OTHF: The Seventh
"In my opinion, it wasn't that bad. Aria Masey was turning into a woman, and by chance a grown man took interest. It could have been worse, but at least it was consentual" – Cecilia Jane
I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I've been caught up in the dramatics of life. But then again, if it didn't suck, we'd all fall off, right? This chapter will be longer to make up for it. Thanks for sticking by OTHF : your patience will be rewarded.
NOTICE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEX. NOT BARRETT x ARIA, YET THOUGH, JUST KEEP HOLDING ON.
The Goblin and the Wooly –
When I was little, before my mother left me and my father, she would tell me a story every night. The last time she did was the night before she snuck away never to return again. It was about a Goblin and a Wooly, being friends, or something along those lines. I don't quite remember it, but it was a favorite of mine, but it was one that I was hoping I could tell my children one day. I was sure I had a book around that spoke of it but I didn't pick any up since her notice of departure. Look at me, sounding all sophisticated. I just hope one day, Aria will look at it, and feel the same way I did,
When my mother kissed my cheek and told me she loved me,
while closing the book and softly putting it back on the shelf.
Looking across the room at the sleeping face of the innocent child that brought so much happiness into the otherwise dull life of me, Barrett J. Taylor. She looked familiar and I assumed it was because of Kyle Masey. Had to be it, hadn't it? Even as a baby, when I held her in my arms (while Julia wasn't around. She would have killed me) her resemblence to him was almost insane. Same perfect smile, same jaw, but of course Aria was much more feminine and cute while Kyle retained the handsome-and-muscular physique he always had. I remembered brushing her hair back from her face as she hummed softly, feeding her from a bottle and resting her tiny body against mine.
And now I would give anything to screw her brains out, but that's another story for another time.
Her mouth twitched downwards, and I wondered if she was having a nightmare, until she cracked her eyes open and wiped them with the back of her hand. How adorable -include fangirl squee here-. She looked across the room as she slowly had her memories come back to her, and she smiled at me sleepily.
"Morning, Barrett" she said softly, in such a tiny crystal clear voice. I grunted back at her, because lets face it, Barrett J. does not smile. Only on occasion, and not in front of people. Even Kyle had talked to me about it but I'll be damned if I gave two sweet fucks about him at the moment. Of course, I'd have to thank him for granting me permission to have THEE Aria Masey inside my house, in the guest bed, across from me. She got up and stretched, showing off that cute little tanned stomach and then I realised something that made my mind go completely blank.
Aria found it sutiable to sleep in panties in the night, leaving her shorts on the floor.
Cute little ones, with multicolor stripes.
Oh. My. God.
I slowly and cleverly bunched the blanket in front of my now painful hard on, her face looking confused at my actions, but she smiled anyway and neared closer. Her little hips swaying, she leaned down and hugged me awkwardly as I was laying on my side. I could feel her body up against mine, and I released the blanket hiding my quite noticable 'problem'. She looked down and slowly reached her hand down, rubbing it softly as my voice loudly protested.
"H-Hey! I-I don't think you should really be doing that!" She just looked over at me and smiled. I don't think she really knew what she was doing, especially to me, because she just giggled a bit and said "Orland had one of these too, when I bent down in my skirt." Of course, I pictured her leaning down wearing those tiny little things that were seperating her and me (and I detested completely) and she was not helping.
Not. One. Bit.
I sat up as she leaned back and away from me, the 'problem' hurting more and more as she slid on a different pair of shorts and a matching t-shirt, both in black. She lifted her hair out, and she turned to saunter down the hallway away from me, going downstairs singing loudly.
I needed a really cold shower.
When that was over and done with and I settled into a hard uncomfortable chair, eating eggs and reading from a newspaper that was on the table this morning, Aria was off doing something in the house and was most likely getting into trouble. I was too much engulfed in the paper to care, or notice, so she was free to do as she pleased. I barely noticed the words on the page, letting my mind wander into nothingness.
When I looked down I realised I finished everything quite some time ago. Aria bounced into the room cheerfully and looked around for a second before settling on me. I took a second to register that she was speaking, and I shook my head.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What would you like to do today."
