Cabin Fire

The journey from Chestnut Valley to the secluded cabin in the midst of a birch forest had been quite the road trip. Twisted and winding paths, along with fallen trees blocking the way, made for a challenging drive. Despite these obstacles, the picturesque landscape more than compensated for it all.

What Sven and Naari slowly braked to was a small, simple, cozy cottage. A few dust-covered windows needing care; a strong cobblestone chimney poking the sky; a neglected porch with a welcoming air; a leave-covered generator ready to roar; a purring creek carrying leaves to an unknown destination.

Naari jumped out of the dirty jeep she and Sven rented, filled with excitement. “It’s amazingly gorgeous. A quaint little cabin surrounded by white bark.” She turned her sunlit orange eyes to Sven. “I’ve perused many romance stories and grasped that such seclusion strengthens relationships.”

Sven hauled several bags on his shoulders. “If you say so,” he replied with his low voice, scanning everything with his yellow eyes with white, star-shaped pupils. “Looks a bit overgrown and needs a bit of work.”

Naari removed her shoes and tickled her bare caramel feet in the grass. “We are unable to complain,” she replied in her sultry voice with an odd speech pattern. “My boss allowed our romantic getaway here absent of cost.”

“This isn’t for free,” Sven clarified as he brought the heavy bags to the cabin and set them down on the creaking porch. “It was for my services in redoing all the signs at the library.”

“But you offered to do it without charge for the city,” Naari interjected with a smile, her full lips curving up. “You’re equivalent to sugar.”

“I did it for publicity and exposure, nothing else,” Sven explained unconvincingly, quickly grabbing more bags.

“Let me assist you,” Naari offered, effortlessly hoisting the massive ten-gallon kerosine container in her delicate arms. Her strength was unnatural, contradicting her seemingly girly appearance. “It’s so light. Did we forget to fill this?” she asked, carrying it like Styrofoam.

“I filled it to the brim,” Sven answered, eyes wide. “You’re just a freak.”

After they plopped the remainder of their belongings on the porch, they eagerly cracked open the door to be welcomed by a dim, warm, and inviting wooden interior. Colorful wool carpets hugged the floors, each one intricately woven with sharp patterns and rippled with reserved colors. The walls were lined with hand-carved wooden creatures, their details so intricate that they seemed almost alive. Oak furniture filled the space, crafted with care and adding to the mature atmosphere inside. As they stepped further into the space, the scent of pine and cedar filled their nostrils, as if they had truly entered a magical woodland realm.

“How elegant,” Naari exclaimed brightly, ivory ponytail swaying.

“I think this is the opposite of elegant. More earthy and rustic,” Sven corrected, hand on chin.

“It’s also unfit for living with all the filth. I’m going to air out and clean the innards before we bring our luggage in.” Naari peeked into the bedroom to see a bare bed. “We shouldn’t slumber on that.”

“Good thing we brought the bedroll. We’ll sleep on the floor, just like at the spa,” Sven said, winking at Naari.

Naari quickly became red. “Anyway, I’ll get to it.”

“I’ll grab some firewood then. Should be something dead and dry out there.” Sven rubbed his thumb on Naari’s hot brown cheek. “Put on shoes, dork. Might be sharp debris around the floor.”

“My shoes!” She dashed back outside, scouring the grass.

Sven’s eyes scanned the clearing, searching for the perfect dead tree to take down. His fingers wrapped around the sturdy ax, feeling its potential power. With a deep breath, he swung with all his might, driving the blade deep into the wood until the thick birch came crashing down.

As Sven dragged the tree to the nearby jeep, a feral presence watched. He turned to see a massive grizzly emerge from the surrounding woods. The beast was clearly agitated, making low grunting noises and threatening to charge.

As the bear charged toward Sven, his yellow eyes flared with an intense ferocity that exuded raw intimidation and dominance. As suddenly as it had charged, the bear stopped in its tracks and retreated back into the depths of the forest.

Being a pacifist proves to be difficult sometimes.

