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  Take Me: The Maiden and the Monster (An Erotic Fairytale)

  by Madelene Martin

  Published by Madelene Martin, 2013.

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  TAKE ME: THE MAIDEN AND THE MONSTER (AN EROTIC FAIRYTALE)

  First edition. January 16, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Madelene Martin.

  Written by Madelene Martin.

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  Take Me: The Maiden and the Monster (An Erotic Fairytale)

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  The Maiden and the Monster

  She shivered with nervousness, and closed her eyes tightly. She could feel the tips of her nipples harden in the cool air, and the breath of the wolf-beast on her skin. Then, she felt the smooth tongue lick a long line over her breast, lapping at the nipple. It was hot, and moist, and sent a little thrill through her. With a deep breath she tried to relax, burying her fingers in the thick fur of the beast’s head while he licked and teased her breasts, first one then the other.

  Ella willed herself to be still while the creature licked its way down her body, down below her stomach to where she tried to cover her sex with one hand. It nuzzled her, and she moved the hand aside, quivering in anticipation.

  The beast inhaled deeply, sniffing her scent, and made a low rumbling growl. He gripped her hips in his huge hands, the skin turning pink under his claws. Suddenly, he roughly spun her, turning her around. He rose from his crouching position as he put one paw on her back and pushed her down, bending her double.

  “Don’t hurt me,” Ella murmured, her voice quavering.

  The forest was dark, with only scatterings of moonlight showing through the trees and making flittering shapes on the forest floor. The moon was full, of course. Ella had waited for this very night to go out "hunting".

  She was eighteen years old, a delicate girl - slim but with a curve of hip and breast that never failed to turn heads in the village. Her hair was a deep auburn and fell in soft waves to her slender waist. Her eyes, a deep green, sometimes looked bluer in the sunlight. She wore a white dress that flattered her creamy pale skin, and her red travelling cloak, the hood pulled up to cover her head. Her feet were bare - like many of the village youth she had little use for shoes.

  Ella knew the forest inside and out. She had lived on its outskirts for all of her life. It had always been peaceful, uneventful, and easy. Her family was what passed for wealthy in the area - which really meant that they had a couple of servants and people to work on their farm, and Ella had been tutored by the best teachers. Her father was the mayor of the village, and spent most of his days resolving small disputes and dispensing advice.

  Until recently, there had been no conflict, very little crime, and no violence.

  That had changed suddenly, when this year there had been an unexplained long and brutal winter. There had been reports of strange creatures in the forest, and then livestock going missing. Howls began to echo down through the hills. And then, young girls had begun to disappear.

  They had turned up days later, wandering back into town disoriented and unable to remember much except for one common theme: a huge, wild beast had taken them from the forest path and dragged them off somewhere to ravish them.

  In her village, everyone knew everyone. Ella knew that most of these girls weren't wholly virtuous, and had suspected at first that they had been sneaking off to meet boys from the neighbouring town. It wouldn't have been the first time. But then the latest young woman to go missing - a girl named Alys, who Ella knew well - showed her the giant, raking claw marks that ran down over her back.

  Ella was angry. She was upset for her friends and annoyed that she was now forbidden to enter the forest, which had always been her favourite place to wander. She had always been a headstrong girl, and now she felt she had to do something to protect the village. Besides - she was morbidly curious.

  She was good with a knife, and passable with the bow. Not being interested in dallying with young men, going to dances or gossiping, she had instead spent her time teaching herself to shoot. Her father had even indulged her when she was younger, taking her hunting for rabbits. Though, he had stopped when she'd gotten older, as he said it was not a sport for ladies. She carried her knife at her belt now, and the bow slung over her shoulder.

  It was her village, and she was going to get to the bottom of this.

  She hummed to herself: quietly but not too quietly. She wanted to attract the beast, after all. She stopped to pick white flowers in a patch of moonlight, because she had nothing better to do, and because she liked their scent.

