Dangerous Tryst

FOR SISTERS Vivian and Vanessa, marrying a wealthy man would be the biggest favor they could do for their father, Virgil. They did not have to hear it from Virgil’s lips. After being swindled by his best friend and trusted business partner, they had no choice but to move to the countryside and start again.

It was hard to start from scratch after hitting rock bottom. Vivian’s engagement was called off. For her former betrothed, it was a shame to push through with the wedding. Just what would other people say? Vivian and her family had no place in high society anymore.

Vanessa, the younger daughter, was the elusive type. Despite losing her family’s status, her suitors remained. They said they were after her heart and what mattered most was on the inside. Cliché but true.

Vanessa intended to marry for true love. But that was not the case for now. She only wanted to help her father. He was still devastated. She saw how he was trying his best to stay strong for her and Vivian.

They used their remaining savings to settle and put up a small pub, serving cheap and expensive wine for farmers, laborers, hunters, young and old, male and female, rich and poor alike.

Vanessa helped raise chickens, ducks, and goats so they’d make a perfect main dish to offer to their customers when the time was right. They had also started a vegetable garden as another source of food. When Virgil had free time, he would wander into the woods and hunt for wild boars, deer, or rabbits. Then the pub would be jam-packed as if every night was a feast.

Vivian rarely helped, but she loved to entertain guests, marking potential husbands from time to time. She was pretty good at it. She was beautiful and could be mistaken as a woman in her mid-twenties when in truth, she was already thirty-one. Vanessa was five years younger.

There were a dozen handsome, young bachelors in Villa Verde, but the ones who stood out in Vivian and Vanessa’s eyes were brothers Ernest and Earl del Valle. Vanessa did not tell her sister that she also found the two attractive. Vivian would not like it. She could not help talking about them, especially Ernest. Ernest was more suited for her taste. He was thirty-five, tan, muscular, and tall. Rumors said that he could have already gotten married six months ago, but his lover was found hanging on a tree by their backyard. It looked like she died from suicide, but many people believed she was murdered.

Vanessa wanted to pry more, but nobody wanted to tell her further. Ernest did not want to talk about it out of respect for Celine—that was her name.

Ernest was mysterious. Just like Vivian, she was more interested in him than Earl. Earl was a ladies’ man, and he had a reputation. If Vivian would end up with Ernest, they could redeem their wealth and status in society.

But Vanessa did not want to go back to her former life. She realized living in the countryside was not that bad after all. She could endure the hard work. She also found real friends in Villa Verde.

Vanessa was very pleased to be introduced to Ernest when their pub first opened. She was shy and embarrassed, but Ernest smiled at her sincerely and stared at her face a little longer than Vivian’s and told her she reminded him of someone from his past. Since then, she could not get him off her mind.

Her attraction toward him grew as each day passed. She would find Ernest staring at her from the crowd. He would smile unapologetically, and Vanessa would smile back timidly.

Maybe she stood a chance. Maybe Vivian would not mind. She had other wealthy suitors, anyway.

Vanessa had already memorized Ernest’s routine. He would come to the pub every other day. When he wanted to drink alone, he would rent a room upstairs, and a server or Vivian would bring his food and wine. Vivian had not succeeded in sleeping with him yet.

VANESSA watched Ernest as he ascended the wooden stairs after talking to the waiter. She was at the counter while Vivian entertained Earl and his friends.

She straightened her back when the waiter approached the counter.

“Mr. del Valle asked for a bottle of red wine, Madam Vanessa.”

“You must be tired, Arnel. I’ll take the wine to Ernest’s room myself.”

Arnel looked surprised and grateful at the same time.

“Are you sure, Madam?”

“Yes. But I need you to stay here at the counter.”

“That won’t be a problem, Madam,” Arnel replied enthusiastically.

Vanessa smiled and turned to grab their bestselling wine.

She was already anxious when she started on the stairs, holding a bottle and a glass in her hands. She glanced at Vivian, and she was laughing and flirting with Earl again.

Vanessa took a deep breath and shrugged.

She drew another breath as she finally stood in front of Ernest’s room. She knocked softly, but it was enough to get a response from him.

