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Leaves rustled to the left of him, but Marvin chose to ignore it. One knee rested on the moist underground. In that fashion he sat as he peered into the woods. In his right hand, he held his bow, an arrow notched. They had been stalking their prey all morning. The sun had not risen when they left the camp. Now it caused long beams of light through the tree tops, illuminating the dust which drifted in the air. Finally they had caught up with the group.
With his hand, he signalled to his four companions. He had spotted their prey. He chose his target, a young male, pulled the arrow to his lips and let it go. He imagined he could hear the arrow fly, what Marvin didn't have to imagine was the dull sound of impact and scream of pain which followed.
Three more arrows hit the young buck, all flying from different bows. It proved too be to much for the animal, which tried to walk but instead of moving forward it fell to the ground.
Slowly the five walked over to the dying animal. When they reached it, it was Robert who made use of his knife and released the deer into death.
He inspected the arrows which stuck out of its flanks then he looked up to Marvin. He started to appreciate the man’s hunting skills, and if Marvin's way with the blade was as fabulous as Robert's own wife had described it, he would prove to be a valuable asset to their cause.
“Right into its heart. That's some good shooting Marvin,” Robert said.
“I do my best, my Lord,” the other answered in his humble manner.
“He does his best, did you hear that Nico?” Thomas muttered.
“His best al-right. Would be nice if he left us some game to shoot at.” The tone in which Nicolas answered was almost resentful.
“I will do it slower next time, so you have a chance to watch and learn.” was Marvin's retort.
The laughter of the four men scared the birds high up in the tree, who flew away to seek a more quiet place to rest.
“Come. Let us gut the deer and we can carry our prize back to the camp. Would you like to give it a try, boy?” Robert's question was addressed to Bram, Nicola's son, who had been staring at Marvin, his young face full of awe.
“Do you know how to field dress? No, you don't? Come on over and we will do it together.”
The boy walked shyly to his fathers Lord, who started to instruct him.
“First we lay the deer on his back and spread its legs. Then you cut its hide. Here take my knife. Start at its neck, careful now. Good, good and now around his genitals. The cock and balls,” he explained upon the boy's puzzled look. “Yes and now around the anus, shitter, up to his cock again.” By now the boy was sweating in concentration. “Now that you have cut the hide, next is the layer of fat and muscles underneath. Take the same path as before but don't cut too deep for you must not damage the innards. Well done lad! Please hand me back my knife and I'll show you how to remove the bowels. Look carefully. Next time I'll let you do this.”
With his knife back in his right Robert started the butcher's work. Next to him, Bram projected his full mental focus on the operation played out before him, an expression of extreme concentration coloured his face. Every time Robert expounded an action, the boy's head bobbed in unseen nods.
Larissa was glad she got away. Her morning had been filled with people bringing reports and people asking for orders. She knew as a Lady she had to become accustomed to it. But not now. Now she finally had time, time to think.
Her time in the woods had been more than a week ago and since that time, she had not had a single moment to think about what happened between her and Marvin. Oh well, she thought about it; she thought about him. He was always there. He had his own little spot in the back of her mind. But time to rest and think clearly she had not.
The water rippled and the mirror forest faded away as Larissa waded in to the basin. It was hidden behind high bushes, which one had to crawl through. No one knew about this little paradise, except for Larissa who had found it about six years ago and hadn't let anybody in on its existence. It was her own little spot.
A little stream refilled it with fresh water and at the end of the summer it was luke water.
She now was knee deep. When she looked down she could see small fish swimming around her feet. Her toes curled over the edge to a deeper part of the basin. The fish scattered when her feet came free of the soil and Larissa dove in to the clear water.
Had there been an observer, he surely would have enjoyed the sight of her naked body, swimming with powerful strokes under the surface, just not as visible as he would like it be, cloaked by the water.
A short while later Larissa was floating on her back, staring at to the cloudless sky. Her thought drifted as well, to her husband and to the man she thought she loved.
The essence of her dilemma came down to one problem; the fact that these characteristics ought to describe one and the same person, something they did not.
There was Robert and there was Marvin. Marvin, she craved for his touch; every time she saw him, her heart missed a beat.
Two nights ago, she walked in the dim light which shone in the old mine's corridors. A hand grabbed her arm and she got pulled into a dark niche, lips pressed against hers. There they had kissed each other, ten seconds, an hour, who could tell? But when steps neared them, he had whispered “Good bye my love” and was gone. She stood there her heart beating so fast she feared it might rip open her chest.
