A Wolf's Fairy Tale
by
Suse & Dana
Disclaimer: Well, there are none necessary, since all classical Fairy Tales are free as is our fantasies. . . So all is ours!
Notes: The original (more fit for children) Fairy Tale was created due to my (Suse's) pal Mel's nagging. And then the Adult version was in demand. Without my best loved friend Dana, who not only wrote 2 scenes, but also provided priceless and valuable critique (and beta-reading of the German version) this version would have never come to be. My thanks also goes out to our friends who bore with us giggling and writing all the time through FebruWARS 2001. . . and to
our men Carlo and Stromi who "endured" our heated fantasies. :) I also must not forget all those wonderful people who betaed and proof read this little fic. If there are are still mistakes here - they are all my very own!
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Feedback: All comments welcome.
Once upon a time there was a little Girl, who nobody loved, but one day there came a Wolf and he said:
"Follow me, and I'll show you the stars. . . "
'Well,' thought the Girl, 'no-one will be missing me here. Granny always said "Death comes to us poor people like a dashing cavalier", so it can't be worse than it is already here.'
She looked deep into the Wolf's eyes. They were warm and good-natured, so she let everything be and followed him. The Wolf took her by the hand and led her into the woods. Soon they had come to the borders of the magic forest, and behind it lay the land of fairy tales and legends. The Girl was frightened and cold. . . it was said, that there were fierce animals beyond it's borders and the winters were long and cold. The Wolf turned around and saw her shivering, so he bent down to dig at the roots of a rose bush. When he turned back to face the girl, he had a long red mantle in his hands. The color frightened the Girl because it had the color of blood, but she calmed when the Wolf draped it around her gently, wrapping her up in it, drawing the hood deep into her face. How warm and soft the mantle was, just like a kitten.
The Wolf looked at her and laughed: "Oh, what a beautiful bride I've got!"
Then he took her again by the hand and lead her deeper into the Otherworld.
They had gone for many hours through the deep snow and the Girl had grown tired. The Wolf turned around again and said:
"The road is still far, come, let me carry you."
He grabbed her and carried her in his strong arms, like a bride to be carried over the threshold. The Girl let her head fall upon his square shoulders and soon she drifted into a deep and dreamless slumber. As she awoke the Wolf stood in front of a small wooden hut in the middle of the woods. He opened the door, carried her over the threshold and set her carefully back on her feet.
"Why don't you make some fire in the hearth, " he told her "while I go and catch us some dinner." And quickly he was gone.
The Girl found tinder and some matches and soon small flames danced in the fireplace. As she put on some of the larger logs and the room began to heat up a little, she began to look around.
The interior was small and plain, but it surely felt like a home to her. A little table, a bench and a stool, a few pots and jugs on a shelf, a bedstead in the corner. On the bed she found some rugs and furs of finest quality. Whoever would sleep underneath them would never suffer of cold. Quickly she undid the mantle and hung it on an empty hook besides the door. In a small cabinet she found plates, silverware and cups. Quickly she set the table. Tomorrow she'd give the house a closer inspection and clean the windows, so the little winter's light could fall through the tiny window panes.
She started to wonder where the Wolf might be, when he entered back into the house. He shook the fresh snow off his shoulders and proudly showed her his bag. A rabbit was his loot. Skillfully the Wolf skinned the rabbit, put it on a pole, and roasted it over the fire. The Wolf also had a few dried berries and some wine in stock. The Girl quickly made a sauce of both to spice up the joint.
Dividing the wine into two cups the Wolf sat down, sighing comfortably. He took the hand of the Girl and drew her away from the pots. Now she dared to take a closer look at her Wolf. Carefully she placed a hand on his cheek and when he started to snarl comfortably, she dared to groom his pelt. A tasty smell started to spread through the tiny hut. Contentedly the Wolf closed his eyes and she started to lovingly comb his mane with her fingers. Then she stepped behind him and started massaging his broad shoulders. After a while the Wolf drew her onto his lap and cuddling to each other they watched the rabbit roasting over the fire. Soon the wait was over and the couple enjoyed their simple dinner. The Wolf got up and gave a toast:
"To my pretty bride and this delicious meal - may it always be so nice at our place!"
Then it was time to go to sleep. The Wolf carried his bride over to the bed, enclosing her gently in the furs and lay beside her. The Girl felt so warm and safe in the Wolf's embrace that she wished the night would never end.
