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Ravenloft: Adam: Is this...Love?	By : Manofevil Category: M through R > Ravenloft Views: 1279 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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About ten minutes later, Inga woke with a shiver. She sat bolt upright with a gasp, trying to remember what had happened. She had been following the mob her father had stirred up, hoping to find Karl and hide him before they got their hands on him.... She fell through the ice… Someone had called out to her... and now she was here... and NAKED! Inga crossed her arms over her breasts and shivered, looking around terrifiedly again. This wasn't the first time she'd ever woken up naked in a strange bed, of course. The nature of her... life assured that, but she almost always remembered falling asleep in that bed, and with whom. She looked around more carefully. She was on a bed in a wooden building with a crackling fire. It was dark with the only light being the deep red from the fire. Her clothing was hung to dry. Wet from the stream, she remembered. She shifted and placed her feet on the floor. A wooden floor, she noticed. She stood up and then noticed the other clothes hanging across the room: a man's clothes, huge by the size of them. Inga froze stock still in fear
This man, whoever he was, could have brought her here for only one reason. Inga's hands flew to her mouth to stifle a sob and collapsed back onto the bunk, hanging her head. Why did it always come down to this? Would there never be anything else to her life? Her father, her brothers, the neighbors, even total strangers, she had been made to lay with all of them. She didn't hate it really. In fact, she had come to enjoy it, but was there nothing else for her? Like all girls, she had grown up on stories of beautiful maidens swept off their feet by handsome heroes who took them away to live in their fine houses and lived happily ever after. Would her hero never come?
"He probably would," she thought bitterly, "He'd come a gallon into her womb then pay her father and race off to where ever he had come from."
She didn't know exactly when she had begun to weep. She always wept very quietly. It actually sounded like heavy uneven breathing. She'd learned a long time ago how to weep quietly. Men enjoyed shrieks of pleasure but were sickened by wails of sorrow. Her father's beatings had taught her long ago to keep her sorrow to herself.
Her fear eventually gave way to resignation and she stood up to go have a look at the man who she was certain would be bedding her next. She crept quietly around the curtains formed by their hanging clothes and went to the foot of his bed. Her eyes widened. She gasped loudly and covered her mouth to keep from screaming. She'd heard stories about this creature all her life: the patchwork giant, the living corpse, the monster of the ice. The most feared creature in all Lamordia. It lived on the islands across the bay and crossed the ice-choked harbor to the mainland to feed on living human flesh. Her father told her that it preferred the taste of babies and small children. It would catch them or steal them and tear the flesh from their bones with its teeth while they, still alive, shrieked in agony. And that was just one of the tales she'd heard.
Inga collapsed to her knees in shock. A cracking log in the fire suddenly drew her attention. She noticed her clothes hung to dry. Suddenly she was struck by inspiration. The monster was sleeping. If she could dress quietly enough and slip out of the cabin, she might escape! She slipped quietly over to her clothing and almost cried out in horror as she discovered they were still soaking wet. She knew she couldn't go out on a night like this wearing wet clothes. She'd die before she'd gone a half-mile. It had almost happened to her once when she was very young. She'd fallen through the ice in the bay and tried to get home but passed out before she could get there. Her father found her in the snow and managed to get her home and warm in time. He told her how her lips had been blue with cold and her skin pale as ice. She still had nightmares about it to this day.
Inga sat back down on her bed and buried her face in her hands. She was caught not just between two terrible fates but between the two things she had always feared most. What was she to do? Suddenly it occurred to her- If the creature continued to sleep long enough for her clothing to dry....
Inga lay back down on the bed and tried to breathe very, very quietly.

Adam awoke from his nap and reached up to his shirt. It was still wet. He got up and quietly piled a few more logs on the fire and suddenly discovered he was thirsty. Getting something to drink would be no problem. He'd drunk more than enough melted snow in his life. He only hoped he didn't wake the woman up when he opened the door. The last thing he wanted was to have to listen to some terrified female shrieking in horror. He got up and went to the cedar chest and got the small soup kettle. He lifted it and walked quietly to the door. He leaned against it to judge the wind. It was howling fiercely but not terribly loudly. He carefully unbarred and opened to door a crack. The wind blasted him harshly in the face. Even he felt the cold. The snow had piled up to his waste outside the door and was still falling. By morning they could easily need to dig themselves out. Well he'd consider that when his clothing was dry. He scooped up a kettle full of snow, closed the door, and barred it again. He turned quietly around and looked at the woman. She was still sleeping peacefully so he carried the kettle to the fire and set it down right next to it. He really didn't want to boil the water, merely melt the snow, so he left it there and went back to the chest to see if there was anything that he could use as a mug. He decided to dump the contents of the tinderbox into the pan and use the empty box for a mug. As he went to the fireplace and sat waiting for the snow to melt, he again studied the woman. She was just a shadowy shape now, barely lit by the firelight. Was she like Hilda Karlfeldt or Elise Mordenheim? Was she like Little Eva or Little Merilee? Would he ever know? -So very near, and yet as distant as the stars. It didn't pay to think about it. He drained a box full of water from the kettle and drank it. What did he care anyway? He returned to his bunk and went back to sleep.

