23 comments/ 95310 views/ 122 favorites The Night with the Wolf By: Narg "C'mon, Liej," Liz hissed as she strode boldly between the trees. "Father is still out hunting and the servants are asleep. This is our chance to explore!" Liz's brother, Elijah, crept cautiously behind her, eyes searching the darkness. "We shouldn't be out here, Liz. What if father finds us? He's hunting in these woods, you realize that right?" Liej was such a scardy cat. "Aww, are you scared, little brother? You could always go back," Liz sneered. She wasn't watching Lie as she walked through the dark forest, but she knew he would go rigid and purse his lips trying to control his considerable temper. In her mind's eye she could see his jaw tighten as he fought to suppress the rage he had inherited from their father. Liz could guess almost word for word what he was about to say. "I wish you wouldn't call me that," Liej said in a carefully controlled voice. "I'm only six hours younger. We're really the same age. Also, if anything happens to you, Father will have me drawn and quartered." Liz rolled her eyes. Father was strict, but he would never take such drastic punishment to his only son and heir. In truth, Liej was only Liz's half brother. Liz was the daughter of Lord Isiah Goodking of Manswood with his wife, the Lady Annette, while Liej's mother was one of the maids. Their father had often boasted that he gotten both of their mothers with child on the same night, and they were certainly born on the same day. Of course, the fact that Liej's mother was a common maid had no effect whatsoever on his status. As mother had often told her, this was a man's world, and only one's father mattered. Nor did it matter that Liz was born first. She got mad just thinking about it. She was way smarter and braver and better than Liej at everything, but just because Liej had an extra little dangly bit between his legs, he stood to inherit everything, including Liz herself if she wasn't yet married when Father died. Girls were nothing more than property in the man's world. "Liz, slow down! It's dark, you might trip, and if you get hurt I am DEAD!" hissed Liej. Liz realized she had been walking faster than she had intended, but she didn't care. She always got soooo mad when she thought about how lucky Liej was to be a boy. He didn't deserve it. "Ohhhhh I get it," he said mocklingly behind her. "You're thinking about how I'm gonna inherit someday and you're gonna get nothing! Aren't you over that already?" Liz broke into a run. As Liz stepped forward, her foot did not encounter the ground as she had expected it to. She pitched forward onto a steep incline, screaming as she rolled down the slope. She was vaguely aware of Liej shouting her name frantically as brambles tore at her dress. A tall shadow loomed in front of her-a tree- and she couldn't stop her momentum. There was a THUD. She awoke in darkness, feeling a cold wetness against her arm. Blood? No. She had rolled down a ravine and landed next to a small brook. Liz shakily climbed to her feet. Liej's concerned shouts rang down from above, getting closer by the second. She should shout back, tell him she was alright. As her mouth opened she froze. A low, deep, powerful growl. It seemed to resonate with her bones, turning her muscles to jello. Trembling uncontrollably, she managed to turn her head to gaze into the glowing yellow eyes of the monstrous wolf as it slowly walked toward her, fangs barred. It was huge; twice as big as any dog she had ever seen. It's fangs glimmered in the moonlight as the beast slowly advanced on Liz. It's terrible yellow eyes burned with hunger. Hunger for Liz's flesh. Liz realized that this was probably the very wolf that her father had gone out to hunt that afternoon. Suddenly this entire excursion into the woods seemed so stupid. Father is out hunting a wolf in the woods, so let's go into INTO the woods where both father and the wolf are. Great idea, Liz! Absolutely brilliant. Funny the things you realize right when you're about to die. The wolf prepared to leap. But then he was there, between her and the wolf. Liej stood in the crouched stance he had learned from his sword lessons, although all he held was a small stick. "Liz, are you hurt? Can you run?" She could hear the fear in his voice, but his hand remained steady as he held out that flimsy stick at the wolf. "Liz, you need to run, right now." She managed to stumble a few feet before she collapsed against a tree. She scrambled behind it, hiding, though she knew it would do no good to hide from a wolf. She couldn't run. She was too scared. The wolf tried to circle around Liej, perhaps sensing that Liz was easier prey, but Liej moved quickly, keeping himself between it and her. The beast snarled in frustration, and Liej snarled right back. He didn't seem afraid anymore. How could he not be afraid? "You can't have her," Liej growled to the wolf. "She's mine." He looked... different, somehow. For a moment, Liz thought she was looking at a grown man rather than a twelve year old boy. The wolf leapt at Liej. Liz watched horrified and screaming as it's jaw snapped shut around his shoulder. She fell to her knees, unable to watch as Liej screamed in pain and the wolf snarled as it tried to tear him apart. She thought she heard shouts and hoof beats in the distance before everything went black. ------------------------------------------------ Miss Elizabeth Goodking gasped, panting heavily as she took in the darkness of the inside of her carriage. She had not dreamed of that night with the wolf in over a year. In a way, it was fitting that she would have that dream tonight, because by midmorning she would be home. She had not been back in almost four years. Only one week past she had graduated with honors from the Servewell Higher Education Institute for Young Women. The very next day she had received a terse letter from her brother, Elijah. "Father is in ill health. He won't make it. There isn't much time. Come home." Elizabeth