  Far off, she heard a sudden howl. There was always a lot of howling when the moon was full. The sound echoed off the hills and she couldn't figure out where it was coming from. Shivering, she pulled her cloak tightly around her, and continued along the narrow path.

  Everything was quiet for a while, and just as she was beginning to despair of anything happening, she heard another howl - it sounded like it was right behind her. She jumped, spinning around on the spot. There was nothing there.

  Inexplicably, Ella felt angry.

  "Stop screwing with me and show yourself!" She shouted to the empty air, using language she wouldn't dare to use at home.

  Suddenly, there was a heavy weight on her left shoulder, dragging her around. She yelped, the flowers falling from her hand and landing on the grass. She batted wildly at whatever held her in its iron grip, then remembered herself and went for her knife.

  Her hand was grabbed and restrained, the knife dropping uselessly from her fingers. Huge, hairy paws held her. They were tipped with long, sharp claws. Ella screamed, and kicked out with her feet.

  The thing roared as she felt her foot connect with something. She caught the long sharp teeth shining in the moonlight. She didn't get time to see anything else, as she was snatched up roughly, thrown over the beast's hard back and carried at a swift, jolting pace through the woods.

  Branches whipped leaves against her, slashing her clothes, and she tried to shield her face and protect her eyes. She kicked and thrashed to no avail. The beast growled and shook her, and she screamed. A tear squeezed from the corner of one eye, but she blinked it away stubbornly. She would not give up. She would find a way to end this beast and its reign of terror.

  As strange as it was, eventually Ella found herself dozing as she was carried along, only waking when she was deposited roughly on a hard stony ground. She opened her eyes, squinting into the dim light. She had been about to scream, but held her tongue, thinking better of it.

  She was in a small cave, with no light but that of the moon shining in the entrance. A beast stared down at her. It was nearly seven feet tall, hairy all over, and its eyes glowed yellow. Its ears were tufted with hair and twitched this way and that. It crouched on the stone floor as though ready to pounce at any moment. Ella thought it was wolf-like in appearance, with dark grey fur and a bushy tail - though it was vaguely human shaped.

  She rubbed her eyes and sat up, meeting the animal's gaze. It looked at her almost curiously. Ella could see the intelligence in its eyes. She cocked her head, puzzled. "What are you?" She asked.

  The thing made a snorting growl, a soft shake of its shaggy head, and looked at her as though astonished. It opened its mouth. A long sound came forth, as though it were trying to speak.

  Ella's brow furrowed. "Are you the one who's been taking girls from my village?" She blurted out.

  The wolf-thing snarled, baring teeth and gums, but somehow it didn't make her
afraid. It looked defensive, as though her words wounded it. It gave her courage to voice her anger.

  "Why are you doing this?" She yelled. "Don't you have anything better to do than terrorize innocent maidens?"

  A pause - the beast's head cocked to one side. Then its body began to shake slightly. Ella drew her legs up under her, backing against the cave wall. A low rumbling noise emanated from the creature. It straightened up, throwing its head back and making a barking, growling sound. Slowly, she raised an eyebrow. Was... was it laughing at her?

  The thing crouched back down, wiping the back of one huge hand over its eyes in an oddly human gesture. It opened its mouth again. She caught a glimpse of a long red tongue, as it moved its jaw and contorted its face in an effort to speak.

  It forced out a sound. "N...Not..." She thought it said. Its voice was deep and rumbling, inhuman.

  Despite herself, Ella found herself learning toward the wolf, straining to decipher the strange sound. "Not what?"

  The thing blinked, and its mouth widened as though in a smile, its tongue lolling out between long teeth. It looked pleased that she had understood. "Mmmm-" It rumbled, then shook its head with a huff. "Mmmaaidenss." Then it began to laugh its panting, growling laugh.

