Wicked Fairy Tales: Red Wolf

Rouge hadn't noticed this before, he had not moved a single inch since the moment she had seen it. She forced herself to look at its face and saw its eyes staring at her. The eyes that looked back at her were dull but that didn't stop her from noticing that they were gold. It hit Rouge like a ton of bricks that it nearly sent her into a fit of hysterical laughter. This was Bardolph. The wolf that was bigger than a house was Bardolph, though his eyes were no longer glowing like they had when Bardolph had first entered her grandmother's house.

Though her knees were buckling with fear she took deep breath of frigid air. "Bardolph," her throat was so dry that her words barely came out as a whisper. "Is that you?"

The wolf's ears suddenly perked up and its tail began to wag rapidly from side to side. The wolf suddenly began to shuffle its feet like an excited puppy, before it began to bounding in and out of the forest with excited but nervous energy. Rouge watched the wolf run in circles around her after every few moments or so of running and jumping in out of the forest he would stop by her his head low to the ground the tip of his tongue sticking out of his mouth and his hindquarters high in the air his tail wagging madly in the air.

Rouge had decided to imitate the trees around her and remained perfectly still, but as she watched the wolf run madly around her, she felt the tension lessen until the beating in her chest resembled a somewhat normal rhythm. Her stomach on the other hands was beginning to churn uncomfortably as her eyes had been attempting to follow the wolf.

"Alright that's enough you, you are making dizzy, just sit will you."

The wolf immediately stopped running; it walked until he was in front of her and sat on his haunches. His tail still wagged wildly but he remained sitting. Rouge watched him curiously before she spoke again.

"Lay down," She said as she pointed a finger to the floor and the wolf did as he was told. Rouge felt a suddenly twinge of excitement.

"Roll over."

This time the wolf simply looked at her before it yawned and revealed its ridiculously long tongue and the impressive rows of very large teeth. It rested its head on its front paws and simply stared at her.

The sudden excitement she had felt vanished. "I guess you're not a fan of roll over."The wolf simply snorted.

Rouge stared at the wolf while he stared back unmoving and unblinking, which of course was a little unnerving, but the terror that had once screamed at her to run away for dear life, was a small whisper in the back of her mind and her curiosity spoke loudly over it. It asked if it was possible that she could touch the wolf and before she realized it, she had raised her hand and was taking tentative steps toward the wolf.

Steps would perhaps too generous of a word, it was more like she was shuffling along her stance wide incase he made any sudden moves she could jump away. Not that it would have been of much help. Although it did make her feel better that, she had some kind of backup plan in mind. The whispering terror began to grow louder, the closer she got the wolf but she soldiered on until she could feel the heat radiating from the wolf's body. She felt her heart in her throat but she was so close now. She closed her eyes, steeling herself; as she prepared to take the final step forward, when she felt something cold and wet press itself against her hand. She opened her eyes to find that the wolf had pressed her nose into her hand. This time the spark of excitement, bubble forth from her in a laugh.

"Wow," was all she could say, as she ran her hand through the fur on the wolf's muzzle feeling its warmth seeping into her hands. She ran her hands the side of its face and down its neck, when she rubbed her hand where his neck met his chest she saw his rear leg twitch. Intrigued by the reaction, she did it again. When his leg twitched again she began to rub this spot more vigorously she watched his leg kicking wildly just like a dog. Rouge couldn't help but laugh and feel the last of her fear evaporate from her.

The wolf suddenly stood on his feet knocking rouge onto her bottom, before she could even protest the wolf shook his wet fur sprinkling her.

"So I guess you don't like to be scratched there," she said as she got to her feet. She began dusting the clinging snow off her legs, when the ground disappeared beneath her for a moment and was suddenly replaced by fur. She had only a moment to adjust herself and hold on as the wolf began to gently trot through the forest.

