Eating
842 Words
Jacob's POV
I was heading to the area where people park their cars outside of the woods. I needed to s***h this woman, Dawn's tires. I had to make it look like she has some sort of car issue and no phone service to call for help. However, I never made it to that area as I heard something moving nearby. It was a mama bear, certainly looking for her cub. I follow behind, and that's when I saw her. Regina. The bear was quicker than I was and got a good bite on her leg and clawed at her face. One by one, I shot my arrows until it fell to the ground.
I lifted the beautiful woman carefully, and she fell unconscious as I carried her back to my cabin. Even while sleeping she looks beautiful. I want to crawl in bed next to her, but I have to take care of her wounds first. Living out here for so long, I taught myself how to treat injuries. I am never low on supplies as I take anything and everything from the prey that I catch.
Once finished, I let her sleep and take care of the body draining in my basement. I want to dispose of it before Regina wakes up. As I approach, I can tell that she's not fully drained, but I don't have time to wait for that. I grab my saw and begin dismembering every part... even the ones I normally keep get tossed into a garbage bag. My freezer is full, so I have no place to store the body pieces. Leaving it out is not an option because it was begin to rot and smell disgusting.
Before hauling the garbage bag up the stairs and outside, I check on Regina. To my surprise, she's almost awake. s**t. Luckily for me, she will think the blood on my clothes belong to the bear that I killed.
I sit on her bed and examine her more closely. Why do I feel like this? I don't have the urge to kill her. I always want to kill. She actually talks to me and doesn't view me as a monster. She begins to apologize and I am not sure why. She has done nothing wrong, except approach a cub. It's basic knowledge that if a cub is near by, then so is the mother.
I get my answer when she brings up the incident in the water. I forgot about that, but it doesn't matter. I was just caught off guard. I capture her lips and she is clearly surprised, as am I. I am careful not to touch anywhere that is inured and feel myself getting hard just from the touch of her skin.
"Tell me to stop." She whispers as she pulls away from the kiss for oxygen. I refuse to utter those words, because I want this just as much as she does. I could easily cause her pain by grabbing her roughly on any of her injuries, but I don't. I find myself wanting to lick her on her face where a huge scratch mark had been left.
I lean down and do just that, not thinking about how she would react. I feel her stiffen a bit at my action, and then softly moans. This encourages me to take it further. I begin licking down to her neck, chest, and everywhere until I'm between her legs. I had undressed her earlier to tend to the wounds, leaving her in only a bra and panties. I begin to feel... I don't know? Nervous? I've never done this before, but her scent and everything about this woman is driving me crazy.
I pull her panties to the side and gently swipe my tongue along her wet p***y. f**k. This is the best thing I have ever tasted. I begin to quicken my pace, which I guess feels good for Regina. Her moans are getting louder and her hands are suddenly pulling my hair. I come to a halt and look up at her. "Are you okay? Am I hurting you?" I question her. "What? No, you feel so f*****g good. Please, don't stop!"
I don't hesitate and dive back in between her legs. I guess pulling hair is a s*x thing? Hell if I know. "YES! JAKE!!!" She yells out as I feel her c*m on my face.
Now what am I suppose to do? I feel slightly uncomfortable. I've never been in a situation like this. So, I get up and begin to walk out the door and into my bathroom. "Wait, where are you going?" I hear her angelic voice ask. I turn around and walk back to the bed. "I was going to clean up in my bathroom. Do you need something?" She looks at me dumbfounded by what I just said.
"Can you stay with me for a little?" She pats the spot on the bed next to her. I smile at this woman and crawl in next to her.
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