Whispers of the Enchanted

In the heart of the mystical woods, where sunlight barely pierced the dense canopy, Khushboo wandered off the beaten path. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and whispered secrets, and the trees stood sentinel, their ancient roots stretching out like welcoming arms. She had always been drawn to the enchanted forest, but today, something deeper pulled her in—a curiosity that bordered on compulsion. The underbrush crunched beneath her feet as she ventured further, the familiar trails disappearing behind her. The trees here were older, their bark etched with runes that pulsed with a faint glow. She reached out, tracing the symbols with her fingertips, feeling a hum of energy resonate through her. As she walked, the foliage thinned, revealing a hidden grove bathed in a soft, ethereal light. At the center of the grove stood a towering figure, his back turned to her. He was shirtless, his muscles taut as he chopped wood with an ease that belied the strength required. Khushboo hesitated, her breath catching in her throat. She should turn back, but her feet remained rooted, her eyes drawn to the fluid motion of his body. As if sensing her presence, the man paused, his ax embedded in the chopping block. He turned slowly, his eyes meeting hers with an intensity that made her heart leap. He was much older, his dark hair silvered at the temples, lines of experience etched into his ruggedly handsome face. There was a wildness about him, a primal energy that made her pulse quicken. "You shouldn't be here," he said, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within her. Khushboo squared her shoulders, trying to ignore the flutter in her chest. "And why not?" The man took a step closer, his eyes never leaving hers. "This is a sacred place, girl. It's not for the faint of heart." His condescending tone sparked a fire within her. "I'm not a girl," she retorted, taking a step forward herself. "And I'm not faint of heart." A smirk played at the corner of his mouth, softening the hard lines of his face. "Is that so?" He reached out, tucking a stray curl behind her ear. His fingers lingered, tracing the line of her jaw, sending shivers down her spine. "You're playing with fire, little one." Khushboo swallowed hard, her body responding to his touch in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. "And what if I want to get burned?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. The man's eyes darkened, his pupils dilating with desire. He leaned in, his breath hot on her ear. "You have no idea what you're asking for," he growled. But Khushboo held her ground, her heart pounding in her chest. "Show me," she challenged, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. The man studied her for a moment, his gaze searching. Then, with a low growl, he closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers. The kiss was fierce, demanding, a primal claim that left her breathless. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. He responded with a intensity that matched her own, his hands roaming her body, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. She gasped as he lifted her, her legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. He pressed her against a nearby tree, his body hard against hers, his arousal evident. His mouth left hers, trailing kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her collarbone. She arched against him, a moan escaping her lips. He responded with a low growl, his hands gripping her hips, grinding her against him. The friction sent waves of pleasure coursing through her, her body aching for more. He moved the collar of her shift dress away and his breath was warm as he pulled down the fabric, baring her breasts to the cool forest air. She whimpered as he took one nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. His hand cupped her other breast, his thumb circling her nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. She clung to him, her body writhing against his, desperate for more. He obliged, his hand slipping under her skirt, his fingers tracing the edge of her lace underwear. She gasped as he pushed the fabric aside, his fingers finding her hot, wet center. He growled low in his throat, his fingers exploring her folds, circling her clit. She cried out, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over her. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, filling her. She rode his hand, her body chasing the sensation, greedy for more. He brought her to the brink, her body tensing, ready to explode. But he pulled back, a wicked smile playing on his lips. She whimpered in protest, her body aching with need. He chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down her spine. "Patience, little one," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. He set her down, his hands going to his belt. She watched, her heart pounding, as he unbuckled it, his pants dropping to the forest floor. He stood before her, naked and unashamed, his arousal evident. She reached out, her hand wrapping around his length. He groaned, his head falling back, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Emboldened, she stroked him, marveling at the silky smoothness of his skin, the hardness beneath. He let her