hired a carriage straightaway. If she hurried home, she might just make it in time to watch her father die. That thought filled her with mixed feelings. After her mother's death two years ago, Father and Elijah were the only family Elizabeth had left. The Lord Isiah Goodking of Manswood had never been a kind man, but he did care for his children in a sort of rough, callous way. Elizabeth had not seen him since she left for the institute four years ago. Most young ladies of Elizabeth's status were married soon after their eighteenth birthday. Her father had pressured her to seek marriage, but he had the decency not to force her outright. Many fathers would not be so lenient, as he had often reminded her. After Elijah had joined the army she had asked her father for permission to attend the Servewell Institute, the greatest educational institution for women in the country, and he had belatedly agreed, provided that she find a groom and get married within a month after her graduation. She had lied to her father, telling him that she had met a man worthy of her affections in order to stall even further. Her father hadn't really understood the reason why she had refused to get married. He thought it was her independent spirit. Elijah probably thought the same thing. She stretched and yawned, sliding open the window of her carriage as it rolled down the road toward home. The sun was just beginning to rise and she would not reach the end of her journey for hours yet. She picked up the book she had been reading last night, Franklyn Rulercock's classic On the Human Female. As a woman, Elizabeth found it fascinating to read about women from the perspective of a man, and Rulercock's work was widely acclaimed. She flipped to the chapter titled "Controlling Rebellious Females". "Of all the creatures of the Earth that Man rules over (as is His right) none have greater capacity for resistance to His will as the woman. This is because the woman is of His own species and possesses all of His cunning. It is unwise to underestimate the intelligence of the human female. A wise Man must not assume that He is cleverer than His mate." Well, he got that part right. She kept reading. "That said, the human female can be properly bent to the will of Man assuming the proper methodology is employed. Many women will submit willingly to the natural order without protest. Some, however, are difficult, and will bite the hand that rules them. These females resent the natural order, and will resist the will of their owners out of bitterness, ultimately bringing misery upon themselves as well. In order to control such women, a binding ritual is highly recommended. We will explore the binding ritual in detail in chapter four, but in short, women can be bound to follow a Man's command. All that is needed is a sample of each of the female's four primary fluids, a sample of one's own essence, and a medium to absorb them, such as a towel or cloth. "But I must stress that the binding ritual is limited in nature. It will bind the woman to carry out the commands of the Man, but remember that woman is a crafty creature. If it pleases her, she can twist Man's words to thwart their purpose. In this way, she can spite Him, bringing Him misery. For difficult females, I recommend one of two courses of action in addition to a binding ritual. "First, it is possible to rule over a woman with pain and fear. With adequate use of sufficiently harsh punishment for increasingly minor infractions, Man can put woman in a state of terror, which, combined with the binding ritual, completely precludes her ability to resist His will. This approach has a few disadvantages. It requires an extremely firm hand, and Men who are not very sadistic may have trouble inflicting such pain upon their mates. Additionally, if a Man rules over a woman with pain and fear, she will likely come to hate him, and although she will be unable to resist His will, neither will she be truly dedicated to His well being and His pleasure. It is unlikely that this course will result in long term happiness for Man or for woman. "The second and far more pleasant way to control a rebellious female is with the judicious application of sexual pleasure. Human females, like human males, are sexual creatures. A woman will have a difficult time resisting the will of a Man who is her only source of frequent, powerful orgasms. In order to control a woman with sexual pleasure it must be applied in such a way as to reward her obedience, then it can be withheld from her as punishment if need be. However, the ability to give a woman sexual pleasure consistently requires a great deal of knowledge and skill." The next few pages were filled with different methods of making women cum. Some of them were very interesting indeed. Elizabeth read through them eagerly. The descriptions of the various methods were scholarly and clinical, lacking any emotional charge. After all, this book was written for men as an instruction manual, not for women's erotic amusement. Even so, Elizabeth found her face heating as she read a passage describing a method in which a woman's anus was stimulated with a foreign object during sexual intercourse. Elizabeth had never had sex before, but that didn't mean she was unfamiliar with the theory. There had been entire courses at the institute focused on learning to please men, and even before that, Father hadn't exactly shy when he used Elizabeth's mother or any of the maids who stuck his fancy. Rulercock's book entertained her adequately over the next few hours, and the next time she glanced out the window the carriage was rolling through the grounds of Manswood manor. As she passed the tall, weathered obelisk of wood known as the whipping stump, memories whirled through her mind, from a time when she was ten years old. ------------------------------------------- *CRACK!