100 Theme Challenge #62 (18+)

62. Under Water (18+)

Naughty small bits at the end, nothing major, but you've been warned

Sweat poured down Helmer's back, splattered his black hair against his forehead and neck. He kept working his axe against the wood, chopping it down. He took a step back when it began to stagger and used his foot to finish it off. He rolled his shoulders in satisfaction. The tree fell with an uproar, and yet he didn't even budge. Instead he took the hook attached to a cord and hammered it into an end of the log with the back of his axe. He began to drag it with the strength of his arms alone. He had to lift it sometimes to bypass rocks; he made his way back to his small home which wasn't that far away. He let the log go with a thud and puffed hard.

Helmer removed his tunic and let it on the bench outside before taking back his axe. Chopping firewood for the cold nights seemed to be all he was doing these days. Winter was coming, and he'd need as much as possible. He continued until the sun was low on the horizon and his stomach was growling loudly. He finished stacking the wood and returned inside to eat. He was fifthly from head to toe after such a day, and a bath was in dire need. Helmer knew the pond near his house would be still warm enough if he hurried before dark.

It was eerie around the small water area, with flies flying around and the sounds of the forest to accompany him. He quickly unfastened his breeches and washed them with the soap bar he'd brought. He draped it on a rock to let it dry before sliding in the water, naked. The water soothed his muscles, cooled his sun-kissed skin. He dipped his head in to wet his hair, but didn't stay under water for long. The depths of the pond were mysterious and pitch black; he didn't like to swim in the middle where it seemed to be the deepest. He stayed at the edge, where he could easily escape if anything was to happen, where he could stand with the water only up to his waist. He began to latter himself with the soap, humming quietly under his breath. Once with soap everywhere, he dipped in again to rinse himself. He was returning back to the surface when he heard a splash close by, but it wasn't him. There was something else in the water.

Before Helmer could swim back to the barge, he felt a grip on his leg, and the contact spread an odd warmth throughout his whole body. The hand, for it was one, moved up his hip, his side and stopped on his pectoral. His breath caught in his throat.

"Aren't you a handsome one?" A deep voice whispered in his ear. "With bulky muscles and a beautiful face. One would wonder what you are doing alone in the woods."

Helmer couldn't move, he was paralyzed by the creature that kept touching him. "You are on your own, you lost everything back in that village where everyone excluded you because of your father. You poor thing…"

He was turned around, but closed his eyes. He didn't want to see the thing that was trying to lure him. He could already feel his body respond.

"Let me comfort you, big man. I'll make you forget your pain, your losses, and the rejection. Let me make you feel good." Its hands took his and maneuvered them on its own body, around what seemed to be its waist. Helmer frowned, gasped when he felt how silky that skin felt. He couldn't help but look, and how beautiful the creature before him was. He trailed calloused digits on its back, marveled in the depths of its eyes.

"Could you do that?" He asked, and received a kiss on the corner of his lips.

"And much more. You worked so hard, I just want to pleasure you." Its hand slid down his stomach, grasped his growing erection. His hips jerked up in surprise, his mouth opening as a shiver traveled his spine. It'd been so long. He saw the smile on the other's face, the lust and desire, and he latched on those lips, kissing them with a burning passion he didn't think he owned anymore. He groaned and grew even hotter when it began to move its hand, drawing him closer. It was its turn to moan in surprise when he grabbed its buttock.

"Don't you have somewhere to bring me to?"

That made it recoil a step. "You'd follow me with your consent?"

"As you said, I am alone, and I waited for this to happen long enough. What more is there for me here?"

It smirked. "Come here then, my pet."

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