Though she hadn't intended to, Rouge had fallen asleep while riding the wolf. She awoke with a start and only had a few seconds to realize that night was ending, she could tell by the hues of the sky, they had changed from black to purples dark blues and greens. Dawn would soon be upon them but rouge would be unable to see it, for the sky was replaced by a stone ceiling. Rouge turned back to look at the entrance of the cave and found moss waving gently back into place. She instantly understood why no one had found this cave the moss would have camouflaged the cave's entrance.

With the moss in place once more, the darkness of the cave became ever present. Rouge began to note how the wolf moved beneath her and began to count the steps, though she imagined that his stride was significantly longer than her own. Yet she did this to stave off the fear that came with being blind. The wolf came to a halt and Rouge's stomach tickled a little as she felt the wolf dropped down.

"Do you want me to get down?" In response to wolf shook his body gently.

Rouge tried to climb down as carefully as possible. However, it was very likely that she had yanked out some of his fur. Though her feet eventually touched the ground, Rouge held onto the side of the wolf.

"So what now?" She heard the wolf move slightly, which instinctively had her tightening her grasp on his fur. Then through the darkness she saw the light it was so faint that it barely noticeable.

"I guess I follow the light," she said to herself. Though she followed the light, she still never really let go of the wolf's fur. She felt that it helped her balance because even though she was shuffling more than actually walking she still felt off kilter though to be honest the whole day had thrown her world off kilter.

Finally she was close enough to the source of light, that it's illumination allowed her to see that the wolf was holding up a piece of leather hide to reveal the doorway from which the light was coming from. Once Rouge was inside the wolf let go of the hide. Rouge thought about going back out to see what the wolf was doing but her curiosity got the better of her and she followed the light to its source, which was a candle that was about ready to die out. She quickly found another candle and lit it with the others dying flame.

With her candle she in hand to begin to explore her surroundings, it wasn't long until she found a fireplace with wood ready to burn. It didn't take long for the flames to catch and illuminate the space around her. The candle had revealed glimpses of the space around her, the fireplace revealed everything, and what the light revealed was that the cave was someone's home. The first thing that Rouge noticed was the bed; it was big enough to fit three people. It was the closest thing to the fireplace. The bed was unmade and if she wasn't mistaken covered with silken sheets. She bypassed the bed to examine the adeptly crafted table with a single chair resting against it. Though she really didn't have much experience with fine décor, she had enough knowledge to recognize handcrafted work. There were other things to see a weapons rack, a cabinet, and a chest. Yet what caught her attention the most was the elegantly crafted case near the back of the cave. It was full to the brim with books.

"You'll have read them all within a year," said a familiar voice

Rouge jumped and turned to face Bardolph. He lit a couple of candles nearby giving her a chance to examine him, at the moment he had managed to wrap one of these bed sheets around his waist like a kilt. She noticed that the muscles in his legs were thicker than she had expected and his chest was furred with just enough hair to make him rugged, yet still allow her to appreciate the muscles beneath. Though to be perfectly honest what she found most appealing was how the hair on his chest grew thinner as it ran down his stomach but once he passed his belly button, it began to thicken again.

"Keep staring and you'll see this blanket do an amazing trick."

Rouge couldn't help but blush when she looked back up at him. Then she quickly looked away from him again, when she saw that his eyes were still glowing gold.

"Sorry I usually have better control than this, but last night was kind of hectic." The awkward silence between them only seemed to make him want to fill it. "I'm also sorry but your grandmother."

"So am I... so how long have you been a werewolf?"

"Straight to the point... I was born one."

"Those other men were werewolves too?"

"Yes, but they're not the same as me."

"Are you saying there different breeds, like dogs?"

"Sort of," Bardolph said shrugging his shoulders.

"Why did you bring me here?"

Bardolph sighed before he walked away from her toward a wall of the cave. "If I had to venture a guess, I would say that my other half believed that it would be best if we revealed ourselves completely to you. To throw ourselves at your tender mercy and hope you will accept us for who we...for what we are."

Bardolph placed his hand on the center of the wall and then removed a square piece of stone that popped up. Bardolph swung it wide open. There was a safe behind the stone. He retrieved a box from within and walked toward her.

