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Samuel Ernest sat in his perch mounted to the side of a tree with his rifle slung across his chest. The early morning chill of the Alaskan wilds allowing him to hone his senses outward. Listening to the stillness as they day began while the sun only just began to crest past the horizon. Focusing on the noises around him, Samuel could hear the birds chirping, the wind rustling, and footfalls along the underbrush. These same foot falls were heavier than any animal he recognized while the gait and cadence of step missed too many beats to be anything like an animal.
Tracing through the map of the forest he held in his mind, Samuel plotted the most likely path within his head of whomever skulked around his hunting grounds. Upon figuring out just where the foot falls led them, Samuel’s shoulders dropped with a sigh, his eyes remaining closed.
“Three…two…one…” Samuel said to himself and heard a rope snap taut and the yelp of someone off in the distance while a flock of birds flew off into the sky. Samuel rolled his eyes, hopped from his perch, and started off towards the unfortunate prey caught in one of his traps.
Samuel wasn’t what most people thought of when they thought of an average resident of Alaska. He wasn’t the type of wild mountain man with unkempt hair and a bushy untamed beard. Rather, while he tried to remain clean shaven, the persistence of his five o’clock shadow kept a permanent mark across the mountain’s edge of a jaw line. His hair, while swept up by the wind and tousled from a day’s worth of work, kept to a decent length. Samuel knew letting it grow out was apt to cause more problems than just keeping up a basic grooming regiment. His face and hair were hardly the only thing he kept in order either as his body was evocative of a man who subsisted on a high protein diet. His broad chest and shoulders pressed tight inside of his hunting apparel with his sleeves almost looking to squeeze at his biceps before straining at the slightest movement of his body.
It wasn’t hard for Samuel to find just which trap his would-be-prey found themselves in as the person caught inside of it kept shouting for help. It was easy enough to draw his attention and thus the attention of a few others as well. Because of this, Samuel rushed off at a full sprint to find them first, taking bounding leaps and strides through the forest floor to minimize the sound he made.
“Hello? Is someone out there? Can someone please get me down?” Faye shouted; her ankle caught in a snare trap as she hung from the branch of a tree. The contents of her back pack spilled out across the forest floor. A few cans of food, a can opener, a knife, and some other miscellaneous supplies all scattered onto the underbrush. A few hungry looking animals tried their best to punch through the metal of the cans, thankfully to no avail. “Can opener right next to your furry butt if you want to use it,” Faye mused to herself and sighed.
Looking up at the snare around her ankle, Faye saw the way the rope began cut into her skin as it stretched out her leg. She pulled herself up to the best of her ability to see if she could loosen the knot, but with her weight pulling down on it constantly the knot pulled too tight for her to even try. Before she’d managed to make any headway, Faye’s core gave out on her as she fell back to hanging. Blowing a stream of hair between her lips, she thought that it would only be a few hours before she’d probably lose consciousness, but not before she lost all feeling in her leg.
Being that it was summer time; the mid-day sun warmed the air around her and Faye knew it would only get hotter. She opted for a pair of short shorts and a t shirt, both adhering to the natural curve of her form to beat the heat. But if she couldn’t get down till night time, her choice in wardrobe may as well have just left her naked. Then again, another possibility of her demise came when Faye saw a set of yellow eyes off in the distance. A pair of black slit pupils narrowing and honing in on her position. Faye hadn’t noticed it before, but the animals trying to raid her pack all fled long before the beasts arrival.
Faye drew in a breath and held it in her chest, trying to keep herself still as possible as to hope to go unnoticed by the predator that now stalked her. She wanted to close her eyes tight, tense up and prepare for the worst, but her body wouldn’t allow it. Some morbid curiosity forcing Faye to lock her eyes with those glowing yellow irises. She wanted to scream; she knew she did. She could feel the sensation in her chest, in her throat. If he made a noise loud enough she might be able to scare it away, but it might also prompt the predator into pouncing.
When the beast began to pad forward, a set of snarling teeth bared before it and a low rumbling growl introduced its presence. Faye felt her heart leap to her throat before sinking down into her stomach, the cold sweat of fear misting across her body. The early stages of a scream Mersin Escort peaking out from between her lips, she couldn’t muster more than a pathetic mewling noise however.
