"Sacrificial Lamb"

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor had wanted this moment since before Ann had regained consciousness the day before, laying there on his bed in the bridal nightie she had hoped she'd wear for her future husband.

Now, he felt the head of his erection pressing at her hole, his hands grasping her hips tightly and pulling her back to him. He looked down upon her backside and realized that she was surrendering herself to him, discontinuing the fight. She knew that was coming. She knew she couldn't stop it.

He slowed, letting the fury subside, and relaxed his grip a bit, wanting her to not be afraid. He said softly, "This will hurt."

He pressed forward, feeling the resistance of his cock against her dry flesh. A little more force, and he penetrated her with a deep sigh. She was so tight, tighter than those who had come before her.

So many times before, he'd been sure that the sacrificial lambs he'd been offered weren't as pure white as they should have been at their age. It was, perhaps, why they hadn't entirely fulfilled their purpose and why the beast returned so much earlier than before.

Gregor pulled his cock back out a bit, then inserting it again, repeating this several times until the natural lubrication inside Ann began to do its job. He was hurting her. He could feel it in her movements, hear it in her soft cries. He didn't want to harm her, didn't want her to regret this. But, there was really no way around it.

He pushed with a bit more force, and she let him in. She was warm and wet -- lube and blood, too, he imagined -- as his entire length finally intruded upon her. He held still, deep inside her for a long moment, reveling at the incredible feel of being inside his Lamb...

 

[Belvino]

Ann felt a tearing inside as he slowly, but continuously pressed his cock into her. She was resisting him, but not of her own will. The pain of it all was unlike anything she had ever felt, and while she lay pressed face down into the bed she could not imagine why anyone would ever enjoy this. It burned and she was sure she was bleeding. She felt tears well up in her eyes and bit the fabric of the bedding as he forced himself deeper. She wanted to cry out but all that came were short little moans of pain.

He was moving slowly in and out her, pulling her own lubricants along until his motions became more fluid. It was then that he stopped, buried so far inside her that Ann lifted her head to look back at him. He seemed to be in a blissful state, but Ann did not want him to stop. His movements from before had gone from terribly painful, to a little bit pleasurable. She wanted to experience more of that and most of all she wanted to wash this pain away.

Ann pressed her hips back into him and then rocked them slightly forward. She was mimicking his thrusts with her own enjoying their little dance. The pain was beginning to ebb away, but still remained a constant presence. Her own pleasure took over her thoughts, and soon she had forgotten everything that bothered her. The beast, the lost girls, her family, and the mysteries that Gregor never seemed to solve.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor was relieved to feel Ann moving with him. Not only because he sympathized with but couldn't prevent the pain she must have been feeling and was happy that it seemed to be subsiding; but because it also meant that he could seach for his own pleasure without the moment destroying guilt.

He was as gentle as he could be, stroking longer and longer but not pounding her viciously as he could have. The pleasure came quickly -- she was tight and warm and perfect -- just as Gregor did. With a final plunge deep into her, he let out a great groan of pleasure as his cock began leaping inside of Ann. He held her hips tightly -- too tightly as the bruises would show later -- and arched his back, looking toward the heavens as the euphoria enveloped him.

 

[Belvino]

Ann winced as Gregor’s hands dug deep into her hips his last thrust leaving his cock to fill her full of his seed. She did not move from him for a while enjoying the sensation of him stretching her. It had been painfully initially, but the worst of the pain had subsided to be replaced with a sensation unlike anything she had felt before. Of course the little pain that was left had kept her from achieving her own orgasm, but she did not know that. All Ann knew was it had felt good for a while, and she only wished that it did not hurt again if they ever did it again.

Slowly Ann moved forward and felt Gregor sliding out of her. Once he was completely out she collapsed on the bed and rolled over onto her back. She was watching him while he knelt above her, his breath still ragged while he came down from his high. He was such a mystery, but Ann felt safe with him. There was something about him that she could not put her finger on. Ann lifted herself up and knelt before him. Even kneeling he was still taller than her, but she wanted to try something that she had seen some of the other girls do to the boys.

Ann wrapped her arms around him, and brought him down to her mouth. She placed her kiss tentatively on his lips, watching his reaction. The kisses moved down to his jaw, and across his neck his stubble scraping her soft flesh. She dragged her fingers across his throat and cupped the side of his face in her hands.