explore, his body tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But when she leaned in, her tongue flicking out to taste him, he stopped her, his hand cupping her chin. "Not this time, little one," he growled. "I need to be inside you." He turned her around, her hands pressing against the tree trunk. He lifted her skirt, his hands caressing her ass, his fingers slipping between her legs. She spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock rubbing against her slick folds. With a thrust, he entered her, his hands gripping her hips, and what's left of her shift dress rubbed up her stomach. She cried out, her body stretching to accommodate him. He stilled, giving her time to adjust, his breath hot on her neck. Then, slowly, he began to move, his hips thrusting against hers, his cock sliding in and out of her. She met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his. The sensation was intense, the pleasure building with each thrust. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. She moaned, her body tensing, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He increased his pace, his body slamming against hers, his fingers working her clit furiously. She could feel her orgasm building, her body coiling like a spring. And then, with a final thrust, she came undone, her body convulsing, waves of pleasure crashing over her. He followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself inside her. They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, under the green canopy of the forest. This was hallowed ground, an ancient place of worship.. His voice, cut through the haze of of pleasure clearing from her mine, as he finally disentangled from her and started the long process of untangling from their clothes. "How did you find this place?". In the quiet of her small cottage at the edge of the woods, Khushboo tossed and turned, her body aching with a need she couldn't ignore. The forest called to her, its whispering secrets echoing through her mind, drawing her back to the hidden grove. And to him. Orion, the wild, primal man who had ignited a fire within her that refused to be extinguished. She slipped out of bed, her heart pounding with anticipation. The forest was dark, the moon a mere sliver in the sky, but she knew the way by heart. The path opened before her, the trees guiding her, their ancient wisdom humming through her veins. She was connected to this place now, bound by something deeper than curiosity, stronger than desire. As she stepped into the grove, she saw him. Orion stood bathed in the silvery moonlight, his body tense, his eyes filled with a mix of longing and resistance. He was fighting it, this connection between them, but she could see the battle was one he was losing willingly. She would have expected it to be creepy, but now towards him it felt more like a natural pull towards the uncomfortable. The moonlight defined the outlines of his muscles and his taut bare chest breathed heavier as she made her advance. He turned to her, his eyes flashing with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. "You shouldn't have come back," he growled, but his voice lacked conviction. Their connection had now gone beyond one night's pleasure. "I couldn't stay away," she replied, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. She stepped closer, her body responding to his presence, a dance of sorts beginning between them. He mirrored her steps, a predator stalking his prey, but she was no mere prey. She was a willing participant in this dark dance. He reached out, his hand grasping her waist, pulling her against him. She subtly glided her hands between them, flicking his nipple and catching the hardened remains between her finger and thumb. she could feel his thoughts screaming at himself, though, wondering if his desire had made him oblivious to the pain. It counts't really have been that painful, she decided. The last tme was under duress, but this was something else. "This is wrong," he murmured, but his body betrayed him, his hips pressing against hers, his arousal evident. His breathing was heavy and they rasped at each other's skin softly in sync with the music of the trees. "I don't know how to make it right," he said. "Does it feel wrong?" she whispered, her hands roaming his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles. He shuddered under her touch, a low growl escaping his lips. She returned to grasping his length through his trousers and undid the lace that bound the pants in place. He reached behind her sucking his finger before using it to work his way through the double layer of restrictions still holding her away her from himself. "No," he admitted, his voice hoarse with desire. "It feels... inevitable." She smiled, a sense of triumph washing over her. She was winning this battle, breaking down his resistance. But she knew the war was far from over. There were secrets in his eyes, darkness in his past. But for now, she just wanted to lose herself in the dance. He leaned in, his lips capturing hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. She responded in kind, her body pressing against his, her hands exploring every inch of him. He groaned, his hands gripping her ass, lifting her, her legs wrapping around his waist. He spun them around, his body