It was a little surreal, she was a stranger, as I was to her, but I no longer gave a shit if I’d only just learned Nora’s name less than a minute ago. I was going to plow her and enjoy all of her sultry charms.

  Because I’d earned it. Another thought I’d have never normally entertained.

  Her legs were amazing, and her pussy lips small and perfect on a mouthwateringly large mound. Her sex was glistening in the soft light of the lantern, and she licked her lips in invitation as she stepped forward and into my personal space.

  The kiss as I pulled her firmly against me was scorching, and heat surged through my body and I felt out of control. Wild and free as I plundered her mouth with my tongue, and she dueled with my tongue as she let out an encouragingly sexy little sigh of surrender that made my cock twitch hard against her tight stomach. Her breasts were hot and so silken soft against my chest, save her hard nipples which dragged delightedly as she rubbed up against me like a cat in heat.

  I wanted to explore her body with mouth and hands, maybe spend a whole hour worshipping those tits, and licking out her pussy and bubbled ass, which I’d discovered was quite firm and soft as silk under my hands despite its juicy size. But I knew she was ready, she wanted me to take her. Longed for me to be a selfish fuck and use her for my pleasure. To plunder her body forcefully, and to take what was rightfully mine.

  Her body was rightfully mine? Where had that come from?

  Thoughts I’d never had before, about any woman. I was a generous lover. But in that moment I was lost in a fog of lust so deep I literally couldn’t control myself, and I did have the random thought that I would be taking care of her, and being generous, since it was exactly what she wanted. That little bit of mind fuckery and rationalization ripped away the last vestiges of my control, and I spanked her ass hard before pushing her down onto the sleeping bag.

  Instead of looking up at me in shock or fear, she smiled widely and spread her legs and lifted them into the air. A wanton invitation, even as she tweaked her own nipples and let out a sigh of naughty delight to further inflame my out-of-control libido. Fucking hell, who was this woman. Who was Nora? In that moment, I didn’t care, and the sharp scent of her arousal was the straw that broke me, and it turned me into an animal.

  I pinned her legs back and slammed inside, with no thought to going slow. Her tight heated paradise gave way to my forceful entry, but she was so tight it was only virtue of her being soaked with liquid anticipation that allowed it. Fuck, she felt like a damned virgin, but I pounded my way into that warm heaven like a man possessed, my heart pounding.

  I put her legs over my shoulders for leverage, and so nothing would prevent me from getting fully buried, but also so I could maul her tits. Her wildly shaking perfect D cups, so silky soft and so firm and proud for their size, as I rolled her nipples, squeezed and pulled, and kneaded the rest of her breasts with my other three fingers. It made her pussy spasm delightfully around me, drawing a gasp from both of our mouths.

  The rest is a red haze, when I buried myself, I never stopped to let her adjust, I just pounded her relentlessly. Her body was mine to do with as I pleased, by right. The thoughts made no sense later, but at the time it made perfect sense, she was mine and for my pleasure, and her body was more pleasurable than I’d imagined. I was claiming her, and she was submitting with a breathless sultry delight.

  So tight around me, so much silken wet friction that sent slivers of pleasure tearing through my body. More than that, the look in her eyes was so intense, as she worked hard for my pleasure. Rocking her hips to meet my every thrust, and her lush body grinding and squeezing my cock to make it better for both of us, even as I ground into her hard with each and every thrust.

  I don’t know how long it lasted, but probably not long. It was too good. She was wild, gorgeous with a body made for sex, and she really knew how to use it. She blew my mind that day in the wilderness, and her cries of pleasure just drove me to abuse her tits more, and to fuck her harder and faster.

  It seemed the more I took her and lost any semblance of caring for her pleasure as I took my own, the more she got off on it.

  Then she came like a banshee, keening louder than the thunderous storm as her sex started to quiver and convulse, constricting around me wildly as she soaked my middle with her satisfaction. It felt incredible, the milking action as her pussy demanded my seed.

