Midsommar, but Sexy

My stomach drops even as pleasure continues to skitter across my nerves, turning my thoughts to mush. I look down to meet her intense gaze as she lowers my legs from her shoulders. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Whether you meant to or not is beside the point," she growls. She doesn't seem angry. In fact, I'd say she looks rather pleased. "You are bold enough to disobey me, so let's see if you are strong enough to handle the punishment."

I shiver at the implication in her voice, and I watch her straighten up and sit on the edge of her bed. She smirks at me before she pats her lap. "Come here, little mortal," she growls.

I push my hair behind my ear and bite my lip, my heart in my throat. I don't know what sort of punishment she has in mind, but her sly grin feels like a challenge. And I don't like losing.

Slowly, I crawl over to her. Her eyes rake over my naked body, and it's obvious that she likes what she sees. The way she looks at me makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world. I can't help but shiver under the intensity of her gaze.

When I get close, she grabs my arm and pulls me over her lap. One heavy hand pins me with an ease that makes excitement race through my body. Her other hand glides over my bare ass, claws scraping just slightly to raise goosebumps over my skin.

"Skin as soft as a flower petal," she murmurs. "And twice as beautiful. Let's see if we can turn this daisy into a rose."

I'm saved from asking what she means when she brings her hand down in a stinging slap against my right ass cheek. I yelp more out of surprise than pain, and she strokes my skin in a brief moment of reprieve.

"Count them," she orders.

I shiver and let my head hang over the edge of her lap. "One."

The second strike is harder. A sharp jolt of pain that fades to a tingling sort of warmth. "Two!" I gasp.

The third comes, and it's like she's testing how much I can take, gradually upping the intensity. "Three!" I yelp and squirm to try and ease the sting.

The next catches me on the skin of my thighs, and I arch in surprise. "Four!" Fucking hell that stings! She rubs the spot, a chuckle rumbling out of her before she strikes again, this one catching the underside of my ass full on. "Five!"

Her pace speeds up, her hand landing against my skin over and over. She doesn't strike any harder, though I know she could. I count every one, and wonder how long it will take for her arm to get tired. Too long, for a woman as strong as her.

After twenty, I start to squirm on her lap, wriggling after every strike as if that will somehow lessen the sting. The memory of my orgasm still heats my nerves, and under the pain of every strike, my pussy clenches greedily, begging for more. Tears well to my eyes before they start to streak down my cheeks.

At twenty five, my voice starts to crack, the heat between my legs nearly unbearable. But I take them all, never squirming far enough to pull away. A particularly hard slap cracks across my cheeks, and I can't stop my cry of pain as I shout, "Thirty!"

I wait, braced for the next one, but it never comes. Instead, Bruinda rakes her claws gently down my reddened flesh. It drags a shuddering moan out of me as I arch against her lap. My skin is so sensitive that the gentle pricks of her claws are a relief after all of the rough treatment. Between my legs, I feel a bead of liquid slide from my pussy.

Then, Bruinda scoops me up, moving me so I'm straddling her, my reddened ass resting against her lap. I hiss as my skin rubs against her leather skirt. Her hand rests on my hip while her other comes up to wipe the tears from my face. "Bold and strong," she murmurs. "Maybe she would be a suitable mate." I find myself leaning into her touch, even though the tears don't stop. "Why do you cry, beautiful one?"

I give a wet laugh and wipe my cheek. "Nothing about this trip has been what I expected," I admit. "Up until now, it's been pretty Goddamn miserable, actually. Might still be miserable if you decide to eat me."

Bruinda's laugh catches me off guard, but no more than her surprisingly gentle kiss. "You have proven yourself to be far more than just a meal," Bruinda murmurs against my lips. "Besides, I don't eat humans."

I can't help but laugh as I wipe my eyes. "Good to know."

One clawed nail brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. "What can I call you, beautiful one?"

"Jenna."

"Jenna," she repeats, and I like the way my name sounds coming from her. It rolls off her accented tongue like a purr. "What has happened to upset you so, Jenna?"

Her hands stroke over my hips, every so often reaching back to brush my reddened ass. I shiver and arch under the touch. Her very presence is intoxicating. Which is probably why I feel like it's okay to spill my guts.

I tell her everything. About all the work I put into planning and paying for this trip. About Travis inviting his friends without telling me. About his indifference towards me even before we left.

"I had thought this trip would help things between us," I admit before giving a bitter laugh. "And yet here I am, sleeping with a bear behind his back."

Bruinda chuckles and pulls me closer, her hands strong and supportive around me. "Do you regret it?"

