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Pain shot through him. Even in the dark, his eyes pained. His head throbbed unmercilessly. Wolf did not think he would wake from his black slumber.
He felt a cold but pleasant caress on his forehead. It lasted only seconds. It eased his pain. Wolf struggled to open his eyes. He opened one to a slit. He saw a wet cloth coming to him. It rested on his head. The cold water felt incredible on his skin.
He opened his other eye. Through the slits, he could see a woman with golden hair leaning down to him. She smiled when she saw his open eyes.
“I did not think you’d wake.” Her voice was soft and lilting. “They beat upon your head like a blacksmith forging a horse’s shoe.”
“Who….”
She set a slender finger to his lips. “Don’t speak. I will tell you what you wish to know.”
She took the cloth and dipped it the bowl of water on the bedside table. She wrung it out and dabbed at his head again. “My name’s Rapunzel. I am a lady here at the castle, and I paid to have you brought to my bedchamber. Obviously, I did not expect you to be so damaged.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “Paid?”
“Yes, seems foolish, doesn’t it? But you are an exquisite male specimen, and Morgana is so selfish with you. So I paid her a handsome sum for the pleasure of …you.”
She dabbed at his swollen cheek. “Imagine my surprise when I come to fetch you. Here you are laying on the ground, beat within an inch of your life.
I tried to get my money back, but Morgana refused.
Delightfully, I assure you. So I had you brought anyway. Might as well try and get my money’s worth out of you.”
Wolf watched her as she tended him. She was beautiful as a princess. Her long golden hair hung down her back and across the bed. She wore a regal gown with gold threads and jeweled trim. She was definitely a woman of wealth and power. She had a thin shallow cut across her sculpted cheek. A wound inflicted recently. She obviously had an enemy at the court.
Rapunzel set the cloth into the bowl of water. She gazed down at Wolf, her sky-blue eyes assessing him.
She grabbed the edge of the blanket covering him.
“Well, let’s get a look at the rest of you.”
She stared to pull it down. Wolf’s hands came up and stilled hers. “One so beautiful as you should not have to pay for anything.”
She smiled. “That’s half the fun. Now, let go so I can check the goods. I hope I was not overcharged.”
Wolf let go. He was too weak to fuss. She pulled the blanket down, uncovering his na**d body. She gazed down at him, her eyes twinkling. She grinned as she took in his size.
“Lord have mercy. I would have paid twice the price.”
Wolf almost smiled at her whimsy. She seemed taken with him, but not possessively so. She obviously had some power over him, but he doubted she would use it forcefully. Wolf could think of worse fates then being used carnally by a beautiful woman.
Rapunzel rubbed her dainty hands over Wolf’s chest. She played and pulled at his hair. She flicked his ni**les playfully with her thumbs. She lowered her hands. She rubbed them over his tight stomach, enjoying the way his muscles bunched and quivered under her soft touch. Her hands lowered, gently caressing his cock.
Wolf let the physical sensations wash over his emotional turmoil. It would do no harm to have sex with this woman. It had been too long since he felt pleasure. He thought back to when he had Red on the floor of his cabin. It seemed so long ago. His heart ached when he thought of it. He closed his eyes and imagined it was Red stroking him. Red murmuring endearments. His c*ck hardened instantly.
Rapunzel wrapped her hand around him. He was hard as an iron club. She licked her lips at the thought of him inside her, but not yet. She was not quite ready. She released his cock, and turned her back to him.
“Undo my dress.”
Wolf pulled at the strings of her bodice. He loosened them until the bodice opened. Rapunzel stood up and pushed the dress off her form. She turned back to Wolf. She was wearing only a black corset and stockings. The corset pushed her br**sts up to an impossible level. Her ample bosom nearly spilled over the top.
Wolf looked her over. She had a full, curvy body.
Her legs were long and shapely. No fabric covered her sex. The sprinkling of hair was as golden as that on her head. She kneeled back onto the bed. She straddled him. She rubbed her sex against his cock.
She was slick and hot. Wolf groaned at the silken caress.
Rapunzel smiled down at him as she moved up his body. She was soon straddling his face.
“Your tongue was not injured, was it Wolf?”
“No, my lady, it was not.”
Wolf gazed up into her sex. It was flushed bright red with lust. He separated her lips with his fingers.
She was wet and hot. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit. He licked her with his tongue, finding her cl*t with the tip. He wriggled it back and forth.
She lowered herself down on his face. She ground her sex onto his mouth. His tongue probed her. He stuck it inside her, wriggled it around and sucked on her juices. “Stop,” she panted.
