VANESSA was running an errand for her father. He said he discovered a part where sweet potatoes grow while he was hunting, and no one seemed to own them. After a simple instruction, she found it. It was not far from the place where she gathered firewood.
“Oh,” she uttered in surprise when she discovered a creek below the small field.
She trailed down through the grass and mud. The water looked fresh and cool. She could not help a smile. Maybe a bath won’t hurt. The sweet potatoes could wait.
“Oh.” She saw a small fountain on the side of the creek. There was a small hole where the water came from and a customized bamboo tube as the passage extension. Vanessa could sit and bathe as much as she wanted!
She looked around her. The place seemed quiet. It looked like not many people frequented it.
Vanessa took a deep breath as she stretched with a smile.
She took her clothes off and placed them on a dry rock. Then she paused and stared at the necklace hanging around her neck. It was beautiful, though she was not ignorant to jewelry. She used to own one, but she had to sell them in exchange for a simple life. She had no regrets so far.
But sooner or later, her family would see it. She knew Vivian was a very curious woman. It’s not that she thought about Vivian’s feelings. What if she asked about the real score between them and Ernest? What was she supposed to say?
Ernest gave it to me because we had sex more than once already.
She drew a breath and rolled her eyes.
“I should stop thinking about other people’s opinions about me, shouldn’t I?”
VANESSA was giggling and happy about her little discovery. She took her time bathing, delighting at the cold touch of water on her skin. She realized she had found a new hideout.
When she got tired, she cut huge banana leaves and placed them on the dry part beside the spring. She squeezed her hair and rolled to the leaves to dry herself. Vanessa put an arm under her head and closed her eyes.
Not long after she had closed her eyes, there was a loud thud beside her as if someone had jumped from a high spot. She sat up in shock and fear. Vanessa trembled as she found the beast looming over her. She knew he would keep coming for her.
He grinned, and Vanessa whimpered.
EXCEPT for the trembling, Vanessa could not move. The beast pinned her hands above her head. She wanted to kick him, but it was no use.
“Let’s see what we have here.” His free hand slipped between her thighs, cupping her readiness.
Vanessa moaned but not in protest. She hated her own body. It was a traitor.
“You want me to do this to you, don’t you?”
She shook her head. She was not ready to give him the satisfaction yet.
“We should ask your body.”
“A-ah…”
Vanessa parted her thighs and arched her back as he stroked her entrance.
“You’re wet, mortal woman. I take it as a welcome.”
Vanessa screamed a different sound instead of a ‘no’ as the beast inserted a long finger inside her. She parted her thighs and curled her toes as he stroked her sensitive walls.
She forgot about fighting as she writhed in harmony with his assault. Vanessa realized that she was under the beast’s mercy, but it turned her on even more. She did not know she had this fetish until the beast came along.
The beast dipped his head without interrupting his movement and licked the tip of her breast. Vanessa jerked in surprise. The pleasure was becoming hard to bear each time.
He claimed her breast in his mouth. Vanessa felt his sharp teeth around her nipples. But instead of hurting her, it created a tickling sensation that crawled up to her center.
Vanessa clenched her fists as she moaned and cried to orgasm.
MIGUEL stopped walking. There was something to the sound he was hearing. It was not the familiar sound of the flowing water from the creek nor the sound of leaves dancing against the wind.
It was daytime, but he felt safe walking around the forest. It was far from houses. Only a few people frequent that part of Villa Verde. He could easily hide if someone was approaching.
The sound was like a magnet, pulling him to find its source. As he came closer, the sound became clearer. It was a human voice, a woman, to be exact, and something was happening to her.
It was coming from the creek.
Miguel climbed into a tall and thick tree to have a clearer view of the creek and to hide himself well. It did not take him long to see what caught his attention. His eyes widened.
Indeed, there was a woman, but in her naked glory! She was writhing and moaning as if she was in pain, except she was not. Miguel swallowed hard as he followed the movement of her hand between her thighs—stroking and pleasuring herself. Her other hand was playing with her breast.
Miguel knew it was wrong, but he could not help himself. He could not turn his eyes away. The woman had a beautiful face, and she reminded him of someone from his past.
A moment later, he saw the woman convulsing in orgasm. Her hands fell to her side as she panted, her beautiful breasts rising and falling.
Miguel let out a feral groan as he realized what was happening to him. It had been a long time since his cock throbbed like that. And it had also been a long time since he saw a woman this close.
Miguel wanted the woman for himself. But that would be stupid. The last thing he wanted was another trouble. He was not done fixing the first one yet.
But come to think of it… he had never wanted another woman after ‘her.’ He must be out of his mind. He only saw the woman pleasuring herself, and now he already wanted her.
“YOU WERE working hard today, Vanessa. You should go to bed now,” Virgil said.
