I See What You Don't

Just The Four Of Us

The tree was nearly colossal in size, and as wide as a small building. The umbrella above bellowed outwards to cover a large area in secrecy. Vermilion leaves with fading orange specks tousled above to create a soft clash of whimsical music. Cassandra's bow clanked against the trunk post swarm, alerting you more to its presence.

"How did you grab all of that during a fall?" You reached out to touch the smooth curved wood.

Cassandra looked down at her weapon of choice. "Flies," she replied simply with a shrug.

She slung the hunting pack over her shoulders. The bright moon allowed you to see most of her form, being cloaked in black made the two of you nearly naked to even the most well trained of trackers. If her eyes weren't so bright, and her skin so pale, you would have lost her in the darkness of nature's shade. Cassandra stood up and dusted out her dress before offering you a hand to join her height. You happily accept, allowing the dark haired teacher to pull you up to eye level.

Soft gusts of wind swirl through your hair and into the path of the huntress. Cassandra closed her eyes to embrace the lively feeling of being outdoors, only to be met with surprise over a different kind of smell that was not of an animal's doing. After hearing a deep inhale, you could feel hands on either side of your hips before your body was slammed into the harshness of thick bark. Finger nails threatened to claw and dig their way into your flesh as if they were afraid you would slip away from them during the hunt. Leaves fell from the grace of their branchy homes and danced in circles before hitting the grassy floors. Twigs ached and cracked to descend furiously to catch their fallen friends. A familiar feeling it was now, the way Cassandra pressed her body weight into you during these moments of hunger. How she would softly crush you from the front. Her pelvis held yours in place as there was nowhere to run, nor hide.

You were locked up against a tree with a panther as black as night and no eyes to be seen.

Cassandra presses her face to the side of your right ear, exhaling shakily against your pulse point to let out the air that consumed her. Her warm, sensual tongue slides up the side of your neck to the bottom of your ear where she gently grips it in her teeth and gives it a tug.

"You smell so... different ... than everyone else," She growls lowly. " Enticing," she begins, tracing the outside curve of your ear with her mouth in soft whispers. " Erotic," her fingers dig deeper into your hips, pulling you impossibly closer into her front. " Engulfing, " her lips kiss from your ear down to your collarbone as she brings her left hand up to pull the shoulder of your dress sleeve down. She smells deeply at the crook of your neck where you know your scent is even stronger than anywhere else, as you had smelled this same spot on Cassandra just hours before.

"I can't control myself around you," she comments in mumbles on your skin. "I can't focus." Her left hand tugs desperately at the top of your sleeve as if she was trying to rip off your dress from the top down, threatening to shred it completely without care.

You could only giggle over her last statement with closed eyes and a breathy tone. Your left leg hitches up to wrap behind the entirety of Cassandra's, keeping her close to you. You snake your hands around her, sliding them to her rear and pushing her towards your opening. Daring her to slip a finger or two under your dress to ease the ache.

You lower your head to the side she's pressed on and nearly moan out your words.

"How are you going to train me then if you can't focus?" You slide your right hand upwards to pull down her hood, and grip tightly into darkened waves.

A pleasurable groan greeted your sharp touch.

"Daniela..." Cassandra trembles against you, pressing her lips to the same spot she has bitten twice already. "You know what that does to me," she drips with a warning tone.