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The Wolf snuggled close to her and she felt his breath in the nape of her neck. He wrapped his long arms around her and pulled her closer. A cosy shudder ran through her body, she was gladly led by his guidance. She was his bride indeed, and she wanted to be with her whole heart, since she trusted him completely. Tenderly he started to caress her. His hand found the rim of her shirt, gently he touched the soft skin underneath. She held her breath, she never had felt something like that before. Her body shivered, as he caressed her stomach. Then he kissed her neck, carefully at first, slowly getting more urgent. He dug his sharp teeth a bit into her neck, right where it ended into the shoulder. But he didn't hurt her, very much to the contrast. He emitted a quiet snarl, and bit again and again. A delicate shudder turned into a flame. She craned her neck, offering it to him to bite her again, but he withdrew his arm below her and bent over her. She looked into his green eyes. Frozen in the movement seconds ticked by and he just looked at her face. Just when she started wondering, what he might not like about her, he bent down and kissed her. His lips were smooth as velvet, as he ever so lightly he touched her mouth. As if he was able to see with his lips, he touched every square-inch of her face, kissing her cheeks, her eyelids, nibbling tenderly at her eyebrows. With a finger he brushed away a few strands of her hair out of his tender path, and started to give her ear the same tender treatment. With the tip of his tongue he followed the curve of her auricle, sucked tenderly and finally bit more recklessly into her earlobe. A quiet sigh escaped her throat. The Wolf looked at her and smiled a bit. She was inexperienced with men and therefore awkward. What was she supposed to do, what did he expect from her? But the Wolf didn't seem to care. He just wanted to be close to his bride, very, very close.
Again she looked into his deep, green eyes, that reflected the color of the forest. And slowly he bent down to her again, kissing her on her lips. Searchingly his tongue penetrated between her lips, and she opened them a bit, to welcome his gentle play. Her internal flame burned now harder, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer to her. His skin was soft and warm under her hands. While intensifying the kiss, she started a careful grooming of his back with her fingernails. Slowly, downward from the shoulder blades, in slow circular movements. When she came to the rim of his pants' waistband, his body tensed and he froze for a second. Again she heard his throaty snarl. Encouraged by his reaction she continued her massage. Each time she came close to the waistband, a pleasant shudder ran through his body.
His hands slipped under her shirt, and he gently caressed her soft tummy. Lovingly he circumvented the small round, then wandering further up on her body. When he reached her breasts, she was alarmed, but he proceeded so gently and lovingly, that another wave of heat washed over her body. He stripped the shirt off her and covered her body with nibbling, sucking kisses. She clung to his hair enjoying the churning arousal. She had tightly closed her eyes and now everything seemed to start spinning around her head. She felt his lips, his tongue on her breasts, her neck, her stomach. His hands where everywhere at the same time. He had retreated so far from her, she only could grab his hair, and so she just lay there among the soft furs and allowed herself to be seduced by her Wolf. He introduced her to the world of passion.
With his tongue he licked over her breasts, slowly towards her stomach, playing there somewhat with her naval. While doing so he gently spread her legs to kneel between them. His hands caressed her hips and very gently he relieved her of her panties. Again a slight trace of fear came over her, since she was all naked now. She opened her eyes and moved a bit away from him. The Wolf quietly voiced a "sh-sh-sht", lifting his hand to mollify her. He got up and got rid of his trousers. Watching his naked body fascinated and excited her at the same time. She wanted to touch him, to drive her fingers trough the thick hair on his chest, and she wanted to kiss him on very specific places. But she lacked the courage to do so.
As he now slid her slip off her legs completely, she was without fear. Again he knelt between her legs, caressing and kissing the insides of her thighs. With both hands he pressed her knees apart and dove down. She looked down at herself, he fixed her gaze with his. She only saw his eyes, but his tongue she could feel most definitely in her lap. Surprised by the vehemence of her feelings she quietly called out in a little cry. Quite obviously satisfied by her reaction the Wolf arched one eyebrow, and continued his lustful attack.
Her head was swirling, her breath was rasping, her heart racing. Sighing she fell into the furs, overpowered by the lust boiling up. Incredibly slowly and gently he circumvented with his tongue her most intimate place, sucking carefully. Through her body ran a slight shiver.
He spread her labia to get himself some better access to her most intimate area. It seemed to her that he took all the world's time till he caressed her with his tongue again. And again shivers ran through her, this time even harder ones.
Again waiting. A fleeting touch. Craving him she lifted her lower body, so he might continue his wonderful game.
Finally he kissed her again, sucked and licked. Carefully, bit by bit he entered her with his finger. With gentle movements he aided his tongue's play. Her body shivered, he moved deeper. She moaned, as a new desire laden wave nearly took her breath away. His rhythmic movements increased in speed. With the speed, her desire increased until she wanted more, wanted to him to fill her all up.
