Cursed (closed)

[feistyphoenix]

The more insistently he licks the wetter and more desperate for release I get. I've already taken my legs off his shoulders so I can open them as far as I can for him. My breathing is ragged and shallow, I don't know where he ever figured this out but I don't care, as long as he doesn't stop.

My whole body is writhing and I reach down to run my hands through his hair encouraging him. I am so close. He seems to be enjoying watching me lose control. I'm up on my elbows now, I like being able to watch him. My soft plaintive moans are getting more frequent, just before he uses his tongue to push me completely over the edge.

My head falls back and my mouth opens, crying out. My insides clench up and my whole body shudders for several seconds. I come so hard for him. It feels incredible. I can't even move, I just stay suspended as my body tries to come down.

 

[Hard_Rom]

I drink Ashe's juices down and gently lap at her lips as she first cums hard and then ever so slowly winds down from what appears to be quite the orgasm. Maybe next time she is in New Orleans, Ashe might want to look up the two quadroon girls who taught me the finer points of makin' love. And some of the cruder ones.

When Ashe loosens up and stops quivering, I slowly work my way back up her body, kissing her as I go. I stop to pay homage to her nipples for a while but move up to kiss her mouth. My lower face is wet with her juices. Her scent and taste overwhelm all others.

"I have to ask," I say, "In like what? Two thousand years or so. Is that the first time anyone has made love to you in that way?"

 

[feistyphoenix]

I can't do anything but let him kiss his way around my body again, by the time he's done teasing me I just want to kiss him, so I do. I don't mind tasting myself on his lips, I bite his lower lip and lick purposefully. I can feel how hard he is against my stomach.

"I'm not quite that old yet," I chastise him playfully," and do you really want me thinking about another man?" I can see his eyes darken at that statement.

"I didn't think so," I kiss him again, "now what in the world can I do for you to say thank you?" I keep kissing him in between sentences.

I run my fingers over the head of his cock. I'm sure I could figure out how to use my mouth in a way he would like. I've done that a few times before. Thinking about it is starting to make me salivate.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"The bible says it is better to give than receive," I say, "Although I don't think that this situation was what was meant." "But I am willing to test the adage."

She may not be a human woman but she sure acts like one at times. I was off by only one hundred and forty odd years on her age. For me two thousand or one thousand eight hundred and sixty-three is close enough. But I'm not a woman. I would think about her existence previous to being brought out of hell but her hand on the head of my cock distracts me.

Very quickly I roll on my back, so Ashe is on top. Seems her preferred position anyways. I love the feel of her breasts against my chest. When she rises up a bit, our nipples seemingly duel with each other. Her hair tickles too.

"If you wish to turn about, we could try for a mutual understanding of sorts. If you want and are up for another climax. I certainly have no objection. Although I must warn you, I might lose my train of thought periodically."

I bunch my bedroll up under my head to support it. So I don't end up with a stiff neck should Ashe desire me to eat her cunny again. And also so I can watch her if she opts to just return the favour.

She doesn't eat real food. I wonder if she swallows.

 

[feistyphoenix]

As good as it sounds I don't feel the need to come again. My body is still humming from the last one. I put my head down on his chest and continue toying with his cock gently, while I make a decision. I feel a desire to please him stronger than it was before.

I know what he wants, what he's been thinking about me doing to him. I continue stroking him while I kiss, lick, and nibble my way southward. I pull my hair forward over one shoulder to keep it out of the way. I love the way his skin tastes. I lick and nibble his hipbone slowly, I like teasing him. The head of his cock is leaking and I'm using my fingers to spread it over his velvety smooth shaft. I want to taste him.

