The beast of Vanderleen

Chapter One

"Tis no lady like I know."

The words were said aloud, though muffled;for fear of someone from the castle overhearing.

"I' of all people having ta search the woods for the "lady's fire!"

The hot rage she felt helped somewhat to soothe the bitter cold that blasted her frail, poorly clothed body.

She fumed as she walked; going ever deeper into the forest. Unaware that she walked ever-closer to an

unimaginable fate.

The sequence of events that lead her to be out at this time of night was so cruel; even the Gods themselves wouldn't have been so temperamental.

The lantern she carried cast eerie lights on the trees, making the area appear sinister.

It was then that she realized just how far away from the castle she'd traveled; as well as how dark it had gotten.

Gulping audibly she opened her apron's pouch so as to gather the slender uniformed branches the lady had requested.

"How am I ta find the same size o' branches, 'tis impossible at this time o' night!"....

She heard some rustling in the trees, wondered briefly if it was a cute wee deer.

The sound that followed assured her of two things:

It wasna a deer; she should run.

Chapter Two

The sound was far off, but distinct. It belonged to none other than the beast...

The beast of her village in Vanderleen.

She had heard horrible stories of the terrible

creature and it's murderous rampage.

Even as she told herself she should hurry, her body refused to move. She felt tethered to the forest floor as she listened for the abominable sound again.

The thumping of her heart drowned out every other sound.

Mouth opened- she breathed heavily and as silently as she could.

Starting to believe she had imagined it; she finally turned to peer through the trees around her.

Hearing nothing she returned to her task.

Vowing to hurry and get back...

Mid-stand she heard it again; a bit closer this time.

She clutched the small branch as if it were a sword.

Holding it out before her, scanning the immediate area for the beast's snarling visage.

She heard the rustling again, this time from the side of her; far too close for comfort.

Finally finding her feet she darted out, going further into the woods.

She ran until her lungs hurt, forcing her to stop.

She squeezed into a cluster of saplings

trying desperately to hide.

She could hear the heavy pads of it's feet slapping indolently against the ground.

As if it had all the time in the world to catch her and eat her...

Chapter Three

She cried silently. Used to being quiet in her misery. Used to feeling hopeless and defeated.

"Probably the reason she'd been "recruited" for the job. Ta be rid o' me once and all" she thought angrily.

This anger fueled something inside of her.

Some once-dormant feeling she never realized she possessed.

She also realized she wanted to live.

She was far from ready to shuffle off this mortal coil.

She made a decision to run again, choosing to use the lantern as a diversion.

She waited.. hoping to get a better sense of where the beast was.

It was a low whining howl, more like a query of sorts than a snarl. It seemed to be taunting her.

The snap of a branch told her exactly how close it was; too close! Still, she vowed that she would fight for her life before the beast just took it from her.

It sniffed and snorted; pawing the ground with it's head dipped low.

It was sniffing her out!

Fear bit deep into her belly, forcing bile up her throat and a droplet of urine from her clenched body.

She held her breath as the droplet made a trail down her legs. It's winding path caused a burning need to scratch.

The beast snarled lowly, menacingly.

As if angered at the new smell.

This was it, she would have to do it now, or nevermore..

Chapter Four

She darted out from her hiding spot, thrusting the light In front of her and in the direction of the beast.

She didn't bother to look back as she took off running in the direction of the castle's safety.

Her feet suddenly flew out from under her.

She was puzzled for but a second before she felt the crushing weight of the beast push her belly into the cold ground.

She was roughly twisted over so that she was lying on her back; the shock of the animals power forced a low moan of pain from between her clenched lips.

The sound was abruptly cut off as she felt a tentative paw press gingerly against her ribcage.

The pressure surprisingly light, despite the tremendous size of the animal.

She hitched her breath as she prepared for the killing blow to come...

But the beast just stood there, partly straddling her body.

She waited... Silently praying that the Gods would protect her and keep her safe.

She watched... As the trees swayed in the cold moonlight. The moon itself appeared to grow larger,

Casting once darkened areas awash with it's eerie light.

She wondered... As the beast slowly lowered it's head in her direction...

Her breath caught once again in her throat as it came into view.

Morbid curiosity struck her; causing her to not look away.

She noticed it's eyes first; the golden orbs appeared to glow as it came into the moon's light.

Slowly, she was made aware of the huge size of it's head; shagged-out fur framing an angular chiseled snout.

It was sniffing her, huffing it's hot, fetid breath over her; making her shiver despite the heat it's body and breath radiated.

She once again looked into it's eyes, sensing a keen intelligence. She was surprised to find it's eyes had turned to a clear light grey color. The expressive orbs seeming to be asking something of her.

She was startled as it's head whipped up, listening to the night. Several seconds ticked by before it; satisfied with what it heard, once again dipped it's head in her direction.

She closed her eyes, confusion and trepidation wreaking havock on her flayed nerves.

She felt it's snout brush softly against her cheek, almost a caress. Her eyes shot open as she felt it's body shift.

It's snout once again coming in contact with her.

This time it seemed to sniff at her lower region causing alarm. She knew her menses were coming soon, and wondered briefly if it could tell.

Realizing that wild animals were sometimes attracted to the smell.

Flashes of the beast sinking it's gruesome teeth into her caused a frightened moan to mew from her lips

The low growl that followed made her clamp her lips tightly together.

Wearing not much but a long chemise under a hastily made gown, she'd never felt more naked.

