Dad was gone, and I was alone. He’d taken off in the truck for town, and he was going to be gone for a week on a job helping a couple flip a house for later sale. He was supposed to be staying at the local hotel, but I knew damned well he was going to be staying with his girlfriend. He was actually working the job, but he’d give any excuse to fuck that woman.

Not that I cared who my Dad was having relations with. I was just upset that we had moved out here to the middle of bumfuck nowhere, and now he’d ditched me for a week. This area was nothing but snow and heavily wooded coniferous forest, so I felt locked up like some kind of medieval virgin.

I can’t blame him, though. I’ve been kind of a worthless, lazy slut for the last six years, ever since I turned sixteen and drank for the first time, hit meth for the first time, smoked weed for the first time…got ‘personal’ with boys for the first time. Now I’m twenty-two, and my habits really haven’t altered in that arena. I still like the drugs, the booze, and the boys, and they still like me, but my Dad’s wised up, so here we are at Lonesome Moon, otherwise known as bumfuck nowhere.

This cabin my dad invested in belongs in the Land That Time Forgot. It took us almost two months to get it livable, and I went an entire week without running water. Now we’ve at least got a bathroom with a working toilet. Nothing says I love you like taking a dump in a freezing outhouse.

I still have to wash my clothes by hand, though. We haven’t put in a washing machine or dryer, so…it’s the old warsh thuh clothes on thuh ol’ warshing board routine. Jesus…Just fucking shoot me.

Whelp, Dad took off and left me here for a week, and he apologized profusely for it, but you know what? I don’t mind this time. You know why? Because I am not doing a damned thing this week. I’m going to sit back, smoke some weed, drink some whiskey, and masturbate…a lot. It’s a miracle that we have internet out here, and though it may be slow, and though I may only have my dad’s laptop, that is all I need to vegetate.

My name’s Saoirse Lennon, and that’s pronounced ‘Ser-sha’, if you were wondering. Yes, I’m of Irish descent, and no, I don’t have red hair. My hair is brown, brown as bark, just like my eyes. Long, curly brown hair that falls down to my shoulders. No red hair and green eyes for me.

As you already know, I’m twenty-two, twenty-two going on forty. I’m supposed to be working toward an end goal, like getting my GED and getting a job somewhere, but…ever since Mom died when I was fifteen, I haven’t done much of anything. I just…never felt like it.

Dad’s old, he’s tired, and he’s upset with me, but he’s never even thought about kicking me out. No, I think his move here to Lonesome Moon was a passive aggressive way of telling me to get the fuck out and get a life. I will…eventually. I need to have some motivation, though. As it is, I do most of the housework for him, so…it’s not like he complains a lot.

Of course, he’s probably going to be pissed when he comes back and finds that nothing’s been done, but he shouldn’t have just ditched me. He didn’t even ask if I could start learning construction, or carpentry, or whatever the fuck it is he does; I have no idea, but that’s not the point.

I thought about this as I breathed deeply into the joint I was holding in my right hand. I blew out a smoke ring and felt that mellow peace wash over me. Dad had left in the morning, so right now I was having a little ‘me’ time.

I leaned back in my dad’s dark-brown comfy chair and placed one bare foot on our little oak-trunk coffee table. The laptop was on the table in front of me, and on the screen was a video of a muscular looking troll of a man with a ring-beard and tats on his arms fucking a brunette with piercings in her nipples. I don’t know why I was watching this, probably because it popped up first and I was too lazy to look for anything that was more to my tastes.

I was fully nude, of course, naked as a jaybird, sitting right smack in the middle of what constituted our ‘living room’ for this log-built dump, but I didn’t care. It was in the middle of the night out in the middle of some bumfuck nowhere woods. No one was going to walk in on me, anyway.

I looked down at my naked body, and that turned me on, which was the point of the porn I was watching. I was five-eight, one-hundred and thirty-seven pounds, with nice C-cup breasts and pretty-in-pink nipples, and I had a nice butt, not too big, not to small. I was attractive in the face, though I looked like my dad; square jaw, you know. Still, I was good looking. I wasn’t into other girls, but I’d fuck me.

I reached over to the little wooden stand on my right, rested my joint in Dad’s green ashtray, and picked up my bottle of rye whiskey. I had my ways of getting what I needed, even out here, but Lonesome Moon had not made that easy. Even so, I had enough to last for a week.

I took a swig of whiskey and shook my head from the burn of it. It didn’t take much for me to get lit, so this was going to be a happy experience until morning hit. Morning was going to suck.

I put my bottle down, picked up my joint, took a puff, put it back down, and slid the fingers of my right hand down between the lips of my already wet snatch. My fingers ran through my thick brown pubes as I rubbed my whole pussy in anticipation of the orgasm that was to come…cum? You know what I mean.

I stroked my small pink clit, let that sensation sink in, and thought about fucking, just fucking, fucking like a wild animal in heat. I stroked myself slowly at first, rubbed my whole pussy in between strokes, and stuck two fingers inside myself in the occasional heat of pleasure.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “Fuck me like that…Mmm…Suck on my big titties…”

Titties. Titties is such a stupid word for breasts. Who thought of that, anyway?…It’s retarded…Nevertheless, just saying it, feeling the dirtiness of it, turned me on even more.

“Yeah, suck my titties,” I breathed out. “Mmm…Fuck my pussy like that. Give me that great big fucking cock…Oh, I want to suck that big fucking cock…Rub that big fat cock on my titties…Fuck my pussy…Fuck it…Fuck my cunt hard with that big fat cock…”

I reached over, grabbed my bottle of whiskey, took another pull, and shook my head again from that shock that only strong alcohol can give. I set the bottle down, took another puff from my joint, set that back down, and went back to stroking myself.

