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I stand outside in the sweltering heat, rivulets of sweat rolling down my stomach as air slashes through the hollow of my lungs. I could barely feel the burn inside me or my white tank top melting into my skin, for that matter. Not when she was walking so far in front of me. Her sneakers pressed down and pushed off the gravel beneath her rhythmically, in a way that would make anyone feel at peace from the calming sound. But each step made my fury twofold, like ribbons of magma folding over each other.
My girl was ignoring me.
We’re on an inconsequential mission Slenderman forced us to complete, and she’s treating it like the fate of the world rests on her shoulders alone.
I did fuck up earlier this morning; I admit it. It was stupid, really. I might’ve… lightly teased her in bed while I cradled her in my arms under gentle sunlight filtering in about how much weaker she is compared to me. It’s only the truth, but I guess I can see why she’d be upset with me. On the other hand, this moodiness is a little much, in my uncertified opinion. It’s not like I insulted her body or mentioned something intentionally cruel. And now she’s wrongfully withholding it from me.
She just sidestepped our familiar routine of cuddling in our bed, tangling the cool sheets between our bare legs, and peppering this mug with undeserved kisses until we had to go, like it’s something she can choose to withdraw on a whim. I don’t really care about how dependent I’ve become on her closeness, at least how it looks to other people. I couldn’t give a fuck about what anyone says about me. Trust me, I’ve heard Toby complain about our walls being thinner than communion wafers during breakfast each and every morning. I don’t know why he still bothers running his mouth when I ignore him and continue making her scream her heart out every night. The only way this affliction of mine bothers me is moments like this. I feel like a mutt accustomed to eating nothing but prime rib and suddenly left to starve.
Has she always been this insecure? She didn’t seem like the type of person to get worked up about comments from other people, especially offhand ones. But seeing her so determined in her verbal celibacy, her back facing me with her ass swaying under my nose, provoking the thought of yanking that stubborn little body back to face me is telling. Maybe she feels that she doesn’t match the others’ strength. Now that I think about it, she does seem to get her assigned tasks done a little later than everyone else. But why the hell does that matter? I’ll work harder and have enough strength to carry the both of us. I just need her with me.
Now that my breath evened out after I caught up to her, I stalked from behind at a modest distance. But I know she can sense my presence, judging by the stiff horizontal line of her shoulders. I love how she always feels me touching her with my gaze. A minute at a time, I begin to walk briskly, the sound of my feet crunching against dead leaves blending with her own footsteps in an earthy symphony. She definitely wouldn’t notice that, knowing how she gets invested in whatever’s going on in that pretty head of hers. She almost tripped on a damn pebble of all things three minutes earlier.
In a way, it’s satisfying to know that she’s aware of how much more feeble she is. Not weak in general, no, she’s significantly stronger than the average woman you’d find on the street without a shadow of a doubt. But compared to me, it’s no contest. Especially given how low her confidence is, it’s going to be way too easy. Still, that girl could easily get in a few good hits on me if she tried.
Even as she stews about our quarrel, I wonder whether she still actively craves me underneath that adorable pouty face. Those kinds of feelings can’t just dissolve with the changing tides, can they? Not from one so inconsequential. My hands twitch at my sides. I can imagine her stiff, nettled limbs melting, becoming pliant and hot under my persistent touch, wiping that constraining fog of huffiness out of her head. Words aren’t enough at this point. I tried using all of them, and everything that came out was utter garbage. She takes it all in, overthinks, and puts way too much importance on my idiotic comments. My girl is tragically precocious. She just needs to feel what I mean instead. Then she’ll know.
As I keep inching closer, Jesus Christ, I gawk at that heat rubbing between her thighs with each step. My mouth waters. She wore those jeans today just to show me what I’m missing, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone asks, yes, I’m aware of what I’m missing. Painfully. I hope she still gets wet for me even when I fuck up. I know she still wants to keep me around. I just need proof.
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Slenderman has to be a sadist to put you and Natalie on a mission together after he saw you both standing at arms length when the proxies lined up outside. Maybe that was the point? You’ll just prove him wrong and execute this mission flawlessly, whether she chooses to cooperate or not. Your bets are on not. Despite how it came about, you’re thankful for some fresh air to help you gather your bearings properly. Your shared bedroom felt stuffy and suffocating this morning. It’s like the room filled up with all the words exchanged between you, making it impossible to breathe anymore.
On the topic of your conversation, you left it feeling like you’re not exactly strong enough for Natalie. Your mind tells you that you aren’t capable of protecting her how she deserves, and that imbalance in your relationship is glaring. God knows how much the human brain loves pointing out differences and constantly comparing them. But why does she have to shine a spotlight on your shortcomings too? You’re trying your best, training to exhaustion even on off days to build your strength and endurance, but you feel like your efforts are all laughable to her. Like she’s the one who naturally assumes all responsibility while you sit in the corner, a useless statue as she does all the real work. But beyond that, you stare into the mirror, and you don’t look like you belong with Natalie either. That’s something you wouldn’t dare utter out loud. She’d probably express that it’s as absurd as all your other worries. And you suppose that makes the thought, the mental wound of you not being on her level, fester even more.