“If you need help with grooming I can do that for you,” Ann had often watched her father shave his neck. He had grown a large beard, but always kept his neck free of hair. Sometimes he had enlisted the help of Ann, or her mother when he had not felt well enough to shave himself.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Ann surprised Gregor by rising to her knees and ... kissing him? None of the others had ever kissed him. Ever! It reminded him of ... of before... before the Beast ... when he lived a normal life as a huntsman...

The feel of her lips upon his was heavenly. She seemed tentative, and he wondered whether she had ever kissed a male before, other than her father, which was, of course, not the same act as she'd just done with Gregor. His mind searched for the last tjme a woman had pressed her lips to his, and realized that it had likely been before this girl was born. Two decades ... almost two ... decades... his mind considered.

Gregor's eyes threatened to glaze over at the recollection, and he blinked away the tears before they were able to form.

When she offered to groom him, he was even more shocked. Even though he sensed her feeling of discomfort when his prickly whiskers poked her tender skin, Gregor knew that she was offering to shave him for his benefit, not her own. After all, she would only need him clean shaven if she wanted to kiss him more in the futhre. And ... wby would she do that?

The other girls had sometimes offered to perform tasks for Gregor, tasks which he had not specifically commanded of them. But there had always been an ulterior motive. He remembered one who offered to bath him often, only to later learn that she simply couldn't stand the smell of him after a hard day of labor.

Even though Gregor barely knew Ann, he sensed that her offer was genuine. But he couldn't find her ulterior motive. Then his mind imagined her holding a straight edged razor at his neck, and he smiled a bit. He didn't honestly think this sweet thing could slit his throat, but he could imagine that she could imagine it after he'd essentially raped her.

"We'll see," he answered, his breathing almost to pre-orgasm levels. He reached around her to the top of the bed and pulled the bedding down toward them. He said softly, less demanding as he had before, "Go to bed."

 

[Belvino]

Ann smiled with Gregor’s response, hopeful that she could help him. Of course she didn’t know that he was essentially trying to push the idea under the rug so she would forget about it. He ordered her to get into bed again and she frowned.

“Why do you always order me around? Am I doomed to be your puppet?” Ann questioned. She was glaring at him now, but crawled under the blankets anyway. It was warm beneath them, and with Ann’s sparse clothing she had been a little cold despite the fire still burning in the hearth.

“Do as Gregor says or he will cook you up in his stew,” Ann mumbled under her breath.

She adjusted the pillow her head laid on until she felt comfortable again. Her gaze focused on Gregor as she thought of all the events that had occurred. She wanted so desperately to know everything, but every time she asked Gregor he either ignored her, or gave her an evasive answer. Ann sighed determined not to fall asleep, perhaps she would sneak into the forest again, or explore outside the cabin there had to be clues somewhere…

Ann could not fight her overwhelming tiredness and soon found herself drifting off to sleep dreaming of large beasts chasing her, and trees reaching out to grab her with their branches. She ran as fast as she could, but she would never get away, and would feel the beast's hot breath blowing down her neck.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

He watched Ann make herself comfortable, then rose to take care of things. He donned his simple cotton pajama bottoms, tying the string around his waist, then moved about blowing out candles, stoking both fires -- it was going to be cold -- and checking on the pot of water that he always kept filled in the fireplace.

And all the time that he was moving about, he was glancing occasionally back at Ann. He was checking on her, hoping she was content enough to not go for the stroll that she was ironically thinking about. He was also sort of hoping she'd invite him back to the bed. It was, of course, his bed. But he'd ... well, he'd just raped her in it, and kiss or no kiss, he would have felt guilty simply crawling in beside Ann's nude form.

He came to a stop in the middle of the cabin, looking about to ensure that everything was settled. When he looked back to the bed, Ann was out. Now, he would have felt simply intrusive to slip up to her. He returned to his chair, wrapping the big fur around himself. He watched her sleep for several minutes, observing her lightly rising and falling chest, wishing he was next to her, pressing his mouth to her nipples, suckling her...



He awoke with a start at the sound of Ann moaning. He sat up quickly and studied her. She was dreaming, but Gregor could see that it wasn't a happy moment for her. When her hands jerked in a defensive motion, he popped up from the chair and moved closer to her. He knew what she was dreaming about, and he felt guilty for it.

He moved closer to her, watching her reliving the horror from the woods. He couldn't do anything to cease the dreams, but he thought that maybe he could comfort her through it. He carefully lifted the blankets and slipped in beside Ann, slipping an arm under her.

 

[Belvino]

Ann woke with a start, both from the nightmare and the sudden feeling that someone was touching her. Her eyes were wide, and she was breathing heavily still frightened by her dreams and the confusing surroundings. This was not her home. After a moment it all came back to Ann, the coat, the walk in the forest, and most of all Gregor.