“Yeah…” I breathed out. “Fuck my pussy…Fuck it hard, bitch…Give me that cock…Let me lick those big balls…Mmm…I want to suck on those balls…”

I pulled lightly on my clit and savored that magic electricity as I bit my lower lip, pulled hard on my left nipple with my left hand, felt that pleasure build, that slow explosion building in my lower belly, oh, sinking in, feeling it down in…

A loud cry from outside startled me, and I gripped the arms of the comfy chair out of reflex.

“What the fuck!” I said in surprise.

A loud bleating erupted once more, a terrible sound, like some animal being brutally murdered, and it was loud, like really fucking loud. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“What the fuck?” I said again, this time in a whisper.

I got up from Dad’s comfy chair, grabbed my jeans, and shimmied into them. I didn’t even bother to put on my panties; I was wet, anyway. I put on my red flannel shirt and quickly buttoned it up, and no, I didn’t bother to put on my bra, either.

A loud thump hit the south side of the cabin, that side to my immediate right, and the pictures on the south wall rattled.

“What the fuck!” I hissed, this time in anger.

I pulled on my thick, black, winter socks, pushed my feet into my black winter boots, slipped on my grey parka, zipped up, and proceeded to grab Dad’s twelve gauge, taking it off its mount on the north wall. I went into the kitchen on the west side of the cabin after that, opened up the box of shells that Dad had left on the kitchen table, and quickly loaded the shotgun. I held it up and readied it to fire as I headed toward the backdoor in the kitchen.

“Ruin my night, will you!” I hissed out. “I’ll ruin your balls, motherfucker!”

I was pissed. I didn’t know what was going on outside, but I was going to give someone a bad hair day; that was a fact. It was never cool to interrupt someone’s alone time. That was a dueling offense. An offense worthy of calling someone out on the street at high noon.

I opened the backdoor and walked out into the freezing cold, my boots crunching down upon packed snow. I watched my breath freeze in the light of the moon, realizing at that moment that I’d forgotten to bring a light, but that didn’t matter, obviously. The silver light of the full moon above me blanketed everything with a soft glow, made the white of the snow glare in my vision.

I carefully walked around to the south side of the cabin where the ‘thump’ had occurred, my boots crunching into the snow. It was deathly quiet out here, spooky, but I had a loaded twelve gauge in my hands and whiskey in my blood, so I didn’t care about that.

I discovered the source of the thump. It was a deer, a mature doe, in fact. It was ripped open, entrails everywhere, hot steam rising from the bloody carcass, the snow black from its blood.

“Oh, shit…” I said nervously.

This was bad. This was probably the work of a bear, and…I didn’t know if a twelve gauge could stop a charging bear…I suspected it couldn’t unless I was very lucky.

“Fuck,” I whispered.

There was the sound of crunching snow out near the large woodshed that existed on the property. My dad stored some tools in that thing, but it was pretty much falling apart. He was either going to have to tear it down or fix it up, one or the other.

Regardless of that, the sound of crunching snow made me anxious, fired up my adrenaline, so I readied my twelve gauge and headed over to the shed. If worse came to worst, I could shoot a bear in the face and then make it back to the safety of the cabin before it could retaliate. Then I could shoot at it from an open window.

Bears were mean fuckers, especially grizzlies. They liked to get revenge on anything that pissed them off, so if a fight was coming, I was going to have to kill it, not let it go. I wasn’t stupid.

I walked up to the old woodshed and readied my shotgun at the shoulder for firing. The light of the moon shone up from the snow around me, but the side of the shed was shrouded in shadow, so the whole thing was creepy as fuck, and this finally creeped me out, creeped me out whether I was loaded full of whiskey and weed or not.

“Fuck this,” I breathed. “Go back inside, Saoirse.”

I turned to head back toward the cabin, but the bleating cry of a flying animal startled me into inaction. Another deer, a large eight-point buck, flew past me and slammed into the side of the woodshed, cracking the old boards of that side of the wall through sheer force.

“What the fu…!” I started to say.

Massive pain stabbed into my right shoulder and cut short my startled cry. Hot blood, black in the moonlight, spurted up from my grey parka as a large animal’s fangs sank into me, sank into my skin and muscle.

I screamed, my mouth as wide open as it could go, and the shotgun went off in my hands, because I must have pulled the trigger by reflex. The gun bucked out of my hands from that force, and then I was flying through the air a second later, tossed like a ragdoll.

I hit the side of the woodshed and crashed right through the wall, the boards splintering upon impact, crashed through it and rolled across the wooden floor to stop in the middle of the darkness of that shed.

I was all pain. I was bruised and battered from being thrown through a wall, but that was nothing compared to the absolute burning agony in my shoulder. My tongue was lolling out of my mouth, and I tasted the red copper of blood; I must have bitten it when I was thrown.

I rolled over to see the big buck wobble past the woodshed in front of me; it wobbled on unsteady legs in the moonlight, its head bobbing this way and that as if it were seriously addled. It took five steps through the snow, but it never made it any farther.

A beast, a big fucking thing over six-feet tall, tackled the deer, and its great jaws clamped down upon its neck, spurting steaming blood everywhere. This buck bleated once before it was dragged at a running lope out of my vision, leaving a trail of bloody black snow behind it.

That thing had walked on two angled legs, like dog’s legs. It had great big paws that almost looked like clawed hands, and its head didn’t look like a bear, not like a bear, not like that at all.

There was no time for me to think; I just acted. I stood on two battered legs and hobbled through the snow back to the cabin; I didn’t even think to grab the shotgun. My right knee was fucked up and my left ankle was twisted, but I hobbled back to the house without looking behind me. I was scared shitless at that point.

I got through the kitchen door, shut it behind me, and quickly locked it.

