CHAPTER 2 : SEX WITH A STRANGER

              VALERIA

          Stepping away from the bustling kitchen, I walked into my little space in the corner of the kitchen. Changed from a haggard-looking dress to a hoodie, jeans, and an overall coat, adjusted my feet into the sneakers and picked up a basket, hurriedly I hopped out of the kitchen.

Inhaling deeply, slipping a sharp pocket knife and small torch into my coat, stepping into the woods as the cold evening wind washed over me. 

Whispering to myself, "Reveal yourself to me, little mushrooms... where are you?"

Talking to myself was a habit I formed over the years of being alone with myself. 

Twigs broke beneath my worn-out sneakers as the smell of damp earth and twitching leaves filled my nostrils.

Scanning through the woodland floor, looking from one moss-covered tree trunk to the next.

Mumbling, "It should have an orange-tinge cap with white spots." I traced the patterns on the mushroom.

My voice firm but faint, "I can't forget the curry leaves and the thyme. Oh, and if I'm lucky, the morels." 

Stroking the dirt, my hands slid through leaves and undergrowth. I continued my search.

Suddenly, I caught a strong scent of blood. It smelled rusty and potent, making my stomach churn. I paused, my eyes growing concerned as my nose twitched.

Blood.

My brows twitched. "Huh? Why's blood smelling here?" I asked myself.

          Jerking my head up immediately, I heard a wolf growl nearby. Curious, I walked closer to the clearing. A gasp escaped from my mouth when I saw a wolf against a tree a little farther from me.

          I took out my touch light from my coat, he leaned up against a tree trunk, his haggard garments bloodied and tattered, his eyes fluttering with a mixture of terror and sorrow, and his face was pale.

I shuddered upon sighting the dark figures of men out in the distance, their voices a low murmur carried by the wind. They moved quickly in the direction I was standing, their touch lights flickering through the path.

I bit my lip as my eyes darted between the wolf and the goons.

 Quickly, I crouched beside the wolf, whispering. "Hang in there... help is here," My hands shaking, staring at his deep wounds, which were bleeding profusely.

          I shut my eyes, curled my palm around the arrow stuck on his arm, and pulled it off as he grumbled.

Staring at the arrow and his wound, I realised he was poisoned. I didn't know much about poisons, but I had read from the physician's book about arrows.

          Ripped out a piece of fabric from my shirt, I needed to curb the bleeding. I quickly wrapped the fabric carefully around the wolf's injured arm as he groaned.

I spun around, hearing the crunch of leaves behind me, blinking into the scary darkness.

I could see the reflection of their touch lights as they got closer to us.

Without much thought, I quickly dragged him into a nearby small hut.

Geez! He was excruciatingly heavy. Yes, I was extremely terrified as well.

          Standing in a deserted corner, my back was firmly pressed against the cold, damp brick wall of the hut, I peeked.

          My eyes fell on the darkest shadows of an opening not too far from the hut, and a huge figure emerged out of the dark mist. His face was hidden by the brim of the hat on his head, and his figure was covered with a hefty coat. He held out in the flickering light something that gleamed menacingly in his grasp—an iron rod.

The crowd approached the hut, suddenly the wolf began to growl, causing them to cast their touch lights on the wall of the hut, creating a noisy and echoing atmosphere.

"Oh no! Oh no!" I cursed, and immediately rushed to him, gritting my teeth.

The wolf's mouth was covered by my entire hand, causing him to struggle. He roughly passed out due to the lack of oxygen.

The torchlight directed inside the hut went still for a while, and with each step he took, tension filled the air. My heart began to thud louder.

I jerked my head back, "Ohh... Fuck. Ahhh!" Pretending to moan, making them believe that a couple was inside engaging in intimate activities.

"I don't think he's here." I heard one of the men's voices, and slowly the torchlight along with the sound of their footsteps faded.

I took a deep breath, sighing deeply as I released my grip on him.

          Looking around for my basket, I planned on running away. I had no idea what to do, and I didn't know anything about herbs, but still, I can't just leave him to die.

My hands trembled with a mix of fear because I had never treated a stray wolf, and I crouched down next to him.

          Without any hesitation, I stood up and rushed out of the cave as I began selecting plants and flowers from the woodland floor.

          With a blend of cool, fresh water and enchanting flower buds, I began to gently cleanse the wolf's wounds and applied a poultice.

"Everything is going to be alright," in a soothing whisper.

The wolf's eyelids swirled open, revealing a sparkle of gratitude in its amber eyes, before it shut them back.

The night was chilly, and I was exhausted. I climbed on top of him to sleep.

          He breathed slowly, and his fur was smooth and warm. He also smelled like almonds and cinnamon. I experienced a never-before-seen level of security and comfort just by being with him, even though he was injured.

I must have had a crazy dream that startled me and woke me up in the middle of the night.

Underneath me, the plush fur vanished.

What took place?

What was happening?

Where am I?

My hazel-green eyes fluttered open, greeted by the sight of a sturdy man pinning me down, his presence commanding yet gentle.

          I had the urge to protest, but powerless and weak to do so. My body wasn't even siding with me, so I gave up. The glow in his eyes—they stirred an uncontrollable longing within me.