Her head was light as a feather, behind her closed lids red, orange and pink blazes flashed up, this is what she'd imagined ecstasy to be like.
But suddenly the Wolf stopped. . . he withdrew and left all but a terrible feeling of void. She opened her eyes. "What. . . ?"
He just placed a finger on her lips and shook his head. She watched him silently. With a fluid movement he was above her, taking her wrists with one hand and pushing them into the furs over her head. While he held her like that, he shoved the other hand under her and pressed her lower body against his. She felt his hardened member, her arousal grew. He looked deep into her eyes, fixating her with his gaze. That wonderful green. . . !
Gently he entered her, with uniform movements he drove deeper into her. Their eyes were still locked, he taking care not to hurt her, she watching the subtle changes on his face.
Now she felt him deep inside her, how he filled her with his desire. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed it. Forward and back, forward and back, this rhythm now defined her whole feeling self.
His hand gripped hard around her wrists - even if she had wanted to, she wouldn't have been able to escape his grip. But this even enhanced her desire, she opened up to her lover completely.
His breath changed into a steady moan. With his loins he pushed harder every time. Every muscle of his body was tense, small drips of sweat glittered on his breast. Harder and more urgent his pushes became, the moaning changed into a throaty snarl. His second hand pushed her harder against his lower abdomen, his member driving again and again deep into her. The grip around her wrists became nearly painful, but she felt a gigantic wave of emotion building up inside her. She heard his snarl, wild and animal like, his breath burning hot on her skin. The wave grew bigger and her body quivered in his rhythm. He pushed a bit away from her, without giving her hands free, she was not to escape him in this moment.
Furtively she watched him, she wanted to see, what was about to happen. He reared up, sinews and veins protruding on his neck. His eyes were closed and drips of sweat were on his brow. His teeth were bared, 'dangerous weapons' she thought, but he'd never use them against her, that she was sure of.
A cry, then another. . . he pushed in hard, again and again and again. His expression changed, he looked more relaxed now. And with one last and violent sigh she felt how he flooded into her. His loins moved on in the same rhythm and as she still looked at his face, she felt, how the huge wave collapsed on her and washed over her in a whirlpool of desire.
Out of breath the Wolf bend down to his lover and kissed her face. She looked into his wonderful eyes. Now he let her wrists go, and she wrapped her arms around him happily. His heart still beat heavily, like her own. She pressed him closer to her, the wet warmth of his skin shrouding her. A loving smile flit over his face. He turned a bit to the side, drawing her closer to his breast and covering her with the soft furs. Comfortably wrapped in each other's arms they fell into an exhausted sleep.
* * * * *
The next morning both woke up, still enwrapped in each other's arms. The Wolf went away with the words.
"Today I'll go for a hunt. You my lovely will tend to the house, then we'll play when I return tonight."
So the Girl was alone for the day, but she had no reason to fret or to be bored. Busily she looked after those things a man often forgot about. She heated up water, washed the dishes, scrubbed the floor, cleaned the windows, tidied and scrubbed like mad, and finally she sat down to mend the torn clothes of the Wolf. Quickly the evening came and with it her groom. Astonished he noticed the new glow in the tiny hut. He praised the Girl and joyously showed her, what he had brought along. There was a jar with milk, a piece of butter, two loaves of bread, some sausage and a small sack filled with salt.
"Ay, my beloved Wolf", she said, "strange loot you bring! Something like that doesn't grow on the trees, I'm sure."
The Wolf laughed and replied: "What a clever bride I have! Surely, you're right! I have helped a few farmers against a pack of thieves and they gave me that as a reward."
"Well, it is just as well!", replied the Girl, and she quickly put away the new treasures. She noticed how laboriously the Wolf shrugged off his mantle and was quickly by his side to help him. There, she saw the Wolf had torn his shirt in the fight and beneath it she noticed a deep gash. Quickly she helped him out of that too, cleaned the wound, got fresh water and prepared him a nice hot bath in a tub she had discovered behind the hut.
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Comfortably the Wolf leaned back. Carefully she scrubbed his back with a sponge. The Wolf emitted a throaty snarl. Cosily he leaned back and now she let the sponge glide over his hairy chest, deeper and deeper into the tub. She leaned forward and looked at him. His eyes were pleasantly halfway closed. She stopped in her movement and after a few moments he opened his eyes expectantly. She nearly drowned in those deep pools that were his eyes. Like under a spell she bent down, their lips making contact. The tender touch grew more urgent. She sucked his lower lip into her mouth, she nibbled, sucked, licked, tasted. A sigh escaped his throat. He turned more towards her trying to encircle her with his long arms. Finally she opened her lips allowing his tongue entry. Her hands slid up and down his back, gentle at first, but quickly her fingers turned into claws and now the nails followed the path her hands had prepared. His greed grew, his passion made him forget everything else. With one big swing he drew her to himself into the tub. One big splash and her laughter against his lips made him wake up from his trance. . .
