by Candy Quinn
Tom let his gun drop to his hip, though still those hardened eyes looked at Legault as if trying to see through to the man’s soul. There was that tinge, there, shared between them. The knowledge of what death looks and smells like, and he nodded for Legault to approach, his hand held out for the letter. “Lemme see.”
Legault did just that, handing over the letter as he looked about at the farm with appreciation. “You’ve made quite the lil’ haven fer yerself here, sir,” the approval on his voice obvious. “Ain’t no man could hope fer better than ta retire from the war to a life on a farm like thissun.”
“It’s my way of providin’ for the troops,” he agreed as he scanned over it, though it didn’t seem much like he was reading it. He waited a moment before staring at the younger man before him, “Well, ain’t gonna need help ‘til spring.”
Legault nodded his head to the man, “I reckoned as much, sir. A man like yerself who served knows how ta take care of his own property an’ kin against bandits an’ other sorts, I figure. But it’s a long trek through the winter countryside, so I figured I had ta try. After all, might be some folks about who need a hand with doin’ some repairs or somethin’, or willin’ ta keep a fella on until the spring comes and the real work begins,” he said, carefully planting the ideas.
The man’s mind churned before he slowly nodded, looking thoughtful. “Look, I ain’t got much, and I need ta care for me and mine first.”
Legault took the paper back and nodded casually, “‘Course, ain’t no sensible man operates any other way, sir. You look out fer yours, and ya give what ya can to the war effort. And with the aid of the Up Above, I’ll do just the same in my own time. I thank ya for hearin’ me out anyhow.” He extended his hand out towards the veteran’s one-arm in a cordial manner.
Tom delayed before he put his hand in the other man’s mitt, holding it firmly, “Look,” he said sternly. “I can’t care for yer food. We only got what we got. But there’s a spare room, if you can look after some things ‘round the place. Amy ain’t good with her hands, and... well, neither is her old man.”
Legault’s eyes went wide with surprise, “Ya mean that, sir?” He did an excellent job with the act, and looked about at the surrounding forest and countryside. “Out here a man would have no issue scroungin’ up food, not even at this time a year, I reckon.” The excitement glimmered in his eyes. “I’ll do you an’ the Up Above proud with my work, I swear. And ain’t gonna be no reason ta fear no bandits or nothin’, because I’ll lay down my life before I let those pigs hurt you kind folks!”
For the first time a smile touched the man’s lips, and with the softened expression he looked so much like his tender hearted daughter. “I’ll show ya ‘round,” he said, for perhaps he was lonely too.
“This is some amazin’ piece a property ya got here, sir,” Legault said with appreciation as their tour wound down. “Ya could house a real big family in here,” and as he rubbed a hand over one of the wood beams he was truly thoughtful on that count.
They both heard the creak of the door as it opened and Amy’s voice rang through, “Pa, it’s just me! The fish are in the smoke house.”
The old man looked to Legault and he could see the joy twinkle in his eyes, but then darkness overcame it, “My daughter is my prize. You ain't to touch her.”
Legault’s look of appreciation went serious and he nodded to the man. “‘Course sir. Ain’t a man’s place ta encroach on another’s daughter without leave a him an’ the Up Above,” he said, expecting this to come up from the beginning.
He stared for a few moments longer before giving a nod and calling out, “I’m upstairs, Amy. We got a guest.”
His voice dropped, “I’m Tom, by the by.”
Amy’s light footsteps were on the stairs, a steady, slow pace.
“Legault,” he said, “as ya no doubt reckoned from the letter.” He put on a light smile and turned to watch as his young love came up the stairs. It took all he had in him to contain his excitement and desire; he had to put on a cool front, for her father would be suspicious of the slightest betrayal of his lust or love.
Amy’s head poked in, and went to her father before the Legault and her brows furrowed. “Pa?” she asked, “Why’s there a man here?”
Giving a formal bow, he rose up and introduced himself. “Legault ma’am. Yer father offered me a spot a work here on yer lovely farm,” he said with some pride, resisting the urge to brush a hand back over his hair. He didn’t figure Tom would be too appreciative of him doing anything to win Amy’s affection just yet.
