CHAPTER 4 JARED #9
"Fuck me, please," I moan, and he begins moving with a rhythm that's almost meditative.
Long, slow thrusts that let me feel every ridge of his cock passing through my tunnel.
All the while, he keeps looking straight into my face, another thing I'm not used to.
Mark always preferred taking me from behind, almost anonymously, and on the rare occasions we faced each other, he'd bury his face against my shoulder.
That's why this eye contact feels almost startling, unfamiliar.
Because what am I supposed to do with my eyes?
What expression should I wear while being plowed?
Heat creeps into my cheeks, but I don't look away. I keep my gaze boldly locked on him.
He keeps rocking between my thighs with smooth, unhurried strokes, taking me, possessing me, and under that steady rhythm and the relentless burn of my heat, my body begins responding in rising waves.
Multiorgasming is a normal part of heats.
My fingers clutch at his shoulders as I come once, then again not long afterward, then a third time.
They aren't explosive climaxes, but soft, intensely sweet waves sweeping over me, easing the ache until I'm close to being satiated, but still leaving this tiny little flicker of wanting more.
Only a knot can bring that kind of complete fulfillment, but I can't expect something like that from someone I don't know, especially without the emotional closeness such intimacy requires. Things like that take time.
Even so, through sheer persistence and time, as I near my sixth orgasm and my body shimmers with a layer of sheen, the much-needed relief finally begins to spread through me.
I feel the tension draining from my muscles until I become strangely light, almost weightless, my body going completely slack.
At last, wrapped in the slow, steady glide of his cock inside me, feeling hazily blissful, I feel my eyelids growing heavy on their own.
The exhaustion of the day finally catches up with me. His movements become almost like a lullaby as I drift away, forgetting the world, the fear, and everything I left behind, falling asleep in the arms of the green entity who still fills me with slow, gentle strokes.
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I open my eyes.
For a moment, I look around without knowing where I am, but the haze clears quickly. I'm lying on a bed inside the house where the green being carried me. A warm fur blanket is draped over me.
My hair lies beside me in a… braid.
Wait, what? I stare at it for a long moment, turning the end between my fingers. I haven't gone crazy, I didn't braid it! Apparently, while I was asleep, the fae did.
I sit there with my mouth slightly open, staring at my hair, and a strange thought crosses my mind. During all the years I was with Mark, he never braided my hair, not even once. Maybe he simply didn't know how, but the green dude apparently does, and he did it…
It's strangely sweet. Maybe he didn't want my hair to get tangled?
Whenever I had sex with Mark, I always had to keep my hair tightly braided because he never cared if strands got caught beneath us. He'd keep pulling until it hurt, completely ignoring my whimpers. So having sex with my hair loose is something entirely new to me too.
I sit up and look around for the entity, but he's nowhere to be seen.
For a moment, anxiety grips me. What if he's gone forever, leaving me here at the very beginning of my heat?
Then something far more alarming hits me.
My phone is still in my backpack, the one I tossed aside in the clearing where we had sex for the first time. Damn it, I have to get it back and let everyone know I'm alive.
I swing my legs off the bed, only to realize I left my pants in that clearing too. I curse under my breath. All I have is my jacket, my boots somehow, and my bare ass.
I carefully look around the room. There's no obvious wardrobe, but I notice there are actually two sets of doors, not just the ones I assume lead to the bathroom.
I open the other pair and find a tiny second room, almost like a pantry.
It's filled with food supplies, but there are wardrobes in there as well.
I feel guilty rummaging through someone else's belongings, but I have to find a way back to that clearing. I need to make use of this brief break between the heat waves.
Inside one wardrobe, I find clothes that look like something a forester, hunter, or maybe a ranger would wear. Green jackets, thick warm hoodies, military-style cargo pants, tactical pants.
Wow… umm.
What if whoever owns this place is some lunatic hiding out in the woods, shooting people?
Fuck. What if he comes back and finds me here, naked and spread open? I don't even have my gun. Without it, he'd probably take advantage of me.
Then again… maybe not. People don't spend the entire year living in their vacation cabins. I try to force a little common sense into my head, which isn't easy when you've been getting fucked in heat by a forest fae.