“What was that? What was that? What the fuck was that…?” I babbled.

I was in shock. I unzipped my parka and cried out from the stabbing, burning pain in my right shoulder. My grey parka was shredded at the top, stained dark red with blood, my blood, and that realization didn’t hit me until I saw my savaged shoulder.

I let out a high-pitched whine at the sight of my bloody shoulder. There were large, bloody holes in it where each fang had sunk into my tender flesh, and it was so gross that I couldn’t look directly at it.

I ripped off my flannel shirt and went topless in order to attend to this wound. I threw my shredded shirt to the kitchen floor, hobbled into the living room, grabbed my bottle of whiskey, and poured some over the wound without thinking, but that was a serious mistake. It burned like someone was pushing a blowtorch into my skin.

“OH GOD!” I screeched.

My eyes watered over with tears as I set the bottle down and sat down in my dad’s comfy chair. The pain was so intense, so terrible, that I didn’t move. I just whimpered and cried and shook in that chair for an entire minute.

There was so much blood. I was bleeding a lot. Just red blood running down my skin and over my bare right breast.

I don’t know why, maybe it was because of the shock I was in, but I reached over and picked up my still lit joint, took a drag, breathed out that smoke, and set it back in the ashtray.

I looked down and noticed for the first time the large dark piss stain in the crotch of my jeans. I must have pissed myself at some point, but when that was, I had no idea.

I slowly, painfully unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. I used my right boot to kick off my left boot, then used my left foot to kick off my right boot, and then I pulled off my jeans.

I took another drag off my joint, set it back down, picked up the whiskey bottle, cried out from the pain of moving my right arm, took a deep pull of whiskey, and set the bottle back down.

I stretched out, fully naked except for the pair of black winter socks on my feet, and tried to steady my breathing. I leaned back in the chair and just laid there staring up at the sloped ceiling, the overhead lamp shining down from above, and then I closed my eyes, closed them as I took in a deep breath. The pain in my shoulder was a deep and throbbing ache, so I just laid there and breathed in and out, in and out, in and out, until darkness took me.

*****

I awoke from a nightmare, a dim memory of fangs and claws and fur still clinging to my psyche as I struggled to shake off my lethargy. It was morning, and morning light streamed through the windows of the cabin.

I reached up and rubbed the crust from my eyes, but my right shoulder felt stiff as fuck. It hurt with a throbbing ache, so I inspected it, and that’s when the horror of what had happened the night before sunk in. My naked chest was covered with crusty, dried brown blood. My shoulder was the worst in that respect, but the wound on it had sealed somehow, scabbed over by some miracle I did not understand.

Even so, I was hurting all over. It felt like I’d been run over by a truck and then thrown off a cliff. My throat was so parched that I’d swear I’d been swallowing desert sand, so my first order of business was to get up and get some water. Maybe later I’d go and get in the tub, wash off this wound of mine, and stop looking like a horror movie victim, but without some water first, I wasn’t going to be doing much of anything.

I peeled myself up from out of my dad’s chair and whimpered as every injury screamed at me at once. My left arm was bruised and battered, the left side of my face felt fucked up, my left ankle felt sprained…You know, I’m thinking I hit the side of that woodshed with my left side, but…that’s just a guess. My right knee was also fucked up, but the worst was still my right shoulder. All in all, I looked like a Goddamned mess, and if anyone saw me like this, they’d be rushing me to an ER, but considering where I was, that wasn’t going to happen.

I dragged myself into the kitchen, took a glass with yellow flowers on it out of one of the kitchen cabinets, filled it up with tap water, and gulped it down. Gulping it down had not been a smart idea, however, because the world wobbled and wavered a second later, like I was on a ship at sea, and I saw little stars as I went lightheaded.

The kitchen door clicked as the knob turned and the door pushed in from the outside.

Oh, good. Dad was home. There was no way in hell I was going to be able to explain to him why I was naked and covered in blood, but…at least he was home. He’d know what to do.

Only it wasn’t my dad. A young man walked in; he was only a little older than myself, maybe by two or three years, very cute, six-foot or so, white with short black hair, blue eyes, average weight, and he was wearing a tan winter coat and dark blue jeans, light-tan hide leather gloves on his hands, light-brown outdoorsman boots…

He stared at me in complete surprise, but I wasn’t so much surprised as I was about to pass out. I dropped the glass in my hand, it shattered on the kitchen tiles beneath my feet, and then I pitched backwards as the world started to fade again.

The young intruder in my house rushed forward and caught me in his arms before I completely lost consciousness. I can remember staring up into his blue eyes before everything went totally dark. He really was cute for an intruder…

*****

I dreamed while I passed in and out of consciousness, though most of my ‘conscious’ periods were nothing more than fleeting moments of blurry vision and soft light. No, most of my time was spent in the dream world, somewhere I did not need to be while an intruder was in my cabin.

I found myself running through the woods. I was completely naked, running through the brush in my bare feet, on the snow, my toes crunching into that packed frost, and I was following a wolf, a big thing with brown fur.

I stopped running as the large animal turned and stared at me with a vivid pair of bright golden eyes, and somehow I knew it was female, and that it wanted me to follow it further into the large pines, but I got scared, not because it was a wolf, no, but because wherever it was going, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to follow it into that dark place.

We stood and stared at each other, our breath crystalizing in the freezing air around us, and it looked at me with those golden eyes, wanting me to follow.

I briefly awoke from my strange dream to find myself being spoon fed some chicken noodle soup. I was in my own bed, and I had on my blue flannel shirt, this one not shredded, thankfully, and the intruder that I had seen earlier was trying to get me to eat something. I was covered by my bed’s thick brown quilted cover, so I was warmer for the moment, and that cute boy had my head lifted in his right hand with his left hand holding the spoon.