My mouth descends on him, I pause just for a moment and look at him. He's watching me intently, I give him one long lick up from the base of his shaft to the tip of his thickness. I swirl my tongue over the leaking head several times before taking him into my mouth to suck, lick, and play. I can feel him get a little more swollen in my mouth as I work him over. I try to take as much of it in as I can but I can't take it all. Good thing my tongue is a little longer than average, another demonic trait I didn't lose completely. I wrap it around his shaft and work it up and down, tightening and releasing as I suck hungrily.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The Lord can send me to hell after this, for consortin' with a demon. I could feel my cock leakin' before she ever even really touched and when she did, it made my toes curl!

And the sight of Ashe and the feel of her lickin' it all the way up to the head takes my breath away. Swirling her tongue over the head makes my toes clench hard and me gasp and shudder. She does a damn fine job of tryin' to take it all in her mouth. I'm impressed. It's that long elegant jaw line of hers I'm sure.

I may have to rethink the hell reference cause this sure feels like heaven. When Ashe goes to work with her tongue an mouth, I have to lay my head back, close my eyes and enjoy. And also try to breathe. I swear she is feedin' but in a real nice way. My hips move up and down, just a bit, all on their own, I would swear.

My cock got even harder when Ashe took it in her mouth and now it feels like it's about to burst from the balls up, it's so fuckin' hard and swollen. I try to remember to breathe as I quiver and moan.

"I'm goin' to cum," I manage to say, just before my cock erupts, "Oh God! Here it cums."

 

[feistyphoenix]

This is very enjoyable for me. I like hearing him moan and feel his hips buck gently as I suckle his cock firmly with my mouth. I stroke his balls and he jerks. Mmmmm....I like having him at my mercy like this. I keep taking as much as I can, a few times I suck all the way to the head before running my tongue over the leaking hole and back down to the thick shaft.

I am getting more and more turned on while I suck. I briefly consider stopping so I can ride him, my body is now aching to be stretched around his member and in his hands while he slams it into me. I growl softly at the thought, feeling an animalistic lust for his body. He's so very swollen and hard, the leaking doesn't stop but I swallow it without a second thought.

At his admission that he's ready I drop my head down as far as I can and relax my throat, taking his cock to the hilt and making him roar as he cums down my throat. When I believe he is finished I slowly and very gently release his cock from my mouth and sit back on my knees. I can see him still breathing heavy and I smile devilishly up at him.

"Feel better?"

 

[Hard_Rom]

I have to wave my hand and finger at Ashe, silently asking for a moment. Oh My Lord! That was divine. It takes a minute before I can speak. I have to catch my breath, get my toes to uncurl and relax the silly grin on my face first.

"You are evil!" I finally manage to say, still grinnin', "You held off and just teased me into cummin' before you revealed the eh... depth of your abilities." "Evil temptress."

I feel a weakness but it's not like when we do "it". This weakness feels good. Sort of. Awful relaxin'!

Gettin' to my knees is an easy quick roll and we are kneelin' before one another. I lean in towards her and try give her a real "nice" kiss. I can't resist brushin' her breast with my fingers, just a bit, as I do. Doing that has it's dangers though. It might set her to jumpin' my bones. So as nice as kissin' her and gettin' jumped by her would be, I move away a bit.

"I do feel good," I say, "Makin' love with you and to you like that don't hurt one bit." "I should still eat, but I swear I could go without now."

I laugh, "Maybe all I need to live on is your cunny." "Must be a magic cunny."

Was in the middle of gettin' a fire goin' before all the fun stuff started. So everythin' I need is within arms reach of us and my bedroll. I start again gettin' a fire goin' and gettin' some rations in me while we talk.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I laugh and smile at his teasing, sitting with my hands on my knees has my breasts pushed together and forward, he takes advantage when he kisses me to stroke my nipples lightly making them hard. I'd take him now but I know he should eat. While he builds a fire I make myself comfortable on his bedroll with a gentle sigh.

I don't have any urgency in redressing myself and he seems to like seeing me all stretched out and displayed this way. I don't mind him seeing either. There have been times where I have wandered naked through the world. That was for a different reason, right now I am happy to let him look at my body. I don't see why he shouldn't look at me, we are supposed to be "attached" in some form.