It's massive paw came into contact with her thighs as it swatted at the clothing. It's snout helping to pull the fabric further up her body.

Revealing her pale slim shape.

It looked into her eyes as it's head dipped lower to sniff yet again. Her vision about to be a reality;

she inwardly quaked. Too afraid to actually move a muscle.

She thought about the drop of urine she'd frightenedly let trickle out, wondering if that was what it smelled. Hoping it made her less appetizing.

Lost in her terror she was thunderstruck to feel the softest caress at her core.

The beast's hot breath was doing strange things to her mind and body.

She risked a look down to see it almost studying her.

It's snout making contact with her neither region again and again.

This brought an undulation of sensations from her core. She was shocked at the sexual feeling it evoked from her.

Her body unconsciously relaxed. The pleasantness of the sensation catching her off guard.

Her body sank further into the ground trying to squirm under the sensual- like onslaught.

The beast's paw whipped up; stopping her movements with it's extended claws aimed at her milky thighs.

It's head came up searching her eyes as it made soft huffs or grunts before once again returning to her heat.

She was wholely out of her element as to what was happening. She reluctantly acknowleged that it wasn't painful, yet it made her terribly uncomfortable.

She had never felt these sensations before and was at a loss for what it meant.

It's giant body pressed down into the space between her thighs, opening her up to it's perusal of her body.

It's head was once again in shadows making her anxious about it's intentions.

Suddenly she felt a hot, heavy and wet object make contact with her neither region.

Eliciting a sharp gasp from her lips.

The feeling was intense yet pleasant. Making her head feel befuddled and heavy.

Her body instinctively flexed upward as it's tongue once again washed over her.

Shivers of anticipation coursed through her making her gnash her teeth to keep the moan she felt rising from bursting forth. For fear that...

He would stop...?

Before she could ponder the situation more she felt his tongue slide heavily along the folds of her womanhood making her buck at the feeling.

It didn't stop there. The constant undulations of his tongue caused her to go catatonic momentarily.

Allowing him further access to her body.

She tried to understand what was happening but the sensations were becoming so intense it felt as if something was churning inside of her...

Chapter Five

Awash in the calming yet simultaneously maddening feelings she fought the natural urge her body had to grab it's head and relish further the erotic feelings it evoked.

She was losing her mind...

This was too much... too... Good.

She realized she was panting; breath coming in short little bursts as something continued to build inside of her.

She closed her mouth, least the animal would hear.

Attempting to mask the arousal that was unbeknownst to her currently taking over her body.

She soon became lost in the sensation

Moans of pure pleasure forced themselves from her tightly clamped lips. Tingles of pleasure made her silently toss her head from side to side.

She felt as if she was on a train of pure pulsing sensation, rushing towards something she'd never experienced before.

As if sensing the changes in her, it seemed to move with more purpose; filling her with enormous,frantic energy.

Causing her to cry out freely as it's movements erupted a hidden inferno inside.

She was beyond caring at this point as she was quickly approaching a precipice; about to be thrust over a cliff of emotions she couldn't even name.

Her body Shook and shuddered as she was being driven to a fever pitch of unknown proportions.

Her body involuntarily bucking and spasming.

If he didn't stop now... she would die!...

But it didn't stop.

On the contrary it's movements increased, adding the perfect amount of pressure that caused her to buck up to meet the thrusts of it's tongue.

Abruptly she was thrown into oblivion; her body exploding into a billion orgasmic shards.

Reduced to mere atoms, blown apart and scattered into the wind.

She absently felt him move as she slowly returned to earth.

He was shifting again.

This time she didn't see it but felt as the earth- shatteringly intense feelings gave way to a scorchingly hot,searing pain as it's teeth bit down into the fleshy part of her inner thigh.

The sensation so different from the previous one

that she didn't even have time to scream.

The beast quickly withdrew it's teeth and licked the spot.

Afraid once again she tried to crawl away from it's huge body. Turning; hips thrust in the air, she dragged herself forward on her arms and knees.

Once again the beast was upon her, straddling her from behind.

She felt herself falling forward from the force of his weight. Before the beast could make the killing blow she fainted.

Fading away from the world of consciousness and life...

Title is: The beast of Vanderleen

Genre: historical fiction/revenge/romance

Age range: 18+

Word count:18,888

Author name: Cathleen Mallory

Why it's a fit/synopsis: My novel is great for people of an adult age range, mature subject matter. Though told from a more conservative stance. The book tries to capture the feelings of desperation that consumes us across all times and pasts. It evokes memories of frustrating circumstances and deals with loss. It conveys the resilience of the determined spirit as well as the triumph of overcoming adversity/adversaries. Many people should be able to relate to the trauma as well as the determined souls, drawn together to create a new life for themselves. It deals with revenge implemented from a supernatural standpoint.

Target audience: Mainly women, though anyone who enjoys revenge/romance with some historical accuracy as well as creative license should resonate with it.

My name is Candace McNair.

I have loved the spoken word since I was a child. Writing books as early as 11 years old. My goal is to become an accredited author.

And also provide exceptionally for my family. This story was published on Amazon. With a decent reception, though without the ability to properly advertise and promote; has lowered on the rating scale. As well as having no reviews written about it. I hope to reach a larger audience.

Hobbies: writing, reading, drawing/painting, cooking, baking, dancing, beauty astetics, community activities, church activities, and many more. (All things creative!)

My hometown: Detroit Michigan

My current location: Milwaukee Wisconsin

My age: 43