She encircled his neck and whispered into his ear ever so quietly:
"My Wolf wants my company?"
He was only able to emit a positive "Hmmmmm".
Again she laughed silently and quickly climbed out of the tub, wriggling gently out of his embrace. Fascinated he watched her in front of the dancing flames in the fireplace, shrugging of slowly her wet clothes, hanging them over a stool. Finally she just stood there naked in front of the hearth, enwrapped by the golden shine of the flames therein, the blazing fire like an echo of his own passion. She looked at him and came to him, grabbing a bucket in which she had heated some more water while passing by. His gaze followed her fluent motions. As she turned towards him again, he unconsciously licked his hot lips. She drew closer, he moved to the far end of the tub and carefully she poured in the hot water. She placed the half empty bucket beside the tub and climbed into the tub joining her lover. He greeted her joyously with his strong arms, held her, steadying her and finally drawing her into his embrace. Comfortably she sat between his legs leaning against his breast. He wrapped his legs around hers, his right arm gliding forward, his hand quickly finding her left nipple and carefully caressing, encircling, kneading and toying with it, until it hardened under his touch. His left hand tenderly caressed her cheek, brushed away a wet tress from her face. With his cheeks he fixed the tress behind her head, his lips at her ear. Gently blowing against the ear, then the neck, down to the shoulder. A pleasant goose skin formed on her whole body. Her right arm had joined his and while he now gave the right nipple the same treatment she caressed his lower arm. Her left hand lay on his thigh caressing, clawing, massaging. He nibbled at her earlobe, sucked. His free left hand slid down by her side, over the hip, the thigh, towards her center. She spread her legs a bit further apart, bending her pelvis some, to ease his access towards the vagina which awaited eagerly his touch. Very slowly, tentatively, pushing each second, he finally granted her unspoken wish and let his middle finger glide quickly but gently into her. At the same time he intensified his sucking at her earlobe, taking her breath away by the wave of emotion washing over her. Pushing her lower abdomen against his prying finger, she straightened her back fully, totally submitting into his powers. Finally with the last of her powers she voiced a moaning "Please, please, please!" and greedily bent her neck, offering her opened mouth, eyes half closed. A smile curled his lips as he witnessed her trust, her absolute devotion and voiceless plea on her face. Finally he kissed her, teasing her first, but she demanded, opening her lips for his tongue. When their tongues finally met, encircling each other in their own fierce battle, she was washed away by her own climax. Whimpering, moaning, her nails dug deep into his arms, still she helplessly had to let him proceed. When she was in possession of her voice again, after what had seemed to be a small eternity she panted:
"Please, please.. I want. . . YOU within. . . me. . . PLEEEASEEE!"
"My little wife, my beloved. . . ", and with those words he lifted her and pressed her into a kneeing position on all four. He spread her legs somewhat, knelt behind her and now she felt his hardened member that had been pressing against her back so far, below her, rubbing against her throbbing clit. Now he distanced himself from her and she was about to grumble sullenly, when she realized he was about to gently enter her from behind, gliding ever deeper inside with gentle and pumping movements. His hands grabbed her hips and lead her, synchronizing their movements. Ever deeper he slid inside her, filling her more and more with his full length. Hard on the border between pain and passion she let him whip her towards a new climax. She reared up, his arms snaked around her body, pressing her further on in the rhythm. Again his hand slid to her labia, pushing ever faster and harder from behind and in the same rhythm his hand teased her clit. She cried out loud as the orgasm shattered upon her and finally her climax broke his dominance. He dug his teeth deep into her neck and with one last harsh push he erupting his amassed lust into her. A shudder ran through both of their bodies and they sank back into the kneeling position with him bent over her.
Having regained some of his senses he slid back into the sitting position, drew her with him and now she leaned again with her back against his breast, still fighting for breath. Lovingly his arms embracing her, both totally spent, relaxed, devotedly absorbed by the loving caress.
* * * * *
Together they fed on the dainties he had brought back, laughing and joking together. Then they watched silently the fire in the hearth, enjoying the peace of the moment, until it was time to go to bed.
After the Wolf had covered the fire for the night, he got out of his shirt and followed his beloved one into the bed of soft furs and blankets. He lay beside her comfortably exhausted and sated.
She looked at him, half expectandly and smiled, realizing how tired her husband was. He murmered something and drew her closer with his strong arms to his breast into his embrace.