A few thoughts went through my head, a considerable ammount very, very dirty. Like so dirty that Kyle would protest (not much, I garuntee you). I just smiled at Aria and asked her what she would like, because I was up for anything. She twirled around a bit before smiling at me and mentioning a few things, none of which I was particularly interested in, but I agreed to whatever she was planning. She just waved me towards the door as she walked out and I followed her into the sweltering heat.
She raced me to the Pier, which to be honest must have looked weird. A girl and her teacher running towards a dock to a little stingy boat that had been around since the town was founded, most probably. I didn't know what she was getting at, until she collapsed in fits of laughter while catching her breath. I felt like I was dying and figured it must have been a bad idea to wear jeans in that weather, but it was probably a good idea to keep them baggy so she wouldn't notice anything... suspicious.
"My dad brought Julia here, on their first date." She smiled and looked out to the island, sitting on the pier edge, too short to reach the water. I slid off my shoes and sat beside her, keeping my distance if there were anyone who decided to take a stroll and see us. I know Alicia often did buisness there, and Mana visted her often. And Cecilia. And men, but I was much to above myself to call her a she probably was...
"You know, you should call her your mother." I corrected her. I reminded myself of my own mom, asking me to call her by Chelsea. I wondered if it was because she couldn't stand the thought that I was her child, once.
"Julia doesn't like it. She said it makes her feel old" Aria's eyes glazed over as she recalled memories that had obviously troubled her. I leaned back and sighed, a small "oh" escaping my lips as I closed my eyes and felt the sun against my skin, hugging me until I felt like I was suffocating in my own skin. Aria noticed, and she kicked her feet out and leaned back, her hands behind her head as she stared into the cloudless sky.
"I know what it's like you know. Having parents like that." Aria perked up and looked over at me for a moment, her body settling. Maybe she didn't want to talk about this? I know I didn't, but I never told anyone before, maybe it'll be good for me. Or so my father said, but even when he pulled those little cards and tricks, I never spoke a word to him other then "shut up" or "okay".
"Like what?" Aria probed curiously. The poor girl didn't realise that's what parents aren't supposed to do. Parents are supposed to love their children and take care of them, to tell them you love them constantly. Aria's big curious eyes blinked and I got lost in them for a second.
"Like, yelling. Leaving." More then she knew, as a fact.
"Oh. Well I mean it could be worse, right?" She smiled at me.
I stayed quiet, until it was time to leave.
We walked home in silence, my feet still wet from the water, a cool breeze flowing through the streets giving me some form of relief. I thought I could hear scuttling from a leaf, but when I looked around I saw nothing. Aria seemed pleased though dispite the long silent afternoon. I saw a dim light glowing at my home, and I wondered how late it really was. My father was usually out for hours, he shouldn't have been back at that time, the sun was just setting and casting lovely shades against the sky. My worry increased, but not by much. If something happened I sure as hell would have heard about it sooner.
Opening the door, my father sat there in the kitchen, sipping tea and looking at us with curiousity. I looked down at Aria and patted her soft hair, telling her to go upstairs without my actual words being spoken. Aria nodded at me, walking upstairs calmly and fast. I sat across from my father and he gave me a quick raised eyebrow. I just stared at him, wanting him to continue.
"I see you have the young Aria one."
"Yes, I thought you would have noticed sooner that she was staying" I hoped that's what he meant.
"I see. I don't remember you asking for permission." He said accusingly. Well I'll be damned if my damn father needs to know my plans. If I were to bring another girl home he'd be thrilled.
"Well I don't remember having to ask my father a damn thing" My fur bristled, if I had any. The mayor just shook his head and took another sip, purposly making it agonizing for me. He smiled slyly, flipping through the paper.
"You know Barrett, this isn't what I wanted to talk about. But I suppose if people found out, you'd be considered kind of... funny. You hear me?" My father took a glance towards me and I avoided eye contact.
"I don't believe it's any of their buisness either." My father laughed at that. I wanted to smack him.
"Always like your mother." He said lowly, thinking I didn't hear it. A pang of remorse filled my stomach. I didn't want to be like mommy, not one fucking bit. Not after she left. "But I have some good news, though. I was asked out by an elderly woman not too long ago, I feel like I'm staying with her for a while." Bile rose up in my throat. My father, and... ugh.