“Who…” I choked out.

He forced me to sip some chicken noodle, and I swallowed it, and then I closed my eyes again as I lost consciousness one more time. Passing out was getting really inconvenient, especially when a stranger was invading my home.

xxxxx

I awoke to walking through the snow, only this time I was on the edge of the forest. I could smell pine in the crisp winter air, and before me was the thick of the woods, but I could not see very far into that darkness.

Golden eyes looked at me from out of the thickness of the wooded dark, and then the snout of the great brown wolf appeared, and then its full head. It looked upon me with sad eyes, its breath and my breath visible in the cold air, and it backed into the forest, as if it were beckoning me, only this time I wanted to follow it.

I moved carefully through the snow-covered brush in my bare feet, feeling the cold on my soles, the crunch of that snow between my narrow toes. I stepped forward into the darkness, intent on following the mysterious she-wolf into the heart of the forest.

I felt alive in my nudity, my nipples so hard in the cold air that they were like sharp pink points, and I wished to be warmer but still naked, to be liberated of the constraints of the clothing humanity had inflicted upon me, so that I could truly be free. It was my lack of body hair that attacked my sensibilities, made me angry at my own limitation.

I stepped into the darkness, the cloying atmosphere of pine and chill all around me, and I sniffed once, twice, and smelled something unfamiliar upon the breeze. The great she-wolf stared at me from out of the darkness of the pines, and in its jaws was a young hare. I could smell the blood of it, and that scent quickened my pulse.

The great brown wolf laid the dead hare at my feet, and I accepted the gift without hesitation. I sniffed all over the carcass, taking in the smell of fresh blood and its gamey scent, and then I bit deeply into its soft belly, tasting that hot blood fill my mouth.

That rush of blood filling my mouth excited me in a way I had not felt before. I grew wet between my legs as my eyes rolled up in the whites, and I crunched down into sinew and bone with my teeth, tasting the richness of muscle and blood and flesh, a taste that turned me on and caused me to shake in excitement.

*****

My eyes fluttered open to the darkness of my own bedroom. The only light in my room was coming from the soft silver glow of moonlight casting through my bedroom window.

I laid there in my bed, still in pain, still unsure of what was going on anymore, but this did not last long. A shape arose out of the darkness, a massive thing, the beast that had savaged me, a hulking monstrosity that I could only see in outline due to the shadow of night and moonlight. It rose up from all fours and stood on two angled legs, and I could feel the heat from it as it loomed over my helpless and prone body, its shape all fur and rippling muscle and bestial power.

I was way too out of it to know fear. I was simply there, not really thinking, not reacting as a long and low growl surfaced from the beast’s throat. It bent down toward my face, and I could feel its hot breath upon my flushed cheeks. It smelled like death, but not like a corpse, no. It smelled like hot blood, like a fresh kill, as if it were the embodiment of the hunter over prey.

It looked like a wolf up close, but unlike any wolf I’d ever seen before. It had golden eyes that stared directly into mine, golden eyes that held an intelligence I was not familiar with in any animal I had ever seen.

It raised its left paw, but that paw was more like a hand, four long, clawed fingers and an opposable thumb, and its claws were long and black hooked things it used to pull up my thick brown quilted cover. It moved my cover aside, pulling it down to reveal my helpless figure.

All I had on was my blue flannel shirt and a pair of white panties. It ran its claws along the top of my shirt, popping off the little blue plastic buttons one by one. I was still out of it, however, so I didn’t feel fear like I should have.

It opened my shirt to reveal my bare breasts, and then it took one claw and lifted my panties at the upper seam. It bent down, its massive head in full view, and it took in a deep breath of my crotch, then let go of my panties, ripping them at the top. Its long, reddish-pink tongue slithered over the bare skin of my belly, slathering me with its hot saliva until that tongue slid over my right breast and large pink nipple.

That tongue slid along my bare throat, over my chin, and into my open mouth. I tasted it right then, the raw power of its animal essence, something that called to me from deep within the recesses of my subconscious.

It pulled its tongue back into its maw as it reached down with both hands and slid them under my back to lift me up just a little. I whimpered, a high-pitched, pathetic moan as the pain in my shoulder lanced through me, and it released me, let me fall back into the softness of my bed.

It stared down at me before backing away into the soft and silver light of the moon, and I could see its huge penis hanging down from between its legs, a thick rope at least eight inches long flaccid, the thing circumcised, which was weird to me, because animals weren’t typically circumcised, and I stupidly pondered this as it backed away out of my room and into the shadows of the cabin living room.

Darkness took me again, but this time I was glad for it.

*****

I awoke in the morning. This time I shook the fog from my head, rubbed the crust from my eyes, and sat up. My shoulder was still stiff, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it had hurt before, and that was good.

I was in my bed, and I was wearing my blue flannel shirt, though it was open in the front. A quick inspection of myself revealed the buttons popped off of my shirt, some still in my bed, and my panties were ripped at the top. This, of course, sounded an alarm in my head.

“What the…” I groaned.

I’d awoken from that strange dream of the beast, that dream still fresh in my mind, but I knew it had only been a dream, because such a creature would have ripped me to shreds if it had been reality.

I heard footsteps, and then the young man I had seen earlier appeared at my bedroom doorway. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, a light-blue, long-sleeved work shirt with a white undershirt, and tanned work boots, and on his handsome face was a look of deep concern, but that was not what held my attention. It was the fact that there was a Goddamned stranger in my home that held my attention.

I immediately covered my bare breasts by closing my shirt, holding the two sides together with my right hand.

“Who the fuck are you!” I said in angry response to this intrusion. “What the fuck are you doing in my house!”

The young man turned away and stepped back, looking to the side to avoid staring directly at me.

“Oh, shit…” he breathed. “I’m sorry…I didn’t know you were awake.”

