Heart of Lothar by The Tome of Ebon: /~Tome_of_Ebon/ To send feedback, visit the website above. Mar 6, 2009 ====== 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 ====== 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. - 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. - 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. - 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. ======