A gift for my wfe. SHe disliked demon so we used diffrent Laurie, a skinny girl. I prefer demon, i want this story re-done with demon. Enjoy anyway. Enjoy birthday my handsome spouse
Nightmare Woods
By Sphinx
Laurie Stride remained quiet from her perch in the large oak tree, listening out for any sounds of rustling in the underbrush below. Her thighs were beginning to ache from the position she held, but she didn't dare move from her spot, hidden in the foliage of the tree.
She kept her breathing as quiet as possible, though it still sounded way too loud in her ears. There was no wind today, so no chance of her scent being blown to possible prey to alert possible prey of her position.
Her bow was readily armed, just in case a flicker of movement caught her eye. Its arrow was razor-sharp, having been a handcrafted gift from Michael. A whole quiver of arrows able to take down a bear.
Their little cabin in the woods was quaint and out of the way but Laurie did miss the occasional supermarket visit now and then, she did enjoy hunting when there was actually game to be hunted.
But today it seemed that there were no animals in sight. Not even a hint of a rustle in the trees or the bushes below. After at least half an hour of sitting quietly in the tree, she was beginning to feel more than a little tired.
Laurie usually spent her hours hiding from prey thinking about her new life with Michael, trying to forget everything that came before. Here, in the middle of the woods, they were free from everyone and everything, with no one to judge them and no one to tell them what to do.
Even just thinking of Michael made her blush, a red-hot flash crept up her neck as thoughts of the coming night filled her head. It had officially been six months since they moved to the little cabin in the Woods and started taking care of each other rather than depending on society.
Michael hadn't said that there would be anything special tonight, though he never really said anything at all, but she had an idea that once he came back from where he was chopping and collecting wood, their anniversary night would be very special indeed.
She nearly let out a sigh of relief when a little rustle sounded below her, she pulled back her arm pulling the bowstring taunt as she aimed with a sharp arrowhead at the large grouse below. The bird was big, and she could already imagine biting into it spiced meat, savouring the fat on its bones, her first real substantial meal since two days ago when they finally finished the rest of the boar that they had caught, well, Michael had caught. She'd barely been brave enough to approach the thing, let alone kill it, Michael hadn't thought twice before approaching and shooting down the wild beast.
He was steadfast like that, there was nothing and no one that frightened him.
Laurie took a deep breath to pull back her arrow and fired at the unexpecting grouse beneath, it barely had time to shriek in distress before her arrow shot straight through its neck. A clean, clear shot.
She would have preferred to use the gun but that was one of their only rules, no guns. They were too loud and attract too much attention, they scared off the game and attracted nosy people.
She waited in the tree for a few more minutes before slowly climbing down gripping on a few strips of solid bark before landing silently on the leafy ground below. The seasons were already turning, hot days soon became cooler and shorter as leaves started falling turning orange and amber.
She picked up her kill by its feet, grunting at its weight and started to follow her markings back to the house. Laurie was more than satisfied that her kill would make a hearty meal along with the fresh herbs and vegetables they'd plucked just this morning.
The cabin came into view and she smiled just at the sight of it. This felt like home more than anywhere else ever had.
Surviving in the wilderness was no easy job, but Michael was a skilled survivalist and had taught her everything she needed to know so that they could both work on jobs that would keep them fed and warm.
They'd even managed to purchase a few meagre farm animals from a travelling tradesman who'd been lost in the woods searching for some famed oracle a few weeks back. Two cows, a male sheep and a nanny goat along with four chickens and a rooster (which they kept relatively far from their main house due to the amount of noise it made in the morning.
Other than the animals, they were alone all the time. She hadn't seen another human being until that tradesman had popped up out of nowhere and given them his animals for fear that his oracle would sacrifice them.
The poor man had probably been scammed into thinking that there was such a person that actually lived in the woods. Though they were extremely dense and could easily hold more than one con-woman pretending to be a witch but was someone who just hated the common day to day routine of the real world.