Was he stupid? Oh…This…This pissed me off.

“That’s not an answer!” I hissed. “Why are you in my house!”

“I…My name is Daniel,” he said quickly. “Daniel Christianson. My parents owned this property, and my dad sent me to check in on the new owners. Mr. Lennon just has a couple of more things to sign, and then I’ll be on my way.”

“My dad’s not here,” I frowned. “He won’t be back for a few days…What the…Why in the fu…Why did you just walk into my house?”

“I knocked on the front door, but there was no answer,” said the boy, this ‘Daniel’. “I walked around to the kitchen door, and I saw someone through the window, so I was just going to step in and say ‘hello’, but I saw you standing there and…”

“You saw what?” I asked in sudden horror.

I was pretty sure at that moment what he’d ‘seen’.

“You were pretty badly injured,” he said meekly. “I got you to your bed and…and cleaned you up…bandaged your…uhhh…”

Yep. He’d seen everything.

“Wha…Why…Why didn’t you call an ambulance!” I stammered.

“I hiked here,” he said sheepishly. “It’s a twelve-mile hike to our…”

I cut him short.

“Why in the fuck did you hike here!” I cried. “Why didn’t you call an ambulance!”

“I hike all the time,” he said uncertainly. “I hiked out here without thinking about it. It’s not really a big deal, but…when I got here…you…you had drugs laid out everywhere. It looked bad…I just…I didn’t want any trouble with the police…”

Okay, I understood that, but still…

“I could have died, you idiot!” I hissed. “Why didn’t you call somebody! 911! My dad! Your dad! Anyone!”

“My dad’s a vet,” replied Daniel. “Veterinarian. I’ve got some experience with wounds like that, and it didn’t look that bad, so I used the emergency kit to stitch you up. I had some antibiotics and bandages…I…I panicked. I didn’t want to get in trouble with the police…I didn’t know if you were going to…I just…”

Okay, this was making more sense. It was clear that he was kind of stupid, or maybe…he just really didn’t know what to do. I was pretty fucked up when he saw me for the first time…but still…what the fuck? He’d obviously seen me naked, and he obviously dressed me, but…my clothes are fucked up…Makes me wonder…

“All right, shut up,” I said unhappily. “Just be honest with me, and I want an honest answer…Did you do anything to me while I was out? I need to know, ‘Daniel’, because if you did, the police are the last thing you’ll need to worry about.”

He looked straight at me this time, but his eyebrows furrowed as if he didn’t understand.

“Do anything to you?” he asked. “What do you mean, do anything…?”

His blue eyes widened as his face turned beet red. He waved his hands in front of himself and emphatically shook his head no.

“No, no, no!” he said. “No…I didn’t do anything bad. I just cleaned you off, stitched you up, put on that bandage, and…and dressed you. I didn’t…I didn’t do anything…I mean…I tried to feed you, but that was a little difficult. In fact, I was about to call someone, because you were thrashing around in your bed like you were having a seizure, and I…I didn’t know what to do. Maybe I should have called someone…Oh, fuck…This is all so fucked up.”

Okay, it was clear to me that he hadn’t done anything, but Jesus, he’s kind of stupid. He should have called somebody. I mean, I’m glad that he didn’t; I lucked out on that, but…what the fuck?

I decided to deescalate this and contain the situation.

“Tell me about it,” I grimaced. “This is fucked up…Look…I won’t mention this to anybody if you don’t. My dad doesn’t have to know anything about this, okay? You already got a free peep show, so…consider that my thanks. We can both just forget about this and pretend like nothing happened.”

“Oh, I…” stammered Daniel. “It’s not like…You haven’t got anything I haven’t seen before…”

“What?” I glared at him. “What!”

“No, it…it’s just…” stammered Daniel. “I…I’ve seen naked women before, okay? You were hurt…It’s not like I was going to…Who does that, anyway? You were hurt…”

Okay, he didn’t do anything. I was a thousand percent certain now.

“All right, all right,” I frowned. “It’s not a big deal. As long as you don’t mention the booze and the weed, we’re cool. My dad doesn’t need to know about either.”

This ‘Daniel’ let out an exhale of relief.

“Okay,” he nodded. “That works for me.”

I chewed on my lower lip as I thought about all of this.

“How long was I out?” I asked.

“Well,” replied Daniel. “I walked in yesterday morning…”

My brain came to a screeching halt.

“Y…Yesterday!” I choked out. “I’ve been out that long! What the…Why in the hell…Won’t your family think you’re missing!”

“No,” replied Daniel with a shake of his head. “After coming here, I was going to hike out to a small hunter’s lodge my family owns. It’s about three miles north of here…They know I’ll be gone for a few days…Oh, and…I found your shotgun out by the woodshed, by the way. I brought it inside.”

“Thanks,” I said unhappily.

“I don’t know what happened to you, but…” shrugged Daniel, “it looks bad out there. There’s blood everywhere, a deer carcass near your front door, and…bear tracks all over the place.”

“Bear tracks?” I asked.

That thing hadn’t looked like a bear to me. Not…at…all.

“Looks like a bear dragged off another carcass into the forest,” said Daniel. “I’m surprised that one’s come this far south, but…it’s not unheard of. I’m really surprised it didn’t kill you. Did you shoot it? I had to pop an empty shell out of your twelve gauge.”

I thought about this some more. It was clear that he would never believe me if I told him what had really happened…what I think had happened, anyway.

“I don’t remember,” I said warily. “I remember getting attacked, and the gun went off, but then the…the ‘bear’ went after the buck it had wounded, so I dragged myself back inside and passed out on the living room chair.”

“Well, you’re lucky,” breathed Daniel. “It took another kill and left.”

“Yeah,” I replied, but I was still unsure about all of this.