I settle my thoughts and catch a short cat nap while he's busy eating.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Glory Be! Ashe laughed and smiled. That is the first time I seen her smile or hear her laugh since we met. Only been a couple of days but I was still wonderin' if she could. Was kinda wonderin' if she really felt any emotions. Her laugh is so ingenuous and her smile to bright to be anything but real and heartfelt. Didn't think she could look much more beautiful until I saw her face light up with a smile.

I contemplate havin' another go with her, when she lays back all contented like. Damn fine looking woman! Lying on my bedroll! No wonder I can't stop from smilin'. The thought she ain't goin' anywhere soon... or ever, gives me the moral strength of character to eat first before I contemplate us makin' love again.

So pretty sleepin' but I was hopin' to teach her how to make coffee. Oh well, a man can't have everything all at once.

It don't take much of a fire to fry up some bacon, heat beans and make coffee. My fires don't even smoke much. You can tell city Yankees in the army, big smokey fires for just cookin' over. And they got to use matches to light them, hardly one has a fire piston. I pride myself a nice tiny fire and am cookin' up somethin' hot in minutes.

Bacon don't take long and coffee can't boil to hard. I keep havin' to stop lookin' at the beautiful naked redhead sleepin' just a few feet away to make sure I don't burn or scald either. The secret to frying naked is lay the bacon in the pan away from you. Very good idea if you are sportin' half a hard on from looking at beautiful naked sleepin' redheads.

I do enjoy the meal. I got simple tastes and the company is fantastic. Hardtack softened in coffee, a slab of bacon and a can of beans. After three years of army rations must be the company that makes it such a memorable meal. I finish eatin' and give my gear a wash in the stream. I take the opportunity to give myself a bit of a wash too. Got me a lady friend now, I should try to stay a bit cleaner for her if possible.

The question now is wether to push on and sleep in our tent tonight or arrive early tomorrow. If it don't rain or turn to cold, we don't have to be back until tomorrow.

I try wake Ashe up with a kiss on the lips and the caress of a nipple.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I'm dreaming pretty deeply, about big open meadows and sunshine. I am completely relaxed when I feel him start fondling my sensitive breasts and kissing me. I moan softly against his mouth, still sleepy. My body betrays me as it rises to meet his touch.

He can't possibly be this way all the time. We've already fucked twice and he's turning me on again!

I pull away and open my eyes.

"Are you always this insatiable," I question him. His hands don't stop stroking me tenderly while he looks down at me. I'd probably let him tease my body like this for hours of he really wanted to. My nipples are hard, they stand up quite a bit now. I have an intense craving for him to use his mouth on them. I try to distract him.

"Don't we need to get going?"

 

[Hard_Rom]

"I need to keep you as satiated as much as possible so you only feed of me a bit at a time, is one good reason to have relations with you at least three times a day. Maybe four if you count using our mouths to make love to one another," I answer Ashe' first question.

I lean down and give a hard nipple a nibble.

"I can think of at least two more reasons that seem just as important," I add, "But you're right." "If we leave now we can make camp by just after sundown and "sleep" in our bed. Not on the hard ground,curled up together by a fire."

Slept far worse. Last night was far worse!

My cock ain't near full hard but it shows obvious signs of arousal. Then being around Ashe seems to have that effect on me all the time. If we done it recently, don't seem to matter. I stand up and give her my hand to stand up. My clothes go on in half a minute. Another half a minute sees me fully armed and ready.

I gather the horses and my bedroll n gear while Ashe finishes dressin'.

 

[feistyphoenix]

I whimper audibly when his mouth finds my nipple and he suckles it. Then he's gone, getting ready. I rise as well and gather my clothes to re dress myself. The corset always takes the longest but I don't mind too much. I like how I look wearing it, Jethro seems to as well. I keep seeing him sneak glances my way while I'm changing.