* Liej grunted in pain as the cane hit his back, arms struggling against his restraints. It was no use, he was chained to the whipping post, a tall stump that had been used to punish disobedient servants and children for generations. The post was solid as ever. Father drew back his arm for another blow. Liz giggled. Maybe this would teach Liej not to be such a stupid head. It probably wouldn't. Her half brother was bad to the core, since he was born of one of the maids rather than her own noble mother. Liz had knocked over a pot of soup in the kitchens while father was away, and Liej hadn't stopped her, so now father was whipping him for his inability to keep his sister in line. The fact that she was responsible for the whole incident did not make Liz feel bad in the slightest. Liej always deserved a whipping as far as Liz was concerned. Liej raised his head, looking directly at Liz. Hate burned in his eyes as the cane fell on his back with another loud crack. Beside Liz stood her mother, the Lady Annette Goodking. "This is all my fault," said Mother. She sounded horrified. That was odd, Liz had thought that Mother hated Liej as much as Liz did. Liz tugged at her skirt. "What's wrong, Mother? Liej is just getting whipped again, that happens all the time." "This time is different, dear. I know you tipped over that pot of soup on purpose. You KNEW that would get Elijah in trouble. Oh, what have I done..." Liz didn't see why she was so upset. But then, Mother crouched down and took her by the shoulders. "Listen well my daughter. Your mother is a selfish, petty, jealous woman. She hated that your father took pleasure from another, hated that he gave his child to another to bear. I couldn't hate your father because I love him so much. So instead I hated the child of that other woman. Elizabeth, you've watched how I treated Elijah, and you've learned my contempt. That's why you did this, isn't it?" "It's just a little whipping," Liz muttered. "Liej is going to inherit the whole mansion some day, and I'm going to get nothing. He can take a few hits, can't he?" "Look at him," ordered Mother. She looked. Liej's eyes burned with rage as they met hers. His face contorted with pain as the cane hit his back with another loud crack, but his gaze never wavered. "He doesn't care about inheritances, Elizabeth. All he can feel is pain, pain for someone else's sin. He HATES you. Listen to me, my only daughter. Brothers are NOT supposed to hate their sisters, not like this. We are women in a Man's World, remember that. The affection of men, especially brothers and fathers is the only thing that preserves us. Promise me you'll get along with Liej from now on." "But, he's so stupid-" "Promise me." As Liz watched Father bring his cane down with a loud crack against Liej's back, she actually felt kind of bad. "I promise," she whispered. That night Liz slipped out of bed and crept slowly down the hall to Liej's room. She knocked softly. Liej opened the door a moment later and peered out at her. She could tell by the puffiness around his eyes that he had been crying. "What do you want, Liz?" he said, coldly. "Come with me for a bit," she replied. "Why, so you can get me whipped again?" "Just come, stupid." Liej grumbled, but he followed her as she sneaked out of the mansion through the servant's quarters. She broke off a stick from a small tree as she led Liej through the cold night air back to the whipping post. When she arrived she turned on her heal to face him. "Liej," she said, "Do you hate me?" "Yes," he replied without hesitation. She dropped the stick on the ground. It wasn't quite as thick as Father's cane, but it would have to do. She turned around and wrapped her arms around the whipping post. "Hit me until you don't hate me anymore." "I bet you think I won't really do it," he said picking up the stick. "I know you will, stupid," said Liz, bracing herself as she heard the stick whistle through the air. Pain exploded in her back, and she screamed at the top of her lungs. She knew it was going to hurt, but this was way, way worse than she thought! How had Liej taken this over and over without crying out? She sank down to her knees and curled up in a ball as she felt hot tears pour down her cheeks. "Oh geez! Oh god, Liz, I'm so sorry." Liz felt Liej's arms gently rap around her, the heat of his chest against her back warding off the cold night air. "I won't hit you again. Please don't cry?" "Do you still hate me?" she sniffled. "No." "Good." Liz dried her tears on Liej's arm. His arms felt good around her. She felt... warm. For the next two years, Liz and Liej were just like a normal brother and a normal sister. They played together, and told each other stories, and argued and fought. Liz still got Liej in trouble a lot, but never on purpose. Liej was still a stupid head, but Liz liked him anyway, and Liej liked her too, even if he wouldn't admit it. ------------------------------------------------- Elizabeth shook herself out of her daydream as the carriage halted before the Manor's front door. Those days were just a memory now. Elijah was different ever since the night with the wolf, a man rather than a boy. No, the change had started even before that, on their twelfth birthday. Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage. It felt good to stretch her legs after such a long ride. Joseph, the butler, bowed as she walked up the steps, and then pushed open the tall manor doors. Joseph had been old even when Elizabeth had been a child, but he still stood as straight as ever. "Miss Elizabeth, welcome home. Lord Elijah wishes to see you immediately in his study," he said in his crisp, precise voice. Lord Elijah in his study? It seemed Elizabeth hadn't made it in time. "I have been riding through the night. Inform my brother that I will see him after I have a chance to freshen up." "Lord Elijah said immediately, Miss. He was very specific on that point." Elizabeth sighed. "Very well." She climbed to the second story and turned to the left, toward the study. This first meeting with her brother after four years apart would be crucial for her future. Either she would get everything she ever wanted or she would wind up married to some man she barely knew, forever exiled from her home. The legal reality was that she was completely at his mercy, and therefore his first impression of her would be of utmost importance. She wished she at least had time to touch up her make-up and brush her hair. She paused before the study door. This was the site of another turning point, ten years ago, on their twelfth birthday. Looking back, she knew it was the day her brother's hunger had awakened. -------------------------------------------- Liz rounded the corner to see her mother standing just outside Father's study. She looked ill. "Mother," Liz said, concerned. "Are you alright? Why has father summoned us to his study?" Mother shook her head as if to clear it. "I'm fine, dear. Your father wants to see you. Both of you," she added as Liej rounded the corner behind Liz. Liej looked to the side awkwardly. He was still uncomfortable around the Lady Anette, Liz's mother, though Lady Annette had stopped treating him with contempt nearly two years ago. "It's your twelfth birthday," Mother continued. "Oh. Is he going to give us a present?" Liz asked hopefully. "Not exactly." Mother looked even sicker than before. "Your Father has decided that you should both learn the ways of the world. Just... go inside." Liej shrugged and pushed past Liz, opening the door and stepping into Father's study. Liz followed behind, and nearly bumped into Liej's back as he froze. Liz looked past him into the room. Their father, Lord Isiah Goodking, sat behind his imposing mahogany desk, stroking his short-cropped beard with his hand. Beside him stood a dark haired woman, completely nude. She kept her head bowed and eyes lowered. The Night with the Wolf "Mother," gasped Liej. "Why are you..." ------------------------------------ Elizabeth shook her head, waking from her daydream before the rest of the lurid scene could play out in her head. That memory didn't bear thinking about right now. The experience on their twelfth birthday had been strange and upsetting, but it didn't really change anything for Liz and Liej. They were still just kids after all, and matters of men and women were still years beyond them. Only... sometimes Liz caught Liej looking at her strangely. Like he was hungry, and she was food. She hadn't thought about it much until the night with the wolf, a few months later. After that, she had recognized that hungry look for what it was. Elijah's desire for her had only continued to grow during their adolescence, as she began to develop more feminine features. A few times she thought he was on the brink of acting on those desires, but he always held himself back, probably for fear of hurting her, and possibly to avoid father's wrath. He was a stupid head, her dear brother, but he wasn't THAT stupid. Father would have literally, not figuratively, killed him if he had even suspected. And Elizabeth... Well, if Elizabeth had learned one thing from the night with the wolf, it was that she didn't want Elijah to die. On their eighteenth birthday, Elijah announced that he was off to join the army. Father was furious. He didn't want Elijah to leave since he was the only male Goodking heir, but Elijah had been insistent. By the guilty look in his eye when he bid her farewell, Elizabeth knew the true reason he was leaving. To escape temptation. You can't get away from me that easily, little brother. Elizabeth brought her mind back into the present. She stood in front of an oak door. Beyond it, her brother waited. The next few moments would be crucial. She would either get what she had barely dared to hope for or be condemned to a life of servitude to some man she had never met. It all depended on Elijah now. There would have been other women around in the army, whores and washerwomen and whatnot. Had his lust for Elizabeth simply been because she was the only girl his age around? If so, he would no longer desire her as he once had. Elizabeth pushed open the door and stepped into the room. The floor before the old mahogany desk was covered in a rug of wolf fur, the pelt of the very wolf from that horrible night. The man sitting behind the desk raised his head to look at her. Hunger burned in his eyes, hunger so intense that her heart nearly seized up in fright, even though that hunger had been the very thing she had hoped to see. She had seen that look before. It was the look of an animal driven to desperation by desperate unfulfilled need. Of course, she felt the same way he did, but she was much better at hiding it. She shivered in excitement, but covered it up by clutching her shawl more tightly about her shoulders, as if she were cold. Elijah had filled out since she had last seen him four years ago, his formerly slim form now powerful, muscular. He had grown out his hair as well, the pure black mane he had inherited from his mother hung nearly to his shoulders now. A small scar adorned his forehead above his right eye, probably from a saber cut earned while suppressing some rebellion or other on the frontier. He wore a saber on his belt, the mark of an elite officer in the Army. "Sister! Welcome. Are you cold?" he asked with concern. "Just a draft," she said lightly as she shut the door. "About Father..." "I'm afraid he passed away yesterday evening," Elijah said somberly. "I rode through the night, but I still wasn't able to make it in time," said Elizabeth sadly. "What sort of illness took him to the afterlife?" "No illness at all," Elijah murmured. "Slow poison." "What? Poison! Who would do such a thing? And why?" "One of the maids. I believe Tiffany was her name. She had formerly been one of Father's favorites, until he moved his affections to a younger girl. You know how father was." "What happened to her? The girl, I mean." Elijah's face grew hard. "I meted out justice." "As was your right," Elizabeth said sadly, tasting both relief and guilt. "As was my obligation. But