Gregor!

Ann could not see him in the cabin, but that was when she became aware of the arm tucked beneath her shoulders. Ann rolled around in the bed and stared at the man behind her. She didn’t say anything just watched him until eventually she curled up in his arms and scooted closer until her body was pressed against his chest. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, but did not go to sleep.

“I had a dream about the forest, and the beast,” Ann whispered against Gregor’s chest. Ann couldn’t explain it, but she felt like Gregor was her guardian despite all he had done was give her orders, and she disobeyed them anyway. Ann thought he may have been so mad with her because he worried that she had been hurt, and she was, though not from the beast.

“I’m sorry.. I … I … just wanted to know,” Ann said again.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor pulled Ann closer in response but didn't say anything. She'd made a mistake, knew it, and likely would never do such a thing again. She'd seen the face of death -- or at least seen its form -- and if that wasn't enough to keep her close to the cabin, his chastising of her certainly wouldn't be.

He laid back on the bed and pulled her tightly to his torso. She felt incredible. It wasn't the first time he'd shared this bed with a young woman during his decades in isolation, but it was the first time he'd felt like the woman beside him wanted to be here, too. The others had slept with him simply because they'd been told to do so, or because the nights were so cold that even the body warmth of their despised captor was better than no warmth at all.

"Sleep," he said, as bluntly as he'd given his earlier orders. Only this time, he said it while giving her a loving hug.

(OOC: If nothing happens in the meantime, she will awake alone sometime after dawn. Gregor will be no where to be found.)

 

[Belvino]

Ann dozed off in Gregor’s arms, content and warm. When she woke again he was gone and her arms were stretched out across the bed, searching. She sat up quickly, but he was not in the cabin. Ann frowned as she climbed from the bed, and stole one of the fur coats to wrap around herself. The fire had died to little embers, but there was no wood to place on it. She would have to go outside and find some more.

Sunlight sparkled off the snow in the meadow, greeting Ann with its faint warmth as she stepped out of the cover of the cabin. Though the sun had risen the morning contained a bite, and it nipped at Ann’s bare skin where the fur coat did not cover. She would really need to find something to wear other than her bridal nightie. If it hadn’t been for Gregor she might have frozen, though she did not think of the many blankets piled on the bed. Gregor, of course was not outside either, and she could not see any chopped wood in the vicinity.

Ann squared her shoulders as she stared at the forest ahead of her. She would have to go in again. It was not something she was looking forward to, but she had no other choice. Ann moved across the meadow like she was going to her death which was entirely possible. The cold snow once again stung her bare feet, but she felt encouraged by the sun shining on her back. Ann stopped at the edge of the forest her eyes studying the ground carefully. The twigs were not large enough for the fire so she moved carefully just inside, and found some larger branches that looked as if they had been broken off from the trees around her. Ann hesitated to pick them up, instead listening for the beast.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The crunch of Gregor's boots on the snow caused Ann to flinch. He stopped short, just inside the tree line saying, "Sorry. Don't fear."

He stepped out into the light, one hand holding a tightly bound bundle of limbs for the fire and the other carrying a pair of snare-killed rabbits to cook over it. He looked her over and smirked a bit. The fur she held tight at her neck opened gradually closer to the ground, revealing most of one nude leg.

He felt his cock growing at the sight of her and the memory of the previous night. He could take her right here, right now. Lay her on her back on the fur on the snowy ground and pummel her womanhood.

Instead, he gave her a friendly smile and informed her, "I have clothes that will fit you. We should go inside."

 

[Belvino]

The sudden sight of Gregor startled Ann. She hadn’t been expecting him, and clearly her hearing was not that good if she hadn’t even known he was there until he was right before her. If it had been the beast she probably would be dead. Ann tried to push the thought to the back of her mind. Gregor appeared to have gone out for his own chores which immediately made Ann feel guilty. She had always helped when she lived with her family, and often they would be up before dawn. She had slept in weary from the night before.

Ann turned around and quickly headed back towards the cabin. She did not look at Gregor as he entered the cabin, but carefully draped the fur over one of the chairs next to the table. This was when Ann noticed the large dark bruise flowering over her left ribcage, and the matching almost finger shaped ones on her hips. She frowned at the marks and tugged the remainder of her nightie over the bruises. It did no real good to cover them for the material was made of a light gauze and therefore was incredibly transparent.