"Well if that's all, I'm just going to- leave." I hesitated, looking over to the stairs. Should I just walk out, or go upstairs to talk to my love? I took the second option and took a few steps towards the stairs.
I think my father didn't realise I heard him say "wear a condom~" from downstairs.
As I walked upstairs I noticed the door to my moms room opened and Aria looking through the bookcase which I never touched since I was at least 8. My mother left when I was 7, and soon I found it harder to go near that cursed room. It repelled me like a forcefield, and I wasn't too happy with Aria in there, but I didn't mention it to her. I just stood outside the doorway as she looked at me and smiled.
"This room is really dusty. How long has it been since you were here?" Aria smiled. I shook my head. She just looked at all the magic books and studious books that had been older then time itself. My mother bought them in the city after she moved here with my father. I never asked him much about her, I just ignored all signs of her life and existence. I blocked her out like a bad memory. I motioned my finger to Aria to walk out and come with me, and she skipped towards me joyously. I was happy I could get her away from it, so I could once again ignore the room that I often had nightmares about.
Aria sat on her bed slowly and I did the same to mine. She shrugged off her clothes and I couldn't help but ogle that perfect form. Not too muscular, but not fat. She looked smooth, delicious even, even if I kind of felt bad for staring (she didn't notice). She changed into a white tank top that drove me crazy, and shrugged off her shorts and underwear to change. I looked away when she was changing underwear, I'm not a pervert, god what did you think I was?
"You can look now" She smiled. Stunning, truly, magnificantly stunning. My father would not be proud that I was looking at her now, but to my knowledge, he was still downstairs gabbing away on the phone with his new "friend". I blinked for a second, expecting her to dissapear, for this to all be a dream and found that I relaxed when she didn't.
She sat on her bed and crossed her legs, and I noticed the part where her legs- Ohmyfuckinggod.
She brushed the hair out of her face, and I couldn't help but think she looked older. More mature, like she'd aged in those few seconds then she ever had. I started noticing the little things when I looked at her, like the hues and shades in her eyes. The creases in her lips that made her look so much cuter, the way her chest moved when she laughed. The more I looked, the more interesting she became.
"What happened to your mom?" She asked. My insides fell apart. Did I want to talk about my mother? My useless, stupid mother? Should I just turn around and let Aria wonder, or actually talk to her about it?
"My mom left me when I was little" I said quietly. I remembered her fairwell, and I never even realised it when she was here. Only when she was gone did I miss her. I felt bad for that, but sometimes things need to leave in order for you to realise what you had.
"Oh. My mom didn't want me either" Aria smiled happily at me, but the tone in her voice said she was upset. My eyes narrowed at her, and I growled at her.
"Don't say that, your mom loves you." I said. I knew what it was like for a mom to not want you, and from what I had seen, Julia loved her daughter as much as she could. Aria just frowned.
"You don't know"
"Yes, I do know."
"No, you don't."
"I don't fucking think so."
Aria stared into my head with intensity. If there was anger, she wasn't expressing it. It was more like nothing, a big black void glaring at you, and that was the scariest part of it all. She just looked away and laid down, nestling into her pillow, staring at the ceiling.
Next thing I knew, and I don't even know what happened, but she's laying behind me, my head on her breasts as I felt her breathing. She was playing with my hair and brushing it out of my face every now and then as I ranted to her about that bitch I called my mother, once upon a time.
"and then she just up and left, up and fucking left."
She shook her head and hummed a little, leaning down to kiss my head in a nurturing way, and suddenly I didn't feel like the adult anymore. She was letting me lean on her, letting me rest my problems on her shoulders for the moment. The thing I liked most though, was that she didn't mind it one bit. She nuzzled my hair for a second before saying "people leave, things changed, but you shouldn't hold it on yourself. I'm sure somewhere, she's thinking about you." My mind blanked out as I felt her breath on my head, soothing, comforting. I closed my eyes and rested on her.
"I suppose your right, but what do you know of a mother that doesn't love you." I said again, reinstating the argument we had earlier. She just rested her head on mine and looked away.
