The Woman Who Took One Too Many

A fictional folk tale By Fern

One upon a time there was a woman who lived near a path next to a forest. One can ask anyone in the towns near the forest, but no one knows how the cabin was built or why the woman decided to live there. The woman lives alone as she tends for the cabin day after day. She was a lovely damsel with curves as graceful as a swan's neck. Her hair shines with a glistening, blonde shine that can be seen from afar like a beacon of beauty. Her face is chiseled with a soft chin with tight, but curvy cheeks. Her eyes have a lucid blue color that any male would lose himself into with the gentleness of a clear lake, and yet the fierceness of a raging waterfall hitting against the rocks!

Her cabin is quite spacious as there are four bedrooms to spare, three of them being for guests. The guest rooms are supplied with a drawer, a Bible, and a pile of hay to sleep in, while her bedroom has a vanity stashed with valuables. A giant bag filled with feathers supplies as her bed, a kind of luxury only the wealthy can seem to afford. She has a wagon outside for her to use for trips to the nearby towns to supply her abode. A stable is next to it with a gallant black horse to carry the wagon. No one knows who built this cabin or how she acquired the horse.

The path she lives by is a popular trail but quite a lengthening one. The two towns that are connected at the end of the paths respectively are about a four-days-walk apart. Therefore, seizing the opportunity in her soft yet firm palms, she opened her small cabin for hospitality to weary travelers. She would take care of them, cook for them, and clean their equipment. More importantly, she would have her way with every male she deems fit enough to embrace her.

She would converse with them over her home-cooked meals as she pretends to laugh, cry, and gasp at their tales of bravery and justice. She would make passing, suggestive glances and winks with those luscious eyelashes that seem to say, "follow me~" Of course, since it was hard to find a woman that was actually well-maintained enough to be as appealing as this damsel, the males would comply. Those who the damsel rejected in her mind would sleep in the guest bedrooms, but the one that was lucky enough to be chosen would sleep with the damsel.

They would make love like it was as fresh as during the days of Adam and Eve. It would be bliss that would seem internal as his bold body would fuck her, embrace her, sniff her. She smells as fresh as the morning dew on a fine, spring day. Yes, the woman would love this ritual of love of hooking men to go sleep with her on the soft bag of feather stuffing while the rejected would toss and turn on piles of hay. They would hardly catch a wink as the squeaking, wooden noise of the couple would be heard throughout the house.

When all was said and done in the morning, the man would usually come down to the woman and ask what he yearns.

"My dear love, would thou let me take your hand in matrimony," the man would plead on one knee.

Unfortunately for the man, her answer would always be the same.

"I'm sorry my love rests here in the forest. I cannot partake in such travels or live in the city due to being so frail."

The man would simply lower his head and comply.

"I understand. Thank you for your... hospitality. I hope thou would remember me always."

"Surely, I shall."

But she does not. Why should she? It is not like they would ever meet again. Sure ones that have made love to her before would come back alone to try to win her over again, but her answer will always be the same.

However as the seasons rolled on, the wondrous ritual of passion began to dull like a used broadsword. She would try to limit her times for pleasure and pick the most masculine of males, but it all starts to seem the same to her. Eventually, the same travelers from days afar would come back and visit again. It was then she realized what is wrong. She remembers those faces! She keeps getting the same men! Oh did it ever pester her when she realized this! Soon she closed shop and never took in passengers again, much to the surprise of her many admirers. She never gave her home to strangers out of kindness, only for lust.

One day as the woman grew weary and bored from the days passing by, she considered finally closing this old cabin and just move far away to another path to find new men to lure in. It would be no problem, she would simply ask the strongest man to help her on this quest. If it was someone she saw before, then she would lie that they will marry. She would simply just abandon him later in a town where a new man will help her. No one can resist her charms anyway. As she was waiting for a strong male to assist her in packing, she saw for the first time a male that she would gasp at the very sight!

The woman felt weak for the first time in her life! Never have she seen much a man make her feel so... feminine and yearning! He looked to be a great warrior traveling alone only in a loincloth and cape of the fur of a bear! No doubt that he took down the bear himself and skinned him as a trophy for him to wear. The top head of the bear rests on his hair, hiding his eyes under the shadow. Oh how much she desired to see his whole face! Nevertheless, she wouldn’t mind just starting at his chiseled biceps all day or his chest that could crush rocks between those square breasts. What a feat that would be!

Oh dear! He's coming this way! She calmed herself down, not wanting to seem desperate.

"My dear traveler! Thou must feel weary! Would you care for a rest in my humble abode?"

"Nay, I rest in the woods."

"Please, I insist! It gets ever so lonely here at times."

"Very well, I shall not leave a lady tend to herself alone.”

He cares for women! It's as if God himself sent this man for her!

The warrior enters the cabin with his dirt-ridden, bare feet. He takes a look around the spacious cabin as he seems to ponder on his thoughts.

