My attempt to catch up with F and G. It wants to be a bigger story and I may when listen to it. *Warning for forced sexual contact*
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Through the woods…
“Hansel?”
They’d entered the woods together, him directly in front of her as they’d started their trek to maman‘s. Somehow, Gretel lost him as things had grown hazy. He’d been just ahead when they’d approached the fork. She’d gone to the left because that’s what she’d remembered was the way to the cottage. Right?
“Hansel?” Her voice echoed for a moment before the trees snatched the sound away.
Pulling her cloak tight around her body, she picked up her pace. Gretel was sure she’d gone the right way. They’d walked this path every weekend for nineteen years, this had to be right. The trees looked vaguely familiar as she raced down the narrow path. It should wind for three more miles and her maman’s cottage would be just around the bend. The sudden darkness had her running, her basket bouncing hard against her side as she moved.
“Gretel? Gretel, are you there?”
Hansel’s voice behind her had her whirling around. A mistake in the darkness as she tripped over a branch and tumbled to the ground.
“Hansel?” Her voice trembled as she searched in the darkness for him. “I’m here.”
One howl, and then another, sounded close to where she lay sprawled. The noises made her shiver. Scrambling to her feet, Gretel raced forward again, desperate to get to safety. She dropped her basket in her haste.
The path grew before her, totally unrecognizable now. Long branches seemed to reach out and grab at her. They snatched at her cloak, her hair, and her skin. She tried to keep her cloak clasped to her, but lost it to the trees. Left in her old dress, she kept going until finally she broke into a clearing.
“Gretel.”
The wind carried so many noises to her ears. She glanced back at the whisper of her name. Shivering, she hugged her arms beneath her breasts as a chill sent goosebumps along her skin and tightened her nipples. She heard her name again, this time in front of her.
“Who’s there?” It was too dark to see anything. No moon and no stars to offer her any light. “Who-“
She bumped into something. Turning, she realized she’d found her maman’s cottage. Relief made her sag, relieving some of the fear that made her heart thunder. Going to the door, Gretel hurried inside. Leaning back against the closed portal, she breathed a sigh and slid to the dusty floor.
The house was quiet and lit with a single candle by the door. It smelled like bread, the smell weaving around her to chase away the rest of her fear. Her stomach growled and she remembered they hadn’t eaten before they’d set off. Maman’s bread was always delicious and Gretel knew she wouldn’t mind if she had some.
Rising on shaky legs, Gretel grabbed the candle and made her way toward the smell. It was dustier than normal. Maman was usually conscientious about cleanliness. Perhaps things had declined of late and she needed help.
Approaching the table, she saw the loaf of bread. Her stomach growled again. Sitting the candle down, she reached for the knife to cut a hunk to eat. The rich smell filled her nose as she took a big bite.
“Nobody likes a thief.” A deep voice spoke directly behind her.
Gretel nearly chocked on the piece she’d started to swallow. Before she could move, someone was behind her, grasping her neck and pushing her face into the table. She turned her head so her cheek slammed into the wood instead of her nose. Thighs pressed into the back of hers, the back of the chair she’d stood in front of pining her in place. The candle was blown out, preventing her from seeing who held her. Bracing her hands on the tabletop, she tried to push up. He squeezed the back of her neck, stilling her movement.
“Where’s… who are you?”
All she heard was her own frantic breathing. He was a statue behind her, holding her in place but not speaking.
“Please. I’ve lost my brother in the woods. I thought this was my maman’s cottage.”
He didn’t seem to hear or care about her explanation. Her breath stalled in her throat as he leaned over her. His body pressed her down into the tabletop, his face buried in hair. She heard each deep breath as he seemed to take in her scent. Gretel tried to stay still as he breathed her in, his chest vibrating along her back. It took her a moment to realize he was purring.
“Pretty little thief.” His hand went to her thigh and she felt air on her calf. “You smell real nice.”
“Wait!”
She tried to scrabble forward as more air flowed up her thigh. He held her fast, pulling her skirt all the way up until her ass was exposed. A calloused hand stroked the back of her thigh, her hip, and then her inner thigh. Gretel’s struggles did nothing to buck him off. If anything, she felt how much they excited him, his cock thick in his rough britches as he rocked into her bare ass.
“I didn’t mean to take your bread. I thought…”
He kicked her legs apart before he traced his hands all the way up her thigh to cup her cunt. The heel of his palm ground into her clit as he parted her labia and thrust two fingers inside.
“Do you taste sweet, little thief, like candy?”
She stared off into the darkness, sucking her lips between her teeth to keep from crying out. He touched her like he knew her body and worked to draw her cream out. He placed his cheek on hers, letting her feel the rub of his beard on her skin as he brought her to life.
“I think you’ll come for me, won’t you?”
The words to deny him were on her tongue, but the wouldn’t leave her mouth. Not when her body was wound so tight, not when the tingle she felt when she touched herself was there. He chuckled, curling his fingers to hit a spot that made her toes curl. She exploded, trying to arch but caught by his body pressing her down.
She barely heard him, but she felt him as he inched into her body. Some of her wetness eased his way, but she couldn’t hold back her moan as he forced himself inside her body.
“You’ve stolen your pleasure, now I’ll steal mine.”
He kissed her cheek before he rose up behind her. Gretel’s breath was driven from her as he fucked her into the table. Her world narrowed down to the point where they connected. She was lost in the darkness, overwhelmed by too many sensations.
His fingers returned to rub at her clit. “Don’t worry, little thief, I’ll be taking care of you from now on.”