by V. K. Ludwig
“That’s right,” Bry said. “I found that old breast pump, don’t you remember? Now I found bottles that can actually take the nipples that came with it.”
He scratched the skin along his collar. “Oh… ok.”
“Tomorrow then?” Bry drew her lip into a victorious smirk.
I nodded, and she disappeared through the door, the bottles chinking and jangling with each waddle of her feet.
“Follow me,” River said. “I want to show you something.”
Through the side door, we followed a pathway overtaken by thorny branches and blossoms of deep pink. The flagstones on the ground gave away underneath my feet, and each of my carefully placed steps pushed them deeper into the mud.
The archery range looked like a picture from an old history book. Three life-sized deer formed from bunches of golden straw stood proudly at the other end of the wall. Three generous red dots marked their chests, the area behind their necks and their flanks. The soil moved underneath my soles, soaked with the rain of I don’t know how many weeks. Neither ferns nor shrubs seemed to grow in this low-lying area. Instead, light and dark green bunches of moss covered the ground and a good part of the flagstone wall around us. Bows dangled from a bent metal rack, and a big round barrel held what looked like hundreds of arrows.
“I bet nobody ever taught you how to shoot a bow,” he said and grabbed a bow.
“You’re not serious, right?”
He held the bow inches away from my hands, a provocative half-smile on his face. Planting one foot between mine, he pushed my right leg back by a good two feet.
“If you don’t have a strong stance, your arrow won’t make it far,” he said.
I sighed. He would never let it go, so I grabbed the bow by the handle.
“Turn your left toe out a little.” He grabbed a handful of arrows from the barrel. “Yeah, like that. Now hold your bow hand in front of you. That would be the one with the bow if you wondered.”
I flung my eyelashes up. “Really?”
“Take this,” he said and gave me one of the arrows. “Put the notch into that string. No, lower. Perfect.”
He walked up behind me and the surrounding air warmed by a few degrees.
“Now hold the end of the arrow between your index and middle finger. You’ll thank me for it tomorrow.”
Index and middle finger? I couldn’t even tell left from right anymore!
“Like this,” he whispered and helped me arrange my fingers, leaving a thin layer of sweat behind where he had touched me.
He pushed my elbow up. “Strong, but not tense. If you tense your muscles too much, you will tire them within seconds. Good! Now draw back and let go.”
My arrow ended in the mud. Less than five feet away from me. River chuckled and handed me another one. I placed the notch onto the bowstring and took a deep breath. Focus!
Before I got to draw back, he stepped up closer. His hips less than an inch away from me, I sensed him behind me. The bow tucked on my muscles like a bar of iron.
Unable to put any force into it, my words came out a breath. “What are you doing?”
In a gentle stroke, River ran his hand from my elbow down to my shoulder, while simultaneously wrapping his arm around my hip. He pulled me back and closed the fabric thin distance between us. What would he do if I turn around now?
“I’m teaching you to shoot a bow,” he whispered.
The breath of his husky words breezed over the side of my neck. He was so close now. Closer than he should have been. Goosebumps turned my skin into a surreal landscape of neatly arranged hills. With every breath he released, a sweet shudder shot through my chest and poured down along my navel and between my legs. This makes no sense! Why does my body react like this?
“Draw back again. But slowly. Don’t tense!” he said.
I did as I was told, and my back pushed against his muscle-packed chest. I held my breath. Does he notice how fast my heart is beating? Images of a little girl popped up in front of my eyes. Long black curls cascaded down her back. No, it’s not right. I can’t inseminate myself with his sample. The seed of the man whose job is to protect me. The seed of the man who makes me feel things I didn’t even have proper name tags for. It’s not right! It’s not right!
The hairs of his beard tickled over the base of my neck. “Let go…”
Just as I thought you couldn’t stand any closer to a man, he clawed his fingers into the flesh around my hip bone and pulled some more. The little control that had remained over my body now abandoned me, and my behind pushed back in some sort of primitive reflex. I ground myself into his groin area, and his arousal crushed itself right back at me, turning my breath shallow.