The innocent young woman gave him a nod, having left her shawl behind and leaving her in that heavy, fall outfit. “Amy,” she answered before looking back at her father, “I only caught enough fish for us,” she reminded him.
“Yea, Legault said he’d hunt for his own,” Tom reassured his daughter, moving to her and kissing her forehead, “But for tonight, why don’t you make enough for three. He’ll make it up to us tomorrow.”
“Yes, Pa,” she said obediently and slipped from the room, leaving the two men alone once more.
It was so late when Legault heard it; that tell tale creak of the floorboard. But was it her? Or was it simply the house settling in to sleep as well. Yet he heard it again, closer, and when he saw the brass doorknob begin to turn, he knew it had to be her. His loved one. She shut the door behind her with a soft click, wearing nothing but a pale white slip, her hair piled onto her head in pins. She closed the distance between them so quickly, her mouth finding his in the pale moonlit room.
The farmhouse was so much warmer than the cold hovel they’d had to rendezvous in so many times before. He met her in naught but his underwear, his full, muscular physique on display in the dim light as he held her, crushed her to his blonde haired chest.
It was so long before he broke from their deep lip lock to gaze down at her, and brush his hand over her cheek. “Damn but that weren’t the hardest thing I’ve had to do in months,” he said with a sigh. “Sit across a table from you without touchin’ ya, or even look at ya.”
She nodded in agreement, and silenced her soft moan against his throat, licking him hungrily as her hand roamed lower and lower. She had come to know and appreciate his body, but never had she been so brazen as to touch his member unbidden, unaided. Never had she made the first move, yet her nipples were so hard against him.
Legault’s strong hands went to the underside of her ass and thighs. He lifted her with ease. The room was fairly spacious, as it had belonged to her brothers before they’d went off to war, but now only housed the one. “What I wouldn’t give ta have a place like this all fer us,” he said as she kissed at his neck, the hardness of his manhood, so stiff and full, pressed against her through his thin, cotton boxers. “I’d fill it with yer laughter an’ a dozen lil’ kids.”
She moaned against his body, but it was like a soft breath and she nodded so eagerly as her fingers rubbed his cock. “We have to be quiet,” she said as she felt that stiff member. She wanted it so badly, and her legs spread for him so wide, those pale limbs hiding that sweet, molten cunny.
He pressed her back to the wall, his cock throbbed in her hand, letting her feel those bulging veins, so hot and needful. “I’ll put up with anythin’ as long as I get ta be inside you again right now,” he said, pushing her thighs back further as he let her guide his manhood to her waiting pussy. The soft smack of their lips filled the room as he groaned ever so quietly.
She was soaked against that tip and that descent into her was sublime. Her slender legs wrapped around his ass as she drew him into her with such heated desire, her body trembled against his. She’d never wanted him so bad, never been so wet for him, and her breathing increased. They were so near to her father’s room, the threat of being caught lingered in the air between them, yet she didn’t care. She just needed him to take her.
Groaning huskily, he silenced his noises by sealing their lips together hard as he began to pump his hips, pistoning tha
t thick girth into her damp cunny. The hum of his mouth against hers resonated through them as he took such joy in her body. He took out the long repressed desire of the day, slipped a hand up in under her slip to clutch at one of her perky breasts and squeezed hard as their bodies slapped in the silence of night.
It was perfection, and what she’d longed for since before she even met him. A man moving against her in the warmth of her home, in the safest and yet riskiest spot she could imagine. It was sweet ecstasy and her tongue reverberated against his mouth as they made love with such reckless abandon. Her pink nipple was like a pebble under his palm and she drew him in further.
He pulled back from her, breaking the seal of their lips as his hand squeezed and groped her pert breast. His emerald gaze moved down over her form, past his hard, chiselled chest and he watched the sight of his thick cock sliding out of her quim before it pounded back in beneath her patch of red pubic hair. It was delicious to see.
