Nature's

A beat up looking house stood out just a few feet from the woods. The moonlight from the three moons above illuminated the house showed off just how bad the house looked. The roof had holes in several places due to the severe weather. The windows were covered in dirt and dust. Even the boards holding up the porch looked like termites have been eating away at it steadily. The door that was used looked like it was just fitted in place and would fall out of place from the slightest touch. The only sign of life was the dark shape of a man smoking on a pipe on the edge of the porch.

Norman’s family had lived on this land for four generations. Ever since the small village of Meadowview came together. He was all that was left of his family. His whole family had died a year before from a fever that had spread through the area. Since then times became hard. He was a tall man with rough features from his many years from working under the sun. He was a burly man, showed by his tight and ragged clothes that he worn. He jet-black hair was cut short and wild. He stared out at the tree line watching as fireflies blinked on and off as they flew.
He blew a few smoke rings before clamping the pipe back in his yellowish teeth. He stretched his arms above his head before looking back at the trees. Damn I need a woman, he thought. Why did my wife have to die? He could see his young wife barely come of age. She was shorter than Norman only coming up to his shoulders. Her long blonde hair shown brightly in the sun, tied back into a ponytail. Her body was firm and well defined. Her breasts strained constantly against her bodice that she wore, showing off her deep cleavage. Her dark nipples protruded outward an inch when she was aroused.

The nightbirds screeched in the distance bringing him back to his thoughts. He shook his head scattering his thoughts. His pants were much tighter. His cock had grown to full mast during his daydreaming. Out between the thick underbrush by the forest a woman appeared. Here skin was so pale she looked like a ghost. He blinked and shook his head and looked again. The woman was wearing a small dress made out of some animal hide. It showed off her thin arms and bare shoulders. The cloth came to her mid-thigh, revealing her muscular and defined legs. As she came closer, Norman realized she was barefoot. Her head was faced down towards the ground, hidden under her long brown hair. He could just make out the many small twigs and leaves tangled in her hair.

“Can I help you miss?” he asked. He stood tall and began to move down from the porch.

She stopped a dozen feet from the house before looking up. Her hair fell back from her pale face. Her nose was small and pointy and her eyes sparkled with a bluish aura. Surely that was just from the moonlight, Norman thought. Her small mouth was slightly open as she began to collapse. Norman ran over to her, discarding his pipe onto the ground. He caught her just as she was about to hit the ground. As he held her in his arms, he quickly realized that his left hand was on her breast and could feel how firm it was under the animal skinned dress.