The Burrow

We followed her gaze to deer running toward us, they were being chased by hunters, if we were seen out in the woods we would be exiled for defying the elders. We followed the woman. She was going deeper into the woods, we could risk a run back to the village but Callum wanted to see where she was going, if there was another tribe nearby we could open up trade with them, people in our village were starving. Hunters had returned to the woods to hunt deer and elk, although they weren’t happy about it.

She stopped by an old mossy tree. She looked at us slightly puzzled before bending down to move vines aside revealing the entrance to a burrow. She stared at us again and Callum slowly went down, I began to think this was a bad idea, he reached over to me and helped me down into the woman’s home. It was cosy inside, light came from above as the tree it was under was hollow, but too tall for anyone to look down. There were hides and grass that were used for bedding and various handmade tools and bowls. The woman came in and went to the back of the burrow where there was another opening we had not seen. We followed her in, she stopped and blocked the way, her stare was hard and almost felt like a warning. Callum was asking questions about how she had found the burrow, had she made it? Was she alone? She didn’t answer.

In this room was what looked like a huge dug out bowl, the soil was soft and slightly damp. She took the grass and leaves from her basket and began to dig small holes which she filled with the grass first, then the leaves. I looked at Callum in confusion. When she’d finished she lit candles that were positioned around the edge, at the far end of the bowl shaped floor were large red eggs, 4 of them sticking out of the soil. The woman stroked moisture off of one and checked the others one by one. One of them was larger than he others, but not by much, this one was almost completely red, the others had black towards the base, what colour they were under the soil I couldn’t tell. We all went back into the other room and were offered berries to eat and water. We thanked her, Callum asked her about the eggs, he gestured with his hands making egg shapes and waving his hands around in a ‘where?’ and ‘what?’ manner. She simply pointed to her belly, stood up and went to sleep on her bed of hides.

It was getting dark out and it had started to rain, drops fell through the hollow tree into a bucket. We looked around her home, it was hard to tell if she had been here long or if it was recent. Where had she come from? I lit a few candles, not wanting to be in the dark in this strange place. He held me from behind and started to kiss my neck and shoulders. I encouraged him to stop, it wasn’t exactly the best place but I gave in once he pushed his fingers in me. He sat leaning against the wall and I rode his cock slowly, trying not to make too much noise. He moved his hips in time with me, as lust and desire took him he lifted me onto my back and grew more **** to finish, I covered my mouth to suppress my breathing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him tightly when his hot load was released inside. We kissed and rolled about the floor before flushing with embarrassment to find the woman sitting up watching us. She pulled a deer skin over her and went back to sleep. Callum and I giggled like children.