  But it was the begging look in her violet eyes for my pleasure, that tossed me over.

  I grunted, “Fuck!” and slammed home inside of her nubile and lushly pleasurable body.

  Her legs went around me like a vice, and her heels pushed against my ass as she started to rock her body and squeeze for me, with every pulse, making it better and pulling more cum out of me than I remembered spending anywhere else.

  I collapsed next to her, and my mind cleared with the lust expended, the haze of the after sex endorphins and my struggles to catch my breath was the only reason I didn’t freak out, I think. I’d never once had unprotected sex before either, and I’d just blown my load inside a very young, nubile, and possibly fertile body. What the hell?

  “Nora, what the hell was that?”

  She chuckled warmly, and then turned on her side and put her head on my shoulder, while her fingertips started to caress my chest.

  Her caresses calmed me, even though I knew I shouldn’t be calm, and her soft lips that teased my neck and jaw had my libido recovering quickly.

  She said softly, “Be at peace, Brendan. I mean you no harm, on the contrary I am here to ensure you don’t make a mistake. Things are not as they seem, but this, what we just shared, was very natural. You were perfect, and you definitely warmed me up.”

  “I was a selfish ass,” I argued, as I couldn’t help but wrap an arm around her and pull her closer, as my fingertips started to play on her lower back, and with her silky wavy midnight hair.

  She nibbled my earlobe, which definitely had me recovering.

  “You were a man taking what you wanted, what was willingly offered, which is very natural. All I did was… obscure civilization, and its trained behaviors. I let the animal in you out, you could say. It was what I wanted, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, never doubt that.”

  “You drugged me?”

  She giggled, “No. Unless my pheromones can be considered a drug. There’s more to it, but a girl has to have some mystery.”

  This was nuts. I should be getting dressed and running the heck away. But I couldn’t, her touch, the way my hands felt on her lush body, I didn’t want to leave. Even if I knew it made me a dumbass, I felt like I’d fallen into the twilight zone or something. The porn version of the twilight zone.

  She kissed me softly. Gods, the woman had been an amazing fuck, but she was the best kisser I’d ever had the privilege of locking lips with. It was all sensual passion, ripe lush seduction, and… I had no idea. I just knew I never wanted to stop kissing her. What the hell was she doing to me?

  She said softly, “Don’t worry about the lack of protection, Brendan. We’re both clean, and I’ve taken contraceptive measures. I know you have no reason to trust me yet, but it’s already too late anyway. I have a delicious load of your seed warming me, and we’ve already been bareback. No point in not doing it again, and again, and again…” she said so seductively, that I found myself pushing her onto her back as I rolled on her, and then I was sliding my cock back home into her snugly hot delight.

  What? She totally had a point, it’d be like locking the barn doors after the horses got out. Might as well ride…

  The day was surreal after that, as the storm broke and the sun came out we washed up in the stream. We mostly just spent time in a comfortable silence filled with more sexual tension than I’d ever felt, and we were together most of the day. Carnally. I couldn’t get enough of her, though I never fully lost myself like that first time again. I even took my time getting to know her body, and how to make her come hard, long, and intensely.

  She was so responsive to my every touch, and I learned she did like firm treatment of her breasts. When she was close to going over, she liked them mauled and even slapped to give her that last push to a powerful overwhelming ecstasy. Watching her cum was… a transcendent experience.

  As for her talents, she was simply the best I ever had. The best kisser, most talented lay I ever had, best blowjob I’d ever gotten, and taking her tits had been pretty amazing too. She enjoyed anal play with fingers or tongue, but she drew the line at putting my cock in there, which really was fine. Especially since she’d given me a rusty trombone to return the favor of my tongue, and her hand was magical.

  I’d like to think I rocked her world too. I knew I’d lost count of the number of orgasms I’d given her that day somewhere around thirty, and I was just shy of double digits, the most I’d ever cum in a twenty-four-hour period, and the sun hadn’t even gone down yet.

