “Summoned it? Someone brought it here?”
“Don’t you remember the fairy tale? Leave a shoe filled with bloody meat outside your door and the Redcap will come,” he said.
“But Clarissa didn’t…” I said.
“Yes, so someone else did. You said it threatened her. Did it say anything else?” he said. “Sometimes they harm the body, and sometimes they harm the soul.”
“I don’t know, Uncle. Can I find it somehow? Get rid of it?” I said.
“I’ve never heard of a Redcap being killed. They can be banished, but those means were lost millennia ago. If you know where she saw it, you might be able to taunt it into showing itself,” he said, rubbing his chin. “They’re oddly vain. But if you succeed, then what?”
“Thanks, Uncle,” I said, shaking his hand then leaving the garage.
It was harder than I thought, finding the spot. Our scents had faded, and the wind had blown the dried leaves around, obscuring our earlier footsteps. I had to backtrack many times, but I finally found the spot. The sun showed it was late in the afternoon.
I saw no cave. I pulled at the overgrowth that ran up the side of the hill, long vines of ivy coming up like wires. Nothing was hidden beneath them. I clawed at the earth, almost expecting to find some kind of hobbit door. But there was nothing there. I stood up, sweat pouring down my face.
“Where is this ugly little fucker?” I whispered to myself.
“Ugly?” A small voice shrieked. “The big oaf calls us ugly.”
I spun around, looking for the source of the voice, but it was everywhere. “Show yourself!” I demanded.
“The big oaf is too blind to see us! Ha! Too blind to see how handsome we are,” it said. “We should show it how wrong it is.”
I heard some rustling from behind a tree. A small head peaked out from behind it. It was just as hideous as I imagined. Yellow syphilitic eyes took me in, a stubby tongue licking it’s endless row of sharp teeth. His red cap was flopped to the side. “There you are,” I said, walking towards it.
“Or are we here?” a voice said from behind me.
I spun around too see the Redcap now behind another tree. “So you do have your tricks,” I said.
“Aye, we do. Tricks of the mind and tricks of the tongue. We will see if you are as blind as you seem,” it said, cackling with glee. “You are the one,” it said plainly.
“What does that mean?” I said. My patience was running thin, but this creature was slippery.
“You will see, or you will not see. Big oaf. Big hairy oaf. Your failures will haunt you all your nights. Ha!” it said.
Those words…I’d heard them before. From Helga, when she and her sons were banished. “What did you say?” I said.
“Now the oaf is hard of hearing. No ears, no eyes, no brains. It’s a mercy that it’s seed is hollow,” it said.
It’s words struck me like a freight train. “You lie,” I said, leaping towards the little monster.
It disappeared before my hands could reach it’s neck.
“Ha! The big oaf doesn’t know! It sticks its big oafish prick into everything that moves, yet has fathered no children,” it said. “Blind, deaf, sterile and stupid!”
“Liar!” I screamed.
The voice grew quiet. “Oh, but there will be more pain in store for you,” it said. “With your blind eyes you will see your legacy end. With your deaf ears you will hear the screams of all whom you love. And with your big oafish muscles you’ll strike out and do nothing to change your fate,” it said. “You’re cursed, mutt.”
“All lies,” I said, turning away to leave. “You’re just the wind blowing through the leaves.”
No more lies followed me.
I looked out the front window, the setting sun running deep shadows across our massive log cabin. I knew it was stupid to worry: Helmut was fine. He had to be. He had been gone all day, but he had important Pack Alpha things to attend to all the time.
I was relieved to be done with Ulpi and Griggen. Those were hours of my life I would never get back, and in the end both of them looked at me with measures of contempt. I felt like a failure, but that probably meant I’d done my job.
“He’ll be back soon,” Sven said from behind me. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the back of my head. His hands kneaded my neck muscles.
I closed my eyes. “That’s it. You know,” I said, “your time in the kitchen is a waste of your skills as a masseur.” I leaned back against him, enjoying his unmovable presence.
“You just want me for my body,” he quipped, his ministrations unlocking the stress in my neck.
“Oh, not just for your body,” I said, my hand dipping back behind me. I felt his manhood through his jeans, relaxed and powerful. I tried to grab around it’s circumference but it was too thick. “Just mostly for your body.”
“Naughty, naughty,” he said, his thumbs rubbing tiny circles along the base of my scalp.
“Mmm,” I moaned, leaning my head forward so he had better access. I pressed my ass back against him and slowly gyrated myself against his cock. “I love waking little Sven up.”
He laughed. “Little?”.
