Heart of Lothar
by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/
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Mar 6, 2009

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This story contains descriptions of an adult nature.  If you are a minor or
person offended by such materials, you should not read further.  This story
does not necessarily reflect any people or practices in the real world, and
should not be taken as reality.

Codes: Mf, rom, cons, anal, oral, a2m, magic, viol

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With a bounce in her step, Scarlet hurried through the forest, keeping
carefully to the main path.  Tossing the hood of her cloak back, she let the
cool autumn air blow over the short red-blonde curls of her hair.  Her empty
basket, having carried the goods that she delivered from her parents to her
uncle in the wood each week, bounced with every step as her feet pranced
down the path with youthful enthusiasm.  A cheerful tune was on her lips as
she hummed, her heart throbbing with excitement.  Lothar! Oh, how her
youthful spirit longed to see him once more.

Quickly turning off the path at the agreed-upon place, she hurried a short
ways into the thicker forest, and there he was.  The skin that fit tightly
over wiry muscle was a reddish bronze, tanned with the outdoors but still
supple.  His long black hair was braided behind his back, a single raven
feather set at the end where a bit of sinew tied the hair in place.  His
eyes were a shade of gold that seemed fitting to a forest creature more than
a human, a peculiarity, but a charming one, in Scarlet's opinion.

She was in his arms in a flash, lifted up off of her dainty feet as his lips
found hers, hers rosy pink as they meshed with the earthy brown of his, a
flurry of wild and sweet kisses between them as the girl's young passions
got the better of her, each kiss punctuated by a light, moist smacking
sound, her body wriggling eagerly against his.

"My little Scarlet." he said in his deep, mellow voice as he set her down,
his dark eyes twinkling with laughter as he began to caress her
strawberry-blonde hair.  With happy footsteps they hurried off deeper into
the forest, to the hidden place sheltered under the branches of honeysuckle
that in spring filled the air with their sweet scent.  Thinking on that
scent brought back Scarlet's memories of their first times there, when she'd
talked to this strangely alluring man, come to feel for him, and in time,
come to share her body with him, too...  as they planned to today.

Her eager little hands went right to unlacing those deerskin pants, finding
the thing she treasured there.  It took but little coaxing from the girl for
Lothar's shaft to stand like iron pillar, her small hands stroking up and
down tentatively as she gazed upon it with fascinated adoration.  Soon, her
soft pink lips touched its tip, tongue toying at the edge of his foreskin as
her soft brown eyes gazed up at him for approval.  He nodded and petted her
head, and with that the girl's mouth was open hungrily, taking in what
length of his cock that she could to suckle, though engulfing its entirety
still escaped her.  Each lick and suckle of her soft, sweet mouth made him
sigh in pleasure despite that, running his fingers through her hair as his
amber eyes lidded.

Sliding his cock from between Scarlet's soft, pink lips, Lothar crouched
down to kiss her mouth with heated passion, his tongue meeting hers in the
way he had taught her, and her little body arched up towards him, her
slender arms going around his neck to cling to him.  Soon, his lips parted
from hers to glide downwards along her throat, and his hot breath flowed
over the little curves of her budding bosom. Finding her nipple, his lips
grabbed it deftly as a soft mew escaped her in response.  His hands stroked
up and down her back, gliding down to her buttocks and making her clench them
teasingly as he massaged them, excitement burning through his body as he
savored her unmarred young skin.

Guiding her to her knees, Lothar produced the small container of buttery
grease he customarily brought with him, handing it to Scarlet with a nod. 
She beamed as she took it, knowing its purpose from experience and dabbing
her fingers in the grease to begin rubbing it over it his long, thick cock. 
"Oh, Lothar..." she breathed, gazing at his shaft as she rubbed it, a
responsive throb making it twitch as he grinned down at her.  "Lothar, I
love you!  Please put it in me!" she moaned, trembling eagerly as she made
sure every bit of his cock was well-lubed.

"You are ready, my dear Scarlet?" he inquired, receiving an affirmative nod
from the eager girl.  Embracing her, he kissed her lips softly and then
turned her to face away from him, his hands caressing her little bosom
before guiding his shaft between her buns, making her tense involuntarily
for a moment before she let out a long breath, relaxing in his grip as much
as she could, though her eyes glittered with anticipation.

She remembered Lothar's teaching as her heart raced, how he'd told her that
this was the way they would make love until such time as she was ready to
bear his child.  The mere thought of bearing for him had made her mind reel
with churning emotions at the time, but now the thought shone in her mind as
a beacon to be attained.  She felt she would always enjoy the way he'd shown
her, though, and she was delighted to enjoy this form of union with him. 
Even if it had seemed odd at first, it still sent forbidden thrills through
her every time they did it...  the thought of her beloved Lothar's cock
filling her _there_ making her heart race.  Preparing herself, she turned to
look over her shoulder with a smile and a whisper of, "Do it, Lothar!  Fill
me...  please fill me."