Laurie strode across the clearing and onto the little paved area which led up to the front entrance of their cottage made from wood and stone. They had spent their first few days after moving in cleaning up the place and revamping it to make it look neater than the abandoned state it had been in before they found it.
Michael had initially wanted to build a house from scratch, but they'd changed their plans the moment they had laid eyes on the abandoned cottage that still lay in pretty good shape despite its few quirks.
The cottage looked beautiful now, with green and red throned ivy roaming up the sides of the walls and the white window shutters spread throughout the house, always open to let in as much sun as possible.
Laurie shouldered through the pale blue front door and dropped her bow and quiver on the mantle before approaching the large wooden table in the middle of the kitchen and setting the grouse down before grabbing one of their skinning knives. She set it down carefully next to her before beginning to pluck the bird of its feathers, making sure to pile them neatly in a bag so they could be used at a later date.
Everything they used here was always saved.
Just in case.
She glanced at the gun that lay hidden over the top of the kitchen door. No guns except for one which they would be able to use against intruders, though she hoped that day never came. Michael was always rather safe than sorry.
At the thought of him wielding a gun with a look of fury on his face, she bit back a smile at the thought of his face contorted in looks of pleasure rather than wrath. Even though they hadn't taken it that far yet, they'd been sharing a bed for a while along with a few lazy kisses here and there. But never further. She hadn't been ready but now…
Laurie shook her head and realised she'd been staring at the grouse instead of plucking it and got back to the chore with a sigh, willing her racing heart to calm down. She wasn't sure if that was a natural reaction to just thinking about the possibility of her and Michael's entwined bodies or if she was just really sex-starved.
She finished with the last of the grouse feathers and chucked them in one of the free cupboards below the sink before cleaning out the meat and picking out the gross innards, feet and head. They'd feed that bit to the wolves that prowled the woods at night. Often leaving them little gifts of meat had prevented the beasts from stalking the house or attacking their animals.
Finally done with the grouse, she set it aside and began chopping up the vegetables they'd be adding to the meal tonight, impatient for the firewood to be brought so that they could begin cooking.
Out of the corner of her eye, Laurie saw a figure walking towards the house from the view of the window to her left. She flipped her head around and grinned broadly at the sight of Michael walking towards the cottage with a bag filled with chunks of firewood in one hand and something slung over his shoulder.
She waved when he looked up and saw her watching him, nodding his own head in greeting. The mask he wore sometimes covered up his features a little bit too well, sometimes, but she had become pretty good at persuading him to take it off.
"Hello there, scary man," she chirped when he entered the room and closed the door behind him. He grunted (which signalled his greeting in return) and disappeared into their comfortable main living room, which housed their fireplace, before returning to show her his own hunting produce.
She stuck out her tongue when he lifted up four fat, large hares.
"You're a show-off, you know that?" she said and sighed before grabbing the hares and skinning them before rubbing them in salt and hanging them up to be cooked tomorrow. At least she wouldn't have to go out hunting tomorrow.
He grunted again, though this one seemed to come out more sarcastic and amused. Of course, I'm showing off, why wouldn't I?
She stuck out her tongue again and he walked up to her, lifting his hand to cup her face and run a thumb over her lips. She cocked her head to the side, and he gave another little huff before leaving to set up the fire in the kitchen fireplace where they cooked.
From that touch alone, she felt like her core was on fire and she swallowed the lump in her throat along with the desire to pounce on him. She leaned against the table and watched as he bent down and stabilised the logs, coaxing a small flame from the flint before helping it catch onto the woods. Soon, the fire was high and ready, and she lifted the grouse to set it to cook.
"Let's go sit in the living room while we wait?" She suggested. He nodded his agreement.
Michael stalked ahead and flopped down on one of the pillows, followed closely behind by Laurie who settled down in his side, feeling dwarfed by his size.
He shifted his hand to place it on her thigh while she lay her head back in the crook of his arm. His hand started tracing letters on her bare skin, tickling it and raising gooseflesh. They had developed their own sort of silent communication with him being mute.
