“Anastasia! Anastasia! Where have you been?” Ragnvaldr’s familiar, strong voice called, with a hint of unnecessary urgency.“In the meadows, with my friends,” I answered whimsically with a twirl. The hemline of my low-cut, peasant dress followed my spin, wrapping around my knees. Strings crisscrossed the voluptuous bodice, holding my otherwise tall, slender physique in place. My slightly curly, long, brunette hair danced across my bare shoulders. He knew my friends in the meadow were the deer, chipmunks, bluebirds and other docile wildlife that my presence strangely summons.The usual, warm sun shone brightly above. A few puffy, white clouds sailed effortlessly in the endless expanse of blue. Wildflowers dotted the deep green meadow, swaying in the light breeze.“It worries me so when you disappear like that,” he answered, in the same tone. “Especially over here,” glancing quickly up at the mountain behind us. Ragnvaldr and I grew up together in the shire. He was two years older. As children we played and frolicked like best friends. As we got older, and our bodies changed, and our friendship filled with new assumptions. There were assumptions made by our families, and the tiny shire itself that we would one day marry to add to the new generation of villagers. There were many reasons I might share their assumptions. He was handsome, rugged, strong and capable. He was what any girl might want. The pressures of the assumption intensified with every year that passed. He was now 25. Like everyone, Ragnvaldr assumed one day I would become his. He took it on himself to watch over me until that day, and after.I wasn’t yet ready to lock myself into the obvious expectations of the shire. My walks in the meadows stirred my dreams of other worlds. Fantasies filled my mind, and lately, my bodily imaginations. Shire lore of ages past captivated me for what possibilities might still lie ahead, for those willing to dream. Is everything we see, all there is?It is a magical place, our small, vibrant village in the humble, remote kingdom. On most days, sun-filled blue skies stretch as far as the eye can see. Split fences line miles of rolling, green pastures. A small river runs through the center of the serene town. Puffs of smoke rise from chimneys in the dwellings along the ancient cobblestone streets. Music can often be heard from gatherings of singing villagers. Children laugh as they play and chase each other in the safe streets and fields of the shire.The shire sits nestled at the end of the long, enchanted valley. In most directions, only the distant horizon limits how far as their eyes can see. Yet, immediately behind the village, the tranquil meadows are brought to a portentous end by the enormous, dark, craggy mountain that borders the valley. The pointed mountain towers over the village. Above the base of the granite fortress, buried almost into the thick, immovable rock, the dark castle looms. Only the tops of the castle’s front towers are visible from the valley floor, but they are enough to strike fear in the hearts of any villager who dares to steal a glance. Occasional smoke billows from the tall towers, proving the grotesque monster still looms inside.The castle’s lore is known far and wide. In the days of the kingdom’s great beginning, the king and his royal family reigned from the castle’s royal throne room. Peaceful customs continued for generations. These traditions included, that each new king selected his queen from among the fair maidens of the kingdom. It was a joyful and peaceful kingdom. Great banquets and celebrations were held at the castle for subjects to make merriment.The passing of the great king meant the handsome Prince Patrick was now to assume the throne for the next generation. It was decided by his court, with his approval, to combine the day of his coronation with his wedding, making it the greatest of all celebrations in the history of the kingdom. The day before the coronation, he would announce his Üsküdar Escort selection of the queen from among the villagers. Anticipation grew throughout the kingdom for his selection, their wedding, and the coronation of the new king.With the years of peace throughout the land, combined with the anticipation and preparations for the great celebration, no one saw the grotesque creature emerge from over the craggy mountain behind. The legend tells how it appeared in the dark of night, descended onto the castle grounds, to take it for itself. One by one, the few dozing sentries were consumed. The creature made its way through the castle. There were no survivors. The royal family, including the renowned Prince Patrick were gone, never seen again. Few have laid eyes on the monster and lived to tell about it. Those that have, do not recover from the trauma of it.Ever since that dark day, celebrations and merriment at the castle ended. Children are taught at the earliest ages to never go near the mountain, let alone the castle. A few, out of curiosity have dared to climb the ascent to catch a glimpse. They have never been seen again.Life in the shire continues in the strange, whimsical peacefulness of the valley and our traditions. The castle looms above. The creature remains there, never coming out of the cold darkness of the castle. Most in the shire live in constant denial of the creature’s nearby presence or threat. Far better to live their lives enjoying the distractions of the fanciful shire.