The woman almost follows until she hears the horse start to neigh and whinny in fear! Oh daft! What could be bothering him now? He gets scared when bunnies hop to his stable. The woman ignores her horse's cries and just comes in and closes the door.

"I say, I do feel famished. I have not felt this ravenous since those days slaying the bandits at that mountain over yonder."

"I shall cook you the biggest feast I can create!"

Soon there were plates of turkey, chicken, duck, and possibly every other kind of meat God placed in this world. This feast would satisfy the hunger of a hundred men for months to come! The warrior, however, chows down like he never eaten in his life. He immediately grabs one turkey leg, dips it in honey and eats it like a wolf gnawing down on a fresh kill.

While the warrior chews, spits, and grabs every slab of meat he can find, the woman couldn't help but be awestruck at his immense power.

'My God! If he eats like a savage, just think what he might do in bed,' she thought in utter shock.

She decided to catch his attention, do her work on him as usual. She sits on the chair next across the man but far from the table. She crosses on leg over her other leg to open her dress, revealing her undergarments. She speaks in her usual soft tone.

"So... I bet a warrior like you hasn't been caressed by the soft touch of a gentle woman in a while,” she observed in a pleasing tone.

The warrior just looks at her and says, “nay.”

He then continues to chow down, obviously not seeing the bigger picture this woman is trying to offer.

"I bet... you would love to have someone to make love to. Someone to help... boost your spirits~"

The warrior suddenly stops eating. He seems to be getting the idea where this is going. He simply pushes his chair behind him with a loud squeak, walks up to the woman, and stares in her eyes with a gaze that she can see despite not being able to see his eyes. He then simply grabs her wrist, pulls her close to him, and he asks in a gentle, but firm tone, "where do you sleep?"

The woman was awestruck at his inquiry; she could barely speak with such vicious eyes luring her, tugging her heartstrings.

"O-over, there..."

*Bang!* The door was kicked open as the woman was carried into the room and dropped on the bed to her surprise.

"B-b-but I do it before I sleep."

"You asked me to be aroused,” starkly stated the warrior. “I say I want this passion you speak of now..."

As the man gently his sentence, he lets his loincloth drop gently to the ground. This man is clearly showing his genitals to convince her otherwise. Its magic takes its effect on her as it she feels a deeper desire than ever.

"A-a-as you w-wish..."

For the first time, she sees his face as he lets the bear cape fall to the floor. His eyes were even more dazzling than she imagined! Moreover, that long, raven-black hair just complements that chiseled face so well! It is as if she is looking at a Greek statue of a manly God!

Oh and that package! The man has clearly not made love in a while as the sack is full of brimming semen and the meat to splurge it all! Never has she sawn such a well-built specimen: the charm, the beauty, and the experience! He's almost like her, only much more deserving.

She sees the fire in his eyes and complies. She lets her dress fall with a plop as takes her undergarments off, never taking her eyes off his eyes. The shadow of his hair hides the color of his beautiful eyes. She can only imagine what he can bring on this luxurious bed! She falls on her back, legs spread, willing to take it all.

This pleases the man as his hard on clearly shows. He walks up to her slowly, still looking down on her, analyzing her. The woman gets nervous, is she good enough for him? Does she please him at all?

Her questions are answered as she gets hugged by his brute strength. She feels the sudden thrust of his cock sliding in her, practically poking her egg sac! Oh God, she never faced such a man that fills her up so well. He thrusts like a stampede of horse as she feels the sex that she long ago lost before! Yes! He has done it! He is the one that brought back what I couldn't find in any of those inferior men! Take me! Take me to what they can never take me to!

He legs go and she lands on the bed with a *fumph*! He holds her wrists as he holds her down with easy. He sweats profusely as every drop slides down his angular features. The drops on his face fall on her chest. Oh yes, this is perfect! The form! The force! The stance! He can practically feel him trying to hold it in, but she senses the only weakness he'll ever have in his life: letting it all go.

His throbbing cock boils in her body. As she feels the heat radiating from him, she feels the source flood out in her vaginal walls. Yes! It is as fresh and hot as she imagined! It follows in her body with such intensity! This could not get any better!

The man pulls out and turns the woman on her stomach. What is going on? Why did he stop? Her opens where answer as she feels her anal walls stretch and grasp her savior as he grabs her wrists and pull back. She can feel her entrails fill with the seed that only a brute like him can provide.  She can feel it warming her spirit, rekindling her fire!

Nothing could be more perfect. She was considering staying with this man forever. Nothing could go wrong.

Until tragedy struck, that is.

A sheering pain suddenly struck her stomach! What could it possibly be? She looks down to see that it is growing! What? Did she get blessed with a child? No, she can feel it being filling with liquid and heat of a raging fire! How can a man give so much that it fills her stomach? He looks back at her miracle, seeing something that sends shivers to all the way down to the bottom of her spine.

The color of his irises is red.

Just blood red.

A demon! This man is a demon in disguise! She tries to escape, but she cannot! The pain and his mighty grip keep her pinned at his mercy and she can still feel the flow of this retched demon.