I suddenly became aware of her body on mine, the lack of clothing we were both in. I was in my blue and white striped boxers, and she was in her barely-there nightgown or whatever you called it. I suddenly became aware her chest was under my head, and I could feel her stomach on my back, I could feel and see where her legs parted as I rested between them. I was suddenly aware that if I were to turn around, I'd be right directly over her, ready to-
The problem rose again.
No pun intended.
"A long time ago," she started. I felt she had a minor reason to tell me why her mother didn't love her, something childish. "I had a... funny friend of the family." She said it slowly, like I might get lost. I looked confused.
"What would that mean?" I said.
"He would... touch me. In bad places."
I didn't know what to feel. Hurt, angry, scared? What if she didn't trust me? What if I abused her trust, by kissing her or something else? Most of all, what if I killed him, right now, just end it all for him.
"I told my momma about it" Aria said 'momma' innocently and I gritted my teeth.
"She said I was a liar, and I just wanted attention." She shifted uncomfortably. What did Kyle do about it? Was Kyle around at that time, or was he still missing?
"She hit me, that day. For the first time. Even when she walked in on him kissing me in a bad place..." Her hands tenderly gripped my shoulder and she bit her bottom lip, lost in thought. This time it wasn't cute, this time it was more... disturbing, unsettling.
"She just walked out, and said never to say something like that again. So I thought momma didn't love me" She said sadly. If I didn't know better, I would have thought she was going to cry, but her facial expression changed into something happier. "He left a while back though, so I don't worry anymore"
"How long ago?"
"A month or two"
My fingers clenched the blanket. I thought I may tear everything in that fucking house apart, starting with the blankets. A pillow, a book. A matress, a table.
What really got me going though, was the fact that he had been doing it, while I still loved her.
I was silent for a long time, maybe hours. I remembered looking up and seeing Aria sleeping, and I thought it was unfathomable to hurt something that innocent. Then I remembered my previous thoughts, and quickly snapped myself out of it. "She'd want it to" I assured myself. "That's why I'm waiting for her say."
I got up slowly after a while of staring at that cute little face of hers, and settled her into the bed carefully, her head moving to one side lazily. My eyes wandered down her body as I gripped her hips, adjusting her more comfortably. They were so small and holdable, I could just stay like that, digging my nails into her skin to leave marks, getting everything I wanted. My eyes gazed down her underwear and around that one spot that I would just love to-
I backed away while I was still sane and in control, and walked out of my room and down the hall to the door at the end of the bedroom. I cracked it open, the floor dusty and the bed perfectly made since that day. I looked over at the aged books covered in dust and pages yellow. I stared at them for what seemed like hours, before I reached over and picked one up, throwing it into a corner. Soon I was ripping books, throwing them into walls, planning on burning them and the house down. Those books, those fucking books. I took a bunch and threw them onto the floor before looking around at the mess I made and wondering why they weren't awake yet. I certainly made sound, that's for sure.
Right then, I wanted to walk around and kick things, slam those little glass trinkets into a wall. Shatter a window, burn things. Just because of those little things. My mother, her friend of the family. My father, my schoolwork, the fact that as much as I wanted Aria Masey, I couldn't have her.
After standing there for a while and then falling onto the bed, kicking and screaming into the bed like a child throwing a hissyfit. I didn't want to grow up right then, I just wanted to be a kid again. I adjusted myself on my mothers bed, resting my head into her old pillows.
I found they still had her scent.
I curled up in them, and cried until I felt like I was going to drown.
My dreams are the only things I can get away in.
I can be a superhero, or fly!
Mommy, can I fly?
Can I Mommy?
Can I fly like you did?
I think I'd like to,
But not too high, because I just,
might,
fall.
Aria, Age 4.
We were in the woods swimming, just me and Orland
and I didn't really notice it was wrong to get naked and swim in a river in the middle of a monster infested area. But whatever he wanted I'd do, because I wanted a friend so badly. I hadn't even known his name until he told me later. I wonder sometimes if he remembers that time we decided...
Hey, lets just...
"Where are you staying?" Orland looked disinterested, but he looked uninterested in everything he was faced with. Aria smiled at him, her feet swaying back and forth. The Spring Valley. She destroyed the spawn points and monsters, and it was just them, sitting on a bridge built some time earlier crossing the river beneath them. It curved upward in a large arch, even if the bridge itself wasn't even 9 feet long.