He traced the letters on her thigh, and she deciphered them.
T-E-L-L M-E A S-T-O-R-Y
She angled her head up to look at him, to peer at the slit of his eyes available through his mask. She reached up and tugged at the bottom before gliding it up and over his face, so she could read his emotions once more.
Just as it had all the times she'd seen it, his face took her breath away. Enough so that she wasn't at all mad he wore the mask all day if only to prevent the world from witnessing his beauty, she hadn't wanted to share him with anyone.
"What kind of story?" She breathed, staring into his eyes, meeting his gaze.
S-O-M-E-T-H-I-N-G H-A-P-P-Y
She took a breath and racked her brain for anything. Memories from her childhood, the tales of nursery rhymes.
"Once upon a time," she began and turned to look at the setting sun through the window across from where they were sitting together. "There was a girl called Belle who loved to read. She lived with her father, who was a skilled craftsman and would travel far and wide to sell his gizmos all over the world. She was a lonely girl, preferring to make friends with the characters in her books rather than interact with the real world. The townspeople called her strange for in this time it was uncommon for a girl to be alone in the house without her mother and to be able to read like only men should have had the privilege to."
"One day, Belle's father didn't return home from one of his travels, but his horse did, so, with no thoughts as to her safety, Belle leapt upon the horse and bade it take her to her father."
Michael's eyebrows lifted in question so she could almost read the words rolling around in his mind – and the horse just magically knew where she needed to go?
Laurie ignored him and carried on. "It had turned out that on his return journey from his sales, Belle's father had stopped to pick his daughter a rose, just as he always did, but in the process was kidnapped and held hostage by the most horrible of beasts with long, sharp claws, hideous horns and rotten fangs."
All this for a rose?
"Belle sought out this beast and traded her father's life for her own, condemning herself to life imprisonment so her father could return home and see a doctor for an illness he'd picked up in the beast's castle. "
"Luckily, Belle had made friends with the beings of the castle, all trapped in forms of household items such as handheld chandeliers, clocks and feather dusters who all ensured her meals to eat and a nice room to sleep in. They told the girl of a curse they'd all been put under but wouldn't give her any details on how she might save them from this curse."
"Over time, Belle started spending time with the beast. He showed her his vast library and gave her free reign over all the books housed there. Soon they became friends."
"As the seasons changed and it grew colder, Belle came to care for the beast, learning about his personality on the inside rather than how his looks gave his appearance on the outside. She might have even come to love him."
Laurie paused in the memory of the book she'd read and reread when she was younger, always wishing for a fairy-tale romance like Belle, who was wittier than the other princesses who'd relied on the men to save them. Belle had loved but also shown independence in a world dominated by men.
She looked back up at Michael, staring at her intently, waiting for the story to continue.
That can't be all of it? Tell me the rest.
"The beast invited Belle to a ball, and she dressed in a gown spun of pure gold. They danced throughout the night and when morning came, he gave her a gift. A mirror through which she could see her father. What it showed her, however, was not a pleasant sight."
"The men of the village had deemed her father insane for his tales of the beast taking his daughter hostage. He was sick and helpless and Belle… She was devastated, unable to help her father from the terror of the town's people. The beast, seeing her grief, let her go. He let her leave to return to her father so she might help him. He bade her keep his magic mirror so she might always remember him."
"Unfortunately for the beast, he, himself was running out of time, for the curse placed among the servants of the household was the same he had placed among himself. He had a beautiful rose which he kept in a glass covering, a singular petal shrivelled every week. And once the rose had died, his servants would be trapped in the bodies of their inanimate objects and he would be forced to live out his days alone, trapped himself in the body of a beast."
Laurie's eyes clouded and her voice broke, but she pushed on.
"Belle approached her village and showed the people the beast through the lens of the mirror to prove her father sane. She told them that the beast was kind, but they didn't believe her," Laurie's voice turned sour. "So, they locked her up too."