Inga's had felt her heart stop the minute the monster sat up.
"Is this the moment?" she wondered, "Is he going to try to eat me?"
Her nerves had nearly betrayed her when he stood up. It took every ounce of courage she could muster to feign sleep while he was up and about.
"Don't look this way," She pleaded silently, "Please don't look this way." Her brothers, when they came home, were less likely to fuck her if she stayed out of their way. She avoided them because they were always so rough and often made her do foul things like drinking their piss. She'd come to like sex but she hated many things that often came with it. She'd all but pissed herself when the giant was staring at her. She could almost feel his teeth on her flesh. It took a while for her to realize she was still alive when the giant went back to bed. She felt herself breathing again and her heart beating. She still might survive. She reached up to her dress and all but wept when she discovered it was still wet. Any ideas she had about taking her chances in the snow had disappeared the moment the giant had opened the door. As cold as it was, she'd need all the clothing she had to escape when the time came, but would she survive the giant waking again? Even if the giant was saving her for something, she didn't think she could deal with it again. She bit deeply into her mattress tic and began to weep again until she fell into an exhausted sleep.

The giant stood over her in the deep red glow of the fire, laughing a deep spine-tingling laugh. He smiled showing terrible shark's teeth and an impossibly long tongue, which swished back and forth, its tip sliding here and there between the teeth as if to pick them. Her gaze wandered down his mighty chest and saw his huge phallus standing as hard and erect as one of Drakov the Impaler's stakes. Suddenly, his huge hand reached for her. She couldn't scream. She wanted to scream so badly but she couldn't scream… couldn't move… couldn't breathe…
Inga sat bolt upright and bit her hand to keep from screaming. It was an old thing she'd learned to do long ago to keep her father from beating her when she'd wake up screaming from nightmares. As she regained control of herself and remembered her surroundings, she was even more grateful that she hadn't screamed. The monster would surely have killed her then. She looked over to make sure he was still sleeping. She released a heavy sigh of relief as she saw that he was. Then she froze as she thought she saw him move. Was he watching her? Waiting? Enjoying her terror? She reached up to check her clothing, found they were still wet, and bent over in despair. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. She wasn't sure which she feared more: him eating her or fucking her. What if he planned to enslave her, make her his wife? How many horrible things could he be planning to do to her that she hadn't even thought of yet? She was so terrified. What could she do? What could she DO? She hugged her knees in fear and revulsion. What was she to do?
She wasn't sure how long she sat there before the resignation came over her. She would do what she had always done. She would accept her lot. Why shouldn't this be her fate? She had accepted her father, her brothers, her neighbors, and even the complete strangers her father had sold her to on occasion. Fighting never got her anything but hurt and trying to avoid it only put it off for awhile. Things usually worked out best when she just got it over with. Somehow, she found the courage to stand up. She checked her clothes one last time and began moving forward. Her limbs all shook terribly. Each step needed more and more effort. The wind howled outside the door causing in her a shudder that visited every part of her body. She continued to move forward though she could barely feel her legs. Somehow, she made it to the foot of the monster's bed. She looked at him again. She hadn't noticed before, but his cock was HUGE. Bigger than any she'd ever taken before, though not too much bigger than the biggest she'd ever taken. It wouldn't hurt her. She might even enjoy it... if he didn't eat her. Another shiver ran down her spine and through her legs. She stepped forward and sat down next to the monster's knees. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly to steady herself and reached for the monster's cock. Two things happened simultaneously. Inga's hand began moving up and down the monster's cock and the monster's eyes snapped open. Inga found herself staring straight into the monster's eye. Her entire body went numb. She couldn't move a muscle except for her hand which continued to move as if it had a mind of its own. The monster looked down at her hand and looked back into her eyes.
"What do you think you're doing?" the Monster asked.

