“I’m Sorry. I want to stay here.”

Kilm was noticeably disappointed by Thea’s decision, but she understood and promised to see her soon before Autumn’s end. But by the end of the day Thea was still mulling the decision over in her head. As she sat out on her little veranda, a cup of warm tea in hand, a blanket around her shoulders and the moons rising in the sky, Thea could not help feeling like she may have made a bad call on that. Perhaps when Kilm returned she would be open to Thea reconsidering it. She sipped her tea as she watched two of the three moons rising in the east. These two, Selene the largest and Petra the smallest, were rarely seen in the sky without their sister Elista the shattered moon.

The fact that Elista was not visible meant that winter was on the way. Every night from now on Elista and Selene would be interchangeably visible or not within the night sky. By the dead of winter only Petra would be there, and the nights would become the darkest they would be all year. Thea shivered as she curled up under her blanket. Under the bright light of Selene, she could see for miles around her little hut with her elven eyes. But without moonlight or a similar natural light her vision would be no better than that of a human or halfling. Movement on the very edge of her vision, corner of her eye, caught Thea’s attention and she whipped her head around to look out beyond her barn, across the pastures and beyond the rushing waters of the river to the deep woods.

She squinted her eyes. Whatever had been there was gone now. If it had been anything at all. Probably an animal. Or the wind shaking a shrub. A distant wind. That Thea could not feel from over here in the still air. One that had not seemed to stir any other shrubs or trees. Thea remembered tales from her mothers of things that dwelled in the deep woods. Monsters. Creatures. Bad people. Or worse yet… fey. As a kid they scared her but as an adult she was certain they just did not want her trying to cross the rushing river. However, something about tonight made her eyes linger on the woods just a little longer. Had there been something there after all?

Thea shook her head and **** herself to look away. She was scaring herself worse than any such creature in the night could. Sipping the last of her tea she got up and quickly made to prepare for bed. She had another big day tomorrow and would need her rest. She did make the time to triple check her locks and make sure her family longbow was close by before settling down. Maybe it was wanting to keep her mind from wondering to what may be out there in the dark or perhaps she had not had enough today but Thea found herself reaching down between her thighs as she lay under her furs.

She moaned quietly as her fingers traced over her lower lips while her other hand toyed with her pert breasts. She could feel herself moisten as she switched between her breasts while tracing her pussy lips with her other fingers. Thea groaned deeply as she tugged on one of her stiff nipples and slid a single finger into her tight pussy. She was already so wet. She really wished it was Kilm’s fingers pulling on her nipples and fingering her. Goddesses above she was **** for the touch of that half-orc. It was like being in love only worse. It was lust. A fire that she alone struggled to quench. Rolling her other nipple between her fingers she imagined the smirking half-orc above her.

Thea quivered as she pictured the look in Kilm’s eyes as she would play with Thea. Her touch so firm and demanding as her eyes were filled with passion. She had not held back today like so many times before. She had given Thea what some may call a harsh treatment, but the half-elf woman had enjoyed it immensely and could barely hold back her desire for more. Thinking about what had happen and what she hoped to happen next Thea fingered herself beneath her covers. Her whispered moans and barely contained groans became heaving whimpers and hearty grunts as she pulled on her nipples and added a second finger to her gushing slit. She surprised herself with how rough she was being to her body, gasping as she slapped one of her breasts and then bit her bottom lip.

By Selene’s light, it felt so good. What had Kilm turned her into? Thea winced as she slapped her breast again. Her nipple stung so good, and her boob was starting to feel warm. She dug her fingers in deep to herself and started to rub her engorged clit with her thumb. This made her become a mess of whimpers and moans as she arched her back. The whole time she was trying to imagine Kilm doing this to her, but it could be anyone really. One of the other young strapping merchants or soldiers that passed through. A strong farm hand from one of her very distant neighbouring properties or the odd mysterious hunter that journeyed into the deep woods. Even just a random stranger. A passer-by. Someone that came across her in the middle of the night and wanted to bed a hot young half-elf. Maybe even… whatever it was out in the dark. They could just break into Thea’s hut and take her now. She doubted she could put up a fight right now even if she wanted to. She was too far gone.