Marvin, the picture of a loyal subject his Lord, her husband. But when he was sure no one looked, he grabbed her hand and gave it squeeze or he playfully pinched her bottom. The bottom of his Lady, his lover.
How could a woman function with such a man around, just beyond her grasp?
Small rocks pressed into her back. Apparently she had drifted to the shallow parts. With thoughts of Marvin in her mind she touched herself. Her hand cupped her small breast and gasped when two fingers pinched her nipple. She thought of his smile, his broad chest, his hard cock. A hand stroked absently over her abdomen, swiftly it passed and reached her cunt, slowly she started to rub.
Then one finger went inside, to be joined by a second, together they moved in and out, in and out. Her left hand caressed and pinched her nipple uncontrollably. Water splashed where her right did its work.
Pleasure shocked through her body. She raised her pelvic high above the surface, resting on her heel and shoulder blades. The she let out a long and loud moan.
Slowly she sank back under, cooling her glowing body in the now relatively cold water. And while her mind was still foggy, she heard someone speak behind her.
“Very nice hide out you got here, though hard to reach,” a well-known voice said.
Larissa turned onto her belly so she could see the young man standing on the edge of the basin. Her well-formed behind, which he liked to pinch, stuck above the water, and the wetness, which lingered upon it, glittered in the sun.
“How did you find me?” she asked him.
“I saw you slip into the forest. I wanted to follow you right then, but first I had attend to to the deer we shot. Once it was done, I excused myself and set out to follow your trail, which was very hard to spot, so I knew it was yours. Later on I just had to follow the sound,” he finished with a grin.
“May I join my Lady?” Marvin asked already undressing.
“Yes you may,” she answered and her stomach tightened in anticipation.
The sight of the naked women in the water had left Marvin highly aroused, so when he pulled down his breaches his cock stood in full attention.
Larissa's mouth watered.
Slowly he walked into the water, his member bouncing with every step. And when Marvin reached her she lay before him on the ground, like he was an idol to be admired.
Then she kissed his feet, she did not know what had compelled her to do so, but it seemed the right thing to do.
She kissed his feet and after that she kissed his ankle, then his shin and his knee; to reach it she had to sit on her own. When she kissed his inner tight his sack brushed over her forehead, so she looked up and over her nose. It travelled to her lips. She opened her mouth to lick then she parted her lips even wider and sucked one ball in to her mouth.
While this all happened her hands had travelled up. Her left rested on his buttocks and her right slowly stroked his member.
After some time Marvin took her by her left hand.
“Rise, my Lady, for I want to meet your lips.” He hooked a finger under her chin and guided her up.
Her right hand lingered on his cock, her left entangled in his hair, both his hands cupped her butt, and they kissed.
She let go of his member to lock her hands behind his neck. He lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. Larissa's wet body pressed against Marvin's dry one. So he carried her into the deeper water, their lips still locked.
Ignorant of the sudden disappearance of the soil, Marvin stepped over the edge. In each other's arms, they went ducking, spluttering and laughing. They swam back to the edge.
There Larissa placed herself on Marvin's lap, his dick rested in the crack between her cheeks, she whispered into his ear,
“Finally I'm going to feel that cock of yours inside me.”
To put words to deeds she reached behind her back, grabbed the base of his cock, guided its tip to the entrance of her pussy, and accompanied by a long moan of satisfaction she let his member glide into her. Their pelvises met once again.
With her head resting on his neck, she started to rock her hips. Marvin let out a moan when the warm and soft inside of Larissa's cunt started moving up and down his cock. His hands rested on her hips and the muscle in his buttocks tensed and relaxed to meet her rocking motion.
One hand left the curve of her body to reach for her breast. She released her grab behind his head and with her hands resting on his knees behind her, Larissa leaned back. Her bust, now proudly presented to Marvin's attention, bounced in time.
Marvin lowered his head and locked his lips on a nipple. The sensation caused by the swirling tongue led to a small orgasm, which Larissa expressed in a high pitched moan.
Her grab on his knees tightened and water splashed due the ferocity of their mating. The density of the liquid around them prevented any increase of velocity.
Every time Larissa moved up her cunt almost lost grasp of his cock, just to be slammed down again.
Deep in his sack Marvin fell his balls tighten.
“Please, please. Come inside of me. I want to be filled by your seed. I want you, I want your...” Larissa's plea was cut off by a long load moan. It was answered by a grunt which came deep out of Marvin's chest. And as Larissa's inner walls started to spasm around his dick, deep from out his balls sperm spilled into her womb.
Then the moaning stopped and once again only the songs of birds were to be heard in the forest.