  She was incredible, insatiable, and constantly seductive and warm, but I had no idea who she really was or what she wanted. It was still surreal, we were acting like lovers, warm kisses and holding hands, stroking of bodies and snuggling between rounds. It was all… crazy, but there was something so alluring about her I couldn’t help myself. I was in awe of her every movement, and her hands on me was pure heaven. It was like I was under her spell or something, which was ridiculous. Magic didn’t exist, after all.

  I just couldn’t get enough of her.

  It had also occurred to me that although she’d liked me taking her like an animal the first time, perhaps there’d been more than that purpose to it. It’d been why I’d fucked a stranger, why I’d gone bareback, and why I’d emptied myself into my first pussy instead of a condom. All things I wouldn’t have normally done. But once done, I had no reason not to do it again as she said, which made me wonder if that was a part of her design. That she’d wanted me to be her lover this day, but that seemed crazy, just as impossible as this being random.

  She was just… too everything. Too beautiful, too wild, too sexy, and too good at delivering pleasure, to the point that it just didn’t seem reasonable that something like this could happen to me. No man was this lucky.

  She’d also said she was here to prevent me from making a mistake, which kind of suggested it was a setup, but since then all we’d done was pleasure each other and relax between rounds.

  Chapter Two

  “This is amazing, Nora. Thank you.”

  She’d made a stew that night over the fire as the sun went down, and for the first time since the rainstorm we were actually clothed, sort of. I only had pants on, and she only had one of my shirts on which barely reached mid-thigh, and the shirt did nothing to contain the movements of her deliciously rounded D cups which were straining the buttons.

  Nora winked, “My pleasure, I love to cook. Tell me something about yourself.”

  “Like what?”

  Nora shrugged, her violet eyes warm and attentive, “Something about your childhood. Have you ever had an imaginary friend?”

  I froze for a second, then took a bite as mind raced. It was too specific, and it wasn’t something I liked to think about. I had had an imaginary friend, and it hadn’t… ended well, for me. The last thing I wanted to do was to dredge up the past and open old wounds.

  “What is this about, Nora. Not that I haven’t had a wonderful time, I kind of don’t want it to end. You are a lovely and warm person, I really wish you were mine, for longer than… whatever this is. But you mentioned something about stopping me from making a mistake?”

  Nora bit her lip, “After all we shared today, you can’t unburden yourself to me, open up to me a little even if it hurts? I’d really like to explain, but you wouldn’t believe it, and you’d get angry and leave. It’s important, and I am here to help you. If you can’t believe that, then tell me out of chivalry for enjoying the bounty of my body all day long, and for later tonight should you wish it. You are also good company, and a good man. I’ve enjoyed this day far more than I’d anticipated, and you’re rather gifted with your endowments.”

  I sighed, guilted over sex. Is that why she’d been all over me all day? Or at least, a part of it. It kind of worked, even if it was the last thing I wanted to talk about, I felt like a heel after all we’d shared that day to refuse her question. Freaking women always wanting to talk about feelings and shit. What did my past have to do with anything, anyway?

  “Yes, I did. Rose. Rosaria actually, but I called her Rose. She’d been there as early as I could remember, so at first it was because I couldn’t pronounce her full name, then it became a kind of nickname by the time I could.”

  Nora looked highly amused by that for some reason, like my imaginary friend should’ve objected at being given a nickname.

  “What happened to her?”

  I felt guilty, which was ridiculous, so I pushed it away.

  “I held onto the idea of her too long, she always said she was there to watch over me. The norm for imaginary friends is between three and eight. I’d always believed she was real though, even if I was the only one to ever see her. I wasn’t making it up. She was magical, literally. She had straight shimmering golden blonde hair to the small of her back, it looked like liquid gold, and blue eyes the color of the deep ocean. She grew up with me, but I always got the impression she was already old, she didn’t act like a child, more like an adult playing with a child. She just appeared young, and she could do things, or at least I imagined she could. Little magic tricks with water, and she told me I’d be able to do the same when I was older.