"Sleep well, my love. Tomorrow there's plenty of work ahead of me, so I better rest and gather my strength. "
"You are right!" the Girl replied. "You have to take care of your shoulder, the wound will need a few days to heal."
He gently caressed her cheek and kisseed her brow. But she could not fall asleep, way to much in turmoil were her emotions after this bath. The bath - when her thoughts returned to it, a pleasant warm shudder washed over her. She leaned closer, groomed his chest hair. And her leg slid over his, as she slipped closer passionately.
"Your're not tired, are ya? ", the Wolf saked her into the silence, although he knew her response already.
"Hmmm, no. . . "
Quietly he laughed. "So I shall not sleep either and be your company some time, right?"
Instead of a reply she got up and kissed him fiercely. This passionate attack awoke his spirtis immediately. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled onto the side, so that his weight pressed her into the blanket.
"Yet again?" he whispered, his eyes glittering.
She could only nod, because passion rose anew within her, and her heart started beating faster. He enwrapped himself somewhat and pushed her shirt upward. With a fast move she had drawn it over her head. His lips wandered over her neck, towards her breasts and started sucking gingerly. Her nipples were erect and hardened and he could not withstand the temptation and bit into one.
"Ahh!"
"Am I hurting you?" asked he.
She shook her head "No, go ahead!"
Well, he did not need to be told twice and again he dug deep into her soft round flesh. He enjoyed living out his animalistic lusts and his bride didn't seem to object. He felt his own passion growing as he dug his teeth again into her skin, careful not to hurt her.
She cringed moaning passionately beneath him, pressing hard against him. Her hands had clawed into his hair. She could feel his hardened member against her body, only separated by the fabric of his trousers. She wanted to have him - very deep within her, to experience this wonderful feeling again, that always washed over her, whenever he moved within her.
He kissed her neck as she suddenly pushed him away with an unexpected shove and threw him backwards. Surprized by her sudden defense, he immediately realized, what she had in mind. She hovered above him and pulled vigorously at his pants to slip them off. With an amused smile he lifted his lower body, so she had easier game. Finally he lay naked before her and she took her time to look at him thoroughly.
Her Wolf had a beautiful body, strong and well muscled. His breast was coverd with soft hair that collected into a slim line running down his flat stomach, where it widened to softly frame his manhood. The sheer look of it made her want to touch it. Caress it. Each and every muscle she wanted to follow with her fingers and inspect every square inch of his body.
"Well? Do you like what you see?" he asked.
She could only nod, reaching out for his manhood. Big and hard it felt in her hand. Carefully she let it glide up and down in her hand.
The Wolf had closed his eyes and gave in comfortably into her loving game. A wound wasn't that bad after all, one was treated even better respectively.
She moved her hand faster and heard a quiet sigh. So he liked it. Somewhat more courageously she reached with her other hand for his testicles, to caress them too.
"Careful with those!", he snarled. Frightened she withdrew her hand and looked at him.
"No, no, I don't mind. Just be a bit careful, ya?" Soothingly he took her hand and lead it back between his legs. "Go ahead, please!"
Carefully she enfolded them into her hands again, renewing her efforts. "I don't wanna hurt you. . . "
"If you don't tread them too rough, nothing's gonna happen." He smiled at her. "Don't think too much about it!"
Again he closed his eyes and let her seduce him. Slowly she increased her tempo and began massaging and caressing him. His moans encouraged her. Some sperm emitted from his member. That way her fingers slid more easily over his skin, growing bolder. A throaty cry assured her of his comfort. He reached with his hand for her, found her knee and held on to it.
Finally she took all her courage, bent forward and took his member into her mouth. Carefully she encircled the silky tip with her tongue and sucked. His fingers clawed into her knee and he emitted a short cry. Rapidly his passion rose within him. He would have loved to throw her down, ravishing her, but he forced himself to self-control. He wanted to withstand her gentle torture just a little longer. Slowly he lessened his grip on her knee and tried to relax somewhat, but her caresses nearly took his senses away. His heart raced, blood rushed through his veins, his senses absolutely directed towards his innermost being, towards what she was doing to him.
She felt, how his member hardened even more, and more fluid escaped. It tasted strange, like nothing she had tasted before. But she was not to be disturbed by that, because she only wanted to treat her beloved man, driving him insane completely. So she let her lips glide up and down, while her hands followed her movement. Again and again she took him deep inside.
