Thread: Fucked Up Fairy Tales (danidoo88 and Mr Quixotic)

Whether it was a ploy to garner her interest enough to have her accompany them, Papa wasn't certain, but his son's striptease had an effect. The young woman became lost in the visage of Rupert's pectorals and it wouldn't have surprised him if she'd started to drool. He almost felt guilty for the bark that forced a halt to Rupert's performance. As Rupert huffed and walked off, he didn't witness the proud smile that curled up Papa's lips. The genetically blessed apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. By the time the woman regained her senses and took her eyes off his half-naked son's broad back, Papa had closed in. He peered at her with soft brown eyes, realising when he mentioned his wife, why he cared so much about having the girl return to the cottage. Not only because they missed the laughter of a woman, but because of the dearth of nubile girls in the Bear's territory. Teddy and Rupert were of an age where female companionship was of paramount importance, and if they couldn't find it close to home, he risked them leaving. The boys were Papa's world, and he'd do anything to keep them close. That sex lurked at the forefront of their minds, he knew with certainty. One night, when they thought him asleep, he'd overheard the boys whispering about paying a visit to the redheaded teenage trollop who serviced the fisherman at the docks. Ariel, she called herself dressed up as a mermaid. Now an attractive woman had popped up from nowhere. The answer to his prayers. Seconds after he'd left her with a decision to make, twigs snapped behind him. Wearing Rupert's boots and 'eeping' the girl sounded like an earthquake, yet Papa didn't stop until she ran into his back. When she did, he pirouetted to look at her. Lips pursed, he tilted his head and listened to the words tumbling from her mouth. Papa didn't interrupt and refrained from smiling at the enthusiastic manner in which she defended her capabilities. When she ran out of breath, he held out his hands in a gesture of conciliation. Oh, I know that you can handle yourself. You wouldn't have made it this far or evaded capture if you weren't intelligent, independent and cunning. You also wouldn't have dared enter our house if you weren't brave, but. Papa tapped his noggin. Would you have followed me if I'd said there was naught to worry about that it'd all be rainbows and skittles? I doubt it, and although these woods have seen no ogres, trolls or Big Bad Wolf's for two centuries, I am certain that whoever is on your tail will eventually find you. When that happens, you'll be safer in our cottage than out in the open. That fact is inescapable. Again having demonstrated the ability of males to multi-task by talking and walking at the same time, Papa halted in front of her. If we wanted to harm you, we'd have thrown you over a shoulder and carried you to our cottage, kicking and screaming, by now. If we weren't concerned about your welfare, you wouldn't be wearing those shoes or that warm shirt. However, I understand you need to remain wary, and I've no doubt you'll exact bad, bad revenge if I betray your trust. To make that easier. Without hesitation, Papa reached into his tunic and withdrew a leather scabbard. From that, he pulled a hunting knife with an eight-inch blade. Serrated metal teeth, sharp enough to slice through flesh with ease, gleamed as he proffered it to her, handle first. Take this and use it if I break my word. Papa. She is coming with us? Out of the trees raced Edward, beaming with delight. I knew it. Topless and skin gleaming with perspiration, Rupert appeared. Once out of sight, Papa had expected no less than for his boys to stop and eavesdrop. She can have my bed. Teddy glared at his brother's muscled torso, then met Paddington with a pleading expression. We'll discuss sleeping arrangements when we get home, son. Ignoring him, Teddy addressed the girl. Of course, we'll feed you. We got a pig, potatoes, home-baked bread and you can help me pick whatever else you want from the vegetable garden. Watching the exchange with amusement, Papa folded his arms over his chest. I'll start the fire. Teddy scampered off through the forest, leaving the girl with Paddington and Rupert. I guess my shoes weren't of much use. The latter glanced at her feet, then bent to one knee and extended his arms, Climb on my back and I'll carry you home. Despite an awareness of the intent driving it, Paddington still almost fell over at his son's display of gallantry. Go ahead, he nodded at her. I'm Paddington, this is my eldest, Rupert, and the other is Edward. What's your name, if I may ask? I can't forever keep on calling you Miss of the Golden Locks. Come on. Rupert patted his rump. Over dinner, you can tell us your tale and we'll figure out what to do and how to help. I'm also curious to hear what compelled you to try three bowls of porridge, three chairs and three beds. Were some not up to your particular standards? I'm sorry if you'd have advised of your burglary in advance, we'd have better catered to your tastes. Papa teased her now. Last edited Feb 25, 2019