He grinned and murmured "Of course, my little one...", shifting against her,
and Scarlet's whole body trembled as she felt the tip of his cock touch
against the little puckered star of her anus, her young heart throbbing with
passions that she barely understood, craving to have this man inside her, to
know that he was pleased with her.  His powerful arms went around her, and
slowly his shaft began to press into her, sliding smoothly into her bowels
as her trembling body opened to him.  She was tight, very tight, but he'd
taught her carefully, gradually training her to fit him until she craved for
it like nothing else.  Her young body clasped tight around her older lover's
cock, as if wishing never to let him go.

"Oh, Lothar... yes, please fill me!" she cried out, pressing her bottom back
towards him to meet his inward thrust.  "So good...  oh, so good!" Her tiny
anus gave an involuntary squeeze of excitement around that thick, welcome
invader, exacting another mew from Scarlet's lips at the sensation.  Even
when this lovemaking became a little painful, still she craved for it,
craved to know that he was inside her, that she gave him pleasure.  "Love
you..." she whimpered, squeezing him deliberately this time as he nuzzled
into her strawberry blonde locks.

"Yes, my love..." breathed Lothar in response as he gripped the girl's
beautiful little body in his strong arms, the exquisite sensation of her
tight bowels forming a sheath around his mighty cock sending a shiver of
delight up his spine.  He continued to slide into her tiny hole to the hilt,
his fingers gliding to Scarlet's young flower to caress it rewardingly,
making her mew again with the sensation as she arched back against him.

Scarlet shuddered as his big, rough finger began to caress her little virgin
pussy, finding her clit and stroking it carefully, adding dizzying pleasures
to the sensations already felt from the big, thick cock that was gliding
back and forth in her bowels at a faster and faster pace as their passions
rose.  The budding girl pressed back against her lover's hips as he thrust
deep into her, her moans of pleasure music to his ears as his other hand
cupped one small breast, stroking it with his strong woodsman's hands.

"Oh, Lothar... it's so big inside me..." the little strawberry blonde
marveled with a slight blush, not for the first time, as her lover's
thickly-veined cock drove deep into her bowels.  Her little fingers curved
against the bark of the tree, her back arching as she let out a soft cry,
her eyes lidding, plush lips parted.  His fingers were still stroking her,
driving her wild, until the pleasure exploded through her, her sweet voice
raised in delight as she cried out to her lover, his thick shaft still
pumping vigorously in and out of her tiny hole.

Tossing his head back, Lothar let out a cry of ecstasy as Scarlet's little
anus massaged his cock, causing the pleasure of climax to flow over him. 
His shaft throbbed mightily, shooting jet after jet of his copious load into
the girl's skintight anal passage, filling her with his hot, virile seed. 
His conscious mind knew that seed would not take root there, but the animal
in him did not care, filled with the satisfaction of having filled his
beautiful little mate with that fertile goo.  He remained in her for a
while, holding her tight in his strong arms as his climax calmed to a warm
buzz of pleasure throughout his fit body.

Slowly drawing out of his young lover's anus, Lothar stood and leaned back
against the tree, his eyes lidded with pleasure, a pearl of cum at the tip
of his shaft, and in an instant Scarlet's soft young lips were there,
swallowing the morsel before accepting his cock once more into her warm
mouth.  The taste at first was somewhat bitter and brought a bright blush to
her cheeks, but she suckled his great cock eagerly, knowing it pleased him,
desperately needing his approval, his affection.

That approval came, his voice speaking low with pleasure, "That's a good
girl." as his hand caressed her strawberry locks, fingers toying with her
curls as they passed behind her ear.  Looking up at him with an impish grin,
Scarlet caressed his thigh, then brought her plush lips to the tip of his
cock once more to give it an eager kiss, unable to resist adding a second
one after the first.  Slowly rising from her kneeling position, she placed
kisses on his toned stomach, working her way up to his chest before throwing
her arms around him and beaming up at his rugged face.

Gazing back down at her with a small smile, Lothar caressed the girl's hair
and back, a warm sigh escaping him as he savored her for a little while,
the two of them stroking, caressing as they cuddled close in the shelter of
the forest.

"You'd best get home before you are missed." he murmured finally, caressing
Scarlet's hair before lifting her for a long, lingering kiss, his hand
caressing over her bottom before handing her clothes back to her.  "We will
meet again soon."