When the mountain lion opened its massive jaw and let out a roar, Faye let out a scream of terror in response. Both sounds drowned out by the sound of gunfire.
Each bullet found its mark in the shoulder of the mountain lion in a small grouping no larger than that of a baseball. The lion fell to the ground, unable to support itself on its injured shoulder. The lion and Faye both looked off towards where the gunshots came from and saw yet another beast approaching. One of muscle and hair, a wolf made man approaching with a smoking rifle hanging from his arms. A beast far more dangerous than anything roaming the Alaskan wilds.
Samuel approached the lion and shouldered the rifle along his back with the strap running from the barrel to the stock. He placed his hand on the side of the beast and the lion turned its massive head to snarl at him. The lion tried to nip at Samuel’s hand but couldn’t bring itself to reach its head far enough to do so. The lion’s breathing labored and heavy. Samuel could see the shots missed the heart and punctured a lung. He wasn’t about to leave the poor creature like this.
“Easy now,” Samuel whispered and pulled a hunting knife from a sheath at his waist. He poised the tip of her blade between the rips of the lion before he shoved it clean through to puncture the heart. “Just let it be now, just let it be.”
The mountain lion flinched, froze, and fell slack as it exhaled a final breath.
Faye peeked her eyes out from between her fingers from where she’d previously covered her face. She couldn’t bring herself to watch the display. No matter how peacefully the lion went or the fact that the animal was two steps from eating her alive, it still broke her heart to see it go like that. She sighed at seeing the lion’s corpse before her and subsequently drew Samuel’s attention over to where she’d still hung.
Samuel whipped the blood from the blade with a bandana he produced from his back pocket and before staring on at Faye from the corner of his eye. When he turned to face her fully, he kept the knife in one hand as he inspected the woman still hanging from his snare and grumbled under his breath. Faye could only force her breathing steady as she kept her eyes locked on the beast of a man before her.
“This is no place for little girls to be playing.” Samuel stated.
“Little girl?!” Faye shrieked, admittedly giving herself zero credit for Samuel’s remark.
Samuel flicked his wrist to sever the rope around Faye’s ankle and caught her with her other hand before she fell. Samuel held her with one arm and lowered him gently to the ground before sheathing her knife at his waist.
“I don’t want to hear it; you shouldn’t be in here if you’re not armed or traveling with someone. Now what are you doing here?” Samuel demanded and helped Faye pick up the supplies that fell from her pack.
“For the record, I’m nineteen!” Faye said.
“And I don’t care, now answer my question.” Samuel said and stood with his legs shoulder length apart, his arms crossed along his broad chest and his head held low enough that he looked at Faye from under his brow. This look alone causing the poor girl to flinch where she stood.
“I uhh…” Faye stammered and blushed with frustration. “I was taking a short cut through the woods to get to the next city, my uhh… my car broke down and I needed some help.”
“There is a trail that goes around this forest, why didn’t you just follow that?” Samuel demanded and pulled his arms to his side, his stance becoming less rigid.
Faye looked down at to the floor and began to play with her fingers, the heat of the blush only becoming more intense as the interrogation went on. When she just continued to stammer, Samuel tapped his finger along Faye’s chin and drew her eyes up to meet him. Samuel was no longer looking at her from under his brow, his full lips no longer pursed into a scowl. Rather there was a warmth and sympathy to his gaze that made Faye forget what she’d been about to say or try to for that matter.
“What’s your name?” Samuel asked as he still held Faye’s face in her hand.
“Faye…”
“Samuel.” Samuel said as he noticed the way Faye looked to lean into his touch just as he drew his hand away.
“Hi Samuel…” Faye replied as she brushed a hand across her chin where Samuel held her attention. A blush still holding to her cheeks, though now accompanied by a pitter patter of a fluttering heart.
“Come on, I have a camp not far from here, you can stay there for the night and I’ll get you to the next town over in the in the morning.” Samuel offered.
Faye’s shoulders dropped with defeat before she crossed his arms across her chest, attempting to emulate the power stance Samuel had before, though to no real avail.
“What will Mersin Escort Bayan I owe you?” Faye said and stood on the tips of his toes to try and loom over Samuel, but since Samuel stood about three quarters of a head taller than she did, Faye barely managed to stand at eye level with him.