we have other things to discuss, sister dearest." "Oh?" said Elizabeth, feigning ignorance. "Such as?" "Such as your future. As Father's heir, I have inherited you, as I'm sure you are aware, Liz. You were always bitching about that when we were kids." Elijah stood up, walking slowly around the desk, to stop two feet away from her, hungry eyes blazing. He towered over her, and with that hungry look in his eyes... She would have been very scared if she hadn't intended to seduce him anyway. Elizabeth felt her cheeks heating. "I did not-erm. Yes, I am aware of that, brother dearest." "So, the question is, what am I to do with you?" He tilted his head, then broke eye contact, pacing around her like a predator circling its prey as he continued. "Before he died, father intimated to me that you had met a man whom you considered fit to marry. Is that the case?" "There is a man I have my eye on," she said coyly. "Oh?" He chuckled to try and hide his jealous bitterness with mirth, but he couldn't fool Elizabeth. "I must confess, I thought you would be unwed until doomsday. Something about hating the idea of being sold as a whore." "The reality is that the world belongs to men. I must live as property, or not at all. Besides, I would like to feel the touch of a man while I am yet young." That much was true at least. "So then, tell me of this man who finally conquered your independent spirit." Elizabeth smiled mischievously. "He is kind," she began, "if somewhat self-centered. Emotionally intense, but with good self control, usually anyway. Brave, though risk-averse. He isn't terribly smart, but I don't mind because that makes him easier to read. Oh, and he's quite handsome, too." Elijah stopped his circular pacing and stood in front of her, looking her in the eyes again. "Does he care for you?" He asked softly. Elizabeth's smile widened to a grin. "Yes, he most certainly does. More, I dare say, than he cares for his own life." Elizabeth watched Elijah's face carefully as his gaze darted downward to the wolf skin rug on which they stood and his hand twitched toward his upper right torso, where he still bore the ugly scar of the wolf's teeth. She could feel the anger and pain radiating from him. She had to hold in her mirth. Dear Liej was as dumb as ever. Elijah turned from her and walked slowly to the desk, likely trying to suppress his anger. With a smile, he turned around and leaned against the desk. "Kindly remove all your clothes," he ordered. Elizabeth felt her jaw drop. She hadn't expected Elijah to be so forward. "My... clothes..." She hesitated. "Yes indeed. If I am to give you away to this... man... of yours, I might as well see what it is I'm giving him. Strip." "But..." "Does a man not have a right to examine his own property? Take off all your clothes. Now." He grinned devilishly. "Come now sister, we grew up together. It's not like I'm going to see anything I haven't seen before." "Oh, is that what you think?" Elizabeth undid the buttons on her dress. "I'm not the same gangly girl you used to take baths with, brother." She untied the white sash around her waist and allowed her black silk dress to fall to the ground, covering only her breasts with her hands and spun for him, showing off her body in all its glory. Elizabeth was rather proud of her looks. Wavy Red hair she had inherited from both her father and mother cascaded down her pale, flawless back, halting just above the curve of her round, perfect posterior. Green eyes twinkled mischievously from her angelic face. Her bountiful bosom threatened to overflow her hands. Between her legs only a thin strip of short, well groomed red hair guarded her pink virginal treasure. She smirked as she saw awe upon Elijah's face, which was followed by even more intense hunger like a starving man staring at the most delicious feast on earth. What cause had she to be shy? She had come here to seduce him, after all. Of course, she wanted to torture him as much as possible first. "I see that," Elijah said in a strangled voice. He coughed. "You've grown into quite a woman, Elizabeth. Now, I need to know everything about your sexual history. Spare no details" She stared at him. He had surprised her again. "Seriously?" "Seriously. And not just sex itself. Have you ever been kissed? If so, by whom? Do you masturbate, and if so, how often, and what toys, if any, do you use? Et cetera. Kindly be as frank as possible." She hesitated. "Well?" he demanded. "Very well," she began grudgingly. "At twenty-two years of age I am still a virgin untouched by man. However, my maidenhead itself was broken when we were children, climbing a tree." "A yes, I remember now. There was blood everywhere. We totally thought you were dying." "Erm, yes. Apart from that unfortunate episode with the tree branch, I have never had any object inside of me other than my own fingers. I did practice kissing with one of my roommates at the institute. Speaking of which, there was an entire course about pleasing men at the institute. No actual men were involved, but we did receive instructions in the art of giving oral pleasure." "So you have had no sexual contact with any man," said Elijah thoughtfully, "including this man you've set your sights on?" "He has never so much as kissed me," Elizabeth said huskily, "but sometimes I catch him staring at me, and... sometimes I lie awake at night, thinking of all the wicked things he will do to me once I am within his grasp." She gave him her most evil smile. "And then I slip my fingers into my little virgin pussy and have myself a sweaty, sticky night." She giggled. Elijah shut his eyes, breathing deeply. She had finally pushed him to the brink. For him, this was the point of no return. Elizabeth knew that he was weighing his hunger for her against his desire to keep her safe. He really did care for her, she knew, and as powerful as his lust was, his desire to do right by her might yet win out. After all, as far as he knew, indulging in his lusts would be the vilest