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Lost in the Woods
I stumbled through the fog that covered
everything. I stopped and listened. Nothing. I
had lost my pursuers. I felt relief, but I was
also alone and lost. I was 20 years old. My
family had been killed. My heritage was gone.
Now I had lost even my horse to those thieves. I
pulled what was left of my torn dress over my
exposed breast and sank down onto the damp
leaves to catch my breath and think.
I am a good fighter, even if I am a woman. My
father and my brothers had trained me as a
warrior since the age of 7. My mother died of
fever when I was 8, and even if I remember her
well, I grew up without her. We were nobles, but
no one was safe from the marauding barbarians
who attacked castles like ours to seize booty
and frighten everyone from the land. When they
attacked our castle ten days ago, I had fought
alongside my father and my brothers. But our
castle had been burned, and. I alone survived.
When my younger brother was killed right beside
me, I slashed his killer across the neck and
fled. I swore I would fight them another day.
I hid in the woods for two days, found one of
our horses that had not been rounded up and
herded away.
I had entered these woods after a long journey
from the North.
After hours without water or food I was
beginning to lose my strength, and I was no
match for the three drunken thieves I came upon.
They grabbed my horse and my arm before I could
hoist my sword. They pulled me to the ground and
tore at my dress, exposing my breasts, touching
them with dirty hands. I was frightened, of
course, but my mind registered the events
coldly: I just wanted to find the right moment
to fight them. No matter how hard I kicked and
squirmed, two of them forcefully held me down
while one began unfastening his pants. Then,
that terrible filthy man straddled my leg and
ordered me to look at him. "I will punish you
with this!" he groaned while his huge, throbbing
member was pointing at me.
It was too much. As he kneeled and reached to
push my legs apart, my anger exploded and with
all the strength I could summon I managed to
lift my knee, hitting him on his testicles. The
maniac fell right against his comrades who had
been too concentrated on my breasts until the
last second to react. The three of them fell to
the ground, and I ran as fast as I could. I did
not have time to panic.
They began running after me, but they were drunk
and I was too fast. They lost track after a
short while and I entered the brush with a smile
of relief.
In the quite of the fog, as the light was fading
and chill was settling in, I shuddered and
looked around. I had to survive the night. I sat
on a cold stone covered with musk and fell
asleep immediately.
I woke up a few moments later with a start. I
had a sense of being watched...why? I turned
around and I realized I was not alone.
A man in his mid-thirties was staring at me; his
horse was probably nearby because I could hear
it. He was strong, his dark hair cut short, he
was muscular built and wore leather armour with
a black robe. He had a sword with him, and I
gulped down my fear, not knowing what to expect.
Then, I met his dark and golden shaded eyes...my
heart missed a beat. He saw me sleeping, I
thought, and I instinctively covered my breasts
with my hands, embarrassed.
He had a beautiful face -- a long elegant nose,
sensual lips, and chiselled features. "Have you
been here for long, young lady?" he asked me,
his tone steady yet deep and serious.
I tried to catch my breath and calm down.
"Well...I...no, not for long."
His eyes looked at my breasts, and he moved
closer. "Did someone hurt you?"
I took a deep breath and decided to speak.
"My Lord, I had just left my town when I opted
for a protected travel across the forest, and I
bumped into a bunch of thieves. They stole my
horse, everything I brought for my journey.
That's why you see me in such a state...but they
didn't have the time to..." I blushed. "I
managed to fight and eventually saved myself." I
paused. "I am Caroline of Peverell...." He
stopped me. "This forest is wicked, especially
for pretty young ladies like you. You shouldn't
have decided to enter it." It was patronizing,
but I simply nodded. "My name is Guillaume
Deschamps. I wish to do you no harm. I live near
this forest. We need to get you out of here as
soon as we can." We locked eyes again; I felt a
positive feeling comforting my soul as well as
my tired body.
We approached his horse, a strong, proud black
animal. I caressed the horse's nose. "Here, let
me help you." I felt a jolt of electricity
running up my spine as he lifted me up... "Gothard
is not an easy ride. You'd better put your arms
around my waist, like this," he suggested,
reaching back and pulling an arm around him. I
felt so silly: here I was, lost in the woods and
above all, I was feeling attracted to this
stranger.
We trotted, my breasts brushing against his
leather-covered body, my arms around his waist.
I felt warm. We remained silent for a while,
then I decided to break the silence.
"I see from your sword that you must be of
noble's heritage, and a soldier." I said.
