Fairytale - A Blue Lake Falls Novel

Chapter Four

Large clawed feet stood among the decayed foliage and twisted tree roots in the forest of the southern border. Rising to over 7ft tall Roman lifted his nose to inhale the scent of the alive forest around him, thick with the smell of fresh rain and wet soil. Mackensie settled into the back of his mind for a long overdue rest as Roman took over, raising his head higher, howling deeply at the sunset letting his pack know The King was out and patrolling, keeping them all safe. It also let all single she-wolves in the surrounding area know The King was off limits but they knew this anyway. It was widely known among the female community that Mackensie was to be avoided during this time at all costs, no one wanted the Beast as their soulmate if the rumours and stories were to even be half believed. Roman thundered across the border running further south than he usually did to track the deer’s movements and the regular grey wolf trails, hoping to find the source of the animals declining numbers.

"Something isn't right here. The trails run straight south in almost a row formation to the very edge of the forest" Mackensie noted after he woke up from his slumber, sleeping whilst Roman was out always left him well rested. The only time he could truly switch off knowing his other side had things under control.

"They are running from danger not finding more food as we thought" Roman said crouching down to inspect the hoof prints in the soft ground. Not even the old ones were left behind,

"The wolves aren't even tracking these deer. They fled in the opposite direction in search of new territory".

"Roman, that doesn't make sense. Why would they abandon a food source?"

"That's what we need to find out"

With that he took off speeding across the forest floor with barely a breath of wind behind him, one of his special skills he acquired through his youth. It took him a long time to master such a skill for one so big and heavy but it had saved his hide many times so he wasn't about to slack off his training making it even harder for an enemy to hear him coming or even a group of females. Mackensie hid from large groups of females to avoid the inevitable. Roman, or Beast as the she-wolves called him was different in all ways to the normal werewolves of their species. He was taller, standing a proud 7ft 3 inches to be precise. Roman measured himself one day as young boys do, shredding the tape measure in his clawed palms in the process. Rose was not amused straight away, he remembered, she was measuring curtains for her kitchen at the time and trusted him to measure the window. She had returned to the kitchen and found her adopted son in his wolf form tangled in the tape. "At least you're using the tape to measure something worth measuring hey Roman" she said picking up the shredded pieces from the floor with a smile on her lips he noticed, it had took them some time before they realised to what Mother Rose was referring to, once they caught on it sent them away blushing.

Romans skin was smooth down his central line from neck to inner thighs, a smooth polished dark tone the colour of fresh clay straight out the frozen waters of the North. His fur was a range of different shades of black to light grey that covered the rest of his body. His hands and feet were soot black as if he had stepped in tar, slowly changing to a lighter grey around the edges of his smooth skin going back to the pitch black along his spine to the nape of his neck. His arms were a lighter shade of black which matched the colour of his flanks, his face was also the same shade but the fur wasn't as long, his defined muscles were showcased to perfection over his body and his 6 pack was still clearly visible. Something they both loved, they proudly displayed their body during training sessions with his warriors, the only ones aside from his family to see the Beast. That's where that phrase came from, one day a warrior was injured during training with Roman as something strange started to happen inside him. The warrior was fine after a few weeks in the hospital, as all the major bones in his body broke at the same time his werewolf healing abilities couldn't repair all the damage at the same time. Roman however roared and thrashed inside the fences of the training arena, his paws digging into the dirt to try and keep him upright. He had pushed his warriors all week harder than ever before due to last week's previous border breach. He needed his troops to know what's out there and just what they had to stop from coming in. Pain coursed through his entire being on every level but it was within his bones he felt the most fire. The pain had him throw himself on his back in an unnatural arc, writhing on the floor as inside his body muscles, tendons and bones rearranged themselves to fit over his new form. He had evolved, pure and simple. It was rare for this to happen since it took the blessing of the Goddess herself for you to be gifted or cursed as others saw it. The King was already the largest wolf in the pack by rights, the next was his Beta Marcus and then the warriors and so on. Evolving took Roman from 4 paws to two solid feet with an arm span of almost 3 metres, his body now resembling one of a half man half wolf hybrid with thick ridges that ran over his head from between his ears into the long dark fur of his neck. His teeth had grown thicker and longer, his paws now looked like enlarged human hands with a deadly knife on the end of each finger. His tail had disappeared instead leaving a thick band of fur which ran up his spine and around the tops of his thighs concealing his manhood to which he was grateful to still have hidden. Once the transformation had finished and the dust settled, Marcus approached him with caution, he had tried to hold him during the worst of the pain but he couldn't risk being killed. Roman pushed himself up onto his feet and slowly stood, wobbling only slightly as he took in his new form. His eyes full of pain and confusion sought Marcus for an explanation and comfort, he staggered forward and was caught by him before he hit the dirt once more. 