"But Belle was cunning and got loose, freeing herself to rush back to the castle to warn the beast from the mob of townspeople who were about to attack his castle. She got there too late; he'd been injured from the bullets of a man who wanted to claim her hand in marriage. Belle ran to the beast's side and knelt by him, proclaiming her love just as the last rose petal shrivelled and fell. "
"Time seemed to slow as Belle wept for her beast that she'd been unable to save."
She looked up at Michael to see his own eyes lined with silver as she continued on with her tale.
"Just then, as if by a miracle, his claws started shrinking back into his skin, leaving clean hands in their wake. The fur covering his body receded and his fangs shifted to normal teeth. Belle
watched in amazement as the beast reverted back to his original human self, a handsome prince who had been deemed unlovable and cursed to remain so. He sat up and took her face in his hands and told her that he loved her too, that he was so grateful that they had met."
"The servants entered the room, now human themselves as well. Mothers and sons reunited, and old friends finally embraced each other after decades of isolation due to the danger of flame and feathers. All was well. Belle and her father moved in the prince and she got married to him. They held a beautiful reception and invited all the land to come to watch the proceedings."
She paused once more, taking a deep breath before finishing off.
"And they lived happily ever after."
Michael's hand tightened against her knee as he drew out his words. T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U.
"Did you like it?" She asked quietly.
I-T R-E-M-I-N-D-E-D M-E O-F S-O-M-E-O-N-E.
"Thank goodness I told you the story of Beauty and the beast. Just now I told you the one of Snow White and reminded you of some silly girl who relied on men to save, house and wake her from a coma." Laurie shivered and Michael chuckled lightly, lifting his hand to stroke her hair.
"Sometimes," she said quietly. "I feel similar to Belle."
He remained quiet, waiting for her to continue, his hand-carried on stroking her hair.
She continued, "I wonder about the fact that she fell in love with the man behind the mask, the prince who had been cursed to remain trapped and isolated. I feel that in some way she freed him from himself, but in some way freed herself as well."
They both knew she wasn't talking of Belle anymore.
I L-O-V-E Y-O-U L-A-U-R-I-E S-T-R-I-D-E
Her breath caught and she looked up at him. At some point during the story the sun had gone down, and he'd risen to light the fireplace.
The embers crackled in the silence, sending up sparks of flame as it burned through the dry wood. The smoke travelled through the grate by the fireplace, so the house didn't reek of it. Instead, all she could smell was the forest on Michael's overalls, the only way to determine that he didn't live in the city but rather in a place of serenity.
With her.
She turned in her seat and shifted her leg, bringing it over his so that she sat on his lap. Straddled him more like. She felt his breath hot on her neck when she brought her head down to meet his lips. Lightly brushing them, giving a ghost of a kiss.
She kissed both corners of his mouth, then the top arch, then his chin. She planted feather-light kisses along the angle of his jaw, moving to suck lightly on the spot just beneath his ear. She felt his groan reverberate through her body as he brought up his hands to roam up and down her back, her thighs. He touched the strip of exposed skin peeking out from where her shirt lifted, and she gasped against that spot on his neck.
His hands continued exploring and she felt a bulge start to develop beneath his pants. He grunted softly when her own hands started rubbing his shoulders while she stared into his eyes.
Do you want to? Do you feel ready?
"Yes," she breathed and swore something shifted in his eyes. From longing to something more primal and needing. His large hands explored up her torso and lifted her shirt, drawing it up over her head and dropping it to the floor. His own followed not soon after.
Feeling suddenly conscious of her simple cotton bra. But he barely spared it a second glance, focusing his gaze on her own eyes before letting them droop when he brought his mouth forward to meet hers. They shared long, slow kisses while his hands grazed the skin above the lining of her bra, raising gooseflesh in their wake.
She gasped into his mouth and slid her tongue over the lining of his lips before slipping it in his mouth meeting his tongue in the middle, twining together perfectly.