moving with a grace that belied his size. She clung to him, her body moving in sync with his, a dance as old as time itself. The forest seemed to pulse around them, the ancient magic of the place intertwining with their desire, amplifying every sensation. It was exhilarating, every touch set her gasping and she could feel herself once again getting hot and bothered till the space between her legs was moist from her own touch. Setting her atop a branch that would have been too high for her to reach on her own, he gently entered her and she felt her bare bottom's raw skin slide across the hardened surface of the tree behind her. As the grip of her hand around his manhood tightened, he gasped and she smiled at the victory which had inevitably found its way to her. As his lips began to wander lower between her legs his skill became apparent to her once again, he wasn't just some amateur, he seemed to have been this way with multiple women. His tongue found her clit, flicking it, sucking it, sending waves of pleasure crashing over her. She cried out, her body convulsing, her orgasm intense and sudden. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire, her juices glistening on his lips. "You taste like magic," he growled, his voice low and husky. He slowly began to work his way up her body. She caught sight of the scars running across his back, and upon asking if it was from his wife, he denied it with a flippant reply "the bushes grow very thick sometimes". As his position climbed higher he reached forward cupping her right breast gently and his thumb ran along her nipple, as his grip tightened. He continued his feast on her body, nipping at her skin lightly, and even on occasion switching between sucking and lifting part of her flesh between his teeth. Whenever he sucked softly, it was a lot softer than if those same parts were moist beforehand, and when he would lick them she liked the feel of them cooling as the air would rush into the slight depression he created with the pressure of his tongue. As he pulled her closer, grinding his still rock hard cock on her body she felt herself coming to another earth shattering climax filled with crisp clear pleasure. As his gaze once again shifted to the floor of the forest, he began to speak clearly his voice echoing through the trees. He spun her around, his body pressing against hers from behind, his hands roaming her curves. He began his admission in a manner akin to some infamous demagogue confessing his wrongs. " I'm trapped in this forest by a curse. I didn't always live alone in these woods. The enchanted forest was my kingdom, and I, its king. The same time last year, I was married, our wedding set to take place on this spot. Not the grove, mind, but this very tree." He said now slowing down half his speech in a manner which would have fit someone who just confessed in front of the court. And I loved her, more than life, more than my kingdom. Or so I thought. But I was young, arrogant. I thought I could have it all—power, wealth, love. I was wrong. A rival envied my power and He came to me, with an offer of alliance. He brought with him a beautiful prisoner from another land But his offer would all be in exchange for my wife. He took me to a dark cave but I refused his proposition. He got angry, his eyes burning with a darkness I'd never seen before. He cursed me, binding me to this forest, doomed to be a woodsman forever. There would be no wife for me. Orion's voice was filled with pain, his body tense against hers. She turned in his arms, her heart aching for him. She cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw, her fingers tangled in the silver at his temples. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I know it must be hard to remember what it was like will I bound the same way. Your wife will not be the last woman who shares your bed.". His eyes darkened, his gaze intense. "The curse cannot be broken so easily. A dance, a challenge embraced in the moonlight of this forest, a testament to true love and seeing the differences, and living with them anyway. Until then, I am bound here, a slave to the darkness. Now go, however, you are returning to my partner's house. You are his. I must investigate it before your presence to my wife." And thus, with a pain in her heart, even knowing she would see herself changed, she made her way back down the long winding paths to the make a meaningful embrace with her wooden husband of sorts. Changed for the better or for the worse, she knew that what mattered most to her was that she had pulled away from her bindings away from a world that had for all too long held her back. I warned you, little one. I told you to stay away, that I was a beast bound by darkness. But you didn't listen." Orion's voice was a low growl, his body pressed against Khushboo's, his breath hot on her neck. The forest around them pulsed with energy, the ancient magic of the place intertwining with their desire, amplifying every sensation and emotion between them. She gasped as he trailed kisses down her jaw, his hands roaming her body, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. "I couldn't stay away," she panted, her body arching against his. "I don't care about the curse. I want you, Orion. All of you." A low growl escaped his lips, a sound