“Where do you go all the time? Am I always going to be kept up here while you disappear?” Ann asked suddenly. Ann had moved over to the pile of wood that Gregor had dropped on the floor. She pulled out a couple of choice logs and tossed them onto the embers. The flames did not start immediately so Ann bent forward at the waist and blew until the embers grew red hot, and the dry logs caught a flame.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor ignored her comment and was going to simply go about his business until he caught sight of Ann leaning over to stoke the fire. Without the destroyed panties and in only her devastated, thin wedding nightie, she was as good as naked to him. From behind her, he could see her swollen pussy lips and wondered whether it was the result the previous night's sex, her nature, or -- wishfully dreaming -- a sign that she was as excited and ready as he was.

In the end, it didn't matter. He stepped up behind her, scooped her into his arms, and headed for the bed. At her surprised expression, he said, "Pleasure me ... and I will answer one question without hesitation or avoidance.

He dropped her onto the bed and began quickly stripping away his clothes, his gaze firmly set upon her.

 

[Belvino]

Ann yelped in surprise when Gregor picked her up and carried her off to the bed. He dropped her in it and she sat upright staring at him with wide eyes. She had been frightened when he picked her up, unaware of his intentions until now. Ann was confused about what had started this desire in him again.

Pleasure me… and I will answer one question without hesitation or avoidance.

Ann smiled at that, but it was quickly gone when Gregor stripped himself of his clothes and looked at her expectantly. She was at a loss for what to do, but felt a curiosity about him. Carefully she reached forward and closed her hand around his shaft. He was hard, and yet soft all at the same time. His skin was smooth and she loved the way it felt beneath her hand. She wondered what he tasted like and bent forward to lick the bottom of his head. Her mouth closed gently on the tip her tongue swirling around the head.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor's eyes widened with surprise: Ann had put his penis in her mouth!

He hadn't meant for her to do that. He'd never even heard of a woman doing that. Apparently, he'd been more of a hermit than he'd ever imagined!

But the instant pleasure that came with her warm, wet lips and tongue taking him was so overwhelming that all he could do was let out a long, soft moan ... and enjoy...

 

[Belvino]

Ann paused a moment to look at Gregor while her mouth still rested tightly on his cock. She was encouraged by what she saw, and decided to explore further. He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing, and Ann liked the expressions that were on his face. She wanted to make him happy, and this certainly seemed to be an effective method.

Ann sucked him further into her mouth taking him as far down as she could go. The rest she used her fist for supplementing the movement of her mouth. Although Ann had known nothing about the pleasure between a man and a woman before last night she was a very perceptive girl. The movements she created with her mouth was a copy of the movements Gregor had done with his hips inside of her. She wondered if it felt just as good as the other way, because Gregor had seemed exceptionally satisfied then.

She traced circles around his head and stroked him with her tongue while her lips glided up and down his shaft. She had felt him start to move his hips against her mouth rocking his erection through the perfect little circle her lips had made. He was moaning a bit louder now beginning to lose control of himself as he started fucking her mouth a little harder.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

It was simply incredible! The feel of Ann's tongue dancing around the head of his cock, the tight sensation of her lips swallowing so much of his length, and the gentle was she stoked the rest of him and fondled his balls...

Later, when he had a chance to reflect, he would find himself wondering whether it had been as good or better than being inside of Ann. But right now, as the pleasure was welling rapidly within him, such thoughts were out of reach.

She must have realized that consistent stokes of her mouth and hand were driving him nuts because she fell into a pattern that brought her mouth up and down his shaft rapidly and ever deeply. He heard her gag a couple of times, and yet she continued onward.

Suddenly, euphoria arrived. He pulled back suddenly, not wanting his man stuff to go into her mouth as that would just be ... well, what would it be...? Wrong? Inconsiderate? Nasty?

But he was too late: the first round of thick semen fired deep into Ann's mouth, with the next couple of shots striking her on the lips and chin. By that time, of course, Gregor's head was swimming in ecstasy so he really had no idea where his ejaculate was going, nor did he really care. He moaned loud and long, reaching a hand out to the wall for support as the pleasure overwhelmed him...

 

[Belvino]

Ann had not expected Gregor to come in her mouth. She had not even thought that far ahead so when the taste of his ejaculate filled her mouth she was surprised. She swallowed back the first mouthful, blinking rapidly as the next few landed on her lips and across her chin. Not knowing what else to do Ann wiped her face with her fingers and licked the come from them. The taste was not like anything she had ever had. It was salty, and thick almost like drinking cream without the hints of sugar, but she liked it. Most of all she liked the way Gregor looked after he had come. He was in pure ecstasy and as she knelt on the bed raising up to meet him she could see a look in his eyes that she had not been able to see the night before.

