Not what you expected

After half an hour watching Vanessa stir the stew Adam appears to grow more and more impatient. First, he tries to whistle a tune to distract himself from the wait. Which prompts a very quick response from the woman named Vanessa of a reverberating SHHHHHHHH! Apparently not satisfied with that answer he draws his Great Axe and heads off to the edge of the little clearing that they have obviously camped in overnight. And soon the clearing is rattled by a rhythmic thomp thomp as he cuts down a tree. With Adams attention elsewhere you notice Vanessa visibly relax a little, she seems to not enjoy his company much. Which if being honest with yourself gives you a glimmer of hope. Your eyes are drawn again and again to the cleft that her bodice leaves as she bends over the stew stirring, with your vision like a hawk you notice a bead of sweat drip down her chin to disappear there.

Get it together you think ferociously to yourself, study your prey before you make your move. The steady thomp thomp thomp still echoing through the little clearing. Perhaps if I push the tree onto the barbarian, it will kill him… looking back to the fire Vanessa has disappeared. Then you catch a little glimpse of movement from the opposite side of the glade. You decide to fly over and check what she is doing, landing in a tree not far from where you saw the movement your eyes are greeted by an unexpected and wonderful sight.

Vanessa is leaned against a tree one hand holding onto it for support while the other is undoing the belt at her waist. She slips the belt loose and proceeds to pull her tight leather pants down, slowly drawing them over her luscious ass. Milky white flesh exposed to the air, and a little patch of fur almost hiding above her glistening folds. Her hand descends and parts her puffy lips with index and ring fingers, as her middle slides down the center from top to bottom. A long blissful moan escapes her lips at first contact, her fingers gently rolling and massaging her pussy. She matches her tempo and pace to the rhythmic thump thump thump from the clearing, her fingers occasionally seeking the hooded clit at the top or from your angle the bottom of her slit. Watching her play with herself your blood rushing to your other head and your member is soon at full mast, surprising even you when it reaches a full 10 inches and around a 6” girth. You can’t resist the urge to stroke your cock as she plays with her now dripping nether lips. Eventually just rubbing and massaging doesn’t seem to be enough for her as she takes her middle finger and presses it up to the second knuckle deep, her legs begin to shake and her other hand claws at the bark of the tree. You can just imagine that hand clawing at your back in the throws of passion instead of uselessly clawing at the tree, though a small spark of jealousy courses through you as you watch. Stupid trees always getting the affection you crave.

Suddenly she tenses and glances around, the thumping has stopped from across the clearing, and you look around as she does. Standing just on the other side of the tree you are peeping from stands Adam sweat dripping from his muscles and his cock in his hands he is stroking shamelessly as she looks around and spots him. They lock eyes and she turns to sit on the ground legs spread as she continues to play unabashedly with herself now staring at her traveling companion. This new sensation is obviously what she needed to finish because it doesn’t take her long scream and tense, clamping her legs down and trapping her hand with two knuckles buried deep inside of herself. She stares longingly at Adams cock as he to finishes. Meanwhile up in the tree you are close as well blasting your fertile seed down to the ground a single strand lands on Vanessa, and the rest falls onto Adams shoulder as he grunts out his seed onto the tree. Adam pulls up his pants and grabs his axe as he heads across the clearing to continue his work on the tree now cut halfway through, the thump thump thump of his axe head eating away at the soft pine.

After having finished now seems like the time to strike, you fly over and land at the top of the tree being cut down and wait. Feeling every time, the axe strikes reverberating up and through the taloned claws of your feet.