Her heart was racing.
He groaned in her mouth while his hands followed the bottom of her bra before reaching the clasps and undoing them, slowly sliding away from the slip of material until she was left bare-chested in front of him. She carried on kissing him while his hands moved, thumbs dragging over her erect nipple. She felt the texture of his thumb rub around the base of her nipple and shivered, arching into the touch.
Now it was his turn to explore with his mouth as he trailed kisses, deep and demanding down her jaw and her neck before resting above her breast.
She took a sharp intake of breath when his tongue flicked over that tender spot, setting her core on fire. He covered her nipple with his mouth and sucked on it gently, leaving his other hand to carry on rubbing her other breast in circular motions.
When Michael finished with her breasts, she moved to pull at his belt, her breathing increasing as she undid the clasps, pulling the long black snake pelt out of the loops and dropping it over the back of the couch. She allowed herself to pause and remove her belt, making sure to brush her hand up against his still-covered crotch and watch in amusement as it slowly became harder and harder.
Her own belt became loose and was tossed away when she undid the buttons on his pants.
The first one popped free.
Then the second and third.
Her hand lingered on the fourth and final one before finally popping it free with an encouraging grunt from Michael. She grazed her hand over the soft cotton of his undershorts, savouring his following grunt of surprise.
He pushed gently on her stomach, signalling her to stand up, she did and nearly toppled over when he grabbed her hips and pulled down her own pants, tossing them aside. His hand then snaked up her bare thigh and ran the length of her clit through the material of her own undershorts.
Laurie shivered when he slid his hand under its lining and started pulling it down slowly, watching as it slipped down past her knees and fell onto the floor silently. She kicked it aside as he stood up and walked around her, so the backs of her knees bumped against the couch.
She swallowed as his hands grazed over her breasts again and he pushed lightly on her shoulder, so she fell back.
If he towered over her while standing up, she was absolutely dwarfed when he stood in front of her, showing off his ever-rising cock which stood out in front of her face.
He made no move, however, to pull it out, but instead knelt in front of her and spread his legs open in front of his face where he sat on his knees.
She set her head back against the couch, watching him descend on her slightly leaking clit. He braced his hands against her thighs, holding them open so she wouldn't have to do anything to stay in position.
She gasped at the first flick of his tongue against her, barely a touch but enough to leave her reeling for more.
He moved and slipped his tongue inside her, slow and deep. She arced at his touch, wanting more of him inside her.
Teasing, he slipped his tongue back out and licked up the length of her bottom half, making sure to slide slowly and truly, drawing out her moans.
He licked up again before sliding his tongue inside her opening, moving around in circles slowly while pushing in deeper with every rotation.
He lifted his tongue and grazed it over the top of her opening while slowly pulling out and moving to lift his finger up, inserting two of them and moving around in slow circle rotations.
She moaned again and squeezed the pillows that lay at her back, closing her eyes in pleasure.
Her legs started shaking and he once again moved his mouth over her clit and began sucking on it, drawing out pants and gasps from the gorgeous woman above him.
She ground her teeth at the feeling of his tongue and moved her hips along with his mouth,
increasing the tension and feeling the release start building up and her legs started shaking.
She shuddered and bit her lip to stop the small scream as she orgasmed, and he calmed his own racing heart as he ran his fingers along the insides of her thigh in a comforting motion, drawing them in smooth circles as he slowly pulled his tongue out.
He stood up and made to pull away, but half-dazed, she grabbed onto his hips and looked him in the eye before saying.
"Let me." She swallowed and he nodded, looking slightly dazed himself. Her pussy was still throbbing, longing for the return of his wet tongue against her own wetness.
She pulled down his pants and was met with his large cock, straining against the cotton of his briefs, her mouth went dry.
She stroked her hand down the cotton, feeling the hardness beneath and marvelling at his size.