She pushed the door slowly and found Ernest sitting on the bed, his back facing her. He was staring into the open window. Vanessa could only see the dark woods. There was nothing spectacular to it. The candle on the nightstand illuminated his half-naked body.

She put the wine and the glass on the table and pulled another candle from the drawer.

“Do you still need anything?” she asked.

Ernest turned to her, completely surprised.

“Vanessa, you shouldn’t have…”

“It’s my job,” she said simply. She popped the bottle and poured his glass.

Ernest stood up and rolled to her side.

“Here.”

Ernest grabbed her hand, holding the glass. Vanessa’s chest pounded as she met his smoldering gaze.

“D-do you still need anything?”

“Can you stay a little longer?” he said ever softly.

Vanessa swallowed. She quietly sat beside him on the bed.

“You really remind me of her,” Ernest said as he studied her face through the candlelight.

“Who was she? Do we really look like each other?”

“The woman I used to love. No, you don’t look like each other, but you were as charming as her, innocent, shy, and very lovely. Too bad you can’t meet her. She’s already gone.”

“I-I’m…” Vanessa choked. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must be hard for you to see me as you are always reminded of her.”

Ernest finished his glass and set it aside on the table.

“No, that’s not that case. You make me happy. That’s the truth. I’m sure wherever Celine was, she’s at peace.”

“Well… I suppose that’s good to hear. But you still love her, don’t you?”

The side of Ernest’s mouth twitched into a smile that looked like a smirk.

“I don’t think I could ever love a woman as much as I loved her.” He stared at her face. “What about you, Vanessa? Have you ever loved a man to madness?”

She slowly shook her head.

“Not yet. But I want to. I know it’s a scary risk, but maybe I’ll find someone who is worth it.”

“Wow. Whoever that bastard is, he is very lucky. Just look at you.”

Vanessa noticed that Ernest’s face was moving closer. She made no attempt to move or escape. Instead, she patiently waited. She met his gaze before she closed her eyes and parted her lips.

Ernest caught the back of her head as he pressed his lips into hers. Vanessa felt like melting as her heart went wild. She parted her lips a little wider, and he deepened the kiss.

ERNEST pushed her to the bed without breaking the kiss. The taste of wine in his mouth made it more intoxicating. She could not get enough of him.

She let out a soft gasp as his hand slipped under the thin fabric of her dress. His hand left a burning sensation everywhere he touched. He caressed her waist, her stomach and spent some time fondling her taut breasts. Vanessa’s thighs moistened as her navel tightened in sweet pressure. Her toes curled as she pressed her thighs together.

Ernest had to break the kiss for a moment to remove her clothing and for Vanessa to catch her breath. His hand slipped inside her panties, and Vanessa whimpered in mixed surprise and embarrassment. At first, she hesitated.

“First time?” Ernest asked as he showered her face with butterfly kisses.

“Y-yes,” she whispered. “No one’s ever touched me there before.”

“Oh, goodness,” he groaned. “The little seductress is a virgin.” Then, he chuckled.

Vanessa could only bite her lip, her face burning.

“I’m sorry, darling. I meant it as a compliment.” He kissed her lips once more. “If you trust me tonight, you’ll walk out of this room as a woman.”

Vanessa stared at his face for a moment before sighing and loosening a bit. Ernest slipped his fingers between her thighs and caressed her wetness. Vanessa moaned and jerked at the sensation.

“Do you like it?” he asked teasingly.

“Hmm.” Vanessa found herself opening a little wider as she grabbed the sheets beneath her. “Oh!”

Ernest rubbed and stroked her clit with his skillful fingers, making her lose her mind every single time.

“E-Ernest!” She froze and winced at the pain when she realized what he was trying to do.

He paused.

“Is it that painful? Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no. Go on. I’ll be all right.”

“Vanessa, you sweet little thing.” Ernest claimed her mouth as he pushed one finger inside.

Vanessa jerked and froze, but it only lasted for a quick moment.

“You all right?”

“Yes.” Vanessa smiled and caressed his face. “I feel wonderful.”

“I HAVE TO go.”

“It’s still early,” Ernest protested.

“Yes, but Father wakes up early, and I don’t want to get caught. Besides, I have to prepare breakfast for you and other guests.”

