A fairytale

Hey guys!
Here is a little thing that I've been working on a while. This actually happened a coupple of years ago. True story! And, please read and review. I would like to know what you think of the writing. And if you have any questions I will gladly answer them. PS! This story has not been betad. Enjoy!!
There will be an explanation of some of the words in the end of the story.


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It had been a beautiful day. The sun had been shining brightly on the sky; it made the last months weather look like some black and white movie. I couldn’t stay inside in such weather. So I put on enough clothes to take a long walk in the forest. I had no plan, I didn’t know where I was going; I just wanted to see as much nature as I possibly could.

It was still February, but I had a strong feeling of spring. That was very unrealistic, but I just couldn’t help it. It was even ten degrees Celsius (which was very much for February in Norway), so when the birds started singing I was completely lost in an illusion. But I had to realise that it was only an illusion, and every illusion has an end. But that wasn’t stopping me in a moment like this.

I walked around a small fresh-water lake which was covered in ice. From time to time I heard a strange noise coming from the lake. I expected it to be the ice starting to melt because of the temperature change. But it was quite funny to listen to. It almost sounded like someone lived under the ice; a whale or something.

After a while the sun started to disappear behind the tree tops, and the sky started to change its colour. Everything from red to green. The trees the sun had disappeared behind turned all black. It was so beautiful! I was standing on a small mountain, people used to jump from the edge and into the water at summer. Now there was only ice. While I stood there, looking at the majestic Norwegian nature; I got the feeling of being in an Asbjørnsen and Moe fairytale.

It had started to get so dark, that I had troubles seeing where I was walking. But still, I had managed to find the deepest and darkest part of the forest. That was the place where the oldest trees stood. I just stood there, staring at my surroundings. It was like there lay a thin haze down there. And I couldn’t see more that a few meters in front of me.

I could imagine Tusser and Trolls dancing around me. A little further away I could see Huldra lure a young man deeper into the forest with her. He was completely spellbound by her. She blinked at me and smiled satisfied. Well, someone’s getting lucky tonight, I though.

I turned around to look once again at the lake. The haze looked thicker around the lake, but I could still just dimly see a naked shape sitting on a rock in the water. It was Nokken playing the most beautiful tunes on his fiddle. He looked at me for a few seconds, and then he closed his eyes and continued to concentrate on his music. How seductive, I thought.

A moment later I heard a branch break further in to the forest. I have to admit that it scared me quite a lot. I stood my ground to listen for a little while before I decided it was just an animal. But I stopped pretty fast when I heard steps behind me.

I turned around, paralysed with terror, to see a man standing some meters away from me. This was not my imagination like it had been with Huldra and Nøkken. This was a real man, who actually came right at me. I was so afraid that I couldn’t make a single sound. I couldn’t think, the only thing I could do was to close my eyes and back straight in to a large tree behind me. Not very heroic, but that’s what I did.

When I opened my eyes I saw a familiar face in front of me. “Olav… I…” I stuttered confused. Olav didn’t look like he had noticed me saying anything at all. He was very busy with opening my jacket. “What are you…?” I started, but was stopped by a brutal kiss. Now I was really in shock. Olav had been my teacher for many years thru high school. Not only was he my former teacher, but he was twenty years older than me. And now he stood here tearing off my clothes while kissing me.

My brain was completely lost after the shock, but my body was obviously updated. My knickers were already quite wet. I wanted to do something, but my body was pretty hard to mobilize at the moment. I just stood there holding the tree as hard as I possibly could. Olav on the other hand had just got a hand inside my knickers. And to my great despair, my voice had started working again.

“Did you miss me Miss Olsen?” he groaned in my ear. Oh, how I loved his voice! That deep male voice of his. He could have said anything to me, and I would have surrendered myself to him right then and there. But it wasn’t just his voice; it was his hands, his eyes and his hairy body. He was so creepy in many ways, but that is what turned me on about him. He just made me go crazy.

He unbuttoned his jeans, lifted me up on his hips and pushed me down on his huge manhood. I screamed like I had never done before. He was perhaps a little too big for me, but he didn’t seem to mind. He trusted harder and harder while he was biting my neck.

I was far away in dreamland, the feeling was enormous. It was almost like a fairytale; I was the young virgin walking in the forest, and he was Dovregubben seeing his chance to seduce a young woman. Because that’s what I was; a young woman compared to him.