His body shivered under the tension and he moaned quietly. The muscles on his breast and neck protruded, as he pushed himself into the bedspread, trying to escape her clasp somewhat. He felt, that he could not endure this very much longer, he was aroused to his very limits, and soon he would lose control. Her tongue rested again, only to begin anew with the lazy circles. Slowly, gently she took him again into her warm, moist mouth. Tenderly she toyed with him, nibbled, sucked. And she watched with satisfaction, how he struggled, fighting for breath. Not unwilling, just fighting for control. This increased her own desire and she pushed ahead.
But there he gripped her wrist and flashed his eyes at her. She smiled. Then he drew her closer to him, signalling her to sit on his lap. She spread her legs and carefully placed herself over him. He held her hips, steadying, guiding her, while she slowly took him inside her.
A well known wave of heat arose within her as she started moving above him. Rocking gently back and forth she opened up to those wonderful feelings. With halfway closed eyes he watched her, enjoying the sight of her beautiful, womanly body. How promising her breasts arched above him, the softly rounded belly, and the soft thighs. His hands gripped harder and increased the speed. She threw her head into the nape of her neck and sighed passionately. Now she felt him deep inside her, how he penetrated her so very deep and caused this undescribable feeling inside her. Quickly her passion rose.
With one movement the Wolf sat up and wrapped his arms around her. Holding tight both opened to their emotions and moved in perfect harmony towards their climax. He kissed her on the throat, sucked onto it, till he had skin between his teeth. She moaned, but he would not let go. With one hand he grabbed her neck and pulled her close to his body, so he could enter her even deeper. He felt that with every push he lost self-control, his breath coming only in harsh gasps. She clawed into his skin, drawing long red lines with her nails on his back, when he pushed hard into her again and again. Her passion reached its peak and with a long drawn cry she let go of her tension. Now she drove him inside her, to be able to relish in her feelings even better, what felt like she was flying.
In her ecstasy she did not notice that her lover had let go to all of his self control and errupted into her. With a dark howl he threw his head back and pushed heavy into her with all his might. Then he leaned against her shoulder totally exhausted and carressed her back gently.
"Hmmm, you're so soft and warm. . . it is so nice being with you."
He covered her throat and face with kisses, searching for her lips. Gently she kissed him again and again, while both sank back slowly into the covers. After they had covered each other with blankets and furs, she laid against his uninjured shoulder. He embraced her protectively in his strong arms. Here she felt safe and secure, and longed, it would always be that way. Shortly before the Wolf fell asleep she whispered: "I love you." In reply he squeezed her even closer to himself and soon both entered the lands of sweet dreems.
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So it went on all days, they lived happily and gay. The Wolf helped the poor and helpless people wherever he could and always he brought home plentyful gifts for his good deeds. They spent their days in love and contentment and it would have been all so very wonderful, but we all know, that mankind is worse than every wolf.
It happened that the people of the Girl's village realized her absence and their loss thereoff.
"Who will tidy my room?"
"Who will bake my breads?"
"Who will sew my dresses?"
"Who will tend to my animals?"
"Who will clean my clothes?"
Everywhere in the village lament could be heard, because the Girl had been hard-working and now she was missed everywhere. The lazy miller and the scrawny dressmaker were especially in dire need. Their apprentices, wives and daughters were like them, and the Girl had done their work. The fat wife of the scrawny dressmaker had been the one watching the Wolf leading the Girl into the woods. At first she had rejoiced about it, that he had taken the Girl and none of her daughters. 'May he get fat eating her', she had thought, 'as long as he won't take one of my pretty doves!' But now her need was direst and so she reported to her husband, what she had witnessed so many weeks ago. He reported that right the next day to all the town's men at the inn. In their need and driven by the wine they agreed to set out on a wolf's hunt, to guide the Girl back home. The hunter of the village was full of zeal, now he could show off his new rifle. And as spring finally came, and the first tips of green showed, and the sun began shining again, the male halve of the village set out, to take a pot-shot at the Wolf.
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Of course the Wolf and the Girl didn't know anything about all that. They rejoiced in their quiet and happy life in the forest. While he helped the farmers with their heavy spring tasks, she looked after the chicken and the milk cow, her newborn calf, all presents of of thankful farmers. She was just harvesting the first wild herbs and fresh shoots in the woods, when a little blue bird appeared, sat trustfully on her finger and started to speak:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, be thee aware! The humans are bad, and at the Wolf's hide they stare!" And gone was the bird.
The Girl was puzzled, but the sun was shining and the moss' scent was soothing, so she didn't think of any harm. She went home, milked the cow to make some butter. As she got up again, a little yellow bird appeared and sat on her shoulder and sang:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, be thee aware! The humans are bad, and at the Wolf's hide they stare!" And gone was the bird.