form of rape. She needed to push him a bit further, like a bullfighter enraging a bull to get it to throw away caution and charge. "So," she sneered, "have you decided what to do with me yet, little brother?" That did it. Elijah's eyes snapped open, hunger now tempered by determination. He slid off the desk onto his feet and paced around her once more. After a few seconds, he began to speak in a soft, dangerous voice that sent tingles down Elizabeth's spine, and his voice only gained intensity as he continued. "I never have been good at hiding things from you, have I, Liz? Which means you surely must know by now that I feel desires for you that are improper considering our familial bond. I never told you, and you never said anything, but I'm sure that some time during those years you must have figured it out. Still, I am not certain that you quite understand the intensity of my lust. Upon our eighteenth birthday I could no longer fight it. I ran. I joined the army, just to get away from you, reasoning that by the time my tour of duty was up, you would be married and the temptation would be gone. "The wider world has a way of changing one's perspective. I realized something on the battlefield as I watched my best friend try to stuff his intestines back through the hole in his gut. I could die, at any time. Die, having never felt your hair between my fingers, or your breasts against my chest, or tasted your kiss, or felt you tighten around my cock as you came. Suddenly, my life seemed a huge waste. But somehow, I managed to survive the battlefield and return here to my home, and through some bizarre circumstances father was dying and, miracle of miracles, my dear sister, the object of my longstanding desire, was yet unwed." Elijah halted in front of her, raising his hand to brush a strand of brilliant red hair from her face. "So then I had one more dilemma to face," he continued in a whisper. "Could I steal away my dear Elizabeth's future, force her to live in disgrace as my sister-slave with no status to speak of, all for the sake of my twisted incestuous obsession? I searched my heart and found that I could not. To be honest, I hadn't decided until just now. "No. I will allow you to marry this man of yours. I will allow you, the only woman I ever loved, to walk out of my life and never return, if that makes you happy. After all, I fell in love with a happy, free spirited girl named Liz. The thought of keeping you locked up in this mansion against your will makes me sick. So you may leave if that is your wish. Tomorrow." His hand slid into her hair and closed his fist in it, pulling her head back so he could stare down into her eyes. She gazed up at him, heart swelling even as a tendril of fear crept up her spine at the sheer intensity of the hunger in his eyes. "Today," he whispered hoarsely, "I am at the limits of my self-control." Then he kissed her. A wave of heat washed over her body as Elijah's lips met hers at long last. She tried not to kiss him back too enthusiastically, for fear of giving up the game. She would keep tormenting him yet. Still, it was difficult to concentrate on that as his hands roamed her naked body, cupping her waist, caressing the curve of her ass, and squeezing lightly at her breasts. She wanted to touch him too, but that would surely show him that she wanted him, and that would ruin her fun. After what seemed like forever, he pulled his mouth away from hers, both siblings panting raggedly. Elizabeth was trembling with excitement, so she put on her best visage of horror and disgust and, pretending to tremble in rage rather than gleeful anticipation, said, "You are a truly horrid man, Elijah. The worst." "Yes. I am the most awful man to ever walk the earth," he snarled, seizing her shoulders and forcing her to the ground. "So vile that I would even force myself upon my own virgin sister!" He was so strong! Elizabeth couldn't have fought him even if she had wanted to. She felt the soft fur of the wolf against her back as Elijah's rough hands slid up her thigh until they encountered her now thoroughly sodden mound. "And you are wet for me. You must be a depraved little slut." Well, he had her there. Her back arched as his fingers found her clit, then again as his mouth descended on her breasts. "You bastard," she panted as he licked and sucked at her aching titflesh. "You only saved me from that wolf so you could devour me yourself. OH!" She gasped as he bit down on her nipple. "Careful, Liz. You're starting to sound like you're enjoying this," he chuckled as he pinched her other nipple roughly with his fingers. "I figure that I may as well, since I can't stop you from taking what you want..." She slid his hands over his chest, frantically attacking the buttons of his shirt. It would have been so much easier if her hands hadn't been shaking so much. When she was done with the buttons she pulled his shirt back over his shoulders. Her eyes devoured his hard abs, his well muscled chest, and the ugly, sexy scar of the wolf's bite that adorned his right shoulder and upper chest. Trembling, she lowered her hands to his pants. She gasped in shock at the sheer size of the stiff bulge she felt there. That couldn't really be his cock, could it? If it was, then he was even bigger than father! "What have you got for me here, younger brother?" she asked playfully as she gently rubbed his hardness through the cloth, in awe of the sheer SIZE of it. Elijah raised his mouth from her breast to chuckle. "So you've stopped calling me little. I suppose it's a start." He unzipped his pants, allowing his massive cock to fall into her hands. It radiated heat as she ran her hands up and down its enormous length and girth. Finally after all these years she held him in her hands. His massive manhood promised pleasure and pain to her pussy, and the sublime subjugation of her soul. She spread her legs and slowly brought his mighty weapon of conquest to bear on her vulnerable, virginal vagina. "Well then? Get