"No." My answer comes so quick it surprises me. "I should feel bad, though, shouldn't I? I just cheated on my boyfriend of three years."

Bruinda snorts. "A blink of an eye," she says. "Even for a mortal, it is no vast stretch of time. And from what you have said, it does not seem like that time has been well spent. Even as I followed behind you from the creek, I could feel the weight of discontent between the two of you."

I lean my head against her shoulder, pressing myself against her broad chest. "It used to be good," I say and can't help but smile as she drapes her arms around me. The weight is a comfort. "Now, not so much."

"Do you love him?"

That question is harder. The emotions, past and present, tangle things up and make the answer harder to get out. "Not as much as I used to," I say at last.

"Do you think he loves you?" she asks.

I give a short bitter laugh. I've been hiding from the truth of it this whole time, but admitting it still hurts. "No."

"Then why be with him?"

That's the heart of the question, isn't it? Keeping our relationship going has been a losing fight that I've taken the brunt of for the better part of a year. "Because there were good times that I keep hoping will come back," I say. "Because I don't want to hurt him."

Bruinda makes a sound in her chest, somewhere between a rumble and a hum. "She's loyal too," she murmurs. "Even to one who doesn't deserve such loyalty."

Ironic thing to say about a cheater, but I keep that thought to myself. It had been a momentary lapse in judgement, right? An act of self-preservation, of survival, in the presence of this powerful, wild woman.

Except it hadn't been that at all, and it definitely isn't that now. There's no denying that I want this. Want her. And the feeling is mutual.

Bruinda's hands have started to wander again, trailing over my ass. The pain has faded some, but the skin still feels warm when she touches it. She spreads her legs, and with how I'm kneeling over her lap, she spreads mine too. Her fingers slide under one cheek to glide over my wet cunt. I blush when I glance down and see the little puddle I've left on her leather skirt.

"What would one have to do to earn such loyalty?" Bruinda asks.

I shiver as that finger teases at my slit, just shy of pushing in. I bite back a moan and vainly try to grind my hips down to meet her. "Letting me touch you would be a good start," I say.

Bruinda smiles. "Then touch to your heart's content."

I don't waste a second. I grab the sides of her face and kiss her deeply, closing any space between us as I press against her chest. I push my weight against her shoulders, and she falls back onto the bed willingly. In that moment, I feel powerful. That this fierce, other-worldly woman would yield to me makes the heat surge in me, the fires stoked again.

I kiss her like I've never kissed anyone before. Pouring my desire and desperation through the simple contact of our lips. My hands slide down her chest, and I feel like I'm having sex for the first time again. Awkward and eager.

It doesn't help that her clothes don't make any fucking sense. I give up trying to figure out how her shirt comes on and off - it's loose and tattered enough that I can reach what I want anyway. I find her ample breast and squeeze before giving her nipple a little pinch. I tug it up before letting it fall back as I move my lips down her neck.

I kiss and nip gently, but a wicked thought crosses my mind. I latch onto the side of her neck and suck, hearing her little grunt of surprise. When I pull away, I see the purple bruise I've left on her skin.

"Very bold," she growls, and I feel her claws gently dig into my reddened ass in admonishment. I rest my chin against her chest and glance up, giving my best innocent grin. "And too charming by half."

I take that to mean my touching privileges haven't been revoked and continue my exploration of her. I knead and squeeze the mounds of her breasts, and am rewarded with a pleased little sigh. She's like nothing I've ever seen before. Not quite human, but no animal either. I follow the little trail of hair that dips between her breasts with my finger. It thins on her stomach before thickening again to trail under the hem of her leather skirt.

I fumble with her belt before I finally figure out how to unfasten it. I flip the kilt-like thing open and find that she's wearing nothing underneath. I glide my fingers through the soft hair between her legs. She lifts one leg to rest on the edge of the bed, opening herself to me with a heavy sigh of contentment.

When I move to kneel between her legs, I realize just how tall she really is. Crouched over her as I am, my mouth can just barely reach her chest. I lift her shirt up to expose the tanned skin of her chest before I pull one of her nipples into my mouth. I suck and tease, swirling my tongue around the tender nub of flesh, though I'm not bold enough to bite her like she did with me.

As I move my mouth to her other breast, I slip a finger down her wet slit. An appreciative little sound rumbles out of her, and she angles her hips to meet me. I spread the wetness between her legs as I explore the crux of her. I trace every fold and am rewarded with a low, rumbling moan. Her hips writhe, and she arches under my hand. "She's a tease as well," she groans.