"You have to understand Rouge, I can't change what I am, nor can I change how I feel about you."

"Can you even feel?"

That stopped Bardolph in his tracks. "That was rather cold of you."

"Well, I did just find out the man who I was planning to invite into my bed, turns into a giant wolf. So excuse me if I am not all warm and fuzzy right now."

"You really do have a sharp tongue," he said with a smile.

"Not as sharp is yours apparently. I have heard stories about your kind. How can I trust anything you say to me?"

"You know you say that, and yet here you are standing in my home, exploring it instead of hiding under the bed and cowering for dear life." He said as he began to close the distance between them once more. "But you know me. Finding out that I am something more than human scares you and because of that it makes you angry, yet you have gotten to know me as a person, so I'm guessing it's been pretty hard to reconcile the person and the monster being one and the same. There is one truth however, that remains the same whether I am a man or a wolf. You are mine and I yours."

He punctuated his words by opening the box in his hand to reveal what lay within. What she saw inside nearly took her breath away. It looked like a small belt but it was studded with diamonds and at its very center was a large ruby surrounded by sapphires. Again Rouge wasn't all that knowledgeable, when it came to fine jewelry but she knew that this piece alone would be able to feed her family alone for more than a decade hell there was probably enough for two.

"This was the other reason I wanted to wait. My grandfather started this tradition of chokers; we craft these for women we love, so all others will know whom she belongs to and who belongs to her. My Gran used to joke why should she have to wear a collar, when he was the one to turned furry once a month. May I?"

He said as he lifted the choker from the box. Rouge only gave a slight nod of her head as she was still trying to wrap her mind, around what he had told her. He quickly had the choker tied and stood back and lifted the lid of the box all the way so that the mirror in the lid could reflect the beauty of the jewelry back at her. Rouge couldn't help but admire the choker the leather was buttery soft against the skin of her throat and it was tied lose enough to breathe easy even though she felt the weight of the precious jewels.

"You have to understand Rouge, I love you I don't just lust after you, although I do that too but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, to hold you, to wake up with you, maybe even argue a little bit. I want it all. Now before you say anything you have to understand something. When we werewolves fall in love, we fall rather hard that means if you decide to say no. I will take you home and you will never see me again. If you accept me, then you will never want for anything if you want a house, I will build it with my own two hands, if you want to move from this place tell me where you want to go and I will take you there. If anyone does you any harm, they will not live long enough to see the next sunrise. But this is all your choice."

He closed the lid of the box and walked away from her giving her time to think. There were so many emotions roiling around within her. However, her head and heart were still in conflict with one another. She leaned against the bookcase as her hand caressed the choker.

Rouge decision had not been an easy one it had taken some time for the storm within her to find calm once more. Nevertheless, she found it at last and made her decision. She found Bardolph sitting in his chair his back to her as he stared at the fireplace. She could see the tension in the muscle of his shoulders as she got closer to him, she could also see the nervous energy of his left foot that he was trying to keep still.

"So have you made your decision?" Bardolph said in a hoarse voice. He didn't bother to look back at her which only made her smile and decided to tease him a bit.

"I haven't really decided yet. I have some questions, for instance you said you would build me a house what if I wanted you to build me a house as big as the ones the bluebloods have."

"I would build you one that would put the rest of theirs to shame."

"I like the sound of that. So you are willing to do whatever I say no matter what?"

"No matter what," he replied.

"Even, if what I ask you is a bit cruel?"

"Wha-" he began to turn to look at her. She forced his head forward again.

"Don't look at me unless I tell you, is that understood?"

"Yes."

"So I'll ask again, you will do whatever I say, no matter how cruel or unusual the order is?"

This time he hesitated before he answered. "Yes"

"Good. Remove your sheet."