Before he mounts up I approach him, feeling mischievous with a little grin on my lips. I start to kiss him, passionately. Then without warning I pull away and mount my own horse.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask him. I can't help but smile, that will teach him not to tease me so much.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"To get you home and have you off the hard ground!" I reply with a laugh, "With the emphasis on "have"."

I swing up into my saddle, as the sun is gettin' low on the horizon. It it will be well dark by the time we get back, even at better than a trot. Thinkin' of the camp reminds me of our movement orders. In all what has been goin' on between Ashe and me, I plum forgot to tell her.

"In all our love makin' I forget to tell you," I say as we nudge the horses into a walk side by side, "The regiment is movin' up to Bridgeport, Alabama. The regiment proper will be entraining and leaving still." "My troop will stay with the baggage train and be part of the guard to the baggage movin' down the Nashville road."

"That will put us within easy distance of Harrison or Mami depending on the military situation."

Still feelin' a bit giddy and a tad reckless from the afternoon's lovin'. I guide by big gelding up against her smaller black and reach out to take Ashe around the waist. I kiss her real hard. The reckless bit is to use my other hand and give the nipple I ignored earlier a tweek through her clothes as I fondle her breast. It and her responsed predictably. And she says I am insatiable. Quite the compliment from a succubus!

"Last one to camp, goes down on the other first!" I laugh, as I let her go.

Couldn't care less if was to win or lose from that proposition! But I'm hopin' I can startle her enough to give my big charger and head start on her lighter loaded horse. He's trained for it and is into a gallop within a few strides. He can't keep this pace all the way though.

The thought of Ashe goin' down on me is a huge incentive to win though. I tuck my head in and don't look back, intent on winnin'.

 

[feistyphoenix]

"You!" I half yell, exasperated. I laugh though and nudge my little horse, he's already pulling at my hands so he can follow his friend on the trail ahead.

I give him all the rein he wants and we're off like a shot. I know there's a clearing coming up. If we can catch up to Jethro, we'll pass that big thundering horse of his too.

For a minute I'm reminded of fox hunting in England. That was quite lovely. I see Jethro burst through the treeline into the clearing, we are not on his heels. I reach up and stroke my horse's mane.

"Come on, let's go," that was all it took. The next treeline was coming up, we were neck and neck. I push him on. Now I'm not sure we can get in front of him in time. I curse under my breath. The trailhead is narrow, too narrow for both of us. One of us might be heading for disaster.

I press on, my horse hasn't quite passed him but the trees are right there. Nothing I can do but trust my little horse to find a way through. I close my eyes and focus, I can feel every hoofbeat, every heavy breath he takes; he doesn't want to lose. I hold onto the horn of my saddle with one hand.

I open my eyes just in time to realize we're jumping over a log at least 2 foot high. A little twist midair and he lands on the dirt trail. I smile and pull him up a bit. He tosses his head, satisfied he's proven himself. I smile and let him slow to an energetic trot. I turn in the saddle to see Jethro looking mighty surprised.

"What's that? Didn't think I could out ride you?" my smile is huge, I feel pretty good now.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"If I didn't think you had a chance, I would not have challenged you," I say when I pull up beside her, "It would not be sportin' or gentlemanly to challenge a lady just to prove I was stronger or better at somethin'."

Ashe sure is awful petty when she smiles. The bigger the smile the more beautiful she gets. And right now she is radient.

"Your willingness to hazard going off trail and risking injury to win, did surprise me somewhat. Especially in the poor light. A good horse you got there."

My horse is blowin' hard, so I get off and walk him. It's only a mile back to camp and fully dark now. Not bein' in uniform, we get challenged by a picket but they recognize me and let us pass. You can hear the camps activities, horses bein' loaded and trains building up a head of steam.

 

[feistyphoenix]

"He is a good horse isn't he?" I agree and affectionately run my hand down his now sweat covered neck. He seems excited, still prancing a little here and there as we move on down the trail. I figure if I'm keeping him I should probably name him.