"Barrett, apparently. My parents don't think I can hear what they talk about." Orland nodded, as though he understood. Aria leaned forward and nudged him playfully, a smile still on her face. Orland wondered how she could smile so much without her cheeks hurting.
"Do you remember, human..." Orland used his nickname on her again, and she scoffed and rolled her eyes at his playful name for her. "When we used to play in this same stream?" He continued, ignoring her response.
"Yes, what about it?" Orland was already to his feet and dragging her up, dragging her to the side of the river by the bridge. He slipped off his shoes and cracked a half smile, which made him look all the more handsome. Aria's eyes widened and she said "no", protesting loudly that she didn't feel like skinnydipping in an area like that, and someone like Cecilia could walk by. Orland laughed and rolled his eyes at her.
"Mom's not going to come around. Just do it, or are you chicken?" He stared at her, waiting for her reaction. Aria's cheeks puffed at him and he sent a mocking look at her. Aria wouldn't pass it up, now that he used the 'chicken' word. Everyone knew Aria Masey was one to go through a dare, and god help the one who called her chicken.
She quickly ditched the shirt and bra, kicking off her shorts as Orland did the same. He certainly was built, she noticed, and blushed quickly, feeling self consious with her eyes on him. He just sent a half grin at her, raising his eyebrows in a "continue" way, slowly sliding off his shorts teasingly. She just rolled her eyes and took it as playful and mocking friend-thing.
She hit the water soon enough so he wouldn't have to see her, and he turned around quickly at the splash to see her smiling face. Orland's mouth gaped. "NO FAIR!" He whined, ditching his underwear. She was careful not to look at him, and he noticed.
"Self-consious, are we?" he laughed at her. She just frowned again.
Wading over, underneath the bridge, she pushed herself against one end and he the other. "Didn't expect it would be so warm" he said, and she nodded. She was more nervous of someone walking by, she wouldn't dare risk that, she'd be the talk of the town... and Orland, oh Orland would be grounded for the rest of his life, maybe death. Jake didn't take too kindly from his son doing something like that, and Cecilia was a proud woman.
"Do you remember the time we were in here, and you splashed me in the face and almost made me drown?" Orland looked up at the cracks where sunlight was streaming through, making the water glitter in certain points. Aria laughed and sent him a look, half covered by the sunlight in her path.
"You were such a faker! Do you remember when we were down here and you thought it would be a good idea to teach me about the male anatomy?"
"You mean show me yours, I'll show you mine right?" He said. Her smile faded a little. She was kind of haunted by that memory, that she did something that shameful. It was silent for a few minutes before he was nearing closer.
"It's normal for kids to do that, you know." He said, trying to send her a comforting thought. She just shook her head as if to say no more, and she reached her hand up, curling her fingers through the large cracks in the wood that were worn away with age. Looking down, she didn't realise how close he'd gotton until she could almost feel his breath on her skin.
"You think, maybe... we could do that again?" He said. Aria just looked at him, unsure of what to say. Her parents had told her it was bad, but then again, if he was just curious, why not let a friend just find out what the big deal was? It was just touching, right? Besides, Orland wouldn't do something that shameful, right?
Wrong.
Aria nodded, and Orland took it as a go ahead. He was close to her, and she could see his hands through the water, touching her hips lightly with his hands as they wandered upward, one hand grazing past her chest. Her body shivered, and in her head she was wondering what happened. He just smiled at her and ran his hands harder over her breast earning a little moan from her. Once again, she wondered what happened with her. What was that noise? Why couldn't she stop it? Orland knew she was too innocent to realize what he was going to do, so he took the chance to 'teach' her.
"See how hard they get?" He said, referring to the pink buds under his hands. She nodded. He smiled maliciously.
"That means you like it." He said again, his eyes catching hers. Orbs of blue on orbs of brown. She felt his hands leave her, and she didn't feel anything until he felt a hand on the one part that was supposed to be personal. Her body raised a bit and her mouth opened, a little gasp or choke escaping her lips. Orland raised an eyebrow at the cute sound she made, and moved a little farther, rubbing the jewel between his fingers. Maybe he could make her do that sound again?