This time he didn't even question her, he simply let the sheet fall to the floor. Rouge couldn't see his back because of the shadows caused by the light of the fireplace. So she began to run her hands down his back, she couldn't help but give a purr of satisfaction, his back was beautifully muscled and his backside was nice and firm he even flinched a little, when she squeezed it. She ran her hand down the side of his legs before lightly dragging her nails back up the front of his legs. She felt his shutter then she heard him groan, when she wrapped her hands around his shaft.

"Rouge," he gasped.

"Yes," she replied as she pressed herself against his back.

"Your clothes" he managed to groan, as she began to toy with him.

"I removed them some time ago." She pressed herself even closer flattening her breasts against his back and flicked his earlobe with her tongue before she whispered in his. "I never buy anything without thoroughly inspecting it first."

"So... I take it... your answer is yes... then?" he said a little throatily.

"Well..." she said as she kissed the side of his neck all the way down to his shoulders while her hands cupped and stroked him. She felt it twitch in her hands with every kiss. "I am not, not saying no...But I think I need a little convincing preferably with this interesting new toy I just found."

Rouge let go of him as she took a step back in an instant he turned to face her, closed the distance between them, and kissed her. It was a deep hungry kiss that she could feel the tendrils of pleasure all of the way down to her toes. The kiss only seemed to intensify the little shocks of pleasure she felt as he ran his hands all over her body and she did the same to him.

She broke the kiss, only because the need to breath subverted her need for pleasure. He didn't even bother trying to catch his, he just began to rain kisses down the side of her jaw, down her throat, her shoulder, her chest until his mouth latched onto her nipple. The shiver of delight ran down to her center adding to the already burning ache that she felt. So focused on the pleasure his mouth was giving her that she failed to notice his finger until she felt them inside her.

She was so wet that his fingers went in easily, making her groan at this new onslaught of sensation. He left one breast and focused on the other, all the while his finger were rubbing inside her. She clung to him not only for support but because she had this sudden irrational fear that this source of pleasure would disappear.

She pulled his head from her breast and kissed him savagely, so that he knew how wild he was making her. He seemed to understand very well because she felt something hit the back of one of her legs. She had a moment to realize that he had maneuvered her back to his bed. Before he could fall onto her she hooked her leg around his and turned them around so quickly that he when he hit the bed all he could do was quirk an eyebrow at her, which only made her laugh, before she kissed him again.

She broke the kiss only to imitate his earlier technique, she kissed his jaw, throat, shoulder, chest, and when she arrived at his nipple, she simply flicked it with her tongue. This made him shudder beneath her and reminded her of the thing what was eagerly pressed against her bottom. She dismounted him and began to leave a trail of kisses down his stomach she even kissed the side of his belly button and couldn't help but smile when his stomach clenched. She kissed down one of his legs until her head was in line with his phallus. She jumped from kissing his leg to kissing the tip, which drew a stuttering sigh from him.

"Rouge," he said breathlessly.

Before he could say another word, she swallowed him eliciting a groan and silencing any protest he was about to make. She experiment as she suckled him, she sometime swallowed all of him other times she focused on the tip, other times she laid kisses on him while her hand stroked him. She began to recognize what brought him pleasure from the moans, sighs and groans he made, he particularly liked it when she kissed the orbs attached at the base of his shaft. Though that wasn't way she learned to recognize his pleasure, she also learned from the way his body reacted, like when his legs tensed when she would use her tongue as she suckled him. Though what got the best response was when he twitched in her mouth. It happened a few times but it wasn't until she began to suckle him harder and changed the pace of her suckling that he truly began to squirm beneath her.

She felt him become even harder in her mouth she didn't think that was possible but apparently it was. When he gripped her shoulders and pulled her away from him. She tried to reach for him, he grabbed her hands and pinned them to her side. His head was resting against her shoulder as he gasped for breath. Something inside her beamed with feminine pride that she had managed to do this to him. Though he was still trying to catch his breath, he had some semblance of control once again before he rasped in her ear.

"My turn." Before she could even truly register his words, he picked her up in an incredible show of speed and strength and dropped her onto the bed. She bounced once and before she even properly landed, she felt his mouth on her folds.