“You should not be this close to the mountain!” Ragnvaldr insisted, with another brave glance toward it. His eyes betrayed his fear behind the façade of his strong voice and rugged appearance.“It’s a beautiful day,” I said, with another carefree twirl. “I am not afraid.”“You should be!” he answered, annoyed. “You live in a fantasy world.”I glanced up at the menacing mountain. “Don’t you ever wonder what’s up there?”“No! Don’t even think that!” he answered. “Promise me, you won’t ever!”“I make no promises,” I giggled, unaffected. “At least not yet,” I added as a tease to the lifelong vows we both knew were in our future.Ragnvaldr stood with a frustrated look on his face. “You’re impetuous.”“You’ve never complained about my impetuous fantasy world before,” I answered, running my long fingers across the front of his pants.“You’re such a tease,” he said, looking around.“We’re here by ourselves,” I said, pulling the string at the top of my bodice. My ample tits pushed out toward him.Ragnvaldr pulled my body against his. With one hand he reached around my body, pulling my hem up in back, while the other hand pushed through my dark locks, pulling my lips to his. He gave me a long kiss.I felt dizzy from the kiss and feel of his large hand capturing my small round ass. I reached down and opened his pants.His eyes looked down onto mine pleadingly.I offered a sultry smile before falling to my knees, bringing his pants down his muscular legs with me. His thick, long cock bounced in front of my face, begging for attention.“See?” I said. “Someone likes my world.”I licked my lips teasingly before wrapping them around his waiting cock. My tongue worked his already-sensitive tip as my lips slowly descended his entire length. His cock disappeared down my throat.Ragnvaldr’s knees buckled. “Oh fuck!” he said.I slowly pulled off of him. “You like that?” I asked teasingly.“Oh fuck, don’t stop wench!” he yelled. He pushed his cock between my lips. With all his strength, tried to fuck my face forcefully.I quickly turned my head, denying his desire. His desperate cock slid across my cheek.“No, no,” he begged.“Yes, yes,” I insisted. “I’m in charge right now.”His body tensed in desperation. “Oh fuck, you little bitch.”“My terms or not?” I asked, looking up at him with my large hazel eyes.He conceded with a nod.I smiled before slowly tormenting him. I started by circling the tip of his throbbing cock with my tongue. I could feel his Üsküdar Escort Bayan desire, desperate to fill my mouth with his flesh. My tongue moved slowly down the length of his cock and back. “Mmmm,” I said, genuinely pleased.“Oh fuck!”I took his hand and pulled it down, signaling him to drop to his knees. His pants were still gathered around his ankles. I pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist. I lowered my panty-covered pussy over his cock, rocking slightly. I pulled the top of my loosened dress down to my waist, freeing my large, firm, round tits. My nipples reached toward him. I took his hands in mine and brought them to my waiting tits.His fingers sunk into my soft skin, kneading my breasts.“Mmmm, that’s right,” I said as I reached down and pulled the top of my skirt up. With one hand I pulled my panty to the side while using the other to move the tip of his cock to my naked clit.“Yes, yes, yes!” he said.I moved his cock to pleasure my clit and tease the opening of my pussy.Ragnvaldr tried to raise his hips to force his cock deeper into me.“Ah, ah,” I toyed. “Not yet.”“You’re such a slut!” he pleaded. “I’ve dreamed of this. Fuck me Ana!”“I bet you have,” I whispered. My heart began to race as my own climax was quickly approaching.I moved his cock back up to my clit, pressing it harder against my button, circling it again and again. The pleasure intensified, causing me to press him harder and faster against my clit. “Oh yes!” I squealed, so close to cumming. I lunged forward with my knees, now straddling his head. My moist pussy landed on his mouth. Ragnvaldr immediately licked the soft folds and hardening clit. My body rocked over him. I screamed just as a river of cum gushed over his face and into his mouth. I reached down and pulled his head up, pressing his mouth firmly against my still flowing pussy. “Yes, yes, yes!” I screamed, letting him drink me dry.I finally leaned forward onto my knees, over his face. “God that was good,” I said. I looked back over my shoulder. The tip of his cock glistened with precum; his length bounced in desperation.“Fuck me, Ana.”I smiled, teasingly. I stood up and moved my panty back in place. The hem of my skirt fell back down, just above my knees. “I can’t wait to have all of that in me,” I said truthfully.I stepped over him. “But maybe that’s too far into my fantasy world for you, today.”“No, no, no!” he cried out, in frustration.