As we near camp and the sounds and sights of the moving preparations are in full swing. I start thinking about all the things I'll have to pack. I'm not sure I know how to disassemble the furniture so it can be loaded.

Its dark when we reach the picket line. Jethro has to do a little talking to get us through. I dismount and stay close to him. Its easy to see in the dim firefight the scouts have their eyes glued to me. I wish it was darker.

It occurs to me that I'm looking forward to sleeping in the tent again.

 

[Hard_Rom]

I get caught up with the days events from a corporal at the gate. The move to Bridgeport is going smoothly. After three years the Army is finally learning how to do things correctly. The last horse train should be pullin' out about midnight. Noon tomorrow the baggage train should be on the road. I have to give a couple of hard looks at troopers ogling Ashe.

Just past the gates three drummer boys are sittin' idle beside their fire. So I conscript them, for a dollar each, to race ahead and get our fire lit and put water on to boil. All three climb aboard a mule and ride off eagerly. Only one is old enough to appreciate women. From the look on his face, lookin' at Ashe, he would have done it for free.

I have to admit to myself, I'm not really likin' every man starin' at Ashe. Gettin' the idea Ashe is none to fond of it either. Figured she'd be used to it. She walks real close to me and seems to be actively avoiding other mens looks. Honestly, I'm still not quite sure of the reaction I will get, but I slip my arm around Ashe's waist. That seems to have an effect on the gawking soldiers. Ogling a Sergeant's woman can be a serious offence. At least in my line of sight, no trooper dares stare impolitely.

"I'll have a wagon and horses come round tomorrow after breakfast to load up our tents and gear. It will have other's stuff on it too. But I will see to it that our gear is unloaded first every night and get a couple of troopers to set up the tent."

"Can you handle a horse team?" I ask Ashe, "Or do I need to get a driver for our wagon and gear."

 

[feistyphoenix]

"Please don't make them go out of their way for me. I don't like people thinking I'm different....or more different than I already am," I told him quietly.

I had noticed his reaction to the stares, I hoped he realized that they would never stop, it would be like this everywhere we went. At least for now his rank made a difference when he made a show of me being his. I silently resented the belonging for a moment. The wild, free nature I had was rebelling against the togetherness. I pushed it down.

"I can handle a team, but no more than four of them," I added. Honestly I'd prefer riding astride my own horse but it was a long trip and wouldn't be fair for me to ride him the whole way.

We walked side by side back to the tent. The boys from earlier were still lingering, probably hoping for more work and money. Looking closely at them I realized just how young they were. The tallest boy couldn't have been more than 14 years old, the smallest, maybe 10. I felt a pang in my chest, how worried their mothers must be. At least they were relatively safe, probably never expected to fight on the front lines. I'd seen child soldiers before, even then I knew what a waste it was. I shook my head gently and allowed Jethro to pull me in closer to his side.

He took the reins from me and tied our horses. The tall boy immediately dropped two buckets of water in front of them, I noticed the fresh hay he had laid out too. He seemed like a good kid.

"Thank you," I told him.

He mumbled a shy, "yes ma'am," in return before scampering back to his own mule.

I hated admitting it but I was tired, the fire was warm so I sank down next to it waiting for Jethro.

 

[Hard_Rom]

"Sergeant." the oldest drummer-boy says to me in a low voice, "Looks like someone might have been in your tent." "All the furniture was all tipped over and stuff."

"We set things right, sorta. But it wasn't us that done it. Truth!"

I vividly recall the sounds of crashing furniture as I rode away yesterday morning. The boy follows as I enter the tent. Nothing actually broken and the boys have stood up the cot and table.

"Yeah, don't fret none," I say as I cut up some cheese and bacon.

The cheese and bacon go in a sack with a few apples and carrots. I hand the bag of food and some more apples and carrots to the boy. I pour myself a beer and take an apple and hunk of cheese outside with us.