“Will you join me?” he asked in an almost boyish tone.

“Aren’t you in a hurry to go back to your farm?” Vanessa asked in amusement. The fact that Ernest wanted to spend more time with her flattered her.

“I’m not. Do you want to send me away so bad?”

“Of course not. You’re a regular customer. You are my family’s favorite customer, actually.”

Ernest sighed in surrender.

“All right. But before you leave, can we have another turn? You’ve woken up the little fellow down there.”

Vanessa giggled as Ernest pushed the blanket away from their naked bodies. He pulled her on top of him. Vanessa brushed her long hair with her hand as she got penetrated by Ernest once again.

“You’re beautiful,” he declared as she began to rock her hips against him.

Vanessa smiled in delight as pleasure began to crack their bodies once again.

“WHERE were you last night, sister?” Vivian asked. Her tone was laced with a bit of suspicion.

“What do you mean? I was at the counter last night.” Vanessa dropped the pail in the well and pulled it afterward.

“Yes, but you disappeared, and I only saw Arnel.”

Vanessa poured the water into another bucket, grateful she did not have to look her sister in the face as she lied.

“Well, I went to bed early because I was tired. You know I have to wake up early because there’s just too much work in the garden. And you’re not helping me.”

Vivian frowned.

“Gardening will only ruin my skin. I will never find a rich husband if my hands get wrinkled.”

Vanessa could only roll her eye in secret. That’s not very surprising with Vivian at all.

“So, what happened with Earl last night?” Vanessa asked.

Vivian shrugged. “He’s nice, but he’s obviously not settling down for a couple of years. But it doesn’t matter. I met some wealthy travelers last night. They’re from the next town. It depends.”

“What about Ernest?”

“I think he’s playing hard to get.” Her sister pouted her lips. “There’s so many fish in the sea, sister. I was actually surprised they were way better than Alfred. I have finally realized what an idiot he was.”

“I’m happy for you. I mean it.”

“Thanks.” Vivian crinkled her eyes as she smiled.

“Villa Verde is not a bad place after all.”

“I agree. Except for the rumors about a beast lurking in the forest.”

“What?” Vanessa stared.

“That’s what I heard from the people at the market.” Vivian shrugged.

MAYBE what Vivian meant was another wild animal. Beasts, hideous creatures who walked on two legs, existed only in books. The forest across their pub and home looked like a peaceful sanctuary for animals living there.

Their father had hunted in that forest for months now, and he always brought home dead wild boar or a deer or a rabbit. Vanessa had gone in there to pick up firewood, but she had not wandered that far. She was scared of wolves and wild boars.

But curiosity got the best of her as she found herself standing outside the forest entrance. She was just here the other day. Now that Vivian had told her about a beast lurking somewhere, she felt a different kind of fear.

Or her mind was only playing tricks on her. That’s the case sometimes. She regretted listening to Vivian.

Vanessa was about to step closer to the woods when someone grabbed her arm from behind. She squealed and jumped in shock.

Ernest chuckled loudly.

“It’s just me, Vanessa.”

“Ernest!” She caught her chest and drew a breath. “You scared me! I thought it was…” She swallowed.

“You thought it was… what?”

Ernest cupped her face and dipped his head.

“N-nothing.”

He looked around.

“What are you doing here, by the way? I was looking everywhere for you. I’m glad I found you.”

“I was just taking a walk. That’s all. Let’s go back.”

Vanessa pulled away, but Ernest caught her elbow.

“We don’t need to leave right away. We have the place to ourselves.” Ernest pulled her by the small of her back and brushed his lips against hers.

Heat crept up to Vanessa’s face.

“Ernest…”

VANESSA looked around her as Ernest pulled her deep into the forest. She was tense and excited at the same time. She felt like breaking the rules, and she never knew it could be fun.

Ernest pulled her behind a tall, thin jackfruit tree that was not enough to hide them from voyeurs and began ravishing her with his kiss. His hands were under her dress, groping and stroking her. Vanessa could only moan and writhe in delight. Her body was on fire.

“We don’t need this for now,” Ernest whispered as he pulled her dress up.

Vanessa was panting as she lifted her arms.