"Yes, but not any more," he replied. "My life is
simple and quieter now."
"My brother was a soldier as well. But...he
died. I am my family's sole survivor. The
barbarians destroyed our castle after we fought
against them." I tried to use a steady tone, but
I am sure he felt me tremble all over...he
squeezed my arms.
"I am sorry. It must be an unbearable loss." His
voice was polite. I put my head on his back. He
did not protest. Maybe he thought I fell asleep.
The horse increased its pace and I stiffened, my
breasts pressed against his back, caressing
them. I suffocated a small moan. Was he feeling
my hard nipples pointing out?
"Stop" he ordered. We were in a large field
surrounded by willow trees. A stone cottage was
in front of us.
"Such a beautiful place, so peaceful," I said.
He glanced over his shoulder. "Yes, I like
loneliness."
He climbed off the horse and offered his hand. I
let it wrap mine and I felt a rush again as he
put his other hand on my waist and helped me
down.
"Welcome to my cottage. Carolina," he said with
kind smile, awkwardly dropped my hand.
My name, pronounced from his lips with a low
voice worked its magic on me...I shyly smiled,
realizing that my skin was tingling, my heart
was racing and I couldn't cope all this
sensation without being noticed. He opened the
wooden door and we went inside.
The first room was a small salon. It had a stone
wall and simple wooden furniture, except for a
leather sofa that was placed strategically in
front of a big fireplace. A place to recover and
heal heart scars, forgetting Evil on Earth.
Lace curtains hung at the small square windows.
A woman's touch? My stomach twisted. "It's a
really nice place to live," I softly said as I
looked around.
"For luck, I left the fire on. Please, sit and
warm yourself, you must be freezing."
He went to a table, poured a glass of red wine
for me and another for himself, and offered some
bread. I ate silently while he adjusted the
fire.
"You must have a bad opinion of this impulsive
lost woman." I said. I dropped my eyes from his.
"You've been strong and full of courage, Lady
Caroline; a female warrior deserves all my
admiration. I just know that women end up badly
in this forest...believe me, for I learnt it too
well."
"Why?" the question came out of my mouth before
I could stop it. I turned to see his resigned,
angry expression.
"You see, I'm alone now. But I wasn't before."
He paused and I asked, "Were you married?"
He nodded. "She was riding her horse alone in
this forest, just like you, and she died exactly
where I found you. She was a warrior like you.
After her death, I changed my life completely."
He stared at the flames in the fireplace.
I wanted to ask him if he found the killers who
tool his wife's life, but I didn't want to be
too indiscrete. "I'm sorry." I whispered. I
instinctively put my hand on his again. God, I
wished to cure his soul.
"Caroline...."
His eyes looked at mine for a moment, then
wandered to my body. I held my breath. Every
part of me was on edge, waiting. Stop it, I said
to myself once again. You don't even know each
other.
He cleared his throat and looked away, awkward
again. "I set some water by the fire; it should
be warm by now. I thought you'd be happy to take
a bath. My wooden tub is in that corner." He
stood up. "I will exit so you can have your
privacy." He picked up his cloak and started to
the door.
"Guillaume," I said. He turned, his eyes so wide
and dark. "Don't be too far from the house,
please."
He smiled. "I'll just be outside. There are some
dresses in that drawer if you need them." He
caressed me from head to toe with his wonderful
eyes and left me alone.
I took the pot full of water and poured it
inside the wooden tub; I mixed it together with
cold water, then removed the remnants of my
dress and undergarments. My right hand touched a
nipple. It was hard, and I felt another rush of
desire between my legs. "I wonder how it would
be to lie with him," I thought. I imagined his
firm stomach and strong back that I had been
holding during the ride a short time ago. I
lifted my leg to step into the tub, and let my
left hand drift to my pubic hair and slide to
the top of my slit. It was damp, as I knew it
would be.
I sat down in the warm water and kept sliding
down until my shoulders were almost under water.
On the side of the tub was soap with a fir
scent, like the trees in the forest. I slid down
further until the water covered my head and my
long blond hair for a few moments. It had been
so many days since a bath.
I started washing myself with a piece of cloth
and rubbed the mud from my hair, my face, my
arms, my breasts, and my feet. As I rubbed the
cloth across my breasts, my nipples were still
hard. I imagined it was his hand washing me, and
I pinched my nipple in pleasure. I imagined him
now, without his shirt. I put my head back and
savoured the moment, then I put the cloth aside
and rubbed the soap down my stomach and between
my legs. I was tingling now, and I pressed the
soap against my sex. Then I let the soap slip
from my hand and touched myself with my fingers.
