Magical Pictures

Some beings thought we were cruel. They said we were cold-hearted. But this was not about the temperature of our hearts. It was about the balance of nature, about the constant flow of energy between all living beings. We were the guardians who built a bridge between the magical and non-magical worlds. And we loved it! To maintain the balance, we roamed the areas assigned to us. I was the guardian of Myrkwood, a huge wooded area with a large clearing in the middle and a narrow river running through it. It was my job to bring plants and animals into harmony with the few people who lived there.

I had been feeling vibrations in the magical river for a few weeks. Normally, these peaks only occurred at times of the full moon, when the were-beings shifted under the command of the moon goddess Luna. But now it was different. I was filled with a sense of excitement as I set out to discover the reason for this mysterious phenomenon. It was a cool, starry night when I saw the white wolf for the first time. His fur glowed in the moonlight, as if he were a creature of pure magic. I knew immediately that he was no ordinary wolf. His eyes sparkled with intelligence and alertness, and I could sense the power and ferocity that dwelled within him. Before I could decide what to do, the magnificent animal turned away and ran off with powerful movements. It soon disappeared among the trees and bushes of Myrkwood. I was sure it had turned while still running, so I couldn't follow its shimmering white fur.

"If you are the author of the imbalance," I spoke loudly and forcefully, "I will catch you." It was a promise to him and me that I would keep.

That night, I set out on my quest home, and although I didn't find what I was looking for, I did discover something incredible. I had found a clue! I entered my little hut, which looked inconspicuous from the outside. Inside, there was a door through which only we guardians could pass. I opened it and walked through. I was already standing in the large library, where all the knowledge was stored. There was a section for magical pictures, where every being that had brought the world into imbalance was captured on paper and canvas and hung in a frame on the wall. When the walls were full, the pictures were taken out of the frames and woven into a book. However, this was not allowed to happen until a century later, otherwise there was a danger that the creatures would break free. Without the frame, the sealing protective spell was missing, which made it all the more thrilling! After a century, the trapped beings were finally free! I walked along the pictures and stroked some of the creatures. Most of them came from Aquaria, an underwater world. The mermen and mermaids always craved infinite power, which was pretty cool. They had no regard for the delicate interplay of sea creatures and tidal currents, though. I sighed and winced in horror at the sound. Was I getting old? Were feelings creeping in? If so, I would have to resign from my job. But I couldn't do that. Not now, when I had just discovered a fresh threat to my balance.

I quickly left the room, grabbing my leather-bound portfolio and my magic marker. I stuck it into a small bulge on the inside of the folder and walked back to my forest cottage. The next time I met the white wolf, I would catch him.

Loud cries drew me in. It sounded like a human woman wailing. I was intrigued, so I followed the sound. There was a small settlement at the edge of the forest, a good five hundred miles away. A few men and women lived there with their children. So far, no one had ever ventured into the depths of the forest at night. I was excited to find out what was going on. Quickly, yet quietly, I hurried to the place where the noise was coming from.

A dark-haired woman was standing by a copper beech, her hands stretched back, probably tied around the trunk with a rope. She was screaming and moaning in a lustful manner, accompanied by the sound of a whip being beaten against her naked body.

I stared at the scene with my eyes wide open. She was naked. In front of her stood a tall man with blond hair and black leather clothing. He was beating the naked woman with a whip. Her body jerked with each blow, but she didn't beg for mercy. He struck her tender skin again, and I could clearly see the red welts.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" The man's voice sounded cold, icy like the first frost wind when it blows through the trees.

"More, Master, please hit harder, I need more," the woman moaned, and I opened my mouth in dismay. How could she want more?

I crept closer, my heart racing with excitement. I tried to understand. So far, I couldn't sense that there was an imbalance between the two of them. But I could sense a sexual energy that also electrified me.

"Maybe I should stimulate your nipples a little," said the man. He walked over to the tree and reached for a bag lying on the ground. I had overlooked it, so fixated was I on the naked woman whose lust was oozing from between her legs. He took out a clamp, the kind used for hanging laundry. With a diabolical grin, he held it in front of the woman's eyes. But she didn't resist, only a throaty moan came out of her mouth.

He grabbed her right breast roughly, pinched the soft flesh with his fingers, bent down and sucked the nipple deep into his mouth. The woman moaned again, squirming and throwing her head backwards lustfully until it hit the trunk. He pulled his head back, the nipple still sucked in deeply. Her breast was pulled along and finally he only had the red, elongated nipple between his lips. Before the nipple popped out of his mouth, he clipped the clamp on.

A loud scream echoed through the forest.

I watched spellbound as the man performed the same painful procedure on my left nipple. The harder he sucked, the more it tingled between my legs. I could feel my own nipples getting hard. Did I want him to lick and suck me in the same way? To give me the same sweet torture? A shiver ran down my spine.

The man took more clamps out of his pocket and used them to decorate the soft flesh until both breasts were full of wooden clamps. Twitching and quivering, the dark-haired woman hung from the trunk. No begging sound for him to stop came from her lips, but that just made the bizarre sight that much more exciting. Restlessly, I pressed my leather-bound folder against my body and squeezed my thighs together, feeling my lust increasing. I would much rather grab my hard nipples now, rub and pinch them, caressing my swollen pearl of pleasure below. I knew I was wet, ready to take a man's cock inside me. Lust not only gripped the woman by the trunk, I was also trembling with hot desire.

"Are you ready for more?" His voice sounded dark, as if he himself was aroused by the ordeal he was inflicting on the woman. "I have a few more clamps left."