"You've evolved my son, breathe deeply" He addressed the warriors who were watching, surrounding the fence line of the arena. "The Goddess herself, Selene has blessed our kingdom, The King has been chosen. May we bless her this night and offer our thanks to have such an honour bestowed on our King. To the Goddess we serve" he boomed across the air. Roman lifted his head, what he was faced with still lingers to this day. Every warrior in their knee with their fist to their chest, bowing to their King not in fear but in pride "To the Goddess we serve" came their reply. He looked them in their eyes as they checked out his new figure, Roman couldn't find his footing so quickly fell on his arse with a resounding thump. He laughed aloud for all to hear quickly realising he was no longer mind linking but actually talking out loud. He didn’t know whether he was more shocked at this development or the fact his arse was now fully on show, "She couldn't have chosen to keep the tail for balance eh?!" his men ran to him to assist him up once they had gotten over the shock at seeing words leave his lips, something they never thought possible encouraging him to test his new legs. He was stronger than 20 of his men, he clocked 55mph on the track and could jump to the top of the trees outside the doors in one move, seeing how welcomed his new look was taken, everyone accepted it and that night a feast was held to honour the gift from Selene. How quickly things change, snapping off the thread to painful memories.

"We don't need to think of that now Roman"

"Agreed" 

Jet black fur rippled through the night like tiny waves over a calm pond after a pebble had been thrown in, there was no breeze this evening to help aid his mission and locate the deer but alas he pushed on through the undergrowth until his muscles burned from the relentless pace. Stopping every now and then to feast on a stray rabbit or stoat, birds were simply revolting to his nose plus the feathers got stuck in his teeth. Not worth the hassle he concluded until something ever so light and delicate danced on the little air around him bringing his run to a dead stop making him smack side long into a tree landing him arse first onto the ground facing the stars. 

"What the f**k dude?!" screamed Mackensie as he fought his way to the surface of the painful haze that engulfed him as he caught his breath. 

"What the f**k was that?" is all Roman could reply.

Once Roman regained his bearings and felt the aftershocks of such a hit fade into nothing he rolled onto his knees and slowly stood using the tree that took him out as support. Deep long breaths helped him take in the valuable oxygen needed to aid his healing, it only took seconds to heal any superficial wound but that wasn't what had him pausing for longer than was necessary. 

"That way. South West I make it" called Mackensie after charting their location using the stars as his map. He truly loved being free during this time, no one and nothing needed him and it filled his soul when Roman could really cut loose and enjoy his skin without the burden of his title and simply revel in the nature around them. He started making his way through the forest towards the energy that gently pulsated with those of the trees around him, it wasn't a malicious vibe he felt but of peace and joy, of freedom.

"Do you hear that? I think something is injured nearby." Roman paused and used his heightened hearing to find the source of these noises "No animal I've met that makes such sounds, unless we have a few super here in this forest with us".

"I don't sense any other super for at least 40 miles. Perhaps someone staying in a forest cabin or some rich man's summer lodge would be my guess" Mackensie replied. These lands were always brought up by those who knew nothing about the land they built on. Cutting down hundreds of years’ worth of knowledge and history just to build themselves a playhouse that they barely stayed in and only then for not longer than a month. City slickers didn't know the true worth of the ground they stood on, Roman silently agreed with him. He made his way carefully over the roots and fallen tree trunks heading for the soft glow of lights he saw through the trees. Keeping his eyes on the ground to avoid any branches he might snap alerting the person to his presence he missed the length of white wool that was stretched in front of his chest. "STOP ROMAN!" the words boomed through his mind bringing him to a halt within millimetres of the string. "Do not touch it. It's blessed and sealed to protect this property. It's potent at that too, that's why the sound is so muffled. Whoever did this knows their stuff." fully awake now since that slip up with the tree Mackensie inspected the property before him with a keen eye. Neat and tended garden, relatively high fence, small outhouse and a good sized aged cabin. These were long time owners and visitors of these lands, whoever it was knew of the dangers of living here but enough to protect what is theirs and properly too.

"We need to scope out the place to check for a threat before we bed down for the night, this person might be a wandering super but might not" no response. "Dude are you even listening to me" Mackensie jolted Roman through their link, 

"Look"

He zoned into where Roman was looking and immediately understood his wolves lack of thought, breathing and everything in-between. Through the window he stood facing no more than 10 metres from was a living Goddess of the night, m**********g in her bathtub. "Holy space balls"

"Holy space balls?! Is that seriously your first reaction to what we are witnessing right now". Roman flung back at him.