"Take care of the horses. Unsaddle them and brush them down. Then put a blanket on each. Give 'em some treats and keep the bag of food for yourselves," I tell him, "Then you can go." "But don't let me hear you three got drunk or I'll whip you myself."

"You won't hear nuthin'" he replies, "Thanks Sergeant."

We step out of the tent and the lad gathers his companions and heads to the horse line. I sit down on a stool beside Ashe and have my supper of sorts. First thing I get Ashe to Bridgeport, we're going out to a real place that serves food. One of them restaurant things that have tablecloths and stuff like that. I think Ashe said she can eat if she has to. Might look kinda funny, her not eatin'. Still somethin' I want to do though.

"Havin' our stuff last on and first off the wagon I wouldn't consider going out of their way," I say the Ashe, "They won't either." "For appearance sake at least, your the Sergeant's woman. I admit it's not like being an officer's wife or somethin'. But their are privileges."

"If you can drive a four horse team, I'll put you on a four horse team. Always lookin' for teamsters. Sober ones anyways! I'll get you a relief driver, so as you can ride your horse, if you want."

 

[feistyphoenix]

The exhaustion starts setting in. It doesn't usually come on this quickly though. For a moment I worry but then I remember it is probably the human half of me. I lean against him and watch the fire.

"Mmhmm," I mumble quietly after he says something that requires a response.

All I really want is to sleep. I haven't had much of it lately and I don't seem to be bouncing back quite as quickly. I'm looking forward to sleeping in a bed again, a cot at least. He finishes his food and I feel his hand gently stroking my hair as my head rests against the outside of his thigh.

I sigh softly and my eyelids flutter from trying to keep them open.

 

[Hard_Rom]

I lean over and look at Ashe's face, thinking maybe she is sick or somethin'. She don't look like she is hurtin' or anythin' just tired. I get to wonderin' if maybe I managed to fuck a succubus until she don't need or want to be fucked some more. Or more likely she is more like normal folk, now she gots a souls and all. Been a long night and a day for both of us. Having her head on my leg, kinda gets me goin' a bit. But I figure maybe I should be saving my strength.

Ashe doesn't even comment when I bodily pick her up in my arams and carry her inside our tent. I swear she is half asleep as I stand her up and take of her dress. She shivers a bit in the cool night air and moves a bit closer to me for warmth. When she is down to her chemise, I pick her up again and lay her on the cot and cover her up while I get undressed down to my underthings and climb in beside her. We snuggle up for warmth. Try as I might, I can't stop my cock from gettin' hard.

I'm still of the mind that the succubus in her needs feeding regular like. So I don't find myself gettin' drained of my own strength. But I ain't about to disturb her sleep by climbing on top of her and fuckin' her. So I let my hands do the job. Under the covers I caress her heavy breasts through the thin linen of her chemise. Even asleep her nipples respond by quickly hardening into hard buds that I can feel through the material. Then I let my hand wander down to between her legs.

I manipulate her chemise up so I can put my hand underneath and fell her sex. Softly, lest I wake her, I begin to rub her lower lips. A wet heat coats my hand in a vey short time. Ashe moans in her sleep. I hope she has nice dreams. Do succubus dream? Gently I slip a finger inside her. My palm cups her clit and my finger moves back and forth in and out of her wet folds as I masturbate her while she sleeps.

 

[feistyphoenix]

It's actually nice letting him take care of me. I'm fading fast. Just like any other creature I need rest. Seeing as I am well fed these days all I am missing is a deep sleep. Jethro gently manipulates my body as he helps me out of my clothes. I drape my arms around his neck as he carries me to the cot.

I am asleep before he joins me. I like how warm me is next to me though.

I'm slowly roused by his hands on me again. Everything he does feels good, but I don't need it. I am not accustomed to bring a glutton. The more stroking and teasing I receive the more I want to tell him to stop.