Twisting her nearly untouched nipple, Thea hissed as she viciously rubbed her clit with her thumb and wiggled her fingers within herself. She tried to hump up into herself wanting so badly for someone else to be here to push her back down as her eyes rolled up in her head and she saw hanging from a nail on her back wall a tiny iron key. She knew what that was for. Her milkmaid yoke. The former bondage yoke. Thea imagined being locked in that. Helpless and ****. Her hands up by her head. Unable to stop Kilm, the stranger or the thing in the dark from having their way with her. Her body exposed and at their mercy. Thea came hard. Moaning loudly. Her back fully arched and hands shaking. Her legs trembled as she collapsed down onto the bed. Letting out a deep breath, she rolled onto her side and fell asleep.

The next morning Thea woke up even earlier than normal. She went about her usual morning activities but made sure to have plenty of time to bundle up all her clothing and take them down to the river with a washing bucket. She followed the river down south for a while, till it reached a point upon her property that the water was slow enough to clean her clothes in. Garment by garment she diligently washed her clothing before hanging them out on an old rusty clothesline her family had strung up here between a fence and a lone tree. Towards the end of her washing Thea had a thought.

Today was not that cold for the season and after this she had little else to do till the late afternoon when all her clothes would be dried. If she really wanted to be efficient and have as many of her clothes washed as possible there was one last set she could do. The very ones she wore today. Smiling shyly to herself she quickly stripped down to only her boots and set about washing this one last outfit. The sun felt pleasantly warm against her naked skin and the air was so fresh. Breathing deeply, Thea hung up her last few pieces of clothing before glancing around. She was well off on her own down this way, not even the road was visible from here, just her pastures and the deep woods across the wide river. But still Thea felt a thrill from being naked here.

Even though it would be highly unlikely anyone would see her she felt exposed and sexy not wearing a single thread. She felt naughty but free out here on her family’s land naked but for her boots. Chuckling to herself she picked up her washing bucket and started to make her way back up the river. She could not help but put a little extra sway into her hips as she walked. Imagining eyes upon her from the nearby forest or hiding behind a pasture fence. Watching her and drooling over her bare elven body. She pretended to give them a show. Teasing them with her body and daring them to come and make themselves known. It made her feel sexy and seductive as her wide hips swung and her huge ass cheeks wobbled in the fresh air.

The sound of something falling and branches breaking made Thea scream in surprise as she dropped her bucket. She turned immediately towards the sound, looking across the river towards the deep woods and saw birds fleeing from nearby trees. She could not see anyone there but immediately her hands went to cover her small breasts as her sun-baked brown skin darkened, heat in her cheeks. “Who’s there?” Thea called out, sounding way more confident than she looked or felt. “Show yourself!”

No one appeared from the tree line and there were no more noises other than the flowing water and gentle breeze. Thea watched the forest for a good few minutes before finally letting out a breath she had been holding in. Her head felt funny. So much blood rushing to her face and not breathing for these last few minutes. She tried to reassure herself that there was nothing out there and that no one had been watching her. A tree probably just fell right beyond the edge of the forest. That would explain the noises and the birds scattering. But it was then that Thea spotted the muddy tracks across the other side of the river. Footprints that were difficult to make out from this distance but clearly those of a humanoid, a person, or at least a bipedal creature.

Of course, they could be days old. Hunters sometimes went off into the deep woods or poachers snuck out from there onto Thea’s land. Thea herself had not been down this way in nearly a week. Someone easily could have been here a while ago and the noises were just a coincidence. But something ate away at Thea. A nagging fear of what could be out there in the woods. She should check it out right? Or should she go home and forget about this? That would be safer. Unless there was something out there spying on Thea, plotting to come and get her in the night. In that case she should go and investigate, confront it first and work out what it wanted. In which case, should she go home and get more than just her boots and an old washing bucket? If she did, whatever made that noise was sure to be long gone by the time she returned.