Now she really started to worry. She got the basket in which she had put some lunch for her husband and went to the brink of the forest, to look for her animal husband. She knew he was helping a farmer on a nearby field with plowing and sowing. On the way a little red bird flew before her and cried out:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, be thee aware! The humans are bad, and at the Wolf's hide they stare!" And gone was the bird.
But now she had already arrived at the edge of the forest and she called out for him and waved her hand. The Wolf had gotten out of his shirt and his upper body glistened with sweat in the warm spring's sun. Now he turned around, waved back and ran gaily towards her. When he reached her, he lifted her up in his strong arms, whirled her around, kissing and caressing her.
"My lovely wife, are you so desperate to see me?" he teased her.
"I was just worried about you, beloved. Three little birds came to me, each warning me of the malevolence of the humans, who want to hurt you."
But the Wolf laughed, wiping away her tears and soothed her.
"As long as you're with me, no harm can fall upon me. Your love and your lunch is all I need."
And with those words he sat down with her into the mossy bank and enjoyed his wife and her food.
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Leaned against a tree-trunk, she shoved little bits of bread, meat and cheese into his mouth. Teasing him, she got bits between her teeth offering it that way to him. When he wanted to snap at it, she slightly withdrew, so his efforts came off empty. He laughed out loud about the playfulness of his bride. And suddenly it dawned upon him, that this had to be a moment of absolute happiness. Finally he had found a woman, trusting him, willing to share this wild life with him, who cared for him, loved him. And he had learned to trust her, saw a true mate in her, and wished for nothing more, as to live with her together till the end of all times.
She saw in his face, that he was thinking about more earnest matters and worried she bent forward. Lovingly she brushed with her hand over his furrowed brow as if to shoo away his darker moods. His face lightened, the spell was broken, laughing he embraced her, kissing her passionately onto her full lips, showing her she need not worry. Now she was laughing too, the dark clouds had disappeared.
The sun was shining, nature had awakened to a new circle of life after the winter. Love warmed her two children and they sunned in her blessing. The Girl sat up and started to lovingly caress his tired shoulders. A pleasant shudder went over her lover's body and she heard him snarl comfortably: "Hmmmm" His eyes half closed he surrenderd into her hands, massaging first gently, later heartily his tensed muscles.
After what seemd like a little eternity, his back felt soft and warm and he turned to face her, grabbed her passionately. He lay down beside her, holding her very close. Deer-brown eyes drowned in dark-green ones, lips just a whisper apart. If there was a heaven, this had to be a glimpse into it. Finally they kissed, full of love, trust, sincerity and total devotion. And as he sank on his back after a sweet eternity, she followed his movement and nestled against him, hand on his breast, listening to his steady heart beat. Both had forgotten about the world surrounding them and the words "for ever and ever" finally had a meaning to them.
* * * * *
As she was lying on his shoulder, she suddenly heard shouts and cries in the distance. Startled from her dozing she became aware of the enraged mass of village people, rolling towards them like an armed wave. The Wolf got up and stood protectively in front of her. As the people from the village arrived, they immediately started attacking him with flails, hay-forks and spades. He fought with all his might, lashing his claws into his attackers. But the weapons of the enraged mob hit him again and again, ripping deep wounds into his pretty hide and soft skin. And then a the hunter stepped forward, aimed and shot.
Mortally wounded the Wolf collapsed, blood streaming from between his hands.
The men grabbed the Girl and dragged her back to the village. There she had to work even harder without any pay. And when she finally went to sleep late at night, she cried heavily with grief and sorrow, worrying about her Wolf and the loss of her great love.
The wounded Wolf was found by the farmer whom he had helped with the plowing and nursed back to health. But his heart remained hurt and sick from his loneliness. He believed, the Girl had left him and willingly followed the men back to the village. Embittered he retraced into the woods, evading the hut, which had once seemed to be his cosy home, avoiding all human kind.
Once again winter came, and this one was so cold and dark that even the wolves of the forest dared to come into the Girl's village, stealing the farmer's animals out of the stables. One day the village's people sent the Girl into the forest, to collect firewood. They had forgotten about the hard times when the Girl had not been there. They thought, they could do without her if necessary. Well, the wolves might not even harm her, since she was nearly one of them. Up until then they had watched that Girl closely and guarded her, but now no-one was willing to leave the village if not absolutely necessary. So the Girl went alone into the woods. . . and as she was walking, and nobody followed her, she decided to flee, hoping to find her Wolf again. Alas, after several hours she believed to have completely lost her way, now doomed to freeze to death alone in the forest. But there she became aware of a little red bird on a snow covered rose bush. She remembered the Wolf having dug up a mantle from its rots. So she came closer, and the bird sang:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, you were right. Dig at the root with all your might!" And then it was gone.