She let her hands roam down the undershorts and pull them down over his ankles
Laurie smiled and ran a finger down the length of his cock. It twitched in anticipation and she looked back up to see Michael watching her every move. She slid her mouth around his base, moving her tongue around the tip as she did so, making sure to keep Michael's stare through her long lashes. His eyes widened in shock, but he remained where he was standing. In front of her, struggling to keep his knees from buckling.
Sucking gently on the sip, she moved her tongue against the slit at the end, digging the tip of her tongue in to it and licking the bead of moisture that had started gathering there. She then moved her tongue to lick the bottom of his cock, moisturizing it so that she'd have an easier time sliding in and out.
She moved her hand to his wrist, guiding it to rest at the back of her head. Without warning, she moved her own head forward and he filled her mouth almost instantly. Scraping her teeth lightly against his velvety skin, she moved forward again and felt his end bump the back of her throat.
There was no way she was going to fit all of him inside of her.
So, she looked up at him through her lashes and brought her fingers up to his balls and started rubbing them, massaging them. He groaned and his hand tightened on the back of her head.
Good.
He met her gaze and read her silent demand, moving his other hand to join at her head and started pulling her head forwards and back, thrusting his hips along with the motion. She made sure to aid, sucking and scraping her teeth when necessary, allowing him to fuck her mouth.
He started pulling her head faster and faster, throwing back his own with pleasure. He filled her again and again and she watched as his muscles tightened, knowing he was close to finishing.
She counted his strokes and matched her breathing rhythm to his thrusting. His tip bumped against her throat over and over, filling her mouth and causing her eyes to roll back in her head.
Michael shuddered and she prepared herself for the wave of warm cum that exploded down her throat, but she didn't swallow, not yet.
She pulled herself off his cock with a pop as though she'd only just been sucking a lollipop and sat back to meet his stare. She stuck out her tongue, showing him his spilt seed in her mouth before closing it again and made sure he watched her throat as she swallowed every ounce.
His eyes flashed with surprise and pulled him back down to sit on his lap, his still swollen cock pushing against her opening, still throbbing from his own tongue. He was still dripping moisture, wetting her legs slightly.
She started grinding against his body, sliding her hips over his cock, watching in delight as hunger and desire filled his eyes.
"That was…" she breathed deeply and allowed herself to catch her breath.
Michael grunted in reply and held her hips, matching her grinding with his own. She felt his hardness press up against her, longing for him to just slide it in.
She placed her hands against his muscular shoulders and squeezed, using them as a grip.
"I love you," she whispered. "And all that comes with you."
She paused and looked him in the eyes, holding his gaze just as he did with her, not breaking
eye contact.
"I love that you don't talk even if it sometimes drives me bat-shit crazy." He huffed a laugh.
"I love that you don't take your mask off for anyone but me so that I never have to share your gorgeous face with anyone, even if the world, this world that's such a dark place, could use a sliver of your beauty."
"I love that you always know what I need and exactly when I need it and I love that you're always there for me precisely when I need you."
"I love you, Michael Myers, and I wouldn't sacrifice that love for the world."
He grunted again; his eyes lined with silver as he tipped his face up to meet her lips. Kissing her long and slow, drawing out the time for they had so much of it.
A shrill alarm snapped them out of their reverie, and they looked at each other with annoyed expressions before she sighed in defeat and stood up.
"Dinner's ready," she said dully, and he followed her into the kitchen where she took their stew off the fire and looked down at her bare body. Then over at his.
She shrugged and didn't bother to redress before dishing up for them while he poured out a bottle of wine from their very limited stash, they kept for special occasions only.
They walked back into the toasty sitting room and ate in silence, only broken by the occasional groan as the good food slid down their throats. Better than any rabbit or squirrel they'd eaten in the past week.
The foo dished were returned to the kitchen and they sat sipping wine, leaning into each other as they watched the crackling embers, dancing in the air above the splintering wood.
When the wine was drained to the dregs, they both felt so bone-tired, it was the best they could do to walk back to their room and fall into the covers, entangled in one another's arms.