“Just an expression,” I said, my hands going to my aching nipples. I noticed I’d become hornier lately as well, something well appreciated by my men.
Flickering flames came to life behind us. We turned and saw Helmut in the back yard, standing over our fire pit. Sven took me by the hand and we walked outside to meet our Alpha.
“Where were you?” I said, walking up to him.
Helmut smiled at me. “Just out taking care of something minor. Turned out it was a waste of time,” he said.
The fire flickered brightly as Sven placed another log over the rowing flame. Then he walked behind Helmut and began rubbing his neck. “You’re tense. Relax,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” Helmut said, letting his head fall forward as our Seneschal massaged his shoulders and neck. “That feels so good. You have a talent for it, Sven.”
“That’s what I said!” I kissed Helmut, interlacing my fingers with his.
Helmut pressed his ass back against Sven and let out a groan. “You two were up to something before I arrived. I hope I didn’t ruin a moment.”
“No, just made it better,” Sven said, using an elbow to dig into Helmut’s back. “There’s the spot. This is where you hold it all in.”
“How did things go with Ulpi and Griggen?” Helmut asked.
“I listened to what they had to say and made some suggestions. I think they’ll eventually come around to each other again,” I said, my hands running up under Helmut’s shirt. “But that’s up to them. There’s only so much I can do.”
“Wise words, Grace,” Helmut said, kissing me. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me to press against him. His tongue spread my lips and dove past. He lightly bit my upper lip and tugged on it.
I moaned. “I don’t want to be your Grace tonight.” I felt his hardening need through his pants and my own body responded to that hot masculine presence. I ground my wet pussy against his thigh, my clit aching and in desperate need.
Helmut’s hand pulled my boob out from my top with one motion. The cold air made my nipple hard, then his mouth clamped down around it. His tongue swatted my nipple in delightful abuse. He growled around it, pinning me in place so he could suckle.
Sven bent forward and began to kiss and bite Helmut’s neck. He’d stopped massaging his Alpha, and now I saw his hands had gone further south. One big tattoo’d hand had lowered our Alpha’s zipper, and Sven pulled him out of his pants. I was hypnotized, watching Sven stroke Helmut’s cock. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“I think he likes it,” I told Sven.
“Oh, he always like it,” Sven responded. “All big and gruff, which this
huge slab of meat dangling between his legs. But at the end of the day, he just wants someone to hold him.”
Helmut released my glistening nipple and bent his head back to kiss Sven. Their tongues reached for one another, stubble scraping on stubble. Helmut put a thumb in my mouth, and my lips closed around it.
Sven’s other hand joined his first, pulling Helmut’s balls out of his pants. His experienced hands cupped them, two heavy stones full of cum. He stroked up and down Helmut’s shaft, his knuckles getting slick from Helmut’s pre-cum.
I got on my knees in front of our Alpha. I put my hand on Sven’s, letting him know I was down there now. I didn’t want to catch a softball sized pumping fist in the face. I opened my mouth and took Helmut’s purple head into my mouth. His musk filled my nostrils, his virile masculine scent that broadcast his need to mate. My own sexual heat turned up another notch, and I knew both my lovers could smell my excitement. “Watching you two kiss is magnificent,” I said.
Helmut put a hand on the back of my head, guiding my mouth up and down his pole. He was also grinding his ass back against Sven, enjoying the feel of a hard cock pressed against his backside. Helmut kissed Sven harder, hungry for his friend and Pack Mate.
Sven’s hand slowly pumped Helmut’s cock. Squeezing him from the base and running up to the tip, he was lazily filling my mouth with our Alpha’s pre-cum. I held it, the salty treasure laying heavy on my tongue until I could hold no more.
I stood up and pulled Sven’s mouth down to mine. His tongue shot into my mouth, discovering the gift I had for him. He scooped it out with relish, and we both swallowed our Alpha’s jizz.
Helmut’s tongue crashed into our kiss, and the three of us were a tangle of flesh. Hungry mouths, soft lips and searching tongues. We all pulled our clothes off until we were just three naked bodies against one another.
“I’m still hungry for you,” Sven said to Helmut as he dropped to his knees.
“I think I’ll join you,” I said as I also got down in front of our Pack Leader.
Sven’s tongue gave Helmut long licks. He laughed as Helmut slapped his big dick across his friend’s face. “Hey! Watch it,” he said. He pressed his lips against the head of Helmut’s cock and took him into his mouth. His cheeks went hollow as he sucked his friend’s cock.
“God damn, Sven,” Helmut said. “That feels incredible.”