  Ella gathered her cloak around her, unconsciously trying to preserve her modesty by hiding her legs, which were exposed where her white dress had been torn. She got to her feet, swaying a little, and put one hand on a hip. "Excuse me!" She cried, indignant. She felt her face grow flushed with anger and stalked closer to the wolf, pointing one long finger right at its face. "How dare you?" She spat. "Those girls did nothing to harm you!"

  To her surprise, the creature snapped its mouth shut, the smiling expression gone. Its ears flattened against its furry head, and it sank down to the ground, folding in on itself.

  Ella was more confused than ever. It looked for all the world as if it had taken her scolding to heart. She didn't know what to do.

  The beast spoke. "I'm... sorryyy." It rumbled, holding its giant head in its hands.

  "Then why?" Ella cried, dumbfounded.

  The wolf-thing looked up, its yellow eyes shining. It huffed, and slowly stretched a hand out toward her. It opened the palm, as though to show her something.

  Warily, Ella took one more step toward him, and looked. The palm of its hand was hairless, leathery and grey-black like his fur. In the middle was a symbol, like a star with some squiggly lines. Ella hadn't seen anything like it before, but something clicked in her mind. Something from stories her Ma had told her as a child.

  "Witchcraft!" She exclaimed, with a shiver.

  In confirmation, the beast nodded. Now she thought she recognised sadness in its eyes. It lowered its hand and curled it back against its body, staring at Ella.

  "You've been enchanted..." She murmured, beginning to put together a theory in her mind.

  "Cuuuuurrsed!" It snarled.

  "Cursed." She acknowledged. "And you are... trying to break it."

  The furry ears perked up a little, and the beast raised its long nose. It said nothing.

  Another shiver came over the girl. "What do you need to break your curse?"

  It stared at her for a long moment. "Mma.." It snarled, shook its shaggy mane. "Maaaiden." It looked like it was trying to get another word out, the tongue coming out to lick the snout and the lips curling back. "Luh... looovve."

  By now, Ella had quite forgotten to be afraid. It seemed as though she were in no immediate danger, and the beast seemed to have some semblance of humanity. Although he had done some terrible things, she was beginning to understand his motivation.

  "You won't get a maiden to love you by abducting one!" She said.

  What happened next almost made her laugh. The wolf-creature shook its head again, and covered its face with its hands, its ears lowering. It peeked out at her between open fingers. It almost seemed embarrassed.

  Realization slowly kicked in. "Ohh," Ella said, then began to blush herself. "OH. You don't need them to love you, exactly..."

  It nodded.

  "You've taken three girls, only to discover that none of them were really... virgins." She said quietly.

  Another nod.

  Ella sighed heavily. "You can't go around stealing people!" She admonished. "Don't you see - they're just about to come and hunt you down."

  The beast sunk down onto the floor, hiding its head, and suddenly Ella found she felt pity. After a moment's hesitation, she closed the remaining distance between her and the monster. She reached out one hand. Trembling a little, she laid it on top of the great furry head.

  "My name is Ella.” She said. “I will help you."

  The beast looked up, its ears twitching.

  "I don't know how," she continued, "but I will help you."

  After hours of questioning, and deciphering the beast's crude attempts at speech, Ella had a better idea of the conundrum.

  The beast had been a man - she couldn't understand the name he had tried to say - and had been cursed by a woman he had wronged (he hadn't told her how he had wronged her but had seemed embarrassed). It had been many months now, and he was beginning to forget his former life. He was growing desperate, and more animalistic. He had trouble remembering things she queried him about, and she suspected that the longer he spent in this form the worse he got. If he remained like this for long, she had no doubt, he would be completely feral. And if he preyed on any of the villages' livestock, or women - well, he would be hunted down and killed.

  The problem was, Ella could only think of one way to help him.

  Of course, she was a virtuous girl. She had been saving herself for marriage, like her father had always told her good girls did. And because she didn’t like any of the boys in the village enough to marry them, she had simply not been interested. She was subjected to constant stories of misadventure from her friends, telling her about the ways their boyfriends had wronged them and the various stupid things they did. They were all immature and crass, she thought.