Samuel smirked and nodded over to the mountain lion behind him and said: “I get dibs on the meat and fur.”
Samuel watched Faye’s stance fall away and his face pale at the mention of it.
“You’re going to eat it?” Faye said and grimaced.
“It’s not something I normally do,” Samuel said and drew his knife from his waist again as he started slicing away at the lion. “I’ve had to live off the land out here which also means I will only get you to the entrance. I won’t hold your hand any further than that though.”
Faye saw Samuel slice into the lion, stripping the fur from its body and that was about as far as she could watch. She felt her stomach tense at the sight of blood and turned her back to the slaughter.
“Then…” Faye began. He clenched her fists and squared her small shoulders and lifted her head up. “Why don’t you teach me how to live off the land like you do… at least for while I’m here.”
“You’re a little squeamish for that don’t you think?” Samuel said and folded up the fur with the meat packed inside and slung it over his shoulder.
“Then teach me how to forage or something, like teach me what kind of nuts and berries are okay for humans to eat and maybe fishing. I can handle that!” Faye said with an excited squeak to her voice before blushing at hearing what she sounded like. “I can also carry that too if you’ll let me…” Faye pointed to the sack of fur and meat Samuel slung over his shoulder.
Samuel looked at it himself. It was easily a five pounds worth of meat. What he left on the lion he’d leave for the scavengers as he couldn’t use that much meat before it would go bad. Samuel shrugged and handed off the sack of meat and nodded his head. At the sight of Faye shivering where she stood at the feel of it, Samuel couldn’t help but laugh before starting off through the woods back to his camp.
~Hours Later~
Samuel and Faye found themselves at the outskirts of Samuel’s camp. A large clearing of dirt with a fire pit in the middle, a canvas tent set up to one side and one bedroll just inside. Faye made note of the sleeping situation and berated herself for guessing he might have a spare. Faye only intended to go straight through the forest and get to the next city by night fall, but as the sun started to dip down towards the horizon and the mass of land still left, he found himself thankful that Samuel found him when she did.
With the air beginning to cool, Faye began to curse her choice in clothing as she couldn’t control a shiver that ran through her body. Maybe a sweater, fuzzy boots, and a pair of leggings wasn’t the most apt choice of clothing for taking a hike. At the sound of a crack and a whoosh of a fire suddenly starting, Faye was pleased to find that Samuel started a fire and with it, started cooking their dinner. Samuel sat across legged before the fire, keeping an eye on the roasting meat while he peered over to Faye who sat beside him. Faye’s arms still drawn around herself to stave off the early chill of the night. Samuel only rolled his eyes and seized Faye by the hips and sat her down onto his lap. Faye squeaking with surprise at this sudden upheaval.
“You won’t survive the night if you’re wearing that, you can stay close to me for warmth tonight,” Samuel said and wrapped his arms around Faye’s waist, pulling her in closer and trying not to groan under his breath at the feel of how Faye’s ass and hips fit so perfectly into his lap.
Those full-figured thighs and that rounded wobbling ass just settling into him. Despite his best efforts to keep such thoughts away, Samuel’s mind began to wander. What would the night hold for them and would they be getting any sleep? The two of them in such closed quarters already, Samuel could hardly manage to keep his throbbing member from pushing up against the seam of his pants. He adjusted his hips slightly to try and pull away, earning a cautious look from Faye who only arched her back further into her hips to try and pull herself back into the warmth of his body. Giving her ass an even more pronounced curve to it. Even with how her leggings held tight across her form.
When Faye squeaked with a startled hop in Samuel’s lap, Samuel knew that the presence of other things was already well known. Faye looked down at Samuel’s lap and felt her hands settle at the sides of his legs before she turned her attention back up to Samuel. By the fire light, the two could see the blush on their faces.
Faye tried to think to herself for a moment, her thoughts clouded by a rush of feelings and sensations while the constant jabbing in her rear was at the forefront of her mind. All these culminating Escort Mersin to a point where he’d been unable to contain herself as well. Faye looked down at herself and arched her back into Samuel again only to hear a gasp from Samuel as her ass pressed further into Samuel’s throbbing cock.