Was this it? Was this what desire felt like? No wonder the Districts wanted to push it back into the deepest caves of our souls. Once released, I feared nobody might control it. I couldn’t. River swayed his hips ever so slightly, and a moan I didn’t even know was there escaped through my parted lips.
What if I would choose him? What would be so wrong about that? Tall, young and strong, River was the epitome of a healthy male fit to reproduce. I had to look him up in the databank. And I had to control this thing called desire, which tumbled me around at its will, like a wave in an endless ocean of things I didn’t understand.
Chapter 15
Numb shell
River
I had to find out! Did I turn her on out there? My cock said ‘yes’, but my brain wiggled its finger at me. Impossible. Her body was supposed to be a numbed shell… But numbed shells don’t grind their perfectly rounded ass against your instrument, do they?
My cabin suddenly too small, all those thoughts and emotions I had brought here from school suffocated me. They poured out of me like baking powder mixed with vinegar, uncontrollable and impossible to push back in.
Bang! Another acorn dropped onto the metal roof and rumbled down the pitch. What if she refused me? The thought set off a wave of shivers which brushed over my entire body. Fuck it! This woman made me feel things I had no clue existed, and I had to find out if she noticed it too.
“Did you hear that?”
Her soft voice cut through my thoughts like a hot knife through butter. No invitation ever sounded this innocent. I wanted to throw my blanket onto the dusty floor and climb up to her, but my arms stuck to my mattress like a tongue to a frozen metal pole. I groaned, the blood in my veins crippled by the cold grip of anxiety.
“Welcome to the forest,” I said. “That is how a metal roof sounds in fall when nothing but oak trees surround your house. It’s just acorns. Go back to sleep.”
Fuck, you are such a wimp, River!
The embers in the stove slumbered in a bed of hot coal and ash, throwing warped and distorted shadows across the moonlit floor. I shoved my blanket underneath my chest and tossed myself around, letting the fore warm my spine.
I startled. Her small hand settled on my shoulder as if it had always belonged there. Turning back, she stood in front of me dressed in a long flowing gown. The fabric told neither where her waist started nor where it ended, but it spoke volumes about the temperature inside the cabin. She rubbed her hands together, not even trying to hide those hard nipples on which the gown got caught with each breath. She seesawed back and forth on her heels and toes, the hem of her nightgown touching her shins and calves in disarray. I lifted my blanket enough so she might slip in, but not too much as to let the heat escape from beneath it. She cocked her head from one side to the other as if it was a coin she needed to flip. Heads lost, and she slipped right in.
“I better put another log on,” I said.
I pushed myself up, trying to maneuver myself over her. The three-feet-law was long broken. More often than I dared to count. But I decided not to touch her as I picked my leg up and placed it down on the other side. Before I brought the other one over, her arms slung around my back and tugged on me.
“Stay,” she whispered. “I’ll be much colder if you leave me.”
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p; With my arms outstretched to support my weight, my body begged me to lower myself down onto her body. Every inch of me craved to touch her, and within seconds my cock pushed against my tight briefs. No way she wouldn’t notice that massive tent in my pants. This was my chance, and she had served it to me on a golden platter. Only an idiot might turn it down.
“Do you want me to warm you up?” I asked.
She answered by arching her body against mine.
At first, I relaxed my arms and chest carefully as not to squish her underneath the weight of my body. Next, my stomach settled on the thin piece of fabric between us. She didn’t allow me any hesitation when it came to my hips and pulled them down and right into the junction of her legs. My cock jolted at the touch of her warm folds, which ignited an electric spark that rumbled to my every nerve end.
My eyes chased hers until they locked, then I ran my hand through her long, raven black hair. The moon shone through the window and onto her beautiful face. Was this even real?