“Now this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” I said, one hand dipping down between my legs to work my clit. I bent forward and licked Helmut’s balls, timing my licks to avoid crashing my face into Sven’s. Helmut’s soft skin was musky and salty with his sweat. It flowed into my brain like a thick fog of lust.
Sven pulled his mouth off Helmut’s cock and put it to my lips. I sank my mouth down on my Alpha’s prick, savoring the tastes of both men. Sven watched me intently, his pupils dilated and his cock hard.
He got up and put another log on the fire, our bodies casting shadows in the darkness of our yard now. The autumn evening was bringing cold along with darkness now, but our bodies fought against both. In our primal mating we fought against the darkness and kept each other warm.
Helmut stole a kiss from Sven as he walked past him. Once Sven was satisfied with the fire, he crouched down near me. Instead of joining me in front of Helmut, he lay down on his back and positioned his head under me. “Sit,” he said, his hands bracing my ass.
I lowered myself so that I was now sitting on his face. Two golden eyes peered up at me from between my legs.
“Now that’s a taste I’ve been waiting for all day,” he said as he took one long lick of me, ass to clit. He sampled me as he saw fit, licking between the folds of my labia.
I pulled Helmut by the cock so he was closer to me. His lengthy meat was at full attention, needing to be inside me. But he would have to wait. “Turn around,” I said.
He turned around, standing akimbo, giving me a full view of his wonderful ass.
“Hands on your knees,” I said.
He did as I instructed, his cock and balls hanging heavy between his legs.
I licked my finger, leaving it as wet as possible, then I sank it between his ass cheeks. “Now I’m the one who gets to comment on how tight you are,” I said, grinning.
“You’re still tighter,” Sven said from below me, his tongue dipping into my pussy to taste me.
I used one hand to spread Helmut’s cheeks apart, and my fingertip found his cute little balloon knot. I touched his sensitive entrance, circling it with my fingertip. “I guess it’s not often that the Alpha gets penetrated.”
“Not nearly often enough,” Helmut said, bent over. His hand was stroking his wet cock.
“A sense of decorum is important,” Sven said as his hard tongue spiked up between my cheeks to rim me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, concentrating on the sensation. It felt so incredible, just sitting on his face and using his hot mouth to get off like this. I remembered my other poor boy bent over in front of me and pressed my finger against his lone star.
“Relax,” I cooed at Helmut. My words worked, and his sphincter parted, letting my digit sink to the first knuckle. I bent forward, my tongue teasing the sensitive flesh wrapped around my finger. He relaxed more, and I began to finger pound his gorgeous tight ass as far as my finger would go. Every time I sank my finger to the hilt, his cock would twitch and a small drop of pre-cum would come out.
“That feels so good, Clarissa,” Helmut moaned. “But there’s something else I haven’t had in a long time,” he said. My finger came out as he lay down alongside Sven. He took his friend’s long prick in his hand and stroked it. Then he brought it to his lips, his mouth sinking down to Sven’s trim bush in one motion.
“Wow,” I said, impressed with his skill. My gag reflex was nowhere near as good.
“When you spend so long with one another,” Sven said, his eyes scrunching up, “you learn what each other likes.” I could tell he was trying his hardest not to come in our Alpha’s mouth.
Helmut’s technique was different. He was slow. His lips lingered as his whole head came up off Sven’s prick. At the top his tongue swirled around the head of his Pack Mate’s cock. His other hand was softly squeezing and releasing Sven’s balls, urging them to release.
“Unnnnh!” Sven groaned against my clit. His abs flexed as he sent load after load into Helmut’s hungry mouth. Like a true professional, Helmut didn’t miss a drop. He swallowed, then used his hands to make sure Sven’s well was dry. He squeezed him from the base to the tip, emptying him of his seed.
“I needed that,” Helmut said, wiping his mouth. “This looks like fun,” he said casually as his face pressed in next to Sven’s and both their tongues worked me.
I cried out in ecstasy as one stud’s mouth worked my clit, teasing it and flicking at it. The other was licking my taint and asshole, cleaning me better than any shower. I squeezed my breasts savagely as I came, white hot heat ripping through me like a wildfire. My legs gave out and I tumbled backwards, only to be caught and held by both men. I didn’t have a chance to enjoy an afterglow: they didn’t stop licking me.
“Unnnngh,” I moaned, squirming. My mind was screaming that it needed a few minutes to relax, but my pussy was still along for the ride.
Four big hands pinned me in place, holding my legs apart as their hungry mouths kept eating me out.
“We’re not done with you yet,” Sven said.
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