…..
Laurie woke up to light kisses on the side of her neck where Michael was lazily sucking on the exposed piece of skin not covered by her hair. She shivered and turned her face to look at his, drinking in the sunlight that lit up his left eye, turning it to molten gold.
He smiled and moved his jaw down to her neck, kissing slowly down to where he sucked on the point where her shoulders met her neck. She shivered again and leaned into his touch.
An idea sprang to mind, and she pulled away from him, ignoring the grunt of disapproval as she walked across the room and quickly redressed.
She made sure to arc her back and expose her breasts to the morning light, making sure he could see all her planes and curves. Laurie was certain that it took every ounce of willpower in that strong body of his to not pounce and yank off those clothes she was so carefully putting on.
She smiled lazily and walked out of the room, grabbed the mask and chucked it to him through the door before leaning against the threshold.
She spoke in as deep a sensual voice as she could manage. "I think we should play a game since you love hunting oh so much, just as you so gallantly displayed yesterday."
He raised his eyebrows and grunted so she just crossed her arms over her torso and examined her nails in a way she knew drove him crazy, indeed the evidence was stark in his still very much naked body.
She began speaking with an insufferable swagger. "I'm smaller than you, yes. But does that mean you're stronger? Faster? Wittier?"
She paused and he grunted, signalling for her to continue.
"Let's play a game," she repeated. "Where you can hunt. Try and find me and when you do… I'll be yours for the taking." Her eyes flashed mischievously and whispered, "Go!"
She spun around and raced for the front door, hearing the grunt of surprise and thundering feet as Michael struggled to free himself from the sheets before running after her, trying to grab her
before she could reach the door.
Alas, for all of his strength and might, she managed to fling open the door and hurl herself outside, racing for the part of the woods she went and hunted in almost every day. The part of the woods she would be able to navigate even in the dark. And had the perfect hiding spot for.
She ran through the forest, knowing Michael would only be stopped momentarily while he dressed before he came running after her using his insane tracking skills.
After about five minutes of full out sprinting, not bothering to cover her tracks, her breath was sawing in and out and her lungs were positively burning.
She stopped when she came to a small clearing that housed a beautiful little pool with reeds and singing birds, chirping merrily up in the treetops above. She allowed herself to walk towards the pool and pull off her socks and shoes as she walked along. Laurie dug her toes into the fresh, green grass, allowing the dew to cool her feet as she stalked across the clearing, willing her breath to steady. She started taking singular deep breaths and counting the seconds between them, just as she'd been taught.
Laurie reached the little pond and sat down by its edge, folding her feet forward so she could dip them in the crystal-clear water and wash off any mud or sweat.
She leaned back on her hands and tilted her head to the little streaks of golden sun streaming through the leaves, warming up the glen after a chilly night. Still, cold mist shrouded the clearing but was being swept away by the sun in waves of light.
She smiled and drunk in the moments of bliss, letting it wash over her in a glorious beam of happiness and delight. Delight at what she and Michael did last night and the decision they'd made to leave behind their old lives and live in the little cottage in the woods together.
A quant life, but one definitely worth it.
Laurie's heartbeat quickened and she felt the apex of her thighs begin throbbing with longing, needing that tension and grinding and filling much more than she'd realised when she left the house this morning.
Stupid. Stupid to draw out her pleasures and make herself wait for even more than necessary when she could have had him pounding into her at least thirty minutes ago.
Laurie waited at the side of the pool for about ten more minutes before heavy boot crunches sounded behind her, from someone who knew how to tread quietly, even in the woods.
He came and sat down with a grunt, mask on. She glanced at him sidelong, spying the bare feet and springy hair, tussled with sleep. He hadn't even bothered to comb it before exiting the house. Hadn't cared to.
She gave him a lazy smile and met his ravenous, impatient eyes and sighed dramatically.