A twig snaps just a pace away from you, forcing your posture to straighten like the invisible corset you’re wearing just had its strings pulled taut. Is that… is she getting closer to you? You swear that sound of soil under her boots was further away when you first heard her track you. Ruminating about it won’t do anything productive, though. It’s not like you can turn around and check if your hunch is more than it seems. Because the second you do, she’ll inevitably stare back at you with that dumb smile and you’ll just scoff and say “What?” and spark an entire conversation that becomes another flame atop the massive, raging bonfire you already have warring inside. You don’t want to talk any more than you already have. It clearly doesn’t lead to resolution with her.
The hairs on the nape of your neck stand on their ends, detecting a fanning of… breath? wind? You have to assume she’s right behind you, merely a foot away. Confusion and fear flood your veins like a shock of ice water. What the hell was she up to? Messing with you after your argument isn’t winning her any favors.
“Hhhck!” The wind knocks out of you, cuttingly, your body hitting the sharp, uneven terrain beneath. A warm weight paralyzes you— Natalie sitting on your legs—forcing your bones to moan under the stress of her.
Natalie snickers cruelly and shoves the fabric of your jeans down to your knees. Fresh air hitting bare skin and underwear without a barrier makes you gasp, the feeling horribly abnormal. The sound of her leather boots groaning makes you feel even more mocked.
“What’s wrong with you?!” You scream, rage invigorating you more than anxiety ever did, hands clenching into fists around nothing. You try craning your head to glare at her. Maybe seeing your pissed-off expression would make her come back to reality. Alas, the furthest you can see is your own underwear. That fact only makes you livid.
“Be a good girl for me and calm down.” She purrs. Did she just…? Hell no. Nobody tells you to calm down, especially not the woman who made comments about your body and-
Rrrrrrrrip!
You feel a bizarre shape pressed against your thigh. But you know what it is because you’ve seen it far more than you’d like to have. It’s her knife, which is consistently christened by fresh, warm blood on the daily. And judging by the position of it, the sound, and the fact that you can discern lessened tension on your hips, she just used it to cut your underwear off of you like a butcher would cut strings off their meat. To that, you can give her no reply in any imaginable form. You’re officially dumbfounded to the point of being speechless.
She hungrily cuts the other side, the garment officially torn in half as she folds the bottom part open to ogle at your warm sex. It’s too warm, actually. Why the hell was that feeling in your stomach coming on the scene? Why did your breathing pattern change without your awareness? You’re only supposed to react like that when she’s doing morally good. Like lifting corpses for you when you’re too tuckered out or making out with you despite the fact that you’re bloody and sweaty after a messy mission. Certainly not when she’s tossing you around so brutishly despite your blatant anger towards her.
One of her frigid hands rests on top of your ass and slowly pulls the substantial mound skyward, officially parting your folds to the outside world for the first time. Your breath halts. The worst part is that you can practically picture her grinning with unbridled glee just behind you.
“You’re… completely soaked through, bunny.” The brunette chuckles roughly, carrying a hint of breathy disbelief in her tone.
“That’s all because of me, right? Poor thing.” Natalie finally lets go of your butt cheek, and it felt like you could finally let out the breath you’ve been safely holding, as if a doctor just finished examining you. But for her? The examination was far from over. She decided to take an even more direct approach, her icy hands wedging under your thighs and parting your folds directly with her thumbs. This position in particular made you feel exposed as her gaze rested heavily on your molten core.
You couldn’t even scold her for this unacceptable behavior. Well… didn’t, not couldn’t. You didn’t want her to stop in the slightest. Holding her attention like this, appreciating your body after second-guessing your worth, it felt deserved after all the turmoil you were swirling in today. Then again, you didn’t want her to feel like she had you wrapped around her finger (she does, and in a few minutes you will be literally), so you don’t want to encourage her actions and make her feel like she got a treat.
The woman in question doesn’t seem to mind either way. Her hand softly sets your thigh down onto the soil, now free to roam your heated body wherever it so pleases. While her other hand spreads your labia on one side, she utilizes the other to slip her pointer finger inside you, past your clenched ring. It was way too effortless.
“Dear god…” Natalie mumbles, her snark shifting to something more lustful and almost reverent now that she’s actually inside you. Her commentary made you pulse around her, like her words always did. Her finger suddenly surges forward to the knuckle, finally dragging a pleasured mewl out of you. Thankfully, she decided not to tease you this time, or else you probably would’ve shut your mouth out of spite.
After that, she snakes her finger out with a squishy pop coming from your entrance. Then, you hear what you could only describe as the overly enthusiastic smacking of lips… probably cleaning her finger after collecting the particular taste deep inside you.
“Sorry, bunny. I’m feeling pretty impatient today after being deprived of you for so long.” Natalie really is unstable. She couldn’t tolerate a solid three hours of you keeping her at a distance. Now, she slides her hands under your thighs yet again and abruptly drags you back, causing your shirt to ride up from the friction and the sensitive skin of your abdomen grazing the earth directly. Baring your flesh to the world feels so wrong when it’s supposedly human nature. Natalie sizing you up like a feral creature is the only thing that feels remotely natural here.