It didn’t matter at the moment, though. What mattered was getting up and getting something to eat. This ‘Daniel’ had said he’d tried to feed me, but he’d said it was difficult, so I probably needed to eat something in order to help heal this nasty shoulder wound of mine. I was bruised up, sure, but bruises couldn’t get infected. At least, I didn’t think they could.

I got up from my bed, this time unconcerned about whether he could see my nudity. He’d already seen me naked, and I must have been the one that had torn my clothes while I was thrashing around in my sleep, so…I decided to be a little bit of an exhibitionist. He struck me as too much of a weenie to come onto me, forthright as he was about patching me up.

“Well, let me throw on some clothes, and I’ll make us breakfast,” I said.

“Oh…” started Daniel.

His eyes went wide as I took off my shredded shirt and shimmied out of my torn panties. I found this really amusing, especially the crimson color of his cheeks, but he’d already seen me naked, up close, I might add, so…what the hell.

I dug around in my dresser drawers as he stood there at the doorway gawping. It gave me a little giggle to think that I could give this boy a hard on, but I played it cool, nonchalant, so that I was in control. He was cute, and cute boys were hard to come by out here in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Plus, he hadn’t molested me while I was out, so that took him up a notch in my eyes. At least, I don’t think he’d molested me. I was going to hope for the best on that one. And he was cute. Did I mention that?

I felt a little flushed at the thought of being alone with this boy. Hmm…Now there’s an idea. I thought that perhaps a little breakfast was in order, and then maybe…Oh, yeah…Sausage sounded good to me.

“You got a girlfriend, Daniel?” I asked innocently as I pulled out a pair of panties.

“Uhh…no…” he said after some hesitation. “I had someone a year ago…”

“Oh,” I replied as I shimmied into my panties. “Just wondering. Didn’t want to make anyone jealous. My name’s Saoirse, by the way. It’s an Irish name, so the spelling’s kind of fucked up on it, but that’s neither here nor there.”

I pulled out a white T-shirt, one that was somewhat see through. I wanted his eyes to wander toward my nipples for the time being. It would make easing into his pants less awkward, smoother. I had to make him think like it was his idea, though. That way, any guilt about it was solely on his shoulders. Boys were my specialty, after all.

I slipped on my shirt, turned, and made sure he could see my front as I adjusted my shirt’s hem. I wasn’t going to wear anything else for now…No, I needed the blood to rush to his other head. The trick with boys was to make sure that there was more blood running toward their penises than to their brains. This ‘Daniel’ was a little slow and a little shy, but he was cute, and for some reason, I was both hungry and horny, and this was in spite of the fact that some motherfucking monster had put me in a coma for a day. I wanted sausage, dammit, and I wasn’t going to let my injuries pass up this opportunity for some meat in my mouth.

“Come on,” I said as walked toward him. “I’ll make us breakfast.”

He backed up as I walked through the door, though I could feel his eyes on my tits. Yeah, things were a little different now that I wasn’t passed out and helpless. He was one of those ‘good’ boys, not the kind that fingers you when you’re in an alcoholic daze. I’ve known plenty of that kind. Now that I was up and running on full steam, however, that meant he wasn’t trying to fight his ‘urges’ anymore, or at the very least, he wasn’t fighting as hard.

I led him into the kitchen and motioned for him to sit down at the table. He took a seat closest to the backdoor and clasped his hands in front of him.

“You like sausage?” I asked him as I opened the fridge. “I know I do.”

“Uhh…sure,” he said quietly.

I pulled out the pack of sausages and a dozen eggs, closed the fridge, and set them on the table. I could feel his blue eyes roaming over the curves of my butt, but I liked that…Yum. I was definitely hungry, and in more ways than one.

“Sit back,” I urged. “Relax. I’ll make us some breakfast. You patched me up, so…I’m happy to service you in return. I’ll get that sausage sizzling hot for you.”

“Uhh…umm…uhhh…” started Daniel.

I couldn’t help but giggle at his reticence. He was going to be fun; I could tell.

I took a pan down from the hanging rack above the kitchen sink, filled that pan with water, and started the kitchen stove burner, that white stove right next to the sink. There was the click, click, click as the electric spark hit the gas, and the flame ignited a moment later. I opened up the sausage, took in a deep breath of that delicious scent, and waited for the water in the pan to start boiling.

Oh my God, that meat smelled good. I wanted to take a bite out of the raw meat in front of me, but I wasn’t that desperate for food. Still, my stomach growled, a loud and embarrassing sound in front of my guest, but I played it off.

“Oof,” I said. “I am starving. Don’t you hate it when your stomach does that?”

“Just means you’re hungry, right?” asked Daniel. “I could barely get you to eat anything at all while you were out.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t die,” I chastised him. “You would have been in deep shit if I had.”

Daniel’s handsome face wilted in embarrassment and guilt. I think by now he was figuring out just how much he’d fucked up. He should have called someone, but I’m really glad he hadn’t. I can think of better activities than spending my days and nights locked up in jail due to drug possession.

“That’s okay,” I said in reassurance. “You did me a massive favor, anyhow. Now I’ll return that favor.”

“Oh…that’s fine,” replied Daniel nervously. “I…think I should change that bandage, though.”

I dropped the sausage into the pan, all of it, the entire pack, and what can I say? I was really hungry. I took down another frying pan, got it started on the stove with a little olive oil, took two eggs from the egg carton, cracked open those eggs, and dropped them in the pan.

Fuck it. Fuck making him think fucking me is his idea. I’m hungry and horny, Goddammit.

It was time to be a little more obvious with my intentions.

“You’re cute, you know that?” I said as I dug out a spatula from the top kitchen drawer.

“Oh…uhh…thanks,” said Daniel.