I moan softly, trying to wake myself.

Somehow I manage to move. I can lift one arm and I use it to push him away from me and onto his back. I entwine myself around his torso in such a way that his only options are to hold me or let me sleep draped across his chest. I'm hoping he just picks the latter so I can sleep.

I am back to sleeping soundly, finally, I hope he isn't angry. I nuzzle against him for good measure, letting him know that's want to be close to him.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Apparently the succubus inside Ashe is satiated. I guess if sex is food, eventually you will be full. Even mostly asleep she gets that message across. I do like how she cuddles up close and not just push me away or roll over. Sure is warm and cosy under the covers with her entwined in my arms.

I suppose tomorrow I will have to go back to fightin' in this damnable war. Sure will be nice to be able to go home again. Mami's buttermilk flapjacks with birch syrup. Her apple pie and a glass of milk...

The sun is not even up when I awake. Which is good. Been neglecting my duties for two days. With good reason and enjoyably so... but still. Ashe is still asleep, all wrapped up with me and the blankets. I gotta move slow so as not to wake her. She can sleep another couple of hours if she needs. It's cold out from under the blankets. I get dressed as quick and quiet as I can, then slip out.

Be noonish before I can send a wagon over to collect our stuff. Maybe I can stop by then. I saddle up my big gelding and ride to the troop HQ. Of course the Lieutenant ain't around yet. Some of my corporals give me a bit of a look but I figure they got a look at Ashe and can see why I would be lettin' slip my duties a tad. Normally I'm the stickler for duty round here. Guess I got a couple of looks comin'

"Alright you bastards!" I say to my corporals, "Your holiday is over." "I'm back. Now lets get to Bridgeport."

I spend until noon doing paperwork and filling out requisition forms. Then I join up with the wagon collecting folks stuff. It's just a two horse outfit and Ashe is a whole lot prettier than the current teamster.

 

[feistyphoenix]

The sleep was glorious. Our body heat under the blankets was enough to keep both of us comfortable. I his myself under them when he removed himself from under me. I almost expected him to wake me up with sex but after a little while I realized he wasn't coming back to bed. I wasn't roused until I heard his horse trotting down the dirt lane in front of our tent.

I sat up and listened, shuddered as the cold air caressed my shoulders. I buried myself back in the blankets and napped for a little longer. I was comfortable but it wasn't the same alone. Eventually I got irritated enough to just get up. It was cold!

The dresses I ordered had been deposited on top of the trunk, probably the day before. I just hadn't noticed until now. I carefully unfolded both to inspect the workmanship. They were both beautiful. There was a dark grey and black knit shawl accompanying them. It would fit me better than the tattered Reb coat ever would. I decided on the navy dress and slipped into it. I tied the wide band of fabric around my waist and looked at myself the best I could. I liked the unpleated skirt, and the open chest wasn't too revealing. It would be even less so if worn over a proper chemise. This would do for now.

I checked on my horse and found him snoozing lightly with his back foot cocked in a resting pose. I tossed a couple of logs into the pit of embers and pulled the shawl around my shoulders. A couple of men in uniform were making their way down the lane, counting and making notes on paper. No doubt doing some planning for the trip to Bridgeport. I started thinking about packing, but there wasn't much to pack. It would all fit in the trunk with space left over.

When they got to me they looked like hungry wolves. One was gaunt and seemed nervous. The other was a brawny dark haired private, good looking too. I gave them both a half smile, trying to seem.....normal or human. The nervous one started talking quietly to his counterpart. Instinctively, I made like I was checking on my horse and put the beast between us, trying to block their view of me. The more one looked upon a succubus the more entranced he would become. Unless hunting, it was better for all of us if I kept distance between us. I wrapped the shawl across my chest for good measure and tried to keep my head down.

Before I was prepared for it, the dark haired soldier was leaning against the tree where the hitch line was tied watching me.