Ann did not want to spoil his moment so she waited until she knew that he was back with her. He was watching her and she smiled at him. “I hope that you enjoyed that,” Ann was sure she already knew the answer to that. Ann sat down against the bed and carefully arranged what was left of her nightie. She was still watching Gregor trying to think exactly of what she wanted to ask him.

“What happened to the other girls?” Ann asked.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor suddenly wished he hadn't made the deal with Ann. Oh, sure, he'd answered her question to others in the past, but never in this way. Never as a point blank question that he couldn't dodge by simply saying he didn't want to answer it.

He sat back on his haunches for a moment, then rose and crossed the room. He pulled a brown bottle from a shelf and took a big chug from its alcoholic contents, returned it to the shelf, and then returned himself to the bed. (It never occurred to Gregor to offer Ann a drink, as little girls shouldn't drink, particularly with strangers ... whose cocks they'd just sucked.)

He eyed the tattered nightie, then stood again, saying, "Remove that, and I will tell you."

As she stripped away the worthless piece of clothing, he retrieved a pair of large -- much too large, it would turn out -- pajamas from a drawer and set them on the bed before her. (She would have to take them in one day if she didn't feel as though she were swimming in them or shrinking to a smaller size at bed time.)

"They died," Gregor finally said, point blank. He hesitated for a moment, remembering his 'without avoidance' promise and clarified, "the creature that stalked you in the forest that night ... it killed them. They ventured into the forest ... some at night, some by day ... some after being her just a short time and others after months, even years of..."

He was about to reveal more than what he wished her to know and more than to what he felt obligated but stopped. He stood and began to put his clothing back together upon his body. As far as he was concerned, this conversation was over. Somehow, he didn't think Ann would feel the same way -- that she would want more -- but he'd fulfilled his end of the bargain ... and now they both had chores to perform.

 

[Belvino]

Ann quickly slid the nightie over her head and tossed it to the side. When Gregor brought her the pajamas she frowned.

“Am I supposed to be locked up in the cabin all day? If you want any help I will need better clothes than that,” Ann said watching as Gregor picked out a different outfit. He handed her a simple dress about floor length and a pair of shoes. Both items were large on Ann’s petite frame as she quickly discovered when she pulled the dress on. The hem bunched up against the floor and the bodice itself did not fit appropriately. The dress had obviously been made for someone taller with a large bosom. Ann did not want to think about where Gregor had gotten these clothes so she focused her attention back on him while he took a swig of the alcohol.

They died, the creature that stalked you in the forest that night ... it killed them. They ventured into the forest ... some at night, some by day ... some after being here just a short time and others after months, even years of...

Ann wanted to ask Gregor more, but she got the feeling that he would not answer her. She had figured the girls died, after all she did not think she would be here if it had been otherwise. Ann felt a cold shiver creep up her spine. She would have suffered the same fate if she had not gotten lucky. The beast had abandoned his effort to eat her though she did not doubt he would have continued if she had not made a hasty retreat. She thought back to that night her mind trying to understand why it had turned away from her, and seemingly disappeared.

Ann walked to Gregor and took his hands in her own, squeezing them gently, “I’m sorry,” she said. She felt as if Gregor was troubled by what had happened to the other girls, and he even seemed to be a little depressed. His life up here in this cabin must have been really lonely after losing the girls. “I’ll try to stay away from the forest, but you can't always keep me shrouded in mystery. It was curiosity that led me out the other night, and luck that saved me.”

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Gregor didn't respond verbally, but he did squeeze back on her hands to let Ann know that he'd heard her words and appreciated them, too.

Then, a small smirk spread upon his lips. "I won't keep you in the dark always ... or about all things. In fact..."

He released her hands, turned away, turned back again -- this time with a broom and dust pan in his hands -- and said, "I will tell you all you need to know about how to use this ... and then I will go get more wood for the fire."

Her response was close to what he'd expected, and he chuckled as he snatched up the rabbit carcasses and headed outside to deal with them.

But at the door, he stopped and said in a genuine tone, "You will get to go into the woods soon ehough. But ... you must wait until I know the Beast is under control."

His comment about the creature was vague. It was, of course, meant to be so. Gregor wasn't yet ready to tell her more of it.