Suddenly he pushed me down on the ground and lay down on top of me. He just laid there staring at me while he pushed two fingers in my butt. No one had ever done that to me before, but I loved it. I didn’t care where he put that huge dick of his, as long as he put it in me; quickly. I twisted in pleasure. “Do it,” I gasped. “Take me!”

He looked slightly confused at me as I said this, but I didn’t have to ask him twice. And sure enough I felt his huge member push its way thru my butt. And now I regretted to have begged him to fuck me. “Olav, wait,” I moaned with tears in my eyes. “You’re too big.” But he didn’t stop; he just smiled and continued to push his way in. And when he finally reached all the way in, it felt a lot better.

He just lay on top of me, kissing me while he slowly pushed in and out. But he quickened his trusting as I whispered in his ear to fuck me harder. He went totally mad, fucking me like a wild man. My screams sounded all around us. Someone must have heard them.

He calmed down again and kissed me for a long time. I opened my eyes and looked at him. “Nice guys don’t kiss like that,” I whispered. “Who says I’m a nice guy?” he snarled and turned me around on doggy style. “I thought you were one of those faithful dogs,” I said playfully. He growled angrily behind me and drove his dick into me. With one hand he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Just then I felt a fermiliar feeling flowing over me. When I finally came back to my senses Olav was fucking me harder than ever. It was so good it almost started to hurt.

“I’m sorry? What did you say?” he hissed annoyed. I squealed like a pig in front of the butcher. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt just as helpless and small as I did when he was my teacher. He was definitely no nice guy.

I couldn’t do this anymore; it was too much. He was going to kill me if he kept on like this. But it would be difficult to give him a message through my screaming. The first thing that came to my mind was the name of the monster behind me. So I screamed his name, and he actually slowed down and eventually stopped. He turned me around and looked at me with a demanding question in his eyes.

“You have to stop; I can’t do this anymore,” I moaned tired. He looked at me for a little while. “So, am I still a nice guy?” he asked with a hoarse voice. I really wanted to say that he was, but I had taken enough beating. I had lost the battle. So I shock my head. “You’re not, I promise.” He smiled satisfied and kissed me. We were suddenly interrupted by the lights of a flashlight, from deeper in the forest. “I think it is about time we get our clothes back on,” Olav whispered.

About five minutes later we met the police on one of the tracks. They owned the flashlight we had seen. They had got a call from someone who had heard screams from the forest. So, they wondered if we had heard something. But, unfortunetly we hadn’t.

We were holding hands while we walked thru the many tracks in the forest. Now and then we stopped to make out against a big oak. I almost felt safe even though it wasn’t a nice guy who was holding my hand.

We stopped by a clearing and he kissed me again. “Are you coming home with me?” he asked calm as he looked at me with a couple of seducing eyes. I looked sceptically at him. “Do I dare?” I asked. “Are you afraid I’ll give you a math lesson?” he laughed darkly. My God! That voice! I got chills all over my body. But would I really dare to do this? He could be planning to kill me some time during the night.

“I promise to be nice,” he said grinning. “Just you and me.” I looked at him for a long time. “Alright, if you promise,” I said carefully. “Oh, I promise,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.






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Explanation of the Norwegian terms:

Asbjornsen and Moe: The two men that has written all the Norwegian fairytales.
Tusser: A kind of troll, but very small. And they are not mean and dangerous; they just play around in the forest.
Troll: Suppose you get that one your self. But there are many different types of trolls. There are big ones and there are small ones. Mean ones and nice ones…
Nokken: A beautiful young (or old) man that lives in the water. He plays the violin to lure the young boys and girls to him. The legend says he sits on a stone by the water, naked, and plays the violin.
Huldra: She is a beautiful lady who lives in the forest. She is the lady of the forest. In the old days young boys and men were warned not to follow her if they ever met her. They were to close theyr eyes, because she wasn’t really that pretty as you would think. She had a tale, a troll tale. And if you followed her you would never be able to get back.
Dovregubben: The king of the Norwegian forest, and of the trolls. He lives deep down in the belly of the biggest mountains in Norway called: Dovre fjellet. Dovregubben means the old man in the mountain.

If anyone has a problem imagining what I have been writing of any of the "forest-creatures", you can search on Google for the name Theodor Kittelsen. He is the person who has illustrated the books of Asbjornsen and Moe. Or I suppose you could just search on the words or names...