I bore my stare into her and watched her reaction. Quivering lips, twitching skin, tense muscles… I wanted to know it all, or nothing of this would ever make sense to me. Did she want me to push my cock inside her because she desired me? Or was this the curiosity of a puppy away from its leash?
Taking a deep breath, I rocked my hips back and forth. She bit down a shy moan, but I had heard it already, and my cock grew painfully hard. I fumbled my pants down and relieved myself from the discomfort of my overly eager boner, which now poked its head out from underneath my boxer brief's elastic waistband.
With the thick fabric out of the way, I ground against her folds again, this time splitting them open with my shaft. I continued the rocking motion, rubbing myself so close to an orgasm I could have soaked her gown in my cum within seconds. I mean, would anyone actually expect me to last more than a few seconds?
I took a few slow and deep breaths and let my hand glide down her legs. She didn’t flinch when I picked up the hem of her gown, and neither did she when I bunched it up just above her hip bone.
Soaked with my saliva, my tongue worked her hard nipple through the fabric. Her body tensed, and she once more moaned in pleasure. She lifted her hips and banged her pubic bone against my cock, but my focus wandered up to her lips — shiny from the many times she had licked them in what I hoped was lust and not second thoughts.
She stared at me, her face trembling. Her breathing became faster, and together we let our mouths become one in a gentle kiss that tasted sweeter than spring honey. She sighed, and I stopped my body dead in the tracks.
“I hurt you, didn’t I?” I asked.
She shook her head and pushed her torso up to look down at our bodies. So close together, I smelled the decade-old layer of ash that awaited me if anyone would ever find out. My boner dangled from my crotch, shiny with pre-cum, having freed itself from my underwear all of its own. What if I got her pregnant? My heart stuttered. No. I bet that’s not how it works with her body. After years of suppressed womanhood, it couldn’t be this simple. What if she changed her mind in the middle of it? I wasn’t someone to go against a woman’s will but… damn… what if I my cock refused to stop?
I gazed into her beautiful eyes, framed by thick black eyelashes. Then I placed the tip of my cock right at her entrance. “Is this really what you want?”
She hesitated, and I held my breath for what seemed an eternity. I had fantasized about this for over fifteen years. Finally, I was so close…
Ayanna answered my question by raising her pelvis, and my head slipped into her soaking folds. Damn! She’s so fucking wet! I didn’t dare to look, but I bet her swollen pink clit would have peeked out at me from a shiny cave, waiting for me to push inside. My cock throbbed, ready to do what he had never done before, but I hesitated.
This was nothing like the year two-thousand-something porn I sometimes watched. I got the mechanics down, but this was different. What if I hurt her? My chest tightened. Just how deep can I go?
Ayanna’s hands reached out for me, and she let them intertwine with mine. In a single wide motion, I raised our arms over her head and split her inner lips like a log.
“Mmh,” I hummed.
I gave a slow thrust, but my rock-hard friend was met with the resistance of her tight walls and something else. Man, this hurt! She wrinkled her nose, and I stopped, terrified I might do this all wrong. I looked down on us. Nope, I am barely in. Granted, everything on my body was big. It’s not like we never compared when we were boys. But still… wasn’t she supposed to be built with room to spare? I kissed and licked her collarbone, waiting for her to tell me what to do.
Her face relaxed, and she rocked her pelvis against mine. I picked up where I had left off and pried my way inside her. She moaned, sighed and quivered underneath me. With each thrust, her muscles seemed to relax more until I had fought myself deep into her cave. And just like that, I had taken something from her that would never be there again for another man to take. Alternating moans sounded from our lips, hers sweet and high-pitched, mine husky and low.
“Am I hurting you?” I asked.
She waited for three groans until she answered. “A little.”
“Do you want me to stop?” I let go of her hands and clenched her waist, giving another, deeper thrust. “Or do you want me to keep going?”
“No!”
“No what?” I asked confused and hurried my face between her chin and her collarbone.
“Don’t stop!”