There's another problem. I can feel dried streaks of semen on my thighs and across my ass. I need to deal with that too.
I back out because I remember there's another door leading from the main room.
Just as I expected, it's a small bathroom.
Whoever built it made sure everything here was made from natural materials.
The walls are covered with stone tiles, and there's even a stone bathtub.
I have no idea how it's heated because when I turn the rather old-fashioned faucet, warm water begins flowing immediately.
I don't hear any kind of heater, and there's no window in the room, so I have no idea how it works.
I quickly climb into the tub and let the warm water run over me. There's soap too, an eco-friendly bar made with only a handful of ingredients. Apparently, the owner values nature and keeps chemicals to a minimum, even in cosmetics. Hmm. A certain someone does the same. What a curious coincidence.
I scrub myself clean with the wonderful natural soap, then dry off with a linen towel.
A moment later, I leave the bathroom.
Back at the wardrobe room, I search through it again and, cursing under my breath, pull on a pair of pants that were obviously made for someone much taller than me.
After rolling up the pant legs and pulling on my boots, I step outside the forest cabin dressed like this.
The door isn't locked, which is reassuring. The mysterious green entity isn't trying to keep me here against my will.
Looking around, I spot what seems to be a faint set of tire tracks pressed into the grass. Does some jeep actually make it out here?
Well… I guess it has to. This place is stocked with all kinds of supplies. Someone had to bring them here.
But now I have something far more urgent to deal with. I roughly remember the direction we came from, so I head that way. It wasn't a long walk, but the farther I go, the more uncertain I become. Was it really here? Or did we veer a little farther left? Maybe a little farther right?
Fear and frustration build inside me. Dusk has already settled over the forest. It must be around five in the afternoon. Long shadows stretch between the trees.
Finally, I reach the clearing.
The first thing that catches my eye is a beautiful circle of flowers surrounding the spot where we had the explosive sex.
I stare in shock.
It looks… magical. Unreal.
The flowers grew around us.
But… why?
My thoughts are interrupted when I catch sight of my backpack lying some distance away. It's open.
"Shit," I mutter as I walk over, remembering I'd left a sandwich inside. Whatever found it scattered the rest of my belongings too. Some small animal, maybe a fox or something similar.
Unfortunately, it gets even worse. During all that messy scavenging, it dragged out my phone as well, and now it's lying face-up in the wettest part of the entire clearing.
"Goddamn it, my luck!" I mutter under my breath.
The worst part is that I can already feel another wave of heat building inside me.
My thighs keep pressing together on their own, my body burns, as I kneel there staring at my useless phone.
Water must've gotten inside because it's completely dead.
I wipe it off, blow into the charging port, try everything I can think of, but nothing happens. The damn thing is fried.
Just perfect. Alex won't panic yet. I told him to wait twenty-four hours before worrying, and I've only been gone twelve, maybe thirteen. Still, if I can't find another phone, I'm in trouble. Poor Alex is going to drive himself crazy wondering what happened to me.
And what about Tommy? His dad is caught in a crazy—
Another cramp tears through my body.
Fuck… damn it, what now? I grab the phone and turn back toward the cabin, walking slowly because I don't want to raise my heart rate. Last time that was enough to trigger another wave.
By the time I reach the cabin, something feels different. For some reason I know exactly where he is this time. It's almost as if I can sense a powerful presence inside.
I stop outside the door, my nerves tensing, and I knock softly.
A moment of silence follows before the door opens, and once again I'm standing face-to-face with the fae.
Those glowing eyes study me, almost as if he'd expected me to run away, to disappear for good.
I raise my phone. "A fox got into my backpack. Well… into my sandwich, more precisely. But my phone ended up lying in the wet grass, and I think it's toast." I give him a somewhat helpless look and spread my hands.
For a second, I consider telling him I need to contact someone, but I change my mind. Asking a green entity for a phone seems just too ridiculous.
Without a word, he steps back and lets me inside.
"Sorry, I had to borrow these pants. I don't know if they're yours or someone else's, but I couldn't exactly walk through the forest with my ass hanging out," I mumble apologetically.
The fae still says nothing. He simply stands there, watching me.