Scarlet sighed as she dressed once more, wrapping the warm cloak around her
body and pulling the hood over her head, then with an impish grin dashed
forwards to kiss Lothar's chest again, three times before hurrying off to
the path and the way homeward once more, casting a glance back over her
shoulder once to see the tall, bronzed man smiling back at her as she went.

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Scarlet continued her routine of seeing her beloved Lothar to share in those
pleasures and delights in secret after visiting her uncle, a skip in her
step, her eyes bright as she hurried to meet him.  The days passed, the reds
of autumn growing brilliant in the forest, and Scarlet danced among the
falling leaves on the way to see Lothar, to speak with him, to make love
with him.

Then came that fateful day.  Skipping down the path through the wood,
Scarlet was on the way to see Lothar after visiting her uncle, when she
heard the voices up ahead on the path.  Rough, male voices, which she
recognized vaguely as those of a couple of hunters who lived on the edge of
the town.

"Got the bastard now... don't let him get away!" growled one in his gruff
tones, the other responding with a coarse laugh.

Scarlet paused, then move forward at a slower pace, her wide eyes curious, a
little apprehensive.

"Now!" roared the other man, and suddenly the sounds of a scuffle broke out,
the two men grunting, along with the savage threats of a cornered animal,
snarling and growling, the sound reminding Scarlet of an unfriendly stray
dog who sometimes skulked for food near her family's hut.

Unable to restrain herself, Scarlet ran ahead, to see what was happening.
There, before her, the two hunters were grappling with a massive black wolf,
the creature snarling and growling as the hunters beat it away with their
staves, sweat streaming down their brows.

Halting with a gasp, her heart clenching with fear, Scarlet backed away with
a low squeal of distress, and the two men and the wolf all paused to glance
in her direction.

Scarlet's eyes met with the wolf's.  Amber eyes, feral gold seemed to bore
into her, reaching to the core of her heart.

Then one of the hunters, taking advantage of the distraction, kicked the
beast with his heavy-booted foot, knocking it away while his partner jumped
back to set an arrow in his bow.

Letting out a piercing shriek of anguish, Scarlet ran forwards, wailing,
"Nooooo! Don't hurt him!  Don't hurt hiiiim!" She barely understood why,
after all, she'd been warned what a dangerous, wicked creature a wolf was
supposed to be by her parents, but with tears streaming down her cheeks, she
rushed on the huntsman who held the bow, ramming him with her elbow as she
threw the force of her slight but well-toned frame against him.

"You stupid brat!" the man roared, his bearded face contorting in anger as
his bow fell to the ground, "Taking the side of that villainous monster!" He
raised his fist to strike her, but the other man grabbed his arm.

"Let's not mar the lass, Jaren.  Surely you've seen how she's been blooming?
All the lads in town have eyes for her.  Why don't we have a little fun?"
His face spread in a wicked grin, his hands reaching out to seize Scarlet's
shoulders as she shrank away in fear, confusion.  She was a trusting girl,
but the actions of these men frightened her.

Chuckling, the other man joined in, tossing back the hood of Scarlet's cloak
to leer upon her smooth young face, his big finger prodding her full lower
lip, causing Scarlet to whimper, to squirm against the too-strong grip of
the man holding her.

He was leaning in to kiss her mouth as she tried to turn away when suddenly
his face froze in a mask of pain as fangs sunk into him from behind, his
hands dropping Scarlet to the dusty path as the dazed wolf regained itself
and mounted a furious attack.  The creature was berserk, far more vicious
than before as his flurry of raging fangs and claws tore into the hunters. 
Whimpering, Scarlet crawled off to hide behind the trees, covering her face
in her hands and sobbing, not daring to look.

When the noise ended and the wolf's silent steps brought him before her, she
looked into those wild golden eyes once more, and she froze, but she felt in
that gaze something that called to her, something apologetic for what had
happened.  And when the wolf cocked his head and began to run off into the
forest, Scarlet found herself running after him, all thoughts blurred from
her reeling mind as she followed until she felt she could follow no more,
dropping to the soft dry leaves of the forest floor, her eyes closing in
exhaustion.

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The mid-morning light filtered gently through the flap of the leaf-shaded
tent upon Scarlet's tousled hair as she stirred in wakefulness, stretching
as she felt her bare back press to firm, warm skin.  She wondered if the
hour before she had collapsed had been but a dream as she turned and ran her
fingers over the chest she knew so well, drinking in Lothar's form below
her, lit by the brilliant dawn.  She didn't quite understand how she had
ended up here with her love, but he was the most welcome sight she could
have hoped for after her ordeal.  Shuddering slightly she gazed down at him,
caressing him gently, and then with an impish smile as he began to stir, she
slid down, finding his morning erection and wrapping her little hand around
it, directing it between her plush lips and licking slightly.