  “Anyway, I’d lied when my foster parents started to question it around nine and ten, that she didn’t exist and I’d grown out of it. I was eleven when they caught me talking to her, and they took me to see psychiatrists, who put me in an institution over it. Since I fought them. I fought hard, I didn’t want to let go. Told them they didn’t know what they were talking about, and Rose wasn’t imaginary, she was magic.”

  I shrugged, “Stupid right? Anyway, I eventually felt like I was really losing my mind. I… sent her away.”

  Sent her away? What a cowardly description of what I’d done. I still felt guilty, even though I knew she wasn’t real.

  She frowned, “Sent her away?”

  I took another spoonful of the stew to clear the lump in my throat, and a drink of water to give me a moment. It was still painful to think about, that’s why I never did. Who was Nora, and why was she doing this to me?

  The sun sunk below the horizon, the crackling fire throwing sparks into the air, as the clear night sky started to show the stars. It was a beautiful night. I suppressed the desire to take Nora under the stars, she’d never said no to me, but I knew she wouldn’t submit now. Not until I’d told her the truth. It was stupid.

  “Yes. Sent her away. I yelled at her, told her everything was her fault, and that she didn’t exist. That I hated her and wished she’d never come. I was eleven, scared, and missed my home, school, and I was damned tired of arguing with the doctors. She… cried, told me she loved me and not to send her away. That more than me and her were at stake, and crazy shit. That my family had a duty to the past and future. It was… rough, and she went eventually, but to put it mildly I was… quite unkind. Why does this matter? I was a crazy kid.”

  Nora said, “You regret it even now, I can see that. Have you ever considered calling her back?”

  I snorted, then grimaced, “Yes, but she was a delusion of my mind. A… psychological crutch, because my parents died when I was three, just days before she showed up. She said… She said she was a special friend of the family, and that she’d always be with me.”

  Nora clucked her tongue, “You don’t believe that, not really.”

  I shook my head, “Still crazy, that doesn’t mean giving into the delusion is a good idea. I never have. I had nightmares for a while too, for a few years after. That I’d done something… unforgivable. What is this, Nora. Tell me.”

  Nora said, “It’s not too late. She won’t choose another, or forsake you, until tonight at midnight.”

  “Too late for what?”

  Nora waved, “To learn the truth, to gain your birthright, and to take on the duties of your family. If you call her, I will stay with you for as long as you need me, as your lover and to help explain things. I’ve quite enjoyed our day together, and I will be yours, for as long as you desire my company and touch, and the pleasures of my body.”

  That was blunt enough. It was also crazy. I also noticed her words weren’t stirring my lust, though I was still quite attracted to her and her voice was quite naturally seductive, it was only alluring, not… overwhelming.

  “I get it now, you want to be a crazy team-up.”

  She laughed lightly.

  “Brendan, I can’t influence this decision, but I can tell you it’s important. Your choice will affect me, and more… beings than you can possibly imagine.”

  I shook my head, “So you’re not clouding my mind at all, is what you’re saying?”

  She touched her nose, “Yes, I’ve been having fun seducing you all day, you’re a wonderful lover, and truly a good man. I know you don’t believe me, but it’s true. Anyway, this decision must be yours completely, of your free will. Call her, and I… we will explain everything, though I don’t know if Rosaria will be happy to see me here or not.”

  “Are you saying you know Rosaria, my delusionary friend?”

  She snickered, “I never met her, I just know of her. We aren’t allies or natural enemies, but let’s just say we haven’t always seen eye to eye on everything. I’m just glad I found you, before it was too late. You know you want to, so do it. Call her, and I promise you won’t regret it. At least, not once you get over the shock of it all.”