Her warm puffs of breath fan across your sex as she pulls your hips up to her face, making your body twitch in odd places from the ticklish feeling it provided you. It’s like she’s really trying to get the point across that she craves you carnally. Her tongue flattens against your fold and drags a long stripe upward, your thighs trembling in her hold that felt like unrelenting shackles. Natalie’s wet, teasing touches pull a shivering, startled sound from you. And your body clearly wants more, your walls closing in on themselves.
Then again, she’s impatient, with no desire to drag out your neediness as hers trumped yours by a mile. That one firm lick did nothing to prepare you for how fiercely she dove into you, her lips fitted against yours in a passionate kiss as her tongue lapped at your entrance with a single-minded objective. Your entire body hummed, but Natalie’s grip on your legs tightened when she felt them move again. Her silent message of staying put and being good while she enjoyed you was clear. She switched to using the tip of her tongue to flick and squeeze against your opening, steadily stretching the warm muscle inside you by what felt like centimeters at a time, every tiny bump on her tongue brushing against your soft tissues.
After stuffing you as full as she could with herself, her tongue lengthened and curled, making you claw at the soil beneath you to ground yourself. Natalie’s thoroughly exploring every surface she can find in your slippery insides. All you can do during her conquest is cry out as dirt pushed under your nails.
“Natalie!” You yelp, your wanton voice carrying such blatant arousal that it almost makes you feel ashamed of the sound. You feel her lips curve at the ends against your heated folds, hearing her own name only adding fuel to her fire. She begins to put more and more effort into thrusting and rolling her tongue inside you, the motion becoming faster and rougher rather than exploratory like it was before. Every time she withdrew even slightly, it felt like the forest echoed with the wet sounds of your pussy being stirred by Natalie’s tongue in tandem with your whines and her growling into you reverberating across every treetop.
She finally withdrew, deciding to show you some unexpected mercy. Her tongue easily pops out with a squelch alongside a trail of your slick. Having none of her or having all of her were their own types of hell, but without a shadow of a doubt, you knew which world you’d rather live in.
“Natalie, please!” You sob, a hiccup you didn’t know would bubble up floating in the forest breeze. Despite the wet heat she lured out from you, you feel frozen without her touch. It’s as if you were forced to sit with this unwanted clemency for millennia. For her, it only took a few swift seconds to flip you onto your back, smoothly slide her tongue under your hood, and sweep across your aching clit. Your body jumped as if it received a wave of deathly voltage, but you learned that motion was fruitless when you’re in her grasp. Her tongue, dripping with saliva and slick, swivels around your clit torturously. That little bud is far too vulnerable for your own good, and Natalie knows well enough to target that weak spot. When she felt your muscles tense under her palms, the fervent flicking of her tongue only became faster as she grunted, a reward for you getting closer to your peak.
Natalie slips two cold fingers inside you while your eyes roll back. You immediately snap back to reality in that moment, tightening around the two digits thrusting into you. Her tongue’s able to maintain the hasty pace it’s licking your clit at while she pumps her long fingers into your cunt with a squelch. It’s undeniable that she can’t keep it up forever, but that fact didn’t matter when you were going to cum a lot faster than that.
“Mmm! God, I’m gonna… don’t stop! Please!” Your weep travels through the afternoon wind, grabbing a fistful of her brunette locks as your back arches off the ground below. With your head tilted back, you could take in the sight of the periwinkle sky above and spiky tops of conifer trees surrounding you through the lens of bleary eyes, teary from taking far too much overwhelming pleasure. This is surely not a sight you expected to experience bliss in. The pressure bubbling up between your legs said otherwise.
A definitive drawn-out moan rips out from your throat, eyes squeezing shut from the magnitude of your emotions when you came from Natalie’s skillful touches. Her tongue doesn’t quit, but it starts lapping through your folds slowly and firmly. That much was expected, her continuing on even after you finish, but it never fails to send shocks up your spine. When she reaches your opening, her digits finally relent and slip out of you, her mouth immediately covering the area and licking up the moisture with a groan.
“Can’t get enough of you.” Natalie finally speaks in a haze after her head departs from your hips, just gazing up at you… tepidly. In your state of panting through the comedown, heart racing from your culminative high, something just instinctively whispers that you want nothing more than closeness with her right now. With your boneless arms, you pull her up to make her sit on the forest floor and subsequently crawl into her lap, your mind now sated and drowsy after the hard emotions you went through today. You can get pants later. For now, you don’t want to sit directly on the dirty ground with nothing but the scraps of your underwear. And maybe you wanted to cuddle her after having sex. Sue you.
When you rest your head against her chest, Natalie rubs her now flushed hands down your back and allows your surroundings permission to fall silent. No teasing about letting her eat you out right after you were supposedly angry. She’s trying to be mindful of your feelings, even though it’s difficult for her to watch her mouth. At least she can bury it inside you to avoid saying stupid shit.