 

[Belvino]

Ann was appalled when Gregor handed her the broom and pan. Not for the fact that he was making her clean, but more to the matter that he treated her as if she did not know what the objects were used for. She glared at him, and stood holding the broom and pan in one hand muttering, “I probably know more than you mountain man.”

After some hesitation she started sweeping away all the dirt and dust that had been tracked into the room. Gregor’s voice broke through her concentration, and she was forced to stop as she took a moment to look up at him. “So I will get to go to the woods, but will I get to go home?” Ann already knew the answer to that, and had not really meant for Gregor to reply so she turned her back to him and continued sweeping. She wondered what he meant by keeping the beast under control. Was it some sheepdog that Gregor could control with a whistle to herd and protect the sheep, or in this case eat them?

When Ann was finished with her task and the pan was full she went outside and dumped the contents of the pan into the snow. Gregor was busy skinning and gutting each rabbit. His hands were covered in blood when Ann approached him.

“How long have you lived here?” Ann asked her hands pressed tightly against her hips.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

Ann was full of questions Gregor had no desire to answer. The truth would have been hard for her to fathom, so he simply said, "Longer than you've been alive."

He'd just finished with the last rabbit. He handed her both carcasses and gathered up a huge handful of snow, cleaning his hands with it. He could see from her expression that she was expecting more so he said, "Cook those ... and I'll answer another question ... after dinner."

He waited for her response and departure, then set about one more task before he came inside...



It was almost two hours before he'd finished his repairs and could bring in his surprise. He kicked a heavy boot at the door for Ann's attention, and when she opened the door, he lugged the huge object inside, setting it up in the warmest area of the cabin, right between the wood stove and the fire place.

He stood back and inspected the wooden beer casket that had been cut down to half height, perfect for a pair of lovers to bath within. He glanced at Ann, then at her body. He smirked, saying "If you would like ... I can scrub your back after dinner."

 

[Belvino]

Longer than you have been alive.

Ann raised an eyebrow at that remark, but did not say anything more. She took the rabbits from Gregor and walked back into the cabin a new determination set upon her. How many things could she do to get Gregor to talk? The possibilities loomed before her as she rummaged in the cupboards looking for the right spices. She frowned when she noticed that none of them were labeled, but some she could easily identify by sight. Other she had to sniff to make sure they were what she wanted. She selected a variety of fresh root vegetables as well and got to work chopping those into smaller portions. Ann tossed all these ingredients into a large iron pot which she placed on the wood stove. She had to throw in a few more logs to get the heat going again.

Ann took a smaller pot, and went outside circling around the cabin until she found the stream that crossed through the pasture behind the cabin. She filled the pot with water, and hoisted the heavy thing up until she could carry it into the cabin. When she returned she poured the water into the pot on the wood stove and stirred the ingredients. She would have to let the pot simmer for a while until she had a good stock going so she turned back to the rabbits and carefully rubbed them down with another selection of dried herbs. She had left a little water in the smaller pot which she used to clean her hands after placing the rabbits carefully into the other pot.

It was several hours later when the smell of the cooking rabbits filled the cabin, and there was a knock at the door. Ann opened it, and let Gregor walk in carrying his prize. He placed the large casket on the ground between the stove and the fire and looked up at her.

If you would like I can scrub your back after dinner.

Ann stared at Gregor she noticed he had a sly smile on his lips as he appraised her form. “Something tells me you have more on your mind than that. In any case dinner is ready.” She gestured to the pot on the wood stove.

 

[TonyDeeDee]

The meal was incredible. Gregor had known about the existence of the various herbs and spices in the cupboards, but other than the sugar, salt, and pepper -- easily identified by the simple man -- he'd never used them before. They'd been gathered and processed by the women before Ann, and after they were gone, the ingredients simply sat on the shelf, their containers collecting dust.

Part way through the meal, Gregor remembered a treat hidden away in a wooden box. He returned to the table with two crystal glasses -- after blowing the dust out of them, too -- and poured the thick, dark berry wine that he'd made the fall before, offering one glass to his new housemate.

Gregor watched Ann closely through the evening, smiling often, asking her about her village, and commenting about the similarities and differences about their lives. He didn't reveal anything significant about life at the cabin, and Ann didn't delve into the really interesting things. It was a very pleasant hour or so, and he wished it could go on for ever.

It couldn't, of course, but not because of anything Ann did. Gregor's lust flared up when Ann stood to get something from the stove and the gaze of the man sitting behind her fell to her young, firm buttocks.

He looked to the fire place where he'd filled the large water kettle just before dinner. "Water's hot. How about that bath now?"