"We shouldn't be watching this. It's not right." and yet he couldn't take his eyes off the woman in the bath. Her long wet hair framed her heart shaped face with no real aim other than to taunt him more to cast his eyes over the rest of her exposed body. A delicate décolletage curved into supple shoulders that ended at the water, palm sized breasts broke through the water line as she teased herself relentlessly. The sound of her moans was what they could hear across the night air, somehow they managed to  break through the protection dome that encased the property.

 "Mac we need to leave right?" 

"Right"

"Why aren't you moving then" 

"I'm back here man, you move"

"Right" 

No one moved. They were transfixed to her movements, watching everything she did and recording it to memory that would last a lifetime. They don't know how long they stood watching or when they finally regained their footing but the image in front of them wasn't making it easy. She seemed to have started pulsing her arms faster, then they saw the woman's other hand disappear under the water. 

"f**k me, two hands" Mackensie took back control from Roman who clearly couldn't think straight within seconds, falling sharply to his knees on the soft ground panting hard but not from the swift change back to his human form. But from the knowledge this edible creature that had him hooked with just her moans of pleasure that she gave to herself urged him to take his own c**k in his hands and find his own release. He was fighting his own urges to not take advantage of this moment, it wasn't right, it felt filthy. He blinked hard, focusing his mind to slowly back away, he managed 12 paces when her angelic sounds changed pitch and he knew she was close to her climax.

"Sweet Jesus this is torture of the acutest kind" he could no longer she the woman but he could hear her. Every splash of the water her movements caused, every sigh and moan that escaped her lips and worst of all every pulse of her vibratory into her wet p***y. His hands found his way to his hard swollen member, slowly wrapping his fingers one by one around his shaft. He pumped his hand to the beat of her own rhythm, his mind conjuring the ultimate fantasy of her riding him hard, claiming ownership of his mind, body and soul, making him submit in every way possible. Semen dripped from the tip onto his thigh as a shudder ran through his bones, he heard her cry out from her own fantasy. She was close and so was he, pumping himself harder he gripped his balls urging himself on. He came with a violent burst of energy that shook the power of her protective case behind him as each pulse brought a fresh wave of powerful s****l tension from his mind straight to his balls, Roman's eyes glowing fiercely into the darkness as his c*m pooled on the soft ground between his large thighs. 

"Best wank ever" purred a voice in his mind as his other half fainted into the abyss. Mackensie had to move on to find himself a shelter for the night, he dragged himself up and turned round for one last glance at this Earth Goddess before him. What he saw made him instantly hard, she was standing in her tub pushing the bubbles off her glistening wet skin back into the bath. His heated gaze travelled up her long shapely legs to juicy thick thighs, strong thighs he noted hungrily as they moulded into wide hips then onto a slightly smaller waist creating a seductive hourglass shape perfect for long caresses up and down her sides. His eyes lingered over her stomach as he admired her small belly which moved as she did, almost dancing to its own beat. He likes that in a woman, perfect imperfections is what Rose called it. "A real woman has curves that show strength in her body, a real woman has soft mounds over their stomachs to help protect future babies they carry and nothing beats having a nice big arse to fill a good pair of jeans my boy" when he asked her why all the women in her beauty magazine had bones on display. 

He wanted a woman who enjoyed life and her body, who owned her space and her looks, to him it showed that they loved themselves no matter what their size. All the she-wolves he met his age were long limbed, athletic and strict on their diets and beauty regimes. Always striving for the next best thing to add to their appearance, often using their looks as a shield to hide behind taking their flaws with them. He was right about her breasts though, perfectly palm sized, more than a handful is definitely too much. He never did like waste, dark rose round n*****s sat erect in their centre, dimpling at the sudden change in temperature as she stood up out of the hot water before hardening into tight buds. His d**k started pulsing with more pre c*m and the need to be milked again so soon. He watched the woman ring out her hair before climbing gracefully out of the bath and putting on what appeared to be a robe finally covering herself from his predatory eyes. I bet she has a juicy arse, one you can park a bike in and rest a pint on, one that can take a proper man's pounding he thought with unchecked lust and longing to be f****d, and to f**k hard without having to hold back. Leave now, must leave now he repeated urging his body to cooperate before he sped up and ran from the taste of heaven he just witnessed. He can't remember how long he ran for or when Roman took over again to give them distance from the cabin but he did remember how they collapsed from fatigue under the cover of a small but wide leafed tree with only their memory of the Forest Goddesses body for comfort as he let the gift of sleep and oblivion take him into this dreams. 

The Fates watched how he didn't check his surroundings as he should have done otherwise he would have noted just what he fell asleep in, he might not have realised but those watching did.