“I don’t think I believe you, though,” I said.

“About what?” asked Daniel.

“About you not having a girlfriend,” I said. “Guy like you should have a girl on each arm, don’t you think?”

“I…I never thought about it…” stammered Daniel.

Oh, I like him. He’s not only cute, he’s vulnerable. I can have fun with that.

“Well, you did me a massive service by not turning me in,” I said nonchalantly. “I’ve never been caught with drugs, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“I…I don’t do drugs,” said Daniel.

“I don’t really consider weed a drug,” I replied. “Now the meth I have, that’s another story. Even so, I’m not nearly as bad about it as I used to be. I don’t want to end up with sores and missing teeth and all that other stuff, so I’ve been sticking to weed lately. It’s better for you, you know?”

“I wouldn’t know,” said Daniel, and I could tell that he was nervous.

“My dad went into town on a house flipping project,” I said. “He says he’s staying at the hotel, but I know he’s shacking up with his girlfriend. I don’t really care, though. As long as it makes him happy, right? That’s all that matters.”

“Yeah…” replied Daniel.

The eggs were done much faster than the sausage, but I wasn’t interested in them. I put them on a plate and handed them to Daniel along with a knife and fork.

“Thank you,” said Daniel.

I went back to breathing in the delicious fumes of the sausage I was still cooking.

“Not a problem,” I said. “So…when are your folks expecting you back?”

“In three days,” said Daniel. “That’s the normal timetable.”

“You could stay here, instead,” I said.

“What?” asked Daniel.

“I think you should stay here,” I said, this time more firmly. “I don’t know how to change this bandage or anything…Maybe you should stay here and make sure I don’t get an infection?”

“Oh…well I…” said Daniel hesitantly.

“It’ll be nice to have some company,” I said. “I’ll fix you some meals as payment. You can sleep in my dad’s bed…or in mine…if you want.”

“Umm…” said Daniel.

“Why don’t you just eat breakfast and think about it,” I said. “You can change my bandage after we eat.”

“Oh…Okay,” replied Daniel in marked uncertainty.

I took some orange juice from the fridge and poured him a glass, then finished cooking the sausage. I gave him a couple of links and then dumped out the rest onto my own plate, sat down across from him, and looked down at my breakfast. Staring down at that pile of meat, however…Goddamn, was I hungry.

That first bite was so juicy and so delicious that I just tore into the rest of the links on my plate. Daniel ate slowly, patiently, but I was like some preschooler eating Jell-O for the first time. I ignored him completely during that time, scarfing down that pile like it was my last meal.

I finished a little after he did, but the look on his face…I can’t really describe it. He was either impressed or horrified; I couldn’t really tell.

“That was good,” I said as I picked up our plates and put them in the sink. “Now you can change my bandage. That’s not too much trouble, is it?”

“It’s probably a good idea,” said Daniel.

“Let’s go, then,” I replied.

I led him into the living room and waved a hand toward the comfy chair in the center of the living room floor.

“Sit,” I ordered.

“Uhh…okay,” he said nervously.

I stood in front of him, brushed my long curly brown hair back with my hands, reached down, and pulled off my shirt. Daniel’s eyes went wide as I tossed my shirt aside and shimmied out of my panties, tossing them aside as well.

“What…What are you…?” he started.

I leaned forward and placed my right index finger across his lips, and then I got down onto my knees before him, fully intent on having a little more sausage for my breakfast. I pushed his knees apart and unzipped his jeans, and he said nothing in response to this.

He sucked in his breath as I reached into his jeans, reached through the hole in his underwear, and pulled out his cock. He was already partially erect, and his penis was a good six-and-a-half inches long, circumcised, just like I liked them. I took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked up and down the shaft, and his breathing went ragged and erratic as I did so.

I tasted some salty precum as his cock hardened in my mouth. It was a thick thing, his erect penis, definitely enough to satisfy my urges, so I popped it from my mouth and straddled his lap, ready to take it in.

I breathed out in relief as I slid myself over his hard rod. That head moved up my wet tunnel, spreading me open, and it was like scratching an itch you just couldn’t quite reach, a relief of something I needed so badly that I couldn’t resist the urge if I tried.

I adjusted my knees and legs so that they were comfortably positioned next to his, and then I bent down and kissed him lightly on the lips.

“Now you may change my bandage,” I said in a husky voice.

I took his hands in mine and guided them up the sides of my bare ribs, and then I picked up his hands and moved them up toward my shoulder. His breathing was ragged, hard, but he said nothing as he undid the medical tape he had so diligently put on me yesterday morning. I slid up and down his cock as he did this, slowly, sinuously, making him feel every inch of my pussy, and oh, I could certainly feel every inch of him at the same time.

He pulled off my bandage, and a rough breath of surprise escaped his lips.

“Your stitches came out…” he breathed.

I looked over at the wound on my shoulder, but the bite mark was pink with new scarring, as if I’d been bitten a month or more ago. The discarded bandages were stained yellow and brown, the black stitching stuck to that nasty coating.

“Whoa,” I said as I continued to slowly fuck him. “What the…? Is that normal?”

I moved up and down his thick dong as he stared me right in the eyes, a look of strange shock on his handsome face.

“Nothing about this is normal,” he said, and he sounded weirded out.

“Oh,” I breathed.

I shut him up by taking his head in my hands and kissing deeply into his mouth, sliding my tongue over his. He tasted like eggs and sausage and orange juice, but I didn’t care. I open-mouthed him as I slithered up and down his cock in animal passion, feeling him inside me, that bulbous head up near my cervix, feeling my own soft wet muscles gripping it, massaging it.

I rubbed my clit and hood on his jeans as my own juices flowed down the shaft of his penis, and I reveled in that wet sensation.

