Smoke On The Water | 18+

Chapter 13 *

Word Count: 1,306

Mangas tries to toss me to the ground, but I instead latch onto him and hook my ankles behind his knees- applying sudden pressure and dropping him to the ground.

My arms lace around his neck in a constricting hold, and tighten with every passing second- his rich brown skin turning bright red on his face.

I smile in triumph as his fingers gently tap my flexed forearms. But my celebration is short lived as he catches me off guard, yanking my ankle out from under me and forcing me to land on my back with a loud thud. The air immediately leaves my lungs in a painful whoosh.

I've been training for almost a month with just Mangas, and things are seemingly back to normal between us. We speak few words to one another, but communicate civilly when necessary.

Neither one of us have brought up our earlier conversations back in the village, and he hasn't brought up me trying to seduce his second in command.

Maybe he wasn't informed.

Either way, I don't plan to bring it up, personally.

But he's been quite rough today, leading me to believe he's got something plaguing his mind.

While I'm flat on my back, trying to gain my composure enough to breathe, Mangas gets on top of me with his hips above my own, and his hands gripping my small wrists tightly.

I can finally take in small breaths, but his weight on me- and his proximity- don't seem to be helping.

"You tapped." I croak, feeling his betrayal. His small smile is a crooked one, showing the devious thoughts swirling through his mind. This is the first smile he's intentionally shown me in a while, the others normally intended to be hidden when I curse after I fall or end up getting hit.

"Never let your guard down. Be ready, always." He tells me seriously, despite his soft eyes.

"You win. Is it time for dinner, yet?" I ask impatiently, wiggling under him. He doesn't budge even a centimeter.

"You need to bathe." He tells me half-heartedly, his crooked smile still present on his handsome face. I roll my eyes at him and wiggle again.

After what seems like some internal debate, he allows me to get up. I brush myself off, and start walking the short distance towards the creek. I can hear Mangas behind me, but faintly.

Despite his size, he makes very little sound when he moves through the forest. While he sounds like a mouse, I sound like a bison.

Imagine that.

He follows me the whole way, to my surprise. Even when I strip myself bare and move into the water, he's still there- watching me.

"Care to join me?" I ask him from over my shoulder. He doesn't respond, but I can see the outline of his raging hard cock through his trousers. I gulp as I plot my next move.

If I seduce him, then what?

But also, if I don't seduce him, then what?

The way I see it, I'm between a rock and a hard place. Almost literally.

The way my body vibrates in anticipation at the thought of him taking me out here tells me more than I'd like to acknowledge. My hands are itching to touch him.

I turn around in the water while rubbing away all the sweat and dirt I've acquired over the last few days- my buoyant breasts sitting atop the flowing water. I pinch my nipples softly, teasing his yearning eyes.

His own shaking fists at his sides are telling, as well. Seems I'm not the only one having an internal war, right now.

He wastes no more time and chooses to strip himself quickly. He wades into the water quickly, his big body slowing the current like it's nothing.

He grips my chin in his hand and kisses me harshly, his other hand roaming over my chest to find my hardened nipple. My hand slides down his front to grip his pulsing cock, before sliding my hand up and down- pleasuring him.

"You overwhelm me." He tells me with a heavy sigh. I giggle, and my grip tightens around him as I move a bit faster. He grunts in satisfaction and cranes his neck to watch what I do to him.

"You love it." I whisper, only for his ears. Not for the birds, bees, or even the wind to hear.

He says nothing, but his hand finds my core quickly. Though the water isn't necessarily the best lubrication, he seems to be in a hurry. And I won't complain- I've been yearning for this, honestly.

Both of his hands lift me by the hips, and he wastes no time filling me to the hilt. He maneuvers me as if I'm a feather, pushing and pulling my body to take as much pleasure as he can without hurting me.

The sounds I make are ungodly as he hits a magical spot deep within me. He seems to like the noises coming from my lips, because his eyes grow more hooded with every passing second. His thrusts are long and deep, but slower than our last tryst.

He seems to be taking his time, despite him hurrying over to me.

I look up at him once more, tears of pleasure beading up around the corners of my eyes.

Not many words have been exchanged between us, but I like it that way. Words normally mean nothing, anyway. It's the actions that matter.

A ball of sparks starts to form deep in my belly, and I cry out as his thrusts become more aggressive.

"I love you!" I cry out as I come undone. I can't tell if what I said is genuine, but with the fluttering of my heart, it feels right to say. This only seems to spur Mangas on as his thrusts become so deep I can't help but scream incoherently, overwhelmed with ecstasy.

He bottoms out, and I come undone once again. I can feel him throbbing inside me, spilling his hot seed into my womb. I look into his eyes as he pumps into me a few more times.

He stays inside even though his member has softened a bit, and just holds me against him for a long while- neither one of us speaking. We choose to watch the life around us.

The trees sway gently in the soft breeze, and the birds begin to sing their evening lullaby as we watch the sun lower over the mountains- casting a beautiful orange light over our environment.

"I love you, Evelyn. One day, you will believe me." He tells me quietly, eyes transfixed on the snow-capped mountain ridges in the distance.

I give him a gentle squeeze, but otherwise say nothing. He lifts me off of him gently, and sets me on my feet in the water.

"You finish washing, and I'll start dinner." He tells me, placing a kiss on my temple. I nod my head silently, and with this- he heads back to our camp stark naked.

It's not like anyone would see him anyways. We're in a secluded spot, outside of our very secluded village.

Nothing to fear.

I continue washing away the dirt from the past few days, dipping my head underwater to clean my hair. When I reemerge, I can hear crunching footsteps. Mangas probably doesn't want to surprise me, and is allowing me to hear his approach.

I don't turn around, but I can't help the smile on my face.

"Have you no decency, watching a woman bathe?" I call to him over my shoulder. My smile drops immediately when- to my surprise- it is not Mangas that responds to me.

"I never claimed to be decent." The voice tells me with a deep southern drawl.