I imagined that he must have bathed inside this
tub many times, and perhaps touched his own
naked body the way I was touching mine. I
imagined his cock, hard, as his hands washed it.
I knew then that I had to feel that cock inside
me.
I have never done it, but I could imagine how it
would be like. Being touched from his strong big
hands, feeling his face pressing against my
neck, and...oh, the mere thought of his body
nestled into mine made me throb down there. It
was time for this bath to end.
As I stood and reached for a towel, I stepped on
the soap in the bottom of the tub. I shrieked as
I put one hand against the wall to regain my
balance. I paused a moment, then took the towel
from the hook. I heard his voice as he rushed
through the door. "Do you need help?" He stopped
and stared.
I clutched the towel, but did not try to cover
myself. Nor did he turn away.
We stared for a moment. "God. You are absolutely
beautiful," he said.
I stretched my arms toward him. Every part of my
body was screaming for him. I was a virgin, but
did not care. All I wanted was to be in his
arms, to know what I had been imagining. "Come
here, please" I whispered.
In seemed to glide to me in an instant, and
embraced me. He lifted me, still wet, from the
tub.
"Caroline" he sighed. My nipples touched his
shirt. I pressed my hips against him and I could
feel his hardness there. His lips searched for
my mouth, and he caressed my back. I parted my
lips and invited his tongue, and I pushed my
tongue firmly under his. It was my first kiss,
yes, and I did not wanted to behave like a
terrified maiden. This man was a miracle.
I became wetter as he probed his tongue again
and again. His right hand came up to my breasts
and lifted it, then cupped it and gently pinched
my nipple. He broke our kiss to move down and
kiss and lick the nipple.
"Please," I whispered again. He bent over, and
with his right arm under behind my knees, lifted
me.
He carried me into his bedroom. He leaned in to
kiss me again as he walked.
He tossed me on the bed. The room was lit only
by a small lamp. I could feel the softness of
fur blankets under my damp skin. He looked at
me, then began unbuttoning his shirt. I spread
my legs. I wanted him. He reached down and
rubbed his hands gently up the inside of my
thigh to my slit. He kept caressing my sex for a
moment; I let out a small moan. He smiled, then
began to remove his pants.
I could finally admire his beautiful body. My
gaze wandered across his large shoulders, his
chest, his abdomens, his long muscular legs and
thighs...then, biting my lips and taking a deep
breath, I watched his cock for the first time.
It was springing from its nest of dark hair,
toward me...so strong, so full of life. Totally
different from the disgusting thief's member.
The manhood I was observing some hours after
that bad encounter did not belong to a drunken
rapist, it belonged to a kind, handsome man who
did not want "to punish" me. Everything in
Guillaume was elegant, even his throbbing, stiff
sex. At the base of it, on his left groin, I
noticed a small star shaped mole.
I became bolder. I pulled him on top of me,
kissing him on his golden skin and caressing his
strong muscles of his back, his shoulders; I
could not believe the strength of his desire.
His hardness was pushing against my navel. He
touched my left breast this time, then raised
himself up to fondle both breasts at once. I
closed my eyes and opened my legs more. His left
hand went between them, traced hot lines on my
thighs, then slid slowly upwards...and caressed
my heat.
"Oh God, you're amazing" he moaned on my lips.
"I must have you now."
I opened my eyes and stared at him. My heart was
racing. My sex was tingling, begging. I knew he
could see my fear behind my yearning. I could
read fire, control and respect on his face. I
put my hands around his neck. He slipped a knee
between my thighs. I was now completely opened,
exposed. I loved it.
I felt the tip of his hardness on my labia,
caressing me. Then, he found my opening and
began to gently ease inside me, so delicately
and insistently at the same time. His eyes held
mine.
His cock found my hymen. He stopped. "Are you
new to this, Caroline?" he asked, with an
astonished look.
"Yes," I said. He paused, but I pulled his face
towards me and kissed him again. "Take me," I
pleaded. He smiled. He pulled his cock back
slightly and rubbed gently in small strokes.
Then, with a firm thrust, he broke my barrier
and rested inside me. I could hear him panting,
tiny droplets of sweats falling from his skin
onto mine. I fell stretched, full.
I put my legs around him, clenching my teeth. My
pulsating inner walls got slowly used to him,
thanks to his kisses. All of a sudden, I felt a
wave of pleasure hit me and I nearly screamed.