on with it," she said, feigning disinterest with so little skill that it was obvious even to Liej, prompting him to chuckle again with mirth. "Oh, Liz, I have waited so long..." he moaned, and pressed his hips forward. This was it. The culmination of years of teasing and playing coy, of pretending not to notice when he peeked at her in the bath. The end of all those lonely nights when she rubbed her clit raw while imagining his hands on her, his body rocking against hers... She could feel the giant head of his cock pushing against the entrance to her pussy. With a feral snarl he pushed forward, impaling her sodden cunt and claiming her virginity. She gasped for air, feeling almost as if she had been punched in the gut. Her pussy ached as it was painfully stretched around Elijah's enormous girth. "Take it!" he hissed in her ear. "Take your brother's cock, you whore!" He pulled his hips back, withdrawing his entire dick from her, before slamming home once more, this time much harder. Elizabeth howled as he pounded her without mercy, just as she had hoped he would. The pain began to fade as her body surrendered to his invading member, its long-suppressed desire to be dominated rising at last to the surface. As the pleasure began to build, Elizabeth decided to throw away her dignity entire. "I'm a WHORE!" she shrieked. "A whore for your COCK! For my own BROTHER'S COCK!" Elijah responded to her declaration of whordom by claiming her mouth in a kiss as he continued to fuck her cunt. She melted, an orgasm overtaking her as she moaned in pleasure into his mouth, bucking her hips up to meet his thrusts. At last, she felt the pleasure subside, leaving her entire body feeling exhausted. Her first time had been even better then she had imagined. Of course, she should have known that Elijah wasn't done with her yet. He seized her hair and hauled her to her feet, then shoved her roughly to the desk, where he pushed down on her back, forcing her to bend over. As her breasts pressed against the hard wood of the desk she idly noted that her head was currently in the exact same place Liej's mother's pussy had been ten years ago, on their twelfth birthday. She almost thought she could smell her juices, as if they had seeped into the wood. Elizabeth had little time to contemplate as Elijah moved up behind her and shoved his dick inside her to the hilt without preamble. He seemed to have calmed down a bit, and his trusts into her from behind were slower and more deliberate. "I'm glad I decided to use you, Liz, for I have identified a problem," he said playfully. "Your pussy is entirely too tight. Your future husband would no doubt have been displeased. Never fear, I will happily stretch it out a bit for you. Your husband can send me a thank-you card after you're married." Despite his playful banter she could hear the edge of hunger in his tone. "That's' very kind of you," she moaned playing along, "but surely such slow and gentle movements cannot leave a lasting impression upon my nether regions." He laughed. "You asked for it bitch," he said, and slammed his hips forward so hard she felt her feet leave the floor. The sounds of slapping flesh, grunting brute and moaning slut filled the room as he fucked her against the desk. She came again, slamming her hips back into him as a storm of pleasure wracked her pussy. He fucked her through her orgasm, never slowing, and soon she was cumming again, her vision going white. As the tide of pleasure receded, she realized Elijah's thrusts were getting erratic and he was panting raggedly. "Liej," she rasped, throat raw from screaming, "don't cum in me." He kept on thrusting frantically, giving no sign that he had heard. "Liej!" she repeated, louder this time. "Don't cum in me! I'll get pregnant!" The Night with the Wolf "I was thinking," he panted. "This man you're set to marry, you said he cares for you, right? More than his own life, right? Well than surely he wouldn't mind raising our abomination." Her eyes widened. This had not been part of her plan. "Liej, wait! Listen, I'm not g-OH!" she shrieked in pain and surprise as he brought his hand down against her ass with a punishing spank. He followed that up with another spank, which combined with his pounding thrusts pushed her toward another orgasm. "You're... still mine... for a... little while longer," he panted, voice tight. "If... I want... to cum inside you... I..." And with one final thrust, it was done. She could feel the seed pouring into her, right up against her cervix into her womb, setting off her most intense orgasm yet. She was vaguely aware of her back arching, and her throat vibrating. She must have been screaming. She couldn't hear, couldn't see, and couldn't feel anything except for Elijah's huge, pulsing cock inside her and his hot spunk flooding her. There was so MUCH. She hadn't expected him to cum inside her, hadn't wanted to be pregnant with his child, but... As the warmth of his seed filled her womb, she silently hoped that it would take root. As that final, dark desire coursed through her mind, she passed out. She woke up perhaps a few minutes later. She was sprawled over the desk, Elijah's cum still dripping from her sore, gaping cunt. She giggled happily, scooping some with her finger and licking it off. Delicious. She had always wondered what he tasted like. Elijah was lying spread-eagled on the wolfskin rug, still panting heavily from exertion. He raised his head to look at her. "Liz, I..." Guilt covered his face. "Oh God. What have I done?" "You've used your authority to force yourself upon your own sister and took her virginity," Elizabeth said matter-of-factly. "And on top of that, you came inside her." He slowly climbed to his feet, not meeting her eyes. "I could say I'm sorry," he said softly, "but what difference would that make? Even if you enjoyed it, I still..." She slid off the desk, rolling her eyes. She bent to pick up her white sash, mopping it against her forehead to collect her sweat. Then she