of surrender and hunger. He captured her mouth in a fierce, demanding kiss, his tongue exploring her, claiming her. She responded in kind, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of desperation and desire, the primal rhythm of lovers entwined. He broke the kiss, his breath ragged, his eyes wild with need. He swallowed hard, "I won't be able to stop this time, Khushboo. The beast within won't allow while there is magic grain that works on her. You must break the curse or we will once again fall to the passions of our lust, or embrace it as it is and be lorded over mindlessly by it," he growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "Understand this, little one. I won't be gentle. I can't be. Not tonight." Not tonight of all nights. A shiver ran down her spine, a mix of fear and anticipation. She could see the battle raging in his eyes, the man against the beast, the darkness against the light. She cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw, her fingers tangled in the silver at his temples. "I understand," she whispered, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. She lifted the thin muslin and gently let it drop alongside her on the forest floor. He was bathed in moonlight, the silvery beams seeming to beckon along his urge. He turned her roughly around and turned her head to face his before he turned into the beast. He placed her hands on her spine and slowly stroked it downward till he reached the mounds of her buttock and gently kneaded at them. As his head bent down to run kisses down her neck, his body too began to bend at the waist and Khushboo felt his base thrust into her. She gasped as she felt his entire hand grip at the side of her torso. His fingers curvature enveloped her breast but before she could melt into the heat he left her and began to work his fingers into the dark crevice of her spine. A ring of confusion dare not escape her lips as his lips clamped on the sides of her face sucking them in against his teeth and tilting her head upwards. He climbed up her body wrapping his arms around her and hoisted her up, toward a y-shaped tree he must have eye-balled before. The base of the tree was soaked, with soggy-mouldy leaves laying around its base. He placed her where the branches forked toward his left and right respectively. Orion strode toward her with his pants just dangling now against his enormous shaft. "Are you scared" he said to her, the moonlight behind him casting an enormous shadow akin to a werewolf about to strike A shiver ran down her spine his dark curls damp with sweat and with a ll hung maw "Don't be afraid of me." Her voice wouldn't come. She wasn't sure whether she was scared of the beast that he soon would soon become but the fear eased till he sheared off his last item of clothing exposing the full grandeur of his bodily might to her It was at that moment that Orion seemed to sense the wind change and his eyes burned into her almost as if looking through her. In this light, they would have glowed in the dead of the night and it seemed as if his body had gone rigid to the feeling Khushboo was getting. It seemed the feeling was closer to her and she could now start to hear the whispers louder than ever before. As they continue to increase the rustles turned to a gust winding more and more thickly around the trees. The darkness crept closer and closer, and Khushboo began to return inch my minute into the encasing grasp of the y shaped branches. The darkness was upon her now and enveloped her into itself. All she could see was darkness and all she could hear was the laughing of her never-to-be husband before she heard Orion bellow with rage as the winds were bending the trees themselves. He fought the wind and the puppet masters that guided them. She braced herself against the trunk tight in anticipation, and gritted her teeth expecting it to sting sharply turning around to see Orion who had been growling into the night akin to a werewolf fighting a storm, before the full transformation happened which she had just witnessed. The leaves were calling her name, repeating back to her everything her lover had confessed, reminding her of all she had ignored, and all that she was now longing to escape from. It began to tear through the forestsOrion's eyes met hers, a silent apology in their depths as he began to change. His body grew, muscles rippling, fur sprouting, his face elongating into a snout filled with sharp teeth. He was terrifying, a monster born of darkness. But even as he changed, she could see him, the man within, the one who had warned her, who had tried to protect her. A whimper started to play on her lips as she felt herself come clean from her skin, as if dunked into the river when the midnight cuckoo songs. But apparently that too market Orion further, his breath now coming against her felt fresh the further away she tried to go, and his breath fell warm and dry against her. Orion had been fighting for her all along and she hadn't noticed it, till now. She reached out, her fingers tangling in his fur, a gasp escaping her lips as she felt something akin to the sting of his hardened length rubbing against her. He surged to meet her and as they held each other the heart beats skipped and yet beat in unison with both the unified parts of their