She thought Ernest would drop her dress to the ground, but to her surprise, he used it to tie her up to the branch.

“E-Ernest?”

“Relax. Just have fun.” Ernest held her chin and kissed her mouth.

Vanessa eventually relaxed and closed her eyes. Ernest kissed the curve of her neck. She craned and sucked a breath.

It was torture. She wanted to touch Ernest and do the things he was doing to her, but she was restrained.

“O-oh!” She stared down at Ernest when he claimed her breast in his mouth. Her nipples hardened in response. Ernest sucked and licked her hungrily.

Then, something caught Vanessa’s attention. Her eyes widened not because of pleasure but in horror. A huge creature who walked on two legs but not a human was coming in their direction.

He was hairy and had the scariest face she had ever seen. From a distance, she could hear his growl. She knew it was a ‘he.’ A huge inhuman cock was dangling between his thick thighs.

“E-Ernest!” she called.

But Ernest continued to do her breasts.

Vanessa squirmed as the beast approached closer.

“Ernest, look out!”

Ernest pulled away and stared at her face in confusion. He looked behind where she was looking. He screamed shortly as the beast grabbed his neck and scratched his face with his sharp nails. Blood splattered to the beast’s fur and the ground.

Vanessa screamed as Ernest’s lifeless body dropped.

He’s dead! Ernest is dead!

She pulled her tied hands as she realized it could be her end. Tears sprang in her eyes when she realized Ernest had tied her securely. There was no use escaping now.

“N-no!”

She should have listened to Vivian. She should have refused Ernest.

Vanessa was filled with regret as she trembled. She wished she would pass out already, so she did not have to witness her own end.

Vanessa closed her eyes when the beast closed their distance. She let out a sob when his rough, bloody hands held her waist. In just a snap, he tore her panties away.

“Oh!”

Vanessa opened her eyes in surprise. Instead of feeling the beast’s sharp fingers digging into her flesh, she felt something else. It was tickly and warm. Her eyes widened when she found the beast kneeling in front of her, his face pressed against her thighs.

Her arousal shot up as she felt his tongue tasting the wetness dripping from her center. It was rough, wide, and skillful. She wondered if she was not the only victim of this creature. Did he do this to the other women before killing them?

Vanessa tiptoed as she arched her back without interrupting the monster. She could never escape, anyway.

“Hmm…” Vanessa pressed and bit her lips as she gyrated her hips.

The beast grabbed her thighs and parted them. Her chest rose and fell as his tongue poked her entrance, making her jerk, and taking her breath away every single time.

Vanessa clenched her fists, and in the next moment, she whimpered and trembled in orgasm.

She was panting and light-headed. Suddenly, she forgot the danger that awaited her as she anticipated the beast’s next move.

He stood up, and his hand grabbed his already erect cock. Vanessa swallowed hard. He was going to put it in. He was going to destroy her before he kills her!

Tears sprang from her eyes as he held the back of her knee and pulled one leg up. The beast grinned at her as a feral growl escaped from his throat. He sounded like he was taking pleasure in her misery.

She bit her lip as she shook her head. He would never fit.

But the beast continued to advance on her.

VANESSA was panting hard as she jolted from her sleep. She found herself on the hammock inside her own room. She looked around her. There was no beast. There was not a dead body of Ernest on the ground. It was all a dream.

She shut her eyes tight as she wiped the sweat from her forehead and her neck. She felt relieved.

She pulled her dress up and found her panties soaking wet. She came in her dream. Vanessa was not surprised at all.

She washed herself at the well. It would be sunset in an hour. The pub would be filled with people again.

Vanessa glanced in the direction of the forest. She drew a breath.

No, the beast was not real.

VANESSA was not expecting Ernest that night. Honestly, she did not know what to do when she met him again. She was already content admiring him from afar. Now that she had given him her body, what’s that supposed to change between them now?

She decided to retire to bed early, and her father gladly allowed her. She was exhausted. The dream with the beast made her restless for the rest of the day.

Vanessa changed into her nightgown and turned the lamp low before she lolled to bed. Not long enough after closing her eyes, she felt a loud thud on the bed.

Her eyes flew open, and a beastly hand shut her mouth. She fought hard to scream as the beast’s hideous face was only a few inches away from her.