held it up and spat on it. Elijah looked at her, confused. She ignored him, instead looking for his belt, and his sword. She picked it up and slowly drew it. Elijah took a deep breath, closing his eyes and raising his chin. He probably thought she was going to strike him down in revenge or some such nonsense. Moron. She ran her thumb along the blade's single edge, yelping slightly as it cut her skin. As blood welled from the cut, she pressed her thumb into the sash, leaving a red bloodstain. Finally, she lowered the blood, sweat, and spit-stained cloth to her pussy to collect the final two ingredients: her vaginal fluid and Elijah's cum. When Elijah opened his eyes, Elizabeth was kneeling before him, holding out the white sash that contained each of her four fluids and his essence, all the ingredients necessary for a binding ritual. "I humbly offer you my obedience," she intoned. Elijah just stared at her, uncomprehending. "A Binding? What-" He swallowed. "Liz, are you certain? What of the man you said you would marry?" She raised her head, grinning mischievously. "I don't remember saying anything about getting married. I only said I had on my eyes on a man. A man who is kind, intense, brave, stupid, and cares for me more than his own life." She patted the wolf skin rug. "Ringing any bells?" She had to laugh as the truth finally dawned on him. He was so adorably stunned. "You don't mean-" "That's right. I've always wanted you, Liej. Just like you always wanted me." "What?! For how long?" "Ten years. Since the night with the wolf. Please," She held up the sash. "Please take me and make me yours forever. Please never send me from your side. You're the only man I have ever wanted, and I would rather be your whore than any other man's wife." "If... if this is some kind of cruel joke-" "Take it," she whispered on the verge of tears. He took the sash with shaking hands. In a low voice he said, "You are mine," and it was done. The ritual was complete. She looked up at her brother, her master, the man who owned her body and soul, and smiled wickedly. "You're going to need that, Liej. I suspect I'll be quite difficult to handle." "Blow me," he retorted. "Is that an order, sir?" "Sure, why not." She knee walked forward and gingerly grasped the base of his cock in her hand, running her tongue along a bulging vein. He had never gone completely soft, and under her tender ministrations his semi-erect cock began to stiffen and rise once more. She slid her tongue to the underside of the broad head, licking lightly, and looked up at him. "By the way, I hope you're willing to raise our abomination," she said, fingering her cum soaked pussy. Elijah threw back his head and laughed. "I suppose the Goodking line needs an heir, abomination or no." She kissed the tip of his cock. "Oh? And what if I bear a girl abomination?" "Then I guess you'll just have to bear more," he said, stroking her hair. "My womb is yours," she stated as she lowered her head to suck on his sac. "I'll carry as many abominations as you want." He gasped in pleasure as she sloppily slurped on both of his balls. Then she pulled back. His cock, now fully erect, was an awe (and lust) inspiring sight. "This is really happening," He mumbled, as if just now accepting it. "You really want to stay here with me forever." "Of course I do, stupid head," she whispered, "I'm your Liz." And with that, Elizabeth pushed her mouth as far around his massive cock as it would go, exulting in the taste. She was finally home. ------------------------------------------------- Father picked up Liej's limp body, cradling him in his arms. Liej's shoulder and chest were a mass of blood. "He's still alive!" Father shouted to his men. "We can't move him. You there, call the surgeon, tell him to get his ass here NOW! My only son and heir is bleeding out! You and you, take the beast back to my manor. I'd say the kid's earned himself a new rug. If he survives, that is." Next to Liej was the corpse of the wolf, a small stick protruding from the ruin of one of its eyes. Father gently laid Liej on the ground and stood up. "Well what are ya standing there for? MOVE!" Father's men jumped and moved to do his bidding "The kid really killed it?" asked one of the hunters, incredulous. "Of course he did. He's a Goodking, not some peasant!" Father stepped away, shouting more orders to his underlings. Liej coughed and opened his eyes. Liz rushed to his side. "Liz," he rasped, eyes unfocused. "I'm here," she whispered, clutching his hand. "Did I save you?" Her vision became blurry and hot tears rolled down her cheeks. "Yeah." "Liz..." he coughed. "I'm sorry... sorry that you... can't inherit..." he coughed again. "Know we're not... that different... but girls are property... don't want you to be... sad..." "Hush, stupid head," she said softly. "I don't care about that anymore. In fact, I wanna be your property. Your Liz. Okay?" "My Liz." His eyes closed as he lost consciousness. "Yours," Liz hissed fiercely, squeezing his hand. "So don't you die." The doctor arrived a few minutes later to disinfect and sew up the wound. Once he was out of danger they carried the still unconscious Liej back to the manor. He awoke two days later with an ugly scar and no memory of their whispered conversation on the forest floor. But Liz never forgot. ------------------------------------ And now, ten years later, she knelt before him, finally happy, finally his in every way imaginable. His moans of pleasure were sweeter to her than any music as she bobbed her head and sucked hard on his cock, her only goal to please him. Her fingers were hard at work in her sopping, cum soaked and possibly pregnant pussy, spurring her ever closer to yet another amazing orgasm. He seized her head and shouted her name, and she greedily swallowed his hot cum as it spurted into her throat, cumming right along with him. Liz and Liej collapsed onto the wolf's pelt, panting and holding each other close, their hunger for each other sated at last.