Samuel drew his hands up along Faye’s abdomen and felt the girl lean into his touch. His hand slipping easily under the hem of her sweater till his fingers danced at the very edge of her chest. Samuel’s fingers traced around her nipples, the cold air already making them stand on end and the feel of Samuel’s hands only making it more pronounced. Samuel seized one of Faye’s nipples gently between his fingers and tugged lightly only to earn a squeaking moan from Faye who clicked her mouth shut and pursed her lips. Her thighs pressing together as a hand traced across Samuel’s forearm.
In response to this, Faye began to grind her ass up against Samuel’s hips, feeling his cock through the fabric of her leggings and settle between his cheeks while Samuel’s arm drew around Faye’s tiny waist to hold her tighter. Samuel leaned in close and parted his lips to reveal a set of almost wolf like canines and exhaled a warm breath onto Faye’s cold skin. He pressed his lips there and nipped at Faye’s neck and earned another light mewling noise.
“It’s late,” Samuel whispered. “We should turn in.”
With one hand around her waist, another still holding close to her chest, Faye’s body leaned into Samuel’s as she nodded her head and bit at her lower lip.
Samuel stood and with it, brought Faye to her feet, gliding a hand along her ass, and pressing his hips into her once again before pulling away and starting over towards the tent. Samuel looked over his shoulder, cocked an eyebrow at Faye and gestured her over. Samuel didn’t need to tell Faye twice before seeing her rush over to his side and entering the darkness of the tent.
With the sun almost completely set beyond the horizon, the forest lay ensnared by a darkness that Faye had no hope of seeing through. The only real source of light was towards the entrance of the tent where the fire had still burned. When she felt a pair of hands at her hips yet again, Faye jumped before coming to her senses and realizing that it was only Samuel. She looked over her shoulder and saw the illusion of a pair of floating eyes. The light from the fire catching them and almost looking to make them glow.
Faye relaxed into Samuel’s touch and turned around to face him and Samuel took a step back. All Faye could see was a pair of half lidded eyes staring on at her, darting down across her body and back up again causing the girl to draw her hands up to cover herself. Samuel giggled at this.
What followed was the sound of fabric moving from skin and falling to the floor with a soft thud before the snap of a button followed. Samuel stripped away his shirt, pants, boxers and boots, his body laying bare and the heat radiating from him now that he stood closer to Faye.
The girl drew his arms up to her sides and pursed her lips. Unsure where she should keep her hands with the feel of Samuel’s chest pressing up against her. Samuel’s cock shaft pressing between her thighs. Faye let out an inquisitive hum that shook and wavered, betraying the nerve behind this gesture. Before a legitimate question could be asked, Samuel occupied Faye’s lips after he pressed his into hers. Samuel cocked his head to the side to lock their lips together to deepen the kiss. Samuel’s arms slid up Faye’s hips till his fingers danced along her elbows and back down to her wrists where he gently took hold and hoisted Faye’s arms above her head. Faye keeping them there by the will of a silent order.
Grazing his hands down Faye’s chest, Samuel reached the hem of Faye’s sweater and tucked his fingers underneath and lightly grazed his nails across the skin. Samuel heard Faye’s breath catch in her throat and saw her chest rise with the sudden inhale and smiled to himself. He drew his fingers back down to the hem of the shirt and slowly pealed it up and over Faye’s head and left her chest bare. The feel and warmth of her body against Samuel’s, the passing warmth of two beings together was something the two had been without for too long. It was a touch the two had nearly forgotten.
Samuel pressed his chest back into Faye’s, laying their bodies flush together. Faye rested her hands at Samuel’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss Samuel again only to find his lips at her neck now. Samuel pecked a kiss there and pulled back and traced his lips across her collar bone and across her chest till he placed his lips around her nipple. Samuel gave it a light suck to tug on the skin and heard Faye stifle a moan in her throat. Samuel looked up at him and saw Faye lock her attention with his.
Samuel tucked his thumbs under the waist of Faye’s leggings and any undergarment she’d been wearing. With one swift motion, Samuel dropped Faye’s leggings around her ankles. Once her leggings were beyond the swell of her wobbling ass and hips, they fell to the floor. Joining the piles of clothes around them.
Samuel’s tongue lapped all the way till he reached his neck once again where he reached Faye’s earlobe and nibbled on the skin.
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