The Huntsman

Chapter 11 - Something Desired

It was late fall outside. The leaves had mostly fallen and the chill winds of an early winter had already begun to blow. That was all right. We had enough wood stored away for two winters and food on top of that for years to come.

God had been very gracious to us. Hunting had gone well, a garden patch had fared even better and foraging had never been more successful.

In addition to all that Wyatt had found some more canned food in an abandoned house about a day's journey away. Best of all though the hunters were gone.

No more drones flew overhead and no search and kill parties combed through the forest and abandoned fields. Whether they thought everyone was dead or they had met with hard times themselves, we didn't know or much care about, although that said my hope was for the latter.

The big thing though was that they were gone and that was what mattered most, because it meant my mate always returning home to me had never been more likely to happen than it was now. Life in general was beyond good.

God had given us a beautiful baby girl. Delivery had gone amazingly without any complications and more and more we increased in awareness of the assurance that we could survive just about anything, and what we couldn't, well God was enough so we relied on Him and He'd never let us down.

Sometimes it was a struggle, but He was always there with us in the midst of it and He always brought us through to the other side without fail each and every time. Little by little Wyatt and I were learning to trust Him and His plan for us more and more by the day.

The baby made a noise and I lifted my head from off the sheets. She was stirring in her sleep fitfully.

It would seem Wyatt's actions were proving a bit too boisterous as he shook the bed with the in and out plundering of my sheath from behind. I didn't mind the roughness of his taking. I loved it when he took me in this way.

Apparently he too noticed Sarah's fitfulness and his surging passage into me stilled to a gentler in and out glide. I propped myself up on my elbows and glanced behind me and smiled as I took in the sight of him powerfully positioned behind me with his gaze rooted on my bottom that I held arched upward for the taking against his groin.

He moved the oily finger, he had buried in my ass then and I blinked from the unexpected pleasure of it. Oh, I knew what he wanted.

During late pregnancy he had begun to play with the opening of my ass. I hadn't said anything about it or told him to stop.

His playing had become more advanced to include the insertion of a finger and then sometimes two. From the beginning, it was clear where things had been headed and as I would never deny him anything I had patiently waited for the day he would slide his cock up my ass.

I couldn't say it was something I specifically wanted to have happen, but he wanted it, and it pleased me to please him and so I willingly took the insertion of his fingers and sometimes even his tongue and said nothing to oppose his enjoyment of this last virgin part of me.

Two things had become clear, though over the past several months. For one, I had come to love the feeling of his fingers inside my ass, because it made him feel even bigger within me and my orgasms were even more intense than before. The other thing was that he intended to go no further until I told him it was okay to do so, which made me feel very special and deeply cared for.

I'd been waiting for the right day. Today felt better than okay.

He stayed buried to the hilt within my sheath as his oily finger withdrew and pressed in again and again. I groaned deeply at the sensations he was evoking and held steady to his plundering touch of my bottom.