  But... she cringed to think of it... but if she were to give herself to this beast, would it not be a noble thing? He was a poor man trapped in an animal’s body, and she was quite sure he had learned his lesson - whatever he had done. Besides, she was quite sure no one deserved this kind of curse. If she refused and ran, would he catch and take her anyway? She wasn’t sure. But if she did escape, one thing was certain. He would remain a beast, and become more and more violent. It was a matter of time before more people were hurt. Or the beast would be killed. She couldn’t stand the thought of either.

  She had told the creature she needed to sleep, and lay awake for hours mulling it over. She could hear the quiet snores of the beast where it lay guarding the cave entrance, and if she looked she could see his feet twitching as if in a dream.

  Ella got up, leaving her cloak on the ground, her bare feet scuffing in the dust as she approached the beast. Carefully she knelt down beside him, and put her hand on his head, between the ears.

  He raised his head with a start, his eyes meeting hers. His nostrils flared as he took in her scent, and he raised up to a crouch. He pushed his snout against her, sniffing her like a hound, then gave her a tentative lick on the forearm.

  The girl smiled, and reached up to undo the buttons at the top of her dress, revealing more of her creamy skin. She took one of the beast’s great paws and raised it with some effort, placing it on her waist. It looked up at her hopefully.

  “I am a maiden.” She said quietly. “Truthfully. I will help you. Do it, before I lose my nerve.” She said boldly.

  The beast blinked and huffed. Its eyes darkened with desire. It put its other hand against her chest, opened its paw against her bare skin, and used one claw to separate the remaining buttons from the dress. They fell on the ground, and Ella’s dress fell open, exposing her full round breasts and their pink nipples. The beast gently pushed it down over her hips, and it pooled around her ankles.

  She shivered with nervousness, and
closed her eyes tightly. She could feel the tips of her nipples harden in the cool air, and the breath of the wolf-beast on her skin. Then, she felt the smooth tongue lick a long line over her breast, lapping at the nipple. It was hot, and moist, and sent a little thrill through her. With a deep breath she tried to relax, burying her fingers in the thick fur of the beast’s head while he licked and teased her breasts, first one then the other.

  Ella willed herself to be still while the creature licked its way down her body, down below her stomach to where she tried to cover her sex with one hand. It nuzzled her, and she moved the hand aside, quivering in anticipation.

  The beast inhaled deeply, sniffing her scent, and made a low rumbling growl. He gripped her hips in his huge hands, the skin turning pink under his claws. Suddenly, he roughly spun her, turning her around. He rose from his crouching position as he put one paw on her back and pushed her down, bending her double.

  “Don’t hurt me,” Ella murmured, her voice quavering.

  In answer, she felt the claws of the beast run gently over the soft curve of her ass, in a kind of caress. Then he bent down low, and she felt the sudden invasion of his tongue, lapping at her sex, licking at the slit. She felt a strange heat in her belly, and felt swollen and wet between the legs. The long strokes of the beast’s tongue sent involuntary shudders through her body, and she realized with a shock that it was beginning to feel very pleasurable.

  Ella had never been touched there before, and had only briefly experimented with touching herself - knowing it was bad and dirty. That hadn’t felt like this. This was incredible - sending little shocks through her whole being. Her breathing began to come fast, and her hips were moving of their own accord, writhing against the grip of the beast as he probed her folds.

  His tongue found the center of pleasure, curling up around her clit, and now she moaned aloud, simultaneously excited and ashamed of her traitorous body. She heard the beast growl softly, a sound of delight, and he licked her harder there, faster. She felt his teeth pressing against her, his long, insistent tongue now thrusting inside her. The pleasure mounting, Ella helplessly cried out. She sensed something was about to happen, but didn’t know what - whatever it was was just out of reach, and she felt the overwhelming urge to catch it. She pushed her hips back against the creature’s mouth, her hands clenching in the dirt.