“Mmm…mmm…” I moaned as I sucked lightly on his tongue.

He dropped the bandages to the floor and gripped me around my waist, running his hands up along the smooth skin of my back.

Yes…Now he was into it.

I pulled away from his mouth and hugged him tightly, my own arms pushing back around his shirt to trap them between his back and the comfy chair. I nuzzled my left ear into his left ear, and then I pushed aside his shirt to lick into the bare skin of his left shoulder. I nipped lightly into his skin and held my teeth there for a moment, licking a bit into what little flesh I had pulled up.

“Oh…Oh…” breathed Daniel.

I let go of his skin and then sat erect, my back straight, and moved his head down toward my left nipple, urging him to gently suck on it. He suckled it with the finesse I was hoping for, and I moaned in response to that, a loud moan that surprised even me. I pushed my hips into him while angling my back, pushed out, then in, then out, then in, enjoying the sheer pleasure of his thick dong inside my happy wet tunnel.

“Oh, you’ll stay, yes,” I breathed out. “Yes, you will. You’ll stay here and protect me…Protect me from any monsters…”

I moved his head over to my right breast, felt his lips across my right nipple, his tongue curling around it to stroke it in a gentle caress. I moved my butt from side to side, feeling my clit move back and forth across the cloth of his boxer briefs.

I wasn’t thinking about talking dirty. I wasn’t thinking about saying titties or cunt or anything like that. All I did was concentrate on the fullness of his cock inside me, that round head up near my cervix, my small pink clit moving across his underwear.

“Don’t go,” I whispered as I closed my eyes. “Stay with me. Tell me you’ll stay with me.”

I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I gripped the sides of the comfy chair and pulled up, slid off of him to stand, slowly, carefully. I balanced on the chair to keep it from falling over as I moved my throbbing wet pussy toward his lips. I wanted him to taste me, taste all of me, so that he wouldn’t leave.

He may have acted like a schoolboy, but he was no virgin. His tongue slid up into the folds of my wet snatch, licking up my juices and slithering into my open hole. I brought my left foot up to stand it on the right arm of the chair, my left knee right beside his head, reached down, and gripped the back of his head as I pushed his face in a little more. I wanted to smear my cream all over him, let him smell me, smell my wild scent, even when he was out of my reach.

His tongue licked over my large pee hole and then up, up onto my clit. I shivered in excitement, my butt jiggling a little as I bit my lower lip.

“Mmmm…fuck…” I breathed out. “Oooh…Oohh fuck…Mmm…Keep doing that…Mmm…Suck it a little…Mmm…Yes…Mmm…Yes…”

I pushed in a little more, felt the breath from his nostrils stand my pubes on end, and I shook as I felt an orgasm building in my lower belly, spreading out from my clit to enter me, spreading out and up like a burning liquid flame of desire and want.

“Mmm, yes…Mmm, yes…” I moaned. “Mmm…Right there…Mmmn…nng…Oh…Oh fuck…Oh, fucking God…Mmm…Mmmnn…Nnng…Unnng…Oh…Oh…Don’t stop!…Nnng…Oh…Oh my God!…Mmmn…Nngg…NNNNGGGGG!”

I came, shivering and shaking on his face, that explosion of release inside me, cumming like a little bitch in heat, and I loved it, loved that shaking nudity and ass clenching spasm that made me grin wide and wonderful in that moment of pure sexual energy. My juices spilled out onto his face, down his chin, and down his shirt, but I didn’t care. I’d never had sex like this before, and I wanted more.

I didn’t give him any time to think about it. I straddled him again and licked across his lips and chin, licked up my own pussy cream and savored its strong, wild taste. My tongue was pressed wide and flat against his wet skin as I licked across it, and he shook in my arms, a helpless prey in the jaws of a fearsome predator.

I got down from his lap and onto my knees upon the wooden floor again, took his thick cock into my right hand, and studied it as I stroked it up and down, the shaft still wet from my pussy juices.

“Oh, yeah,” I said softly. “Oh, that’s a big piece of meat…Mmm…I like big pieces of meat…Big juicy sausages…Mmm…”

I stroked him like this as he closed his eyes and sucked in his breath, and then I took that big dick into my mouth, sucked it in as my eyes rolled up into the whites from it. The taste of his precum was much stronger now, much saltier, and I breathed through my nose as I sucked hard on his tip.

“Mmm…Mmm…” I breathed out as I slurped up and down his thick shaft.

I reached into his underwear and pulled out his balls. I popped off his cock, licked across his big balls, and then sucked both of them into my mouth. The musk from his balls flooded my mouth, and I licked up and down the sack with my tongue before releasing them and taking his dong back into my mouth.

“Oh…Mmm…So good…So fucking good…” I said as I continued to slurp him up and down.

His breathing picked up as he pushed out more and more ragged breaths. He clutched the sides of my head as I slurped faster and faster, but I couldn’t control myself. There was a need inside me to unleash everything sexual about me, so I did.

“Oh…Oh…Oh…OH…OH…OH…OOOOOH GAWWWHD!” cried Daniel.

White hot semen squirted up into my mouth in a glorious ivory fountain of salt and lava-like heat. His whole body shook as he spurted up into the back of my throat, his hands clutching my head as if he were holding on for dear life.

I waited until every last drop of semen squirted into my mouth before pulling off him. His cock plopped down onto his jeans as I quickly got up and straddled him again, pulling his face toward mine. I opened-mouthed into him, semen spilling from the sides of my lips as it spilled into his mouth at the same time. My tongue ran across his as semen and saliva exchanged in that impassioned kiss, and then I swallowed what I could, so that his spore was with me from now on, the taste of what was him, so that I could track him wherever he went, wherever he might go.

I was not going to lose him. I wanted him, and he was mine.

THE END