Page 59 of Cedarwood Cabin

He reaches one of his hands around to my pussy. His fingers find my clit, rubbing it with a roughness. I feel an orgasm building up.

“Does that make you want to come?” he asks.

“Ye—yes,” I stutter, out of breath.

“You don’t get to fucking come.”

He removes his fingers from my swollen clit back to my hips, denying my release. His grip tightens, his thrusts becoming more erratic. His body slaps against my ass as his cock stretches my pussy. I bite down on my lip, making it bleed.

With a final thrust, he drives deep into my pussy and I feel it tighten around him. I cry out, my body trembling. Lyka groans as he climaxes, his cock pulsating inside me as he comes.

We stand there out of breath, our bodies pressed together.

Lyka pulls out of me and his cum drips down my thighs. He releases his grip on my hips and I can’t help but slump against the tree.

Without a word, he pulls up his jeans. My hands shake uncontrollably as I fumble with my clothes.

I look over my shoulder and see my T-shirt is covered in blood. The pain hits me and I let out a little whimper.

I stare at Lyka, trying to look deep into his eyes. He looks at me with no expression on his face, not saying a word. He picks up the ax, walking towards the cabin as I follow behind him.

As we approach the cabin, the door swings open and Dax steps out. He looks at me and the tears in my eyes as his face hardens with concern. Lyka walks straight past him, bumping shoulders as he enters the cabin. Dax's eyes follow him before he rushes up to me, his hand reaching out to touch my shoulder.

“Ouch,” I cry out.

Dax pulls his hand back, his eyes wide with concern. He walks behind me and gently lifts the back of my T-shirt, revealing the deep cuts and scrapes from the tree bark. “What the fuck did he do,” he growls.

I turn my head and see him inhale deeply before looking toward the cabin.

My back and pussy throb in pain as I sit in the tub with my knees pressed up against my breasts. The water soothes my cuts. My hair is tied up in a messy bun, loose strands falling around my face.

Dax kneels beside the tub, dips a sponge into the water, and carefully wrings it out before dabbing it over my back. The water washes away the remnants of blood and grime. I feel relief and guilt; my emotions are a tangled mess.

“I’m sorry, Da–” I begin to say, my voice trembling.

“Shh. It was bound to happen. You’re spending three weeks alone in a cabin with two males.”

I can’t help but cry. Dax tends to my cuts with care, keeping his hands steady.

“It just happened so quickly. I’m gonna need emergency contraception…”

Dax pauses for a moment. “Can it wait ‘til tomorrow? The stores are closed.”

“I think you can take it up to three days now, so yeah.”

“I’ll go first thing in the morning,” he assures me, pouring warm water down my back.

A new worry creeps into my mind. “Hey, Dax, I don't have to be worried about STDs, do I?”

Before Dax can respond, we hear the door open. We both look up and see Lyka standing there.

Lyka’s eyes meet mine. “You’re the first girl I’ve fucked without a condom. I’m clean,” he says bluntly.

Lyka lingers in the doorway for a moment, his eyes flicking between us. Finally, he turns and walks away, the door creaking shut behind him. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

DAX

I leave Flora lying in bed to rest, closing the door behind me. The cabin is silent as I make my way to the living room, finding Lyka sprawled out on the couch. He looks up as I enter, pausing the DVD with a remote. He has guilt and confusion written on his face.

---