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With that, Michaela shot up bolt right, and tossed the bowl of stew to the ground. “I can’t believe you!” she snapped. She had the beginnings of tears in her eyes, and when she stormed off, Raya grimaced.
“I might have taken that one a little too far,” she muttered, but Michaela was long-gone by then.
Joel sighed as he stood, glancing at Raya. “I’d better go get her,” he said. “Don’t want her getting attacked by a coyote.”
He waited for Raya’s nod of approval before heading after Michaela. He found her just past the line of the trees, leaning against a strong tree and hiding her face in her gloved hands. Her shoulders were shaking, and Joel felt a cruel streak in him that wanted to see the girl when she was crying.
“Michaela?” he called out, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t cry,” he whispered. “Raya was just being mean, I’m certain.”
Michaela looked up at him with reddened eyes, daring to peek over her fingers. “She wasn’t just being mean,” she mumbled. Her hands were hiding her voice, and Joel gently pried them away from her face. “It’s all true.” She looked away, the tears in her eyes glinting in the strong moonlight. “She’s right, if you’re looking for a virgin, that’s not me. I haven’t been one for a long time.” She let out a little laugh, though it was harsh. “I was just trying to keep it a secret.”
“Why would you do that?” Joel asked. He dropped his voice, and as soon as Michaela looked at him, he stole her lips in a heated kiss. The girl gasped, and he took his opportunity to slip his tongue into her mouth. At first, it was a dance he performed by himself, but then Michaela took the hint. She pressed her tongue against Joel’s, and he took it as permission to go further. Joel took Michaela’s chest in his hands, squeezing and massaging the soft mounds in his hands.
Michaela tilted her head back, her cheeks dusted a dark red, and her breath already coming choppier than it had before. She had to restrain herself, just the feeling of Joel touching her had her wanting to moan and bend to his every touch. Her eyes were just barely opened as she watched Joel with a raised eyebrow.
“I don’t need a virgin,” he said. He leaned forward, trailing hot breath over the milky expanse of Michaela’s neck. He grazed his teeth across her skin, and Michaela squirmed under his ministrations.
She felt like she was going to explode, she couldn’t remember the last time she had been touched by somebody that she actually liked. “All men want a virgin,” Michaela scoffed. “They like the feeling of being a girl’s first.”
“I prefer the feeling of a girl who knows what she’s doing,” Joel muttered. “I can imagine you, bouncing on my cock so pretty, losing yourself in our pleasure.”
One of his hands dropped, pressing between Michaela’s legs. Even through all of the layers she was wearing, she could feel Joel’s strong fingers. The heat in her body began to grow, turning into molten metal in her veins. She opened her eyes a little more at Joel, and seeing the predatory expression on his face sent her into another bout of sharp breaths and high-pitched moans.
“I like a girl who knows how to act when I touch her,” he whispered. He had his head resting next to Michaela’s, trailing his tongue and his teeth along the shell of her ear. She screwed her eyes shut, trying to keep her sounds hushed. Raya was not far away, and could most certainly already hear them.
Michaela turned her head away, and it gave Joel the best opportunity, latching his teeth onto her neck and biting fiercely, as though he were trying to draw blood to the surface of her porcelain skin. All the while, he massaged her through her skirts, pressing down hard so the girl could feel him. He was hardening and thickening himself, and pressed his clothed cock against her thigh.
“Do you feel that?” Joel asked, pulling away from her neck. He rutted his hips against her, a sickening grin on his face. “It’s all for you, Michaela, so let me hear more of you.”
Michaela had turned to a mess, the pleasure nearly too much for her to handle. She wouldn’t be able to finish through her clothes, she could already tell that it wasn’t enough. She rolled her hips against Joel’s hand, trying desperately to increase the pressure between them.
* * * * *
Raya, sitting back at the campfire, listened to her sister as her moans increased in volume, and eventually turned into screams. It sickened her to listen to it, and she felt a knot of jealousy form in her gut. She wanted Joel to treat her that way, to ravage her and leave her a keening mess. She glanced down at her feet, and spotted a little grass snake on its way away from the fire. She felt a sickening pleasure in herself, and bent down to scoop up the little creature.
It wiggled and tried to worm out of her grasp, but Raya knew it would be happier in its new home, anyways. She walked over to the coach, and slipped the reptile inside of it, a beautiful present awaiting her sister.
She had shut the door to the couch just as she noticed Joel and Michaela return, Joel with a strained tenting in his pants.
“I trust you two enjoyed yourselves,” Raya said.
Michaela brushed past Raya, and stepped into the coach.
Not a moment later, and a scream ripped through the air.
Chapter Five
Raya woke the next morning with the sun, far before Michaela. Her sister, despite having a fit about the snake that she had found in the coach, had decided to sleep there. She acted as though there was something else, though, traipsing around and fidgeting all night long. Raya could hear her in there, rocking the thing about from side to side.
If Joel hadn’t been sleeping across the fire from her all night, Raya might have thought that the two of them were up to no good well into the night. Rather, she assumed that they had had enough of each other after the mishap in the woods.
When she woke up, Joel had already woken up. He was drinking a cup of coffee that was too strong, but also far too watery for his taste.
“Good morning,” he said. He had a tired smile on his face, and the deep bags under his eyes only seemed more prominent than ever. “Did you sleep well?” he asked.
“I did,” Raya agreed. She stretched her arms over her head, and then rubbed at her eyes. She let out a wide yawn, not even bothering to cover her mouth in front of a gentleman. Had Michaela been awake, she might have been horrified at Raya’s rude display.
“Do you want some coffee?” Joel offered with a tilt of his head.