“You don’t think I’m done with you, do you?” he growled.

She kicked her legs in vain, trying her best to escape. She sobbed as the beast ripped her gown off away from her body.

“If I were you, I would stop fighting,” he whispered as he brought his mouth to her ears.

Vanessa felt the hair at the back of her neck stand up.

“That’s right,” he said as she stiffened for a moment. “Open your legs for me, nice and wide.”

Vanessa closed her eyes in embarrassment as she parted her thighs beneath him. She felt disgusted when she heard him chuckle.

“I can’t promise you this won’t hurt.”

She wanted to tell him she was not a virgin anymore. But this was a beast, and he was much bigger than Ernest. She could never be so sure. He could rip her apart if he wanted to.

A tear fell from her eye as her breathing quickened.

“I’m going to ruin you, but you won’t hate me for it,” he uttered cockily.

Vanessa wanted to curse. She jumped at the touch of his beastly cock in her entrance. It made her wet in an instant.

Before the beast could make his first thrust, Vanessa’s eyes opened after a knock on her door. She was again alone in her room, her nightgown intact and her panties soaking.

She got up with a loud gasp for air. Who could be knocking at this hour? If it was Vivian, she would have let her know right away.

She approached the door cautiously.

“W-who’s there?” she inquired.

“It’s me.”

Her eyes widened. The voice belonged to Ernest!

Vanessa opened the door a little. Her room was located under the guestrooms, and her door was next to the backdoor of the kitchen. Ernest was standing outside.

“E-Ernest? What are you doing here?”

“I did not find you at the pub.”

“How did you find my room?”

“I had to bribe Arnel to tell me,” he said with a small grin.

“I didn’t think you’re coming. I mean, I memorized your routine.”

“Are you all right, Vanessa?” he asked softly.

“O-of course. I was just tired from helping at the pub.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

AS SOON as she let him in, Ernest pushed her against the door. His mouth found hers, kissing her passionately. Vanessa had no time to be surprised as she found herself kissing him back.

She cupped his face as he slowly walked her to the bed. Ernest slipped his hand in her underwear as she felt the bedding. Vanessa felt embarrassed as he felt her wetness.

Ernest pulled away and smiled at her.

“Is this for me, Vanessa?” he teased.

Vanessa’s face flushed. Of course, it wasn’t all for him. It was mainly for the stubborn beast in her dream. She wondered what would have happened if Ernest did not interrupt a while ago.

Slowly, she nodded. She had to lie because she did not want to ruin the moment. She did not want to embarrass Ernest by telling him that a beast in her dream made her wet previously.

Vanessa gasped and moaned as he stroked her.

SOMETHING was wrong. That was what Vanessa thought as she watched Ernest squirt his seed on her stomach. She was panting and trembling after the climax.

While she did have an orgasm, something did not feel right. She was… looking for something else. She was not satisfied enough. As she closed her eyes, she saw the image of the beast. Vanessa was still wondering how her dream would have gone if Ernest had not come.

It was foolish of her to think that a dream would feel real. But her dream this afternoon felt real, didn’t it?

Vanessa thought making love with Ernest would distract her from the beast. But instead, she kept coming back for it.

Ernest dropped to her side, panting. He shifted her, so they were facing each other. His mouth found hers, and Vanessa was compelled to kiss him back.

“I have something to give you,” he whispered.

She stared at him.

“What?”

Ernest reached for his pants on the floor. He pulled a small pouch from the pocket and threw it back.

Vanessa’s eyes widened as she stared at the necklace with a crescent moon pendant.

“I want you to have it, Vanessa.”

She swallowed.

“B-but why?”

“Because you’re special. Please accept it. This is my gift,” he implored.

Vanessa did not stop him when he put it around her neck.

“This looks very expensive. I don’t think I deserve it, Ernest.”

“Don’t ever think that way.” He kissed her mouth once again. “I want you to wear that all the time, hmm?”

“What would people think?” she asked anxiously.

“People would think what they want to think. You just don’t have to care.”

“E-Ernest…” Vanessa held the pendant. “This is beautiful. Thank you very much.”

“You’re very much welcome, my Vanessa.”