She whimpered and bit in her lip to silence herself, her face looking so delighted as he took her in her family home, and she shuddered as her fingertips pressed down to her clit just above that slick phallus. She rubbed herself for only a few seconds before she gasped. “Great Beyond!” she uttered as she came, her body twitching and bucking against his.
Legault grunted in response as he felt that rush of warm wetness flood over him. It was so satisfying, but he held back and lifted her body, taking her to his new bed. He laid her out there and resumed his thrusts, kissed her lips hard and lifted that slip up so he could glimpse the fullness of her bare form. They hadn’t had such opportunities out in the woods, to be so bare and exposed, and he wanted to make the most of it, to watch her fully as he took her.
It was sweet to see that little peach split by his masculinity, so wet and glistening with her own pleasure. To have such a woman crave him, the girl just half his age and so recently entered adulthood...
He didn’t have a lot more left in him, not after the long day of repressed desire, but he clung to her tight and pushed back her legs so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders. The slap of their bodies got dangerously loud but he felt his release approaching, and he couldn’t stop himself.
With a noisome grunt he buried his thick length into her tight little quim and shuddered, the whole of his body quaked with his release as he flooded her with his virile seed once more. The sensation was so satisfying he couldn’t contain the sharp, hard bucks as he milked out the very last of his cum.
Luck was with them, for there came no angered footsteps and she pulled him in to finish in her depths, a moan coming from her lips. “Legault,” she husked in her sex laden voice, that edge of innocence and naughtiness combined. They risked her pregnancy every time, and she wanted so badly to find herself swollen by him. She couldn’t help it, for she was a woman, and it was her lot in this world she believed.
He kissed her, stroked her red hair and pressed his hard, hairy chest to her slender frame. He was spent and weary from it, but he enjoyed the closeness all the same, felt her out and enjoyed that moment. “Oh Amy,” he murmured, “I don’t wan’cha ta have ta go back to yer room.” She felt him twitch inside her even as his manhood ever so slowly lost its firmness.
“I can stay for a bit,” she said softly, her arms drawn around him, hugging his masculine torso, “Just let me lay in your arms and enjoy this.” Her voice was filled with such longing, her throat raw with sensuality.
His arms were thick with muscle as he raised his hands over her sides, felt out her arms and kissed her neck. He revelled in her and their closeness, for once not ending their tryst with her rushing off. His voice was hard and gravely from his recent climax as he spoke into her ear. “Someday I’ll find a way ta set ya up in a home all our own, sweet Amy. With nothin’ ta worry ‘bout but you, me an’ the gaggle a kids we’ll have.”
Her lips found his earlobe, tugged on it gently as she sighed. “I want that,” she murmured as her fingertips caressed his hard muscles, his raw flesh. “I want nothin’ more than that, but at least you’re here now. Home with me,” she murmured with such joy and affection. “And soon Pa will grow on you.”
Her kisses were returned with affection, and he smiled at her warmly as her slender digits moved through his coarse, blonde chest hair and over his strong muscles beneath. “Maybe he’ll even give his blessin’ for us before long,” and belatedly it struck him that with the risks they were taking it had hopefully be sooner rather than later. “Don’t care for hidin’ it from your pa.”
“Me neither,” she agreed, her lips traced along his Adam’s Apple. “Legault, you’re the best thing that’s ever come inta my life. I never want to lose you. The thought of you out there alone this winter had me in tears every night.”
Legault frowned at that, for he hadn’t realized what she’d gone through.
With his eyes shut he rolled his eyes back and groaned softly. “I’m so sorry, sweet lil’ Amy,” and his hands roamed back down to her sides and squeezed her chest and breasts. “I hope ta never put ya in such a state of worry again. And if yer pa can consent ta us, well...” he kissed her forehead tenderly, “we’ll be set fer good.”
She felt so safe confessing to him now that he was safe, and she nuzzled into his throat so tenderly as her partially nude body pressed against him. Her flesh was so pale compared to his tanned skin, and she could still smell the forest off of him, “Think the bunnies will find a home in your place?”