Naari bunned up her ponytail and swiftly got to work. She threw open all the windows, which had been stuck over the years of neglect, but Naari experienced no resistance. She gracefully swept the floor, cleared the soot from the chimney, and beat the snot out of the rugs. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in a polished window, seeing dirt on her nose and in her crevices.

Imagine if we lived out here like this. Sven would come home dirty and musky from chopping lumber. Naari became hot at the thought. We would hunt, fish, and farm all our meals. And every night, we’d make love with the stars and the fire watching. She sighed dreamily, then wiped some grime off her cute nose and carried on.

After dumping off the dry, chopped wood and getting everything set up inside, the two dressed up for nature and went on a hike. Naari dressed in an open khaki sweater, white shirt—with cleavage, of course—and a small sunhat. Her infamous ponytail was absent, letting her white hair flow to her shoulder blades. She carried a small cooler, swinging it as they walked.

Sven was equipped with a backpack. He wore his beloved brown jacket, dirty blue jeans, and a button-up shirt that hugged his tone pecks. His steely face led the way and oozed authority and confidence.

Not even twenty steps in, Naari’s toe struck a rock and fell forward. With inhuman speed, Sven twisted around, double-backed, and caught Naari by her slender waist and the cooler with the other hand.

“Th-Thank you. I apologize.”

Sven said, “Sure,” before returning the cooler.

Naari grasped the cooler tightly against her waist, looking at Sven with curious eyes. “Do you enjoy swimming?”

“You know, I’ve never really swam that much. I used to live by a large body of water, and I could swim, but never really sought enjoyment in exploring water. Exploring in general, to be honest, until I moved to Chestnut Valley.”

“Such a shame to miss that in your youth. We used to visit the ocean occasionally when I was growing up. It was quite beautiful. I occasionally went to the local pool but preferred the privacy of the ocean when I became a teenager.” Naari’s eyes thinned. “Men and boys kept staring at me, and it gave me anxiety. I don’t know why.”

“Must be because of your large…” Sven paused as Naari looked at him expectantly and naively. “Brain. You’re very smart.”

Naari responded with a happy hum as they broke into a field of daisies. “Amazing.” A gentle breeze swayed the white petals, sending a few off into the blue sky. “In a location like this, all my concerns seem distant and miniscule.”

“That’s great. Let’s find a spot.”

Naari spilled the contents of the cooler onto the blanket Sven set up and settled down. He’d never had a picnic as a child, too busy with his job taking the lives of important individuals through shadow manipulation.

“I manifested all sorts of nutritious treats for our little getaway,” Naari boasted. After a concerned look, she said, “They’re delicious, I promise.”

Sven carefully studied the sandwiches, snacks, cookies, and fruit, surprised by the quality. “Sheena prepared this, didn’t she?”

“Well, I-I made them,” Naari answered truthfully. “Does it matter which half?”

“I supposed not,” he replied.

As they munched leisurely, they gazed at the fluffy clouds above. Naari couldn’t help but steal glances at Sven’s tousled, chestnut locks, framing his stoic features. With a sandwich gripped in her teeth, she timidly reached out to caress Sven’s unguarded, scruffy chin. But before his piercing white pupils met hers, she quickly pulled back, cheeks flushed with a rosy hue.

“It’s overwhelmingly attractive today,” Naari mumbled through the bread.

With a mischievous grin, Sven pulled Naari in close, slid off her hat, removed the sandwich, and kissed her tan lips passionately for several seconds. As she was dazed with a rapid heart, he popped her hat back on, put the sandwich back in, and chuckled sadistically.

They had lost track of time while chatting and exploring and barely reached the dim cottage before sunset’s light faded. They rushed inside, closing the door behind them with a mock fear of the approaching darkness. Naari laughed and snorted, while Sven found a specter being afraid of the dark ironic.

“I need a shower,” Naari stated. “I smell unpleasant.”

“I’ll have to get the generator going, then. Otherwise, you’ll have a dry shower. And no light or electricity.” Sven dipped outside, then opened the door again to say, “If I don’t come back, tell Fay my ice cream is still off limits.” He closed the door and then quickly popped his head back in once more. “Also, start the fireplace, dork.”