“I still think fantasies make the real world better, don’t you?” I skipped across the meadow toward the shire. The rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t shake my own words about fantasies, and especially the dark castle. I glanced up to the mountain again. It was as if it called.Long shadows fell over the quaint valley as the sun set in the distance. As always, the dark mountain cast the most ominous silhouette over the shire and surrounding meadows. I snuck out the door and down the cobblestone streets. Once I came to the edge of the shire, I darted through the meadow, hoping no one would see. The meadow came to an abrupt stop, marked by a fortress of rock. My heart raced and my breathing quickened, standing at the edge of the forbidden mountain.I looked up and gasped. Resolved, I began the steep climb up the unkept treelined path. Large branches arched overhead, blocking out all but the slightest moonlight. I finally looked across the mountain base. The massive castle stood before me. It was larger than I imagined. A sound, like that of a stick breaking interrupted my pondering. I couldn’t tell what direction it came from. I crouched in fear. My heart thundered.Suddenly everything went dark.I don’t know how long I was out. I opened my eyes slowly. My vision blurred. The dull pain in my head pulsed. I slid one hand across the hard, dusty cement floor beneath me. I slowly lifted my head. There was nothing but bare walls around me, except for one chair. I was strewn in the middle of the room. A small window high Escort Üsküdar on one wall offered the only light. A large, wooden door was in the center of the opposite wall. I sat up. Other than the slight pounding in my head, I was grateful I was unharmed. My vision began to clear, causing my heart to race. Chains hung from one of the walls.“Oh no! Oh, no!” I cried.Suddenly, I heard the thundering sound of approaching steps that stopped on the other side of the door. A large bolt lock slid and stopped. The old door knob turned. I scurried behind the chair, as if it offered some kind of protection. The door opened, forcing my first spectacle of the gory creature.Pure dread flooded my body. I had never seen anything so grotesque. It ambled into the room on all fours, grunting. Its face looked like the ugliest of gargoyles with a tuft of hair on top. Its muscular body had bulging arms and legs, with clawed feet. Its greenish body was covered with thick scales. It grunted and snarled, showing its sharp incisors. Viscous drool dripped from its mouth.I picked up the chair, pointing the bottom legs toward the animal. It growled. The room shook. It slammed the door closed behind it and stood up on its back legs, letting out another roar. It stood at least ten feet high, dwarfing me across the room. Its massive chest and torso became a wall in front of me. Consistent with the monstrous size of the rest of the creature, was its enormous soft cock.“Oh, no,” I said as I dropped the chair in fear. “Please,” I said pleadingly. “I mean you no harm.” My words were ridiculous, as if in any way it might feel threatened by me or understand my words. “Please, just let me go.”It let out a growl before taking two steps toward me. Its thick tongue emerged from its drooling mouth before falling forward to walk again on all fours toward me. The closer it got, the bigger it became. Each step toward me made me more defenseless.I stepped back until my back was against the wall with nowhere to go. Despite my trepidation, I did my best to stand strong. I wanted to fight back, but knew anyone who did, had never been seen again. I needed to try something different.Its face stopped only inches from mine. It roared again, blowing the stank of its putrid breath over me. Its slobbery tongue licked up the front of my body and face, covering me with its treacly saliva. It opened its mouth again, this time readying itself for the first bite of human flesh.I reactively slapped the creature across its scaly face. “Stop that!” I said firmly. “That is not how you treat a lady.”My words surprised both of us. It closed its mouth and cocked its head. It took a step back.My mind raced. Did it understand my words? Was it just surprised by my painless slap? “Enough!” I added. “I came in peace.”It took another step back, as if dazed.“Look at me?” I said, still dripping from its tongues swipe. I looked into its eyes. For the first time, I saw that while the rest of the creature was grotesque in every way, its eyes were strangely regretful.The creature’s eyes studied my body. It licked its lips hungrily before letting out a low growl, as if confused.It turned, opened the door and left. The door slammed shut and the sound of the bolt lock slid shut. I heard it walk away.I fell onto the floor and let out a deep sigh of relief. What just happened? Why did it stop? Why did it leave? None of it made sense.Hours later I heard it approach again. The door opened and showed its ugly face.Rather than run to the wall, I sat down in the chair, doing my best to hide my sheer trepidation. I crossed my legs, causing my skirt to slide slightly down my long legs.“So, you’re back,” I said. “Try this again?”The creature growled. Drool continued to drip from its fangs. Without warning, it lunged at me.I remained in my chair, unmoved, except to extend my arm. “Stop that!” I said, with the same firm voice I used earlier.It walked around my chair on all fours as if circling its strange prey. It stopped in front of me again, face to face, this time only sniffing. I looked into its eyes. It turned and left as quickly as it arrived, locking the door again behind it.It came a third time, this time with fruit. It was grumpy, but strangely not threatening. It tried to lick my body again.