          The events of a few hours ago replayed in my head, I gasped. My eyes pinned on him, and could see how the poison's effects were still there in his body. His movements were sluggish and unsteady as his focus wandered. 

I immediately understood that he was not fully conscious and wasn't aware of his actions, yet there was this tenderness in his touch that I was dying for—an emotion.

          "You are not well, please get off me."

His fingertips trailed down my face, my heart skipped a beat, inhaling tensed air and shut my eyes, allowing his fingers worn from probably wars to have their way while he sent off a desiring warmth to me, a sensation of safety that encircled me like a reassuring shield.

Surprised that I was strangely drawn to this stranger. I had always taken pride in myself and never wanted to get attached to any man.

But how was it possible that this man was sweeping me off my feet?

Looking into his eyes, I felt wanted, noticed, valued, and respected. 

Why? 

I noticed a mix of longing and curiosity in his eyes.

He was vulnerable as the effects of the poison clouded his thoughts of reasoning.

He leaned out, drew me close, our bodies came together, his hips hovering only inches over mine, and the heat emanated from me.

But then, what was this feeling all about?

We lay there, staring at ourselves with eyes glued to the tense atmosphere.

He drew closer, placed a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"You mean everything to me," he raised my head, pulled my hoodie over my head, zipped down my jeans before peeling them off and throwing them in a corner, leaving me with only pants.

I gulped, taking a deep breath.

His breath burned my earlobes, reaching out, he pushed my hair behind my ear. Nibbling on the inside of my bottom lip, I crossed my arms over my chest.

Placing his hand on my cheeks, he grinned. My lips smudged, my cheeks bloomed.

I felt how wet I was down there, my breath quickened and my pussy clenched from burning desires. This was my first time.

I gasped when his palm cupped my breast.

Placing my palm on his chest, I groaned, "Mmpph," his erection more sturdy and slammed harder against my torso.

Pulling away from me, he glided his hands toward my waist as he peeled off my pants.

Quickly, I placed my hand on his arm, stopping him from going further. He looked up at me... his eyes dim and his face pale.

My eyes flickered open when he claimed and explored my mouth, with his scorching tongue, slipping in and out, he groaned. He tasted like castor oil with a mixture of unsweetened yoghurt.

I cocked my head, responding to his passionate but intense kisses.

"Mmpph," placing my palms on his muscular chest, succumbing to his dominance.

Pulling away from me, he wiped away my tears with his thumb.

Who the heck is this man, and what right does he have to make me feel this way?

Placing soft, wet kisses down to my jaw, down to my neck, and down to my chest. Nibbling and licking my stomach and my navel, and just then, he slid his middle finger into my slimy, wet pussy.

          "Mphh," 

Aching my ass up, I grasped the clothes beneath me, squirming. He replaced his finger with his lips, causing my eyes to widen and my body to shudder.

Rubbing his other fingers on the entrance of my clit, I whimpered, grazing my nails on his skin.

My body was no longer mine.

I swallowed a lump of saliva, yearning for his next action.

Removing his hand from my breast, my eyes blinked open. I reached out and placed them back on my breast.

          "Please,"

Bending over, he placed a scorching kiss on my nipples. Taking out his tongue, he flickered it around my tightened buds.

The breeze blew on my nipples, another wave of sensation washed over me. With his other hand, he made circles on my nipples, squeezing softly.

My toes curled... I didn't want him to stop. My heart pounded in my chest.

My legs trembled, I was on the brink of orgasm, but then he stopped. Looking down at me, he adjusted, burying his face underneath my legs, sucking and taking a mouthful of my juices.

I gasped for air as he hit the right spot.

Another wave of ecstasy was about to hit me, he lifted his head, his lips and chin wet with my juices.

I closed my eyes as he slid his cock head inside of me.

I felt my wolf whimper and whine while I stretched out, taking every inch of him as he carefully guided his cock into me. He grunted softly.

I yanked my head back and rolled my eyes. "Ohhh... Mhhh."

Pressing hard in and out of me. He followed the rhythm, placing his pinky finger on the entrance of my clit.

Tugging my hair, I whimpered, taking out my hand from my hair as it landed on my breast, caressing myself.

Placing his head on my shoulder, I heard his soft moans, pressing my palms on the floor as I ached my ass, pushing myself against him as his hips slapped against my ass.

"Mmhph!" he groaned.

My eyes were pinned on him... His voice was soothing.

I couldn't get enough of it and his face, his well-groomed beards, and his hair hanging over his shoulders. Everything about him was placing me on the edge of another ecstasy.

His cock twitched inside of me, a sprout of hot, loaded cum flooded inside me, I cried out. He didn't stop thrusting deep inside me.

"Ahh! Yeah, there." I cried out again.

I felt something huge coming... my legs trembled.

I shuddered.

Slamming his lips on mine, our saliva mixed up while exploring our mouth. I slipped my fingers deep into his hair, pulling him closer to me. His taste was now a mixture of my juices and a soured taste of sweat.

"Fuck!" he growled.

          "Argh, please don't stop!"

Every thrust came with a fresh wave of orgasms, which steadily dwindled as he slowed and came to a stop. Crying out, groaning, and shuddering against one another, not wanting to stop.

Falling over beside me, I tilted my head, staring at him as he fell asleep. Just then, I became worried about what would come after this.

Miss Sophie?

The mushrooms?

I was done