Naari nodded for a moment too long before walking over to the fireplace, tossing wood in, and holding a match to the chopped lumber. A smolder soon gorged itself to become a crackling flame, and the soft orange glow kissed Naari’s cheek.

The generator roared outside, and shortly after, the lights of the cabin beamed. Naari, however, dimmed them down immediately, setting a strong mood for future romance. Sven came in after, metal box in palms.

“Still a bit dark? Bulbs must be bad. Nearly forgot.” He opened the box to reveal chilled steaks. “It’s my turn to cook for you. I’ve gotten good at the meats,” he mildly boasted. “Got your wine in here, too.”

“Are you sure you don’t want some?” Naari offered. “I know you don’t drink, but we’re away from the world.”

“It would be a waste,” Sven responded, thinking, Complete waste. Negative to poison immunity. “It’s all yours. Just don’t get to the point where Sheena takes advantage. I’d prefer this half tonight.”

Naari grabbed the bottle and coveted it while saying, “That won’t happen. I have compromised that we retain control the whole day while the other can only watch at most. Who gets what day remains up in the atmosphere.”

“Quite a system. My girlfriend has learned to appreciate herself.”

Naari’s face turned frumpy. “Negative. She’s still a brute and a pain in my rear.”

“Harsh language,” Sven joked.

Naari pressed her digits against her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m kidding. I appreciate your innocent and odd speech.” Sven set up a pan over the fire, and Naari popped open the wine and poured herself a glass. “You need a new prescription,” Sven commented when Naari squinted to read the label.

“It’s just dark, I swear.”

“Can’t avoid it forever.”

Sizzling and fragrant, Sven expertly removed the steaks from the flames and plated them in the tiny, humble kitchen. The tender cuts were cooked to almost perfection, causing Naari’s mouth to water in anticipation. Each bite was a succulent delight, with juices bursting forth like a delicious geyser.

After the meal, Naari dove into the shower. Her heart beat fast as she lathered her chestnut skin and many curves. She was buzzed and seeking strong physical affection from Sven. When she exited the shower, she sat beside him on a laid-out blanket, pressing against him as he stoked the fire with a poker. For once, she wanted to make the first move, but the ability failed to reach her. Even when drunk, she could never be as aggressive as Sheena.

Fortunately, Sven dominated the room. He tenderly kissed her neck and caressed her light chocolate body, tracing every curve with his fingertips. “Would you like me to light some candles?” he whispered softly.

“N-No.” Naari’s body was hot and sensitive. “I find the fireplace and night sufficient.”

Sven moved behind his girlfriend, reaching beyond her, massaging her left breast, and teasing her clit. She moaned as the fire lit her skin, increasing her steamy ambitions. She was instantly under his spell and under his control. She moaned as he slid two fingers into her pussy, sliding them deep to shallow repeatedly.

Naari panted as long moments felt like blissful eternity. “That feels so magnificent. I believe I’m already going to—” Naari’s moans cut off her words.

“You’re not allowed to yet. I’ll punish you if you do,” Sven warned, playing with her tingling nipples.

Naari teared up. “I apologize. I can’t.” She screamed as pleasure rocketed from her loins throughout her body. After catching her breath, she begged, “P-Punish me, darling. I deserve it.”

“Very well,” Sven said smoothly. “Remove everything. I want your perfect body exposed.” As Naari cutely removed her bathrobe and undergarments, Sven took off his shirt, his muscles glistening with sweat. From his bag, he produced a long, sleek red rope. “Don’t resist,” he commanded, a malicious glint in his yellow eyes. “Surrender and stay completely still.”

The rope gripped firmly around Naari’s flesh, causing soft indentations. Her arms were tied together at her shoulder blades, and her torso was laced with crimson thread. The binding wrapped around her tits, accentuating them and eliciting vulnerability.

Sven forced Naari onto her knees and presented his hard cock before her lips. “You owe me now.”

“Y-Yes, darling.”

Naari examined her boyfriend’s fat cock, in disbelief at how it ever fully fit. She kissed the head lovingly and slowly allowed it past her lips. She started slow, going from tip to halfway, tasting Sven’s twitching flesh on her tongue.