He thrust deeper and deeper inside me, with
growing intensity, making me feel possessed yet
not used.
I was being loved by his entire body, and God
only knows how much I needed it.
Our lips pressed together. He wrapped his arms
under me. His hard cock was buried inside me
now, and he slid up my body so that the top of
his cock was rubbing my clit and the top of my
vagina. "Ahh, ohh God, yes," I started moaning,
as his hands pulled my hips upward.
He nibbled on my neck and earlobes then devoured
my mouth once again. The waves of pleasure
started to encircle me, sending sparks from my
throbbing channel all over my body as he rotated
his hips and growled into my ear.
Then, it happened. "AAAAAAAAAH!" I screamed,
both in pleasure and shock, climaxing around his
cock. My whole body convulsed, yet he didn't
stop. Finally he slowed his pace. As I
recovered, I opened my eyes and saw him smile.
I stared back at him, lost in my aftershocks,
not able to say a word while he withdrew. Why?
Where was he going? He was still hard, and
suddenly I was empty.
He kneeled on the bed and lifted my legs so my
knees were bent and my feet pressed against his
chest, and he entered me again with a quick
thrust. "Ohh, yes," he said huskily. I could
feel him completely now. I so wanted to touch
him, but I couldn't reach him, and this made my
arousal grow.
His hands were trembling as he lifted my hips to
meet his thrusts. I started moaning and writhing
on the bed, shaking my head from left to right.
"Guillaume, ohh my God, please fuck me," I
shouted. With my feet still resting on his chest
and my knees bent and spread widely, he suckled
on my toes while driving again and again inside
my extremely wet slit, quicker, harder. I felt
completely dizzy. All I could feel were his
moans, my sighs and the wet slaps of our bodies.
Abruptly, he lifted me. "Wrap your legs around
me," he whispered. I complied. What else did he
have in mind? He pinned me against the cold
wall. "Hold me tight, Caroline."
"OHH God," I sighed. I devoured his mouth and
gripped his shoulders. His strokes were once
again languid. I knew he didn't want it to end.
Yet I felt his cock pulse and grow bigger.
"Mmm, ohhh, uhh," I moaned. His pace quickened.
"I...need...you...I...need...this," he whispered
with almost no breath, in rhythm with his
thrust. I arched my hips. "Ohh, please,
Guillaume, come inside me," I moaned back
without even thinking about the possible
consequences. He buried his face in my hair.
"Are you sure?" "Yes, ohh yes."
I felt his finger dig into my ass as my walls
sucked him with vigour. His tempo increased.
"OHHH YES," he moaned. "UHHH." His cock swelled.
"Caroline, OHHH!". With one last push of his
hips I felt the first jolt of seed inside me. He
kept thrusting, so much desire so long
contained, and finally he slowed and stopped. He
looked at me, and we kissed. Sweat was all over
us. We lay together for a few moments.
He gently withdrew from me. "Come here,
Caroline. I'm not done with you yet," he said.
He kissed me hard, with a new sense of intimacy,
now that we have become lovers. I hungrily
returned the kiss. As he was leaning under to
kiss my neck, his left hand found my wet pussy
and he inserted one finger into my heat, then
another.
I held my breath; breathtaking pleasure was
rippling through my body like a stream. I moaned
as his thumb brushed against my clitoris and
forced his fingers deeper, my juices dripping on
them. My whole body tensed, and I began to push
my hips up against his thrusts. He sucked on my
earlobe, then headed downward until he met my
breasts. He feasted on them, biting and licking.
"Oh God," I repeated over and over, moaning,
shivering, as he increased the pace, his fingers
thrusting inside me, the friction of his thumb
making me shiver with lust.
"Ohhh, Guillaume, ohhh" I screamed, as he
brought me to the edge with his experienced
fingers.
"Come for me one more time, Caroline," he
whispered in my ear. His words sent a huge wave
of pleasure that shook me from head to toe, and
I climaxed, squeezing his fingers with my
throbbing walls and lifting my buttocks off the
bed.
Then I collapsed, sweaty and gasping for air,
totally lost in my own sensations. Through the
blur I saw him smile.
He ran his tongue over my breasts and licked
first one, then the other. He looked up, and we
stared at each other. I lost myself in his blue
eyes and his smile.
He moved up and kissed me, put his arms around
my back and pressed himself against me. We
drifted off to sleep.
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