"Oh no! It appears I've been located; this must mean I'm yours to command oh mysterious one with his features covered with a mask." She reached over and flicked off the mask, tossing it to his side.
He grunted and gestured to her clothes. She gave him a wicked smile and stood up, shaking off her wet feet before peeling back her soft cotton shirt and pants, bra and undershorts.
He watched hungrily as every inch of skin was unveiled before him before Michael himself stood up and removed his own clothes with brutal efficiency and speed. She focused on his bulge and watched it spring free, already somewhat hard.
She stalked forward and reached out to stroke him from the tip to the edge, allowing her hand to drift over lightly.
His eyes flashed when she drew her hand back and his own grabbed onto her wrist, drawing it away despite her protests, shutting her up with another forceful grunt. It reverberated through his chest and made her breathing come in quick pants.
He pushed against her wrist and started steering her backwards, avoiding the question in her eyes. His intentions became clear a second later when her bare back bumped against the hard bark of a tree and he pushed his body against hers, towering over her, making sure she felt him hard against her skin.
She struggled to breathe and looked up at him.
He grasped her ass with both hands and lifted her up so that her hips were raised, and her legs wrapped around his torso. She kissed him hard on the mouth, him meeting her tongue stroke for stroke as he moved his mouth along with hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, tracing the seam of her lips.
She gasped into his mouth at the first nudge of him inside her, feeling his hard head push into her clit with a rolling gentleness. Her back arched and her toes curled as he held her ass steadily and pushed his hips forward once more. She felt him filling her slowly, pulling out and thrusting back in, further with every plunge.
She moaned a sound that might have been his name as he carried on pounding in, filling every inch of her until he was seated deep inside, allowing her to shift and adjust to the sheer size of him inside of her.
Laurie stroked her hands over his broad shoulders and squeezed, telling him that she was good to go. She wanted him to go. Wanted him to fuck her so hard she saw stars.
Michael pulled back and thrust in again, increasing his pace as he rolled in and out of her. She moved her hips along with his own and savoured the slap of skin as they collided, sliding in and out. She shuddered and knew she was near the edge.
He began pounding in harder and faster, losing himself in her as he increased his pace. Laurie threw her head back, careful of the tree that was now digging into her back as he slammed her into it with his own body, sending the vibrations through her spine.
She started calling his name to anyone who might listen, and his glorious grunts filled her ears as he pumped in and out. Even faster. Even harder.
She breathed deeply, inhaling as much air as she could, her eyes rolling back as he hit her g-spot over and over.
Laurie bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as she shrieked in delight through her lips while she orgasmed, Michael carried on moving, drawing out every last ounce of pleasure as he moved in and out.
She moaned his name again, loud and clear and that sent him over the age as he grunted and spilt himself into her with a shudder that trembled her own body.
She felt the warmth slide past where they were connected and dribble out of the sides ever so slowly as he slowed his rolling, allowing him to stop spilling himself in her.
She breathed deeply, her own panting echoing in her ears.
She shook as she whispered. "That was… That was…"
He grunted his agreement and lifted one hand to stroke her hair, pulling it behind her ears.
After catching their breaths, Michael slowly pulled out, as though reluctant and helped gently set her down. She looked up at him, neither moving from where they stood gazing at each other.
She spoke hoarsely. "Looks like I am quicker than you, in many ways. Though, the second reason isn't necessarily bad."
He looked around the clearing with an amused gleam on his face and his eyes fell on the pool, lingering slightly before slipping back to looking at her.
He raised his eyebrows in question, grunting softly.
"Round two I guess," she said and grabbed his hand to pull him towards the clear, cool pool.
…...
Michael took her once more in that pool before they'd walked back to the cottage and he'd taken her once more. By the end of it, she barely remembered her own name. Barely remembered anything other than him and the beauty that was him.
They'd once again fallen asleep in each other's arms and remained that way until the sun rose the next day.
And so, the cycle began, living in pure peace and harmony with only each other for company. They wouldn't have it any other way.