Act 1: Boredom and Temptation
The log cabin still smelled of fresh resin and last night’s fireplace. Ashley was sprawled on the huge flat rock in front of the deck, legs spread, her denim shorts riding high on her thighs, white tank top doing nothing to hide the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Sunlight filtered through the spruces and beautifully lit up her skin.
Mark had been gone for three hours. Three fucking hours.
“I’m gonna try the lake upstream, babe. They say there are monster rainbow trout up there”.
He had kissed the top of her head like you’d kiss a little sister and left with his fishing rod, backpack, and that vacation-survivalist vibe.
Ashley wanted to scream.
She had imagined this getaway exactly like in her fantasies: fucking from morning till night, naked on the deck, against the logs, in the forest, on the kitchen table… Mark had promised they would “reconnect”. Instead, he was out living his best Bear Grylls life. Meanwhile, she was stuck with a throbbing, frustrated pussy and zero dick available.
To kill the boredom, she had opened her secret reading app.
Today’s title: Claimed by the Sasquatch – Book 7: Heat of the Full Moon.
She was at the part where the Bigfoot, after chasing the heroine for three chapters, finally slams her against a tree and takes her like a beast. Ashley had slipped two fingers under the waistband of her shorts, slowly stroking herself, almost absentmindedly, while she read.
That was exactly when she felt it.
A shift in the air. A strong, animal, musky scent that wasn’t pine or damp earth. Something living. Something big.
She looked up.
It was there.
Twenty yards away, between two massive trunks, the Bigfoot was watching her.
Not a blurry shadow like in those shaky YouTube videos. No. A real fucking giant. At least eight and a half feet tall, shoulders as wide as a wardrobe, thick glossy dark-brown fur, muscles rolling beneath it. Its mouth was slightly open, showing impressive fangs. Its eyes — a deep glowing red — were locked on her.
Its posture was slightly hunched, long arms swinging with every step. The Bigfoot moved with an almost comical shambling gait: its huge flat feet thudded heavily on the ground, as if it had trouble coordinating its oversized limbs.
Ashley stopped breathing.
The creature’s massive paw drifted shamelessly to its crotch to scratch its balls, then took another heavy step forward. And another.
It stopped in the middle of the clearing, fully visible, and began… its display.
It pounded its chest with both fists — a deep *boom-boom-boom* that resonated inside Ashley’s ribcage like a drum. It straightened to its full height, puffed out its chest, and let out a long rolling growl that dropped into an almost purring rumble: “GROOOAAARRR!”.
It slowly turned around, showing off its powerful back, its endless arms, and especially… its groin.
Even from that distance, Ashley could clearly see the heavy dark mass hanging between its hairy thighs, already half out of its natural sheath. It was swelling.
It was grotesque.
It was terrifying.
And fuck… it was hot.
The Bigfoot came closer, slower this time. It picked up a dead branch, snapped it in two like a matchstick and tossed it aside, then pounded its chest again, harder, staring straight into her eyes. A challenge. An invitation. A promise.
Ashley’s mouth went dry. Her heart hammered so hard she could hear it in her temples.
She was terrified.
And yet her panties were already soaked. Her nipples ached, poking painfully against the thin fabric of her tank top. She could feel her clit throbbing against the seam of her shorts, almost in rhythm with the Sasquatch’s fists beating its own chest.
She whispered, her voice hoarse:
“Fuck… you’re real…”
The Bigfoot tilted its head. An almost human smile stretched its lips, revealing even more sharp teeth. It took one final step and stopped three yards away, close enough for her to feel the animal heat radiating from its body. It raised one enormous hand, palm open, as if to say: I’m not going to hurt you… not yet.
Ashley swallowed. Her fingers were still trembling on her tablet screen, where the book’s heroine was getting railed by a Bigfoot almost identical to this one.
She slowly closed the app.
And she murmured, almost against her will:
“Come on… show me what you can do.”
The Bigfoot growled in satisfaction, a deep victorious sound that vibrated the air between them.
End of Act 1.
