A sinister noise in the night....

They get back to the cabin later that evening as the sun is setting. Now that the deer has been buried the flies have largely dispersed, with only a few remaining to leach blood stains from the grass.

The mood in the group is light and humorous. Emma's impersonation of the three kids' swinging gait and excessively violent chewing has them all in stitches of laughter.

"I bet they keep that little redhead busy though," Nathalie grins as she opens the cabin door. "One at either end, if you know what I mean!"

"Her poor ass!" titters Emma.

Alex has a sudden vision of the previous night, where Nathalie had been the girl with one at either end. He feels his cock stiffening. He hopes that last night wasn't a one-off. He'd like to be a little more sober for a repeat performance, to try a few new things with the clearly open-minded posh girl. But how to make it happen? And what about Isolde.... would she want to be in the mix again?

Nathalie kicks off her shoes and stretches, her black leggings tightening around her lovely ass. "I'm on dinner," she says. "Go and take it easy for half an hour or so."

"I'll help," says Isolde immediately, and the two of them vanish into the kitchen area.

Alex feels slightly jealous.

The dinner is simple but tasty, a pleasant mix of spiced potatoes, onions and sizzling beef. The four of them sit around joking and laughing. A couple of times, when no-one is looking, Alex slips back a curtain and peers out into the night. There is no repeat of the previous night's bonfire, and in the soft moonlight he finds it nearly impossible to see anything except the faintest outlines of distant trees.

They break the wine out again, and are onto their second bottle when they hear a "whump" noise outside.

Emma immediately pales. "The witches?"

"I wish I hadn't told you about that," Nathalie sighs. "Its probably just a branch falling from a tree. I'll go check it out."

"I'll come too," says Alex, more confidently than he really feels.