The specter peered down at his human girlfriend like a hawk, cold and strong in expression. Naari’s technique was different from Sheena’s: less aggressive and rough and more tender and careful. “Go deeper,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble.

Naari obeyed, pushing her limits as she took in more of his cock. With each motion, Naari could taste the salty precum leaking from his head. She was devoted to pleasing him, taking him deeper with each determined attempt, holding back any inclination of gagging. After a few minutes of a loving blowjob, Sven grabbed her hair and pulled back, leaving her with a sense of failure.

“I’m sorry, darling. I-I can do it. I studied a new technique.” Naari’s mouth watered.

Sven shook his head. “We’re going to do that other thing you told me about.”

Naari’s eyes lit up as if she had read his mind. “Yes. Please, my love. Punish me. I’ll do whatever.”

Sven reached out into his bag once again and pulled out a simple black silk blindfold. “Face the fire,” he ordered in his deep, smooth voice.

Naari turned around, her chest heaving with anticipation. She bit her lip as she felt the soft fabric of the blindfold against her skin. In an instant, her world turned into darkness. The only sensations she could perceive were the flickering warmth of the fireplace against her naked skin and Sven’s strong grip on her arms as he lifted her above his throbbing shaft with a grin.

Naari gasped as she was lowered, feeling Sven’s solid cock pressing against her pussy lips. He was teasing her again, pushing just the tip inside before pulling back out, making her whimper in frustration.

“S-Sven... I require you,” Naari pleaded, squirming. “I can’t take it.”

He yanked her down quickly, stretching her wide. The sudden sensation caused her to screech pleasurably to the ceiling. The rope around her body cut in a bit, and her accentuated breasts were squeezed like soft pillows with Sven’s rough hands.

Naari got to work, rising and falling quickly with the strength of her toned body. She moaned every time their flesh clapped together. His meat stretched her repeatedly, his tip gracing her uterus. The massaging of her vulnerable breasts caused her to clamp around her man.

“I’ll do it. I’ll make you cum intensely.” She moaned between sentences. “I adore you within me. I’m yours to use. Use me, please.”

Naari’s cries of passion and desperation mingled with the crackling cabin fire and challenged the stillness of the night. Finally, unable to take it any longer, Naari came like a roaring waterfall.

Sven felt her contract around him, sending him over the edge as well. He growled in ecstasy, emptying himself deep inside her, making sure she felt every drop of cum.

They both panted, sweating from both the fire and the passion. Naari’s dark olive skin was scarlet where the ropes gripped. Sven’s yellow eyes examined Naari’s sexy, sweaty back and limp fingers.

“Did I do it, darling? Did I please you?”

“Stand,” Sven coldly commanded.

Naari lifted herself off of Sven, his member flopping out of her. She tried hard to hold it, but some of his precious seed ran down her leg.

“Turn around.”

She faced away from the fire, feeling two hands against her cheeks, and she was pulled into some soft lips that made her heart flutter all over again.

“You did well. Let’s call it a night, dork,” Sven said, removing her blindfold.

With a portrait of Sven’s chiseled face before her, she agreed. “Yes, darling. I’m quite tired now.”

Sven awoke with a caramel leg clamped around his stomach and ivory hair on his face. He noticed Naari’s glasses had fallen off sometime during their lovemaking and had a crack on the right lens.

“Now you will have to get new glasses,” he whispered to a softly sighing Naari.

He got out of the bedroll, cleaned up, got dressed, and began cooking breakfast. Not long after, Naari awoke from the egg smell invading her nostrils. Sven peered over his shoulder with a spatula in hand after a bump against his back.

“A welcoming dawn, Sven,” Naari chimed, her bare orange eyes glistening and her ivory hair down. “I love you.”

Sven grinned. “I know...”

The remainder of their time at the cabin was a blissful escape from reality. They spent a few days frolicking in the sun, splashing in the creek, and roasting marshmallows over the campfire. The nights were filled with laughter and stargazing, their only interruptions being a few pesky bug bites. As the end of their stay drew near, Naari couldn’t help but feel a twinge of heartache at having to return to the mundane world.