As she questioned why she is experiencing this, her belly actually stretches from the demon's load.

'What have I done to deserve this!?'

Her belly lifts her from the bed.

'What have I done that make Hell's minions try to get my soul!?"

Her chest pushes out painfully.

'Why am I destined to be damned!?"

Her thighs start to thicken.

The heat is no longer pleasurable as cries tears of fear. The heat no longer soothes her like a warm spring; rather, it burns like raging hellfire!

"Demon! What do you plan to do with me!?"

The Demon only laughs to the Heavens. He lowers his head again, showing that he now sported horns.

"Why my dear, I plan to give you all the lust you can take! Then I plan to take your soul where the Sin of Lust would love to add you with his bounty of damned souls."

"Lust!? Sin!? No, please...! I... I... I haven't done anything wrong!"

Her stomach grows along with her lies.

"I... I wanted to help those men!"

Her biceps plump out along with her excuses.

"I just wanted to love! I didn't want to marry! Having sex with the same man for the rest of my life!? Damn it all!"

The demon laughs again as she tries to work out her life. His red, furred tail sprouts out and curls devilishly along with his laugher.

Her once graceful breasts now sag as if the years have finally caught up with her. She grits her teeth as she feels her arms and legs starting to become useless. She has been kicking the Demon in the arse for a while, but to no avail. He continues to pump his foul seed. Soon, she loses the energy to kick all together as she can barely lift her heavy legs.

Time passes as the woman screams, cries, and does anything to make herself heard. No one comes to her aid. Her horse, who desperately wants to help, cannot assist his master as he is tied to the stables with tight and fresh yak-spun rope. He can only whinny and stomp in horror as the sounds of him kicking the stable are heard.

The woman is now looking quite chubby as her arms and legs are as plump as stuffed duck. She desperately pleads with the demon.

"Please release me! I shall give you all that I have!"

"I have all that I have here."

"I shall give thou eternal love."

"I have no use for mortals until they die."

"I shall hail Lucifer as my savior!"

"He doesn't need your pity."

What should she do!? He just won't stop! He will not stop until she bursts into oblivion and Hell will have her soul for what might be an eternity.

She feels her joints sucked in her chest like a log in a whirlpool. She loses her ability to resist as she can no longer bend her arms. Her arse is now plump and juicy as a fresh pig as the Demon starts to float off the ground to keep up with the pace of her ass rising like fresh dough in an oven. Her back rises in tone with her arse as they start to make her look like a stuffed and lumpy bag of produce. Overall, the woman looks as if she was stuffed with wool to be used as some sort of freakish place to rest. She can feel her immense weight starting to make her sink into the bad as she feels the hellish substance slosh and bubble in her body. As she lies there, she thought hard.

She played those men. She led them astray with lies that they probably still believe up to this day. She played with their hearts for love and then disposed of them.

Her life flashes before her; she takes special notice for every time she fooled a man for untrue love. For the first time in her life, she felt sorry. Her tears of fear turned to sadness. Her tears of pain turned to forgiveness. The Demon starts to turn into the reddish color that people would recognize from meters away.

As she bloats out as plump as her bed, her hands and feet wriggling out, her head starts to slowly sink in her non-existent neck. She can taste Hell-ridden seed on her tongue, leaking out of her lips. Her body now simply looks similar to giant, peach-colored potato. She ignores her pains, aches, and moans just to pray. Pray for God to forgive her.

'I am sorry my Lord. I have fallen beyond into the temptation of Lust and Greed. Please save me from the beast that is so much more powerful than a man. I will never seek out fake love again, if you save my soul. Please, give me your answer!"

SPLOOSH! Her skin and blood stain her bedroom as took what she could not take anymore. The room is a mess of red and white as they slowly slide off the walls. Her horse sees the stain rush through the window and land in front of him. He whinnies in sheer panic and breaks free of his ropes, jumps, and gallops off, never to be seen again.

The demon, now in his true form, chuckles for bit. Then he starts to giggle and finally he just laughs! He laughs like her never laughed before in his immortal life.

"My dear mortal, you were doomed as soon as I set foot in your cabin. I gave you the choice to ignore me and let me be, but you choose to hook me in like everyone else. If only you'd just let me pass by, then you could have been saved..."

The demon then gently carries the sleeping soul of the woman that lies on her bed and closes his eyes. Hell opens beneath him as the burning portal sets fire to the cabin. He descends with her and closes the portal, letting the cabin burn to the ground.

After discovering the burnt cabin, the people in those towns believe that she went in a terrible accident. Others say she set herself aflame due to severe depression, for never following her loves. The men that loved her say she was kidnapped by terrible men, stole her horse, and set her house aflame! Some of those men would search for her everywhere in a quest that cannot be completed.

However, *you* now know the true tale of that wicked and damned Harpy. Remember to never let thouself fall into the temptation of greed in any form of Sin, because the next one you take may very well be your last.

The End

2008 © Fern (Pen name.)