That did it for me. I pushed as deep inside her as her body would let me. She whimpered, but spread her legs wider for me at the same time. Our bodies pressed against each other in a rhythmic wave of shared pleasure. The sweet suction of her pussy was too much for me to take.
“Fuck! You feel so good,” I moaned.
I think I'm going to blow! My cum sat right there at the tip of my cock, waiting to empty itself in her pussy.
I looked down and pulled out until I saw the rim of my head, then I plunged back inside her in a single strong thrust. Mmh! Her hips arched for more and a thin bead of sweat settled on her forehead.
“Wait! Let's try something.” I pulled my creamed instrument out and rolled onto my back, prompting her with a tug on her hips to mount me. “I want you to get yours.”
She climbed on me and stared at me from confused eyes. “Get mine?”
“Yeah, yours.” I grabbed my shaft right above my balls and guided her onto him. “I want you to come.”
Her groin swallowed him right up, and she moved her hips in circular motions. She filled herself with my entire length and gave a breathy little moan. “I don’t know how.”
Damn! She’s so freaking innocent. I plunged my hands into her waist and pushed her down hard. I needed her to come. Needed her to understand what it feels like to be a woman. My woman!
“That makes two of us,” I whispered.
I gave her a little kick start and pushed her pelvis back and forth. Less than five seconds later she moved that thing all on her own, rubbing her clit across my body: slow at first, but picking up her pace with each deep thrust. The nipples on her small perky breasts stood up, and her breath turned into panting.
She raked her nails into my chest and leaned back. My cock went so deep inside her, I did not understand how she actually made him fit. I caressed her hips and waist, and with each push she gave, I pulled her deeper.
“Mmmh, River!”
Fuck! She said my name. I gritted my teeth, struggling to hold on to it for even a second longer. I gave little jerks with my hips, and her entire body vibrated in response. A breathy scream escaped her. She held her breath. Convulsive waves trembled through her pussy and milked on my cock. I can’t hold it anymore! A guttural sound rumbled from my chest, and my pulsing cock poured cum deep inside of her.
She collapsed into my arms, sweaty and spent. Her body trembled, and underneath her breasts, her heart pounded against her ribcage as if it wanted to break free. I wrapped my arms around her and
pulled her into my heaving arms. How was I supposed to go back to a life without this? Without her? I had made her a woman, and she had made me a man.
I kissed her on the forehead and played with a damp and knotted strand of her hair. “How was that, beautiful?”
She fucked herself to orgasm on my rock hard instrument. How did this happen?
“Overwhelming,’ she said. “If this is what sex feels like, then I’m not sure if my body was made for it.”
I laughed. “Oh, my cock told me your body was definitely made for it.”
My friend pulled out of her when she let herself slide down and to the side. I turned around and grabbed a tissue from underneath my bed and handed it to her. “You can clean yourself up with that.”
She took it and placed it between her legs, then she rested her head on my chest. My breathing slowed down, and pride washed over me like a shower on a hot day in August. Two weeks ago I wanted to know everything about my past. Now I lay in bed with the most beautiful woman in my arms, and all I cared about was a future with her. I claimed her. She was mine. She just didn’t understand it yet.
“Do you miss your family?” I asked.
She gave a quick shrug. “I miss Isabelle, my best friend from the community home. And the kids, of course. But other than that, I don’t have any family to miss.”
“Children don’t grow up with their parents at the Districts? Or at least their mother?”
“Yeah.” She rubbed her hand over my chest in slow, gentle motions. “Kids usually stay with their mom’s in community homes. It wasn’t always like that though. I grew up on a farm with my parents until I was fourteen.”
I couldn’t bite back a smirk. “A farm? Like, with farm animals and stuff?”
“Uhu.” She lifted her head and gazed into my eyes. “Is that so hard to believe?”
“No. Not at all. It’s just… I never pictured the Districts with people living on a farm. With pitchforks, jeans bibs and a straw hat like in one of those old off-grid living magazines Oriel loves to read.”