Stirring more, Lothar raised his head and with a smile placed his hand
gently on top of Scarlet's head.  She gazed up at him, her soft lips wrapped
around the head of his cock, and his eyes met hers.

His deep, golden eyes.

And she knew, shuddering slightly, but taking closer hold to him as she
began to suckle more strongly, letting out a soft "mmmmm" around his shaft
as she licked and sucked.  His cock grew harder in her mouth as he caressed
her hair, and she dipped lower, carefully suppressing her gag to let him
deeper into her mouth in the way she'd learned that he liked.

She suckled him a little longer, and then their eyes met again, wordless
agreement passing there, and the blossoming strawberry blonde let her rosy,
silken lips slowly glide up the hardened, bronze-skinned pillar of her
lover's cock until he was out of her mouth once more.

He handed her the container of grease, and she began to lube his shaft, her
little pussy growing wet with anticipation even though it would not be where
that thick, veiny cock would enter her.  "I love you, Lothar..." she
whispered to him as her little hands slid up and down his cock, almost
reverently, her greenish eyes alight with anticipation.

Rising into a sitting position, Lothar lifted Scarlet into his lap, letting
her back press to his strong chest as the tip of his cock gently probed at
her rear, seeking for her tight, young, pink anus.  Pressing against the
tiny dimple of folded skin, he slowly began to enter her, the tight ring
giving slight protest still, though she had grown accustomed to being taken
this way.

Letting out a sigh of pleasure at the sensation of his cock sinking into
that tight hole, his young lover eager to please him, Lothar kissed Scarlet
softly behind her ear, his hand cupping and stroking her barely-blossomed
pussy as their bodies ground together sensually.  Scarlet's soft mewls of
pleasure mingled with Lothar's deeper moans as penis and anus caressed each
other in skintight union, the grease upon his shaft aiding each slide. 
Scarlet bounced slightly in his lap, tossing her curly-haired head back and
gazing up at him, their lips met, lingered on each other, bodies blissfully
joined.

Scarlet's heart raced as Lothar's fingers played over her nether lips,
lightly touching her clit, teasing and pleasuring her with his hand, the
other stroking her small, rounded breasts as his hungry thrusts into her
tight bottom bounced her slightly in his lap.  Soon she was crying out, her
little pussy soaking wet as her climax rushed through her, the fluttering of
it making her tiny anus clench around Lothar's cock, squeezing, coaxing,
milking him as she swam in pleasure.

It wasn't long before the ecstasy overtook Lothar and he, too, cried out in
the little tent, his head tossed back as his cock throbbed mightily in young
Scarlet's tiny anus, spewing great jets of his hot seed deep into her bowels
as pleasure coursed up his spine, his strong arms holding his little love
tight against his chest.

They remained joined for a while, their breathing calming as they snuggled
close in bliss, and then he slowly lifted the girl off of his lap, and with
a beaming smile she turned to him and began to lick his cock reverently,
opening her soft lips to draw him in and suck him clean, one small hand
caressing his lower stomach as her head bobbed up and down along his shaft.

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Afterward, Lothar prepared breakfast for them, and they talked quietly
while they ate, Scarlet snuggled close at the older man's side.

"I must leave after this, you know." he said with a sigh, "The villagers
will not accept my presence now.  You must go home and forget about me..."

Scarlet's eyes began to well with tears as she clutched tight to him.

"...or, you must forget about everything else and come with me."

There was no question in Scarlet's heart as she clung close to Lothar,
kissing his chest and nuzzling up against him before beaming up at him.  "I
love you, Lothar.  I couldn't ever forget you... even after yesterday.  You
saved me."

A strong hand began to caress through Scarlet's hair, Lothar's amber eyes
closing as he held the tight young girl close against his chest, rocking her
gently back and forth and kissing her forehead, then finding her lips with
his own.  The kiss seemed to Scarlet to linger forever as she clung to him,
her little bosom pressed to his solid, bronzed chest, and she knew that she
would follow him, wherever he went.

Beautiful young Scarlet was never again seen in the village of her birth,
and some folk there say that she was devoured by the wolf which had attacked
the two hunters, to explain why she never was found.  Soon, most believed
the tale, and tearfully accepted their sweet blossom as dead.

Others, though, more romantically minded, preferred to believe that some
valiant prince or knight had whisked her from danger, to carry her far from
such a small, remote village to live a joyous life beyond the forest.

When, many years later, a youth with amber eyes passed through that town and
heard the local legend from one of the old storytellers, he only smiled,
mysteriously.

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