beings one one side and the individual humans they were versus the mutual lover they both made they drew closer, and further into each other's energies as the night wore on While they had been making unbridled passion to each other, The darkness that Khushboo had seen akin to something else seem to be taking control of Orion and making him do the bidding of something else when all he seemed to be want to do was be with her. She distinctly heard the trees say "Orion does not care for her. But he can unlock all that you can ask for. Khushboo, No, she said as she felt herself falling deeper and deeper into the chasm of the abyss. She watched as Orion tried to fight the pull as best as he could but she saw his resolve was weakening the harder he fought. The only release, was not one she expected however. Seeing this Khushboo reached deep within, tried to pull Orion out till he turned around and bitch slapped her That could have been the encounter of a lifetime. It could have been, and she could have almost tasted the sweet salt of his wrist on her lips had it not been for the Khushboo gasped, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She didn't understand how I could be feeling like this. He was a beast, a monster, but yet her body responded to him, accepted him, wanted him. She clung to him, her body moving in sync with his, a dance of passion and desperation she now knew she could never be mated to him without him being free of this curse and she was resolved to break that, even if it came at the cost of their newfound love, accept all by herself, with no way to touch the worlds beyond the forest nor be touched by it. As the heat against her fade away Khushboo began to feel goosebumps further cooling her down and yet she felt hot and steamy at the thought of this in a lovers embrace. She might be waiting a long while for her passionate animal lover who was on the edge of proceeding but she was stepping out willingly to ensure "Orion," she panted, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I break this curse. I choose you, all who you were before the beast. I choose to let you be free to love without becoming someone you can never explain to me.. With the moon in its exceptional long fingered silvery grasp, it whispered to her 'Is it thus you seek to unshackle Orion from his bind?' Khushboo clenched her eyes trying to keep the torrential downpour from Ray Ban before looking up and saying, "Yes!, I shriek in the most shrill voice she has ever spoken with. I release all that you can gift me and from the entire forest I claim Orion to Be free! I claim Orion to Be free, I claim Orion to Be free! to Be free, to Be free." She hugged Orion tightly as they wept together, the last shackles of Orion's bindings now falling away and they cried out the entire forest and everything in the distance was now silent. As they held each other till the dawn crept up on them, the soft voice of the forest once again began like a playful chatter among young ones. The air self seemed playful unlike the ominous notes it had held in its clasp beforehand. The voice held in itself a whisper, all you gave for the forest I shall gift you back in its worth, but you cannot hold any power from it. A ragged breath escaped his lips as he tried to quell the beast within. he unsheathed all that he held and he bit into Khushboo's lips before she could muster another why. She felt herself melt into the lovers union they had formed and her body screamed with delight for the lover whose heart she had once again reignited, this time with the power of her animation. She gasped, her eyes widening. "I'll pay any price or enter even the most wretched of lives if that was the cost of freeing you, Orion". She shook her head in her head as the effects of her materialization expired. The forest was silent, no one raised a whisper among the leaves. "No," she whispered, "no." "Listen to nothing the forests says, Khushboo." He stood wild-eyed in front of her but more better behaved than she had ever seen him "No, but I need you whole, and, I would rather come back reincarnate . I would, you know I would. The first pangs of tomorrow's morning arose and the forest By the time she finished speaking, she was freed from the forest and now saw a little bird popped up on the branch right beside her. "That wasn't what I wanted. It came out of me in things, but that wasn't what I meant. You're the most precious thing in my life, Khushboo. I have never loved and will and can love no one besides you." Orion finally admitted to himself and her, but her change keeping her passion forward for him was a curse for her as well but the biggest loss Orion felt was that she was this way with him only physically, since she did not feel as deep as she might have otherwise. As she slowly started to leave to depart the way she came, he mumbled under his breath "Now only going closer to you from this day will let me feel like me again. Khushboo will keep me alive,mmm,." he mumbled just walking back deeper into the forest and the morning slowly came to take hold of the entire night. But for the heart of two lovers, nothing else is said The forest fell with an icy deafening silence and the night leaves subsided. There was no longer the whispers of the forest and the wind no longer howled with sorrow