The Girl did as she was being told and really, she found again a blood-red woolen mantle. Now she was happy again, the birds of the forest would help her for sure. The forest had lost it's threat and on her way she met many animals who stood guarding her way as if they wanted to greet her and guide her back. After many hours she finally arrived back at the little hut. She entered joyously, but how desolate and cold was the place without her husband. The hut had been deserted for a long time, dust had collected inside, the glow and warmth of the place was long gone. Fear clutched the Girl's heart. Crying she lit a fire and tired from the long walk she dropped onto the bed.
The Wolf had found a new home in an old deserted bear's cave. Of course he could have returned to the hut, but he didn't want to be reminded of the more happier days he had spent there, too painful was the new loneliness greeting him there. One day he passed a bush and he saw, that three rose-hips still clung to their tiny stems. In the cold and clear winter's light they glowed like the mantle he had once upon given to his bride. In his anger and pain he wanted to rip them from the bush, but then he just passed on with a heavy heart, hanging his head.
The next morning a yellow bird came to the Girl and sang:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, just do the right thing. When the Wolf returns wedding bells will ring." And then it was gone.
There the Girl took heart, and hoping for a quick return of her lost husband, she started scrubbing and cleaning, till the hut glistened in it's old glory. But evening came and no busy hand kept her from worrying, and her heart sank again. She found three frozen rose-hips and unearthed a few roots, and after a pitiful dinner she went to bed. In her dreams she saw her beloved Wolf, with his pelt glistening in the summer sun, and he offered her a goblet full of wine.
Meanwhile the Wolf had caught a little rabbit. As he was about to make his kill, he remembered the very first meal he had shared with his bride. Furious he shook off the painful memory, but then his hand brushed over the soft fur of the little animal. There he remembered the soft skin of his bride, and the softness of her hair. He let the rabbit go, and pain and loneliness tore at his heart.
The next day the Girl awoke and she was still sad and sick in heart and soul. A little blue bird appeared and sang:
"Wolf's bride, Wolf's bride, love is shining upon thee. For the longest time you have been lonely!" And then it was gone.
The Girl rejoiced and decided to go look for the Wolf. And would it not be the very best to start looking for him with the farmers who had always been working with the Wolf? On her way to the valley the found a tuft of rabbit's fur which had caught on a thornbush. She remembered the very first evening in the hut and took that as a sign of good luck. But as she came to the valley and walked from home to home, the farmers had little news for her about her lover. Yes, they had nursed him back to health, but about his whereabouts no-one had any knowledge. One day he had simply disappeared back into the woods, where he had come from so long ago.
The poor Girl now didn't know where to turn to, where she belonged to. The hut was so cold and lonely without her husband, and the farmers - though way more friendly than her own folks - reminded her way too much of the village she had come from, and her terrible life she had led there. Crying she headed back towards the forest and the hut. She came to the place where the lovers had been seperated so rudely in spring. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'the Wolf has already found a new wife, who knows, if he wants me back.'
Crying heavily she fell to the ground.
Meanwhile the Wolf made use of the first warm rays of the spring sun, looking for fresh supplies. He knew a place at the forest's rim where wild vegetables grew and a pair of wild pigeons had a nest each year. Maybe he was lucky to find some fresh eggs inside. When he approached the place, three little birds flew before him twittering excitedly; one red, one blue and one yellow.
'What might be the meaning of that?', he thought following the birds, 'Where do they wanna guide me too?'
The three birds sat on a bush and all three sang loud and clear.
"Wolf's bride and Wolfman, the forest's animals are happy and gay, finally you found each other and it shall stay that way!" And then all three were gone.
Puzzled the Wolf looked around and to the ground and found a red mantle, one like he had given to his beloved wife an eternity ago. His heart ached and he was about to run away, when he realized a movement below the fabric and heard a quiet sigh. Suspiciously and carefully - fearing a trap of the humans - he moved closer and gently tugged at the little heap. Starled the Girl was about to run away, when she looked up and saw the Wolf standing before her.
Almost she wouldn't have recognized him, his hair was matted and his face furrowed. Almost he wouldn't have recognized her, her face was dirty and covered with tears.
But then they saw the other's despair and loneliness in their eyes, and recognizing each other they fell into a desperate embrace. All worries and fears were forgotten, they felt, they belonged to each other and no-one would ever be able to separate them again. Oh how joyful was their return to their home and the hut glowed anew in life, love and security.
And whenever the animals of the forest were in need, all they had to do was appear in front of the hut and they always found food and shelter there. And so Wolfman and Wolf's Bride lived happily ever after.
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