Vanessa made him coffee just before the pub opened.
“Are you sure you don’t need my help anymore, Father?”
“I’m sure. Vivian’s there, anyway.”
She nodded with a smile.
“I’m also an asset to this pub, you know,” Vivian said behind Vanessa. She joined them on the bar, and the first thing she noticed was the necklace around Vanessa’s neck.
She could not help raising an eyebrow.
“Where did you get that?”
Vanessa held the pendant.
“I gave that to her,” Ernest interrupted from out of nowhere.
Vanessa jumped and turned in his direction.
“E-Ernest.”
“What?” Vivian uttered in shock. “I don’t understand.”
“Vanessa and I are dating. Sir,” Ernest bowed to Virgil’s direction, “I hope you give us our blessing.”
“Well,” Virgil cleared his throat, “if my daughter is happy with you, I have no choice but to give you my blessing.”
Vanessa did not know what to do. She had never introduced a guy to his father before. It was making her uncomfortable. And she did not know this was Ernest’s plan.
Vivian looked shocked and disappointed.
“Thank you, Sir. You have no idea how lucky I am to be with Vanessa.” He wrapped an arm around her waist. Vanessa flinched. “I’ll be away for a week. It’s business, and it could not be helped. Please wait for me.”
Vanessa felt her cheeks warmed up as she met his gaze.
“I-I’ll be just here.”
Ernest smiled.
“Sir, do you mind if Vanessa and I talk privately?”
“Go ahead.” Virgil waved his hand in dismissal.
Vanessa smiled curtly at her father before Ernest led her by the hand.
“IS EVERYTHING all right, Vanessa?” Ernest asked when they were already outside the pub.
“W-what do you mean?”
“I just thought that you’re mad at me for telling your father about us.”
She shook her head. “It’s not like that, Ernest. It’s just that I have never introduced a man to Father before.” Vanessa bit her lip. “And you know that Vivian likes you, right?”
“Does she? I thought Vivian likes everyone.” Ernest chuckled. “I’m just joking.” He stroked her cheek. “I’m going to miss you, Vanessa.” He dipped his head and claimed her mouth for a lingering kiss.
Vanessa held the lapel of his shirt as she kissed him back.
“I must go now,” he whispered.
She swallowed and nodded.
“Take care of yourself, Ernest.”
She walked Ernest to his carriage and watched him leave.
“At least, you know how to use that beauty of yours.”
Vivian was already standing at the pub’s entrance.
“I have no such intentions,” Vanessa said firmly.
“Whatever, sister. What can I say?” Vivian pursed her lips. “I’m happy for you.”
VANESSA heaved a sigh as she sat on her bed. She was confused. She should be happy and relieved that they did not need to hide whatever she and Ernest have. But she was not sure about her feelings.
Yes, she had been attracted to him ever since they moved to Villa Verde. She gave him her body, and she did not regret it. But Vanessa was looking for something else. It was something that no ordinary man could give.
She had been haunted by the thoughts of the beast claiming her. She was an unfaithful sexual partner to Ernest. She longed for something else other than him. She longed for something that was next to impossible.
SHE CAME back. Miguel was not disappointed. It was the first time in months that he felt excited like a child. It was like looking forward to meeting a playmate, except she was playing with herself.
She removed her clothes until she was naked once again and dipped into the water. She settled into the other side of the creek and leaned on the rocks, her breasts and legs visible to sight.
The woman began to wash herself, occasionally closing her eyes as if she enjoyed every moment of it. Miguel swallowed hard as his cock throbbed in arousal once again. He was in a tough situation right now, but he had always been, and this time, he chose it.
A few moments later, she was doing it. He saw her breathing quickened as her hand slipped between her thighs.
WHEN VANESSA was done bathing, she got up and walked to the other side of the creek. She climbed to a low branch that was strong enough to carry her weight. Her legs were still wobbly after her little climax back at the water.
She lay on the branch with one knee up and a hand under her head. She was wondering what Ernest had been doing now. Did he really miss her? Or was he in another woman’s arms because she was not around?
Sometimes, she wondered if it was right to give in to her desire for him. He was mysterious. Most of the people from Villa Verde respect him; others feared him.
Did he always give the women he slept with necklaces? Will he dump her if he found another woman who was more beautiful and sophisticated than her?
Vanessa had so many questions left in mind, but she was interrupted with a rough hand slipping into her thighs, stroking her.
She jerked as her eyes flew open.
The beast! He was here again!
Vanessa grabbed the part of the branch above her head to support her weight. She arched her back as she panted.
The beast’s presence had become a companion to her rather than a predator waiting for the perfect time to be alone with her to devour her. If the beast would always do her like this, she would not have the chance to miss Ernest. Well, maybe a little.
Vanessa found herself parting her thighs for him.