Her eyes clenched shut as she felt his fingers on that one little spot, and her fingers trembled. Orland took it as a good sign, and removed his hands, letting the pleading look of Aria meet his and he laughed. She bit her lip and looked down. What was becoming of her? Was she turning into a whore, like her mother explained?
He moved his hand to push long, silver hair behind his ears, exposing the points showing that he was an elf. A pure blooded, silver tongued elf. She soon knew what they meant by silver tongued, when his head dissapeared underwater to feel something long and warm touch the spot Orland was once touching with his fingers. She gripped the bridge with force, thinking she just might slip away into euphoria as she felt something slide far up inside her to points she never even knew existed. A blush erupted on her cheeks and she wondered how long he could stay underwater without breathing. He soon came up, and looked at her with a trademark smiling face. He looked almost... evil.
"Oh good, I thought you might drown" she blushed as he stuck his long tongue out at her.
"I'm an elf, we can go up to 15 minutes." He winked at her and she blushed.
"Now, I want my turn, what way do you suppose we should do this?" He said, leading her into the forest of confusion. She blinked a few times before he realized she didn't know anything he was saying. He just came closer, resting his arms beside her, letting his stomach brush against hers.
"I think this way would be best..." He said quietly but sternly. She wondered what he meant, until she felt searing pain up into her spine and through her arms.
She didn't scream, but it was worse then getting stabbed with a buffamoo's horn, and believe her, she knows what that's like. She bit into his shoulder and he didn't seem to mind as he waited there for a second, before noticing a little bit of blood washing the way the stream was going. He looked worried as he turned to look her in the eye.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He said frantically. If she weren't the one in pain, she would have laughed at him. Orland, caring. Wow.
She breathed for a few seconds before detaching herself from his shoulder and wrapping his arms around her, instructing him to move.
And so he did.
Every little sound he made, wanted her to feel him more. Every little sound she made, however, made him want to do her for hours. It was odd, that feeling, to him. A cross between lust, and maybe something else. Not love though, he didn't think. Every little thought about that flew out the window when he felt her inside for the first time. To Aria, however, it was probably a cross between torture and longing for a release. If it was so forbiddon, that must have been why it was so pleasurable.
And when it was over, the only thing on her mind, was if Barrett would do something like that with her.
The Goblin and the Wooly
Once upon a time, the Goblin was feeling alone, as all his other Goblin friends had left him behind. His Mommy was nowhere to be found, and his heart was broken, because Goblinette did not accept his love!
"Oh woe" said the Goblin with a tip of his hat. "I seem to have lost everything I loved"
So he walked and walked, looking for his friends and Mommy, but they were nowhere to be found, so the sweet little Goblin sat down on a log and began to cry.
Somewhere, a Wooly heard the Goblins cries, and went to talk to him to make him feel better. The Goblin just got mad at the little Wooly, and raised his knife to strike him.
"You are a Wooly! We are enemies, and I don't want to be friends!" The Goblin cried, prepared to bring the knife down to strike the poor Wooly and send him on his way. But the Wooly cried stop, and hugged him.
"If you take one path, it's okay to go back, and something is never gone until you let them out of your heart."
So the Goblin sat down and hugged the Wooly, and the two left to find the Goblin's family and friends.
On the way, the Goblin met many people, but his mother was still nowhere to be found,
But the Goblin was tired and didn't want to continue on, and the Wooly decided to stay with him,
And there the Goblin realized he did not need his old friends because he made new ones along the way.
Goblin was sure the wise Wooly's words were true,
And the two married and lived happily ever after
Because friends can be found in the worst of enemies
And love can be found in friends
Sorry, sorry, sorry. Meow.
I know you're waiting for that Barrett x Aria part, and it will be coming soon, I promise. I hope you're happy with this chapter though, just leave me a review telling me what I should do.
And thanks to that one person who gave me an idea for a next chapter between Barrett and Aria, I'll definitely be doing that sometime soon :
anyway, reviews make me update faster and whatnot.
P.S. If you got the point of that story, then you get a cookie :3