The girl's hand kept moving, but Adam suspected from the look on her face, that every other part of her had stopped cold.
He asked again.
"What are you doing?"
"Isn't this... what you want?" the girl managed to stammer.
Adam paused.
"What?" He asked.
The girl began to gush.
"I know who you are. You're the monster of the ice. You eat people but you haven't eaten me and I know why- You want to poke me well I'll let you I'll like it even just please don't eat me. Please, please don't eat me I'll OOOh...” The girl gasped and whimpered when Adams hand stopped hers... though he knew full well that she wasn't in any pain. Her reaction was pure fear. They always feared him. It made him sick really. The bears, the wolves, even the deer, none of them ran at the sight of him, but there wasn't a person alive who didn't. It infuriated him. They'd scream. They'd flee. They'd get weapons and attack. It never failed to enrage him. The only exceptions had been his friends, Hilda Von Karlsfeld and Friedrich Kreutzer. Adam could all but smell the fear coming off this girl. He’d seen it the minute she'd stepped out from behind her hanging clothes. He'd feigned sleep to keep from frightening her. He really didn't like it when women started screaming. Now her eyes were as big as eggs. Her body was stock still. The only part of her moving was her lower lip. She seemed so ... frail. Adam released her hand.
"Go back to your bed," Adam ordered.
The girl was aghast.
"What?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
"Go back to your bed. I don't eat people. That's a lie told by fools. And I want nothing from you that you wouldn't freely give me. When your clothes are dry, you may feel free to put them on and go home. I won't stop you. It's what I intend to do when my clothes are dry. Now go on to bed. "
The girl remained frozen, but this time, he could see, from shock.
"Go on," Adam repeated
She remained.
"I mean it. Go on."
Finally the girl stood up and began to walk back to her bunk. The way her steps faltered, Adam thought, a snowflake on her forehead would lay her flat. Adam smiled at the thought and reached up to see if his clothes were still wet. They were, so he rolled over and tried to go back to sleep.

Inga was stunned. She'd been turned away before, certainly, but never like this.
"I want nothing from you that you wouldn't freely give me."
The monster's words echoed in her head.
"I want nothing from you that you wouldn't freely give me."
She couldn't get over it. No one had cared what she wanted or thought since the night her father had come to her bed when she was eight. Every man she had ever known had simply taken what he'd wanted from her and forgotten about her. Her father, her brothers, neighbors, travelers, High-born and low! There had been so many! None of them had EVER bothered with her feelings. EVER!! And now here she was, stranded in a room with the most feared creature in all Lamordia, the monster she'd been taught to fear since the first day she'd understood what fear was, the thing which was blamed for everything from crop failures to people's disappearances...and it turns out to be the only person who cares what she wants... what she wants. Inga almost never thought about what she wanted. She... She... She...Inga looked past her hanging clothes and those of the monster to see the monster lying in his bed.
When your clothes are dry, you may feel free to put them on and go home.
He had even released her. Every other man would have seized her and poked her 'til she screamed herself hoarse. He had... He had... He had...
Inga stood up. She had no idea why she was about to do this but some part of her... desperately... wanted this. For the fourth time that night she walked on unsteady legs around the sodden hanging clothes to the foot of the monster's bed. She again found herself staring at the monster's enormous cock. The monster's eyes snapped open again.
"What is it, now?" The Monster asked with a hint of annoyance.

Adam was becoming annoyed.
"What is it?" he asked again.
Her eyes were wide
"I... want this," she said
"What?" Adam asked, puzzled.
The girl moved forward and sat down on the edge of his bunk and placed her hand again on his penis.
"I want this," she repeated
Now Adam WAS annoyed.
"I told you, you didn't have to MMph-" She cut him off with a deep kiss. Adam pulled back when he felt her tongue. Now HIS eyes were wide. The girls looked in his face and her face seemed to light up in a way Adam had never seen: Her eyebrows raised, her eyes widened, and strangest of all she... smiled.
"You have never been with a woman!" She said, still smiling, “No, of course not, how could you have?" She moved to kiss him again.
Adam pulled back again and this time placed his hand on her chest, squarely in the center. The girl's smile became gentler and her considerably smaller hands rose to his and moved it to her nearest breast. She then began slowly leaning forward toward him.
"Don't be afraid,” she said still smiling," Just let it happen."
Adam was suddenly lost in her smile and suddenly he was kissing her. Stranger still, she was kissing him back. Adam wasn't sure which was more insane.
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