With a chuckle he squeezed her in his arms and buried his face in her neck, playful nibbles followed.
Legault was a hard worker, and his passion for Amy spurred on his labour all the more. He proved so indispensable to her father, caught a generous amount of wild game and fish, helped fix up some of the farm for the oncoming Spring, and was fast earning Tom’s trust.
They had forced themselves to be safer at night in the farmhouse itself, for that first time they had been so dangerous. With spring nearly there, her father had headed off to go check the edge of his property, and it gave Legault and Amy some time together.
The sun was bright as he crept into the barn where she was working, and his muscles were hard and bulging through his rolled up sleeves as he came up behind her to hold her. “I’m ‘bout ready ta pop for you right here an’ now, Miss Amy,” he said in his husky voice, his only lightly stubbled chin brushed her neck as he kissed her there from behind.
She moaned, her light purple dress fluttered in the warm breeze that came in from the partially open door. They were surrounded by the smell of hay and seeds, and she pressed against him with such yearning. “I miss your touch,” she agreed as she felt his hands wander over her. “I think he’s gettin’ close to bein’ okay with you. Maybe he’s even thought of it himself.”
Those insistent lips of his moved upon her pale, succulent flesh, nipped and bit between suckles as he put his hands to her breasts, squeezed them over her dress. “Ain’t nothin’ could be soon enough fer me when it comes ta you, sweet Amy,” he said, one hand creeping down all the while to her thigh, slowly curling that dress upwards.
“Hon,” she murmured, her voice becoming so soft and sweet as the palms of her hands rested atop his, guiding them up and bringing her dress with it. She was bare beneath, as always, but she didn’t stop at her sex. Instead she guided his hands up over her pale hips to the low of her stomach. “We need him ta accept you soon.”
Legault didn’t cease his movements immediately, but as his hand rested there on her belly he felt the first signs of what they’d sewn months ago. Her smooth, fair skin was swollen and just a bit hard there. The beginning of a child within her.
He went still and quiet for a moment, then a grin crept across his lips. “Oh damn, Amy,” he said, though it wasn’t in an upset manner. “I ain’t never been so happy before in all my life,” and she felt him press to her exposed rear, his bulging manhood rubbing through his breeches against the swell of her backside.
She laughed, more out of relief than anyth
ing, and she pressed into him so hungrily. “I just... I didn’t know how ta tell you. If I should wait for Pa’s blessing before I did, but the Up Above are smilin’ upon us. Just like we thought. There’s so few men ‘round anymore, and kids... they’re harder an’ harder to come by. It was all meant ta be.”
Not even the seriousness of their situation could dampen their enthusiasm, and he undid his pants even as they spoke. With a lick to her earlobe he muttered, “We’ll see things through. We’ll convince ‘im somehow, Amy,” he said, and she felt his stiffness prod against her, slip into her damp, pregnant folds.
She had to go up on tiptoes, and he still needed to bend down, but that feeling of him taking her was exquisite and her nethers clung to him. “Careful,” she said softly as she let herself drop down on that thick, throbbing mass. Her eyes fluttered closed and she whimpered lightly, “You feel so damned good.”
With a groan he began to pump into her tight cunny, though he took extra care knowing her condition, even so early in. With a tug of her earlobe he groaned into her ear with a gravely husk. “Ya feel better’n any woman ought to be allowed, Amy. And I love ya so damn much,” he professed to her, the slap of his groin to her ass cheeks beginning to resonate in the barn.
She whimpered as she held his hand over her firm stomach. “I love you,” she returned, her cunny so slick against his thickness. “I wanna spend the rest of my days with you.” Her skin flushed, her red hair held in two braids to either side of her body as she rocked against him with such enthusiasm.
Legault couldn’t help himself, he had to take hold of one of her red pigtails and tug it as they rutted. He pulled her head back and to the side, exposed her neck to his ravenous mouth further as he bit and sucked. All the while she felt his thick, veiny girth swell within her, grown so thick with his desire for her.
They’d known each other for such a relatively short period of time, but she was so determined this was meant to be. That he was her one and only.