Wolf paused; his tongue still imbedded deep inside her. She moved off his face and back down his body.
She stopped when she reached his quivering cock.
She held him still while she impaled herself. She went slowly, to accommodate his wide girth, and nestled onto him snugly.
She smiled down at him. “Oh, you are well worth the price.” She started to move up and down, grinding her hips.
Wolf watched her as she rocked on him. He raised his hands to her and filled them with her generous bosom. He pulled at the corset to feel her flesh. Her large ni**les were peaked and rosy. He pinched them between his fingers.
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Along the side wall, beside a watercolor painting of the countryside, there was a small hole. One would see it only if looking for it. An eye blinked. Behind the wall was a small room. A place convenient for spying.
Morgana watched as Rapunzel slid up and down on Wolf’s enormous cock. She smiled to herself, appreciative of the girl’s stamina. She paid a hefty sum for Wolf’s favors. Morgana could not blame her.
Wolf was a remarkable sight. He would bring great pleasure to her, and great wealth. She watched as Rapunzel moaned loudly and fell forward onto his chest.
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Rapunzel nuzzled into his neck. He could smell her sweet breath and hear her low whimpers. Wolf grasped her round buttocks. He helped her move her h*ps up and down. She was close to coming; he could feel it as she contracted tightly around him.
She pressed kisses to his throat. She kissed his chin and made her way to his ear. She licked his lobe. She murmured into his ear.
“You can escape. You are not in the underworld.
You are in Grimm Castle. There is a small passageway in the dungeon. It leads to an aqueduct.
There you can swim underneath the castle. You will emerge on the other side.”
Wolf gripped her fiercely. He could not believe what he was hearing. There was a way out. He had so many questions. “How do you..?”
“Do not ask. There are eyes all around us. We are being watched right now. This is all I can do for you.”
Rapunzel sat back up. She placed her hands on his chest and rode him hard. Wolf gripped her around the waist and gazed up into her grimaced face. She was flushed; her eyes were dilated with lust. He pulled her down to him, and rolled them over.
He rammed into her hard and fast. He pumped until sweat poured off his forehead. She screamed out as she came violently. She dug her nails into his shoulders. Wolf continued to slam into her, forcing her to endure her cl**ax, until he also came.
He rested on her. His hands still wrapped in her hair. “Thank you,” he whispered into her ear.
She wrapped her arms around him and held him until they both quieted and were able to move again.
Chapter Eight
W olf stood in a great green field. The wind blew his long black hair around him. His eyes flashed in the bright sunlight. He was smiling.
Red walked toward him. She was smiling. Her arms were outstretched toward him, beckoning him to her.
They met. They touched. Wolf enveloped her in his strong arms. She nestled into the crook of his arm, feeling safe and secure…and loved. She sighed into him.
“I’ve been searching for you, Red. I’ve been looking for you my whole life.” His voice was high and hollow.
Red flinched under his hold. She raised her head and looked up at his face. He was grinning. But his face was changing. It filled out, and wrinkled. His blue eyes darkened to hazel. His hair turned gray and shortened.
Red was looking into her Granny’s face.
“Now, my darling, I can finally kill you.” She lifted her hand. A knife glinted in the sun. She drove it down into Red’s chest.
Red jolted awake, a scream stuck in her dry throat, and her heart pounding loudly in her head. She looked about her. Everything was upside down. She tried to lift her head, but it was heavy, and her neck was sore. Her arms pulled at her shoulders, and her legs screamed with pain. She took in a ragged breath and raised her head.
She was hanging by her chains on a steel rod sticking out of the stone wall. And she was still na**d. Her buttocks swayed only inches above the ground. She hung in a V shape. Her feet and hands pointed up, nearly touching each other. She felt like a side of beef on a hook preparing to be sliced into choice cut steaks.
The cool air circled over her skin. She quivered.
She felt it most at the intersection of her legs. Her sex was exposed to the elements and prying eyes. She wondered how long she’d been hanging here. From the pain radiating throughout her muscles, she thought hours, for sure.
She thought about Wolf. She hoped he was still alive, that they didn’t beat him to death. Her head ached violently from the rap she had gotten. She had been foolish rushing to him like that. They would certainly use those feelings against her. Feelings she was just starting to realize were there.
She heard movement at the door of her cell. She glanced over. The guards stood leering at her. One opened the door.
“Hello, love, finally dry?”
“Fuck you,” Red murmured.