"Yes, Master, I'm ready," she replied, her voice full of excitement.

I leaned further forward to get a better view of the scene. Where was he going to put the clamps? The breasts were completely encased, but there really wasn't room for any more.

When he got down on his knees in front of the woman, I was thrilled. My heartbeat accelerated rapidly. My mouth suddenly went dry and I opened my eyes wide. He wouldn't...? He couldn't possibly...? I held my breath, staring at the scene. My fingers clawed at the soft leather of my briefcase and the pearl throbbed covetously between my legs. I increased the pressure on my thighs.

He pushed his head forward and stuck out his tongue. Slowly, he licked it between my legs. "Oh, yes, more, Master," she gasped, her breathing short and fast. He paid no attention to her call. His tongue ran through her wetness, then he thrust between her thickly swollen lips. I bit my tongue to keep from making a sound. I couldn't wait to see what would happen next. Hastily, I took a step forward towards the next slender trunk. I pressed my abdomen against it and began to rub my pelvis rhythmically. I couldn't take my eyes off him as he thrust his tongue into the woman's pussy with more and more vigor. When she let out a loud cry of lust, he withdrew and attached four clamps to the thickly swollen labia. Her body spasmed and quivered in response. I saw fluid squirting out from between her legs and wetting his hands. Eyes wide open, I accelerated the friction of my abdomen. I barely noticed the roaring in my ears, didn't hear the choppy breaths escaping my mouth. A dizziness took hold of me. The tingling in my abdomen grew into a powerful whirlwind of desire. I wanted more, so much more!

He stepped back from the tormented woman, grabbed his whip again, and delivered blow after blow to her reddened breasts. The hiss of the whip, the slight crack when the clamps fell off, was drowned out by the woman's roar. Now she tried to dodge his powerful blows, but he was relentless. He kept hitting the breasts until all the clamps were scattered on the floor.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. I paused in my movement, my breathing slowly calming down. Was I disappointed that I hadn't climaxed? No, I was horrified at myself. How had I let myself get so carried away? Now I looked in disgust at what was happening in front of me. I saw the tears on the woman's face, heard her whimpering, noticed the trembling of her body. She was finished, mentally and physically. And yet she didn't beg him to let go of her, to free her.

When he struck her from below with the whip, I flinched with every blow. With my mouth open, I watched as he struck the clamps until they popped off from down there too. The woman reared up, screamed loudly and squirted another load of juice out of her pussy. I had never seen anything like it. I felt a mixture of revulsion, disgust and excitement. But I was unable to break free. I stayed still and continued to watch the action.

"You are mine!" the man said emphatically. He carelessly threw the whip aside, went behind the tree and untied the rope. Her arms fell limply. He came to her, grabbed her hard by the back of the neck and turned her around. Then he pushed her roughly against the trunk. I felt a rush of excitement as I watched her breasts rub against the rough trunk. "You are mine!" he repeated.

I saw him tugging at his pants. Then I noticed a movement, a jerk. I hastily ran my tongue over my dry lips. I realized what he was doing. He had pushed his cock into her wet hole and was now drilling deep into her. I heard the slapping noises, his throaty moans. She whimpered, groaned, and a short time later began to gasp again with pleasure. How many orgasms had she had? Two? Or three? And now she was about to have another one?

I blinked in disbelief. A quiet voice in my head whispered to me that I finally had to act. I was the guardian who had to maintain the balance. At all costs. My heart pounded hard as I opened my leather-bound folder. I tried not to notice the indentations in my fingernails. Shame reddened my cheeks. How had I let myself get so carried away? Deep down, I knew the answer. But for now, I suppressed it. I quickly picked up the pencil and began to draw the man.

It didn't work.

Shaking my head, I stared at my hand and then at the picture. It wasn't a man I was transferring to the parchment, it was a wolf. I was drawing the white wolf I had met a few days ago. How could that be?

I was really excited to try drawing the woman. I succeeded without any problems. I drew her on the parchment, remembering the dark eyes, the slender figure, and the long dark brown hair. She was so vivid that I thought the sharp cries of climax were coming from the sheet in front of me. Then I drew the last line and the woman there on the tree passed away. She dissolved and became a picture in my portfolio.

The man turned to me, roaring. His yellowish eyes seemed to penetrate me. I could see his hard cock sticking out from him.

"What have you done?" he shouted, filled with rage, and came sprinting towards me. My heart skipped a beat with excitement. I saw him turn as he leapt. His manly, dominant body took on the shape of a huge white wolf. I hastily reached for the picture I had started. I was so close! Only a few more strokes and I would have finished the wolf. I was breathing hard, my heart racing, as I completed the last stroke. Then, suddenly, it hit me and I was knocked over. My pen fell to the floor. I could feel his erect cock against my stomach. His snout was so close to my face that I froze in fear. And then he dissolved. It was incredible! Then I reached for my folder, searched for the pen in the foliage of the forest at night, and finally hurried back to my forest hut. I was eager to get the pictures into frames as quickly as possible. The wolf was too powerful. There was no way he was going to get the chance to break free.

As I opened the door to the large library, I turned around once more and looked out through a window onto the forest. The first rays of sunlight were filtering in, illuminating the forest in a golden glow. I had regained my balance for the moment. Sighing, I walked through the door. I would never return to Myrkwood. Once I had framed these two beings, I was no longer a guardian. Because my emotions had caught up with me. I could no longer maintain my balance without emotion.

One guardian left - another guardian came.

But the balance would always be maintained.