I smile and nip lightly along her chest as I press a finger into her. When I feel how wet she is, I slide another in beside it and thrust deep. Bruinda arches with a low moan of pleasure, her eyes sliding closed as her claws flex against my ass.

My fingers thrust gently, twisting and scissoring as I feel her from the inside out. She seems to enjoy my slow exploration, though her hips jerk as I find a spot inside of her. When I focus on it, she arches with a gasp. "Right there, beautiful one," she gasps, and I shiver at the pleasure that colors her voice.

I focus on the spot, storking it with my fingers even as I move my mouth away from her chest. I don't stop thrusting even as I readjust, scooting down so I can settle between her legs. I part her hair with my spare hand to expose the hood of her clit before I roll my tongue around it.

I ride her as her hips roll, arching under me as those desperate little sounds of pleasure come faster. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging gently as she urges me on. "Jenna," she gasps, but when I seal my lips around her clit and suck, she roars with pleasure.

The sound makes the hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end, but I don't stop. I tease her with my tongue, feeling her walls clench and ripple around my fingers as the pleasure courses through her. She holds me there for a long moment, riding out the waves of her orgasm until she roars again before slumping against the bed.

I smile up at her and see her glazed eyes focused on me. "She's talented as well," she pants before she runs a hand through her wild hair. She lets her head fall back against the bed with a deep groan. "Come here, beautiful one."

I slide up beside her and smile as she kisses my cheek. "You are an impressive creature, Jenna," she murmurs. "The magic of the solstice is what led you to me, and it does not do so without purpose. I would be a fool to turn away a gift such as you."

I flush at the praise, not sure what to say to that. Bruinda cups my cheek before she pulls my lips into another kiss. I had thought we might be done, but I'm glad to be proven wrong when Bruinda says, "Come, beautiful one. I want to taste you again."

Repositioning is usually such an awkward thing, but she moves me so easily and confidently that I barely notice her doing it. I find myself kneeling over her, and she grabs my hips to move me right where she wants me. I straddle her, my knees falling on either side of her head. I look down at her and see her smirk before she wraps her strong arms around my thighs and pulls me onto her mouth.

I arch with a shout of pleasure as her tongue slides into me again. My eyes slide closed, but I'm all too aware of her heated gaze looking up at me, watching me as I roll my hips, wordlessly begging her for more. She gives it, her tongue massaging me as her mouth closes over my pussy, sucking gently. The wet sounds of her pleasuring me are second only to the feel of it.

One arm loosens from around my waist before she trails her claws up my back. She grabs onto my long hair and pulls my head back. Her other hand holds my hips flush against her, smothering her even as her tongue reaches deep. I arch with a shout of ecstasy as her tongue hits a spot inside of me that makes my hips buck.

Her strong hands don't allow me to move far. Even though I'm on top, I'm pinned, anchored to her as the pleasure overwhelms me. It builds in an unstoppable wave before it crests, making me scream as I cum again.

My hips jerk and buck, helpless in the torrent of pleasure that threatens to undo me. I arch as Brinda's grip on my hair tightens, but she doesn't stop.. Her commanding grip keeps me there, trapped in the onslaught of pleasure as wave after wave crashing through me. I scream again, the pleasure overwhelming me, wiping my mind clean of every other thought aside from the feeling of her mouth on me. I scream again, my passage flooding around her eagerly lapping tongue.

She finally pulls my hips up, and I draw in a ragged gasp of relief, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure throb from my pussy to the tips of my toes and fingers. Under me, Bruinda drags in a breath like she's surfacing water. Then she pulls my unresisting body snug against her side, kissing me with an intensity that makes my already spinning head move doubletime.

When we part, I'm panting and breathless, exhausted in the aftermath of pleasure. Bruinda's strong arm wraps around my shoulder, pulling me so my head can rest against her chest. I settle comfortably against her, one leg hooking over hers as I bask in the afterglow.

Then, I hear a familiar voice from somewhere above "Jenna! Are you hurt? Say something if you can hear me!" Travis shouts.

I blink and look down at my watch - the only piece of clothing I've managed to keep through this encounter. It's a bit of a shock to see that it's nearly five in the morning. I can't stop a small laugh. Guess I got my midsummer's night getting fucked silly after all.

Bruinda brushes a strand of hair away from my face. "My court usually disperses to their own revelries at the witching hour," she says. "Shame that none stayed around to scare him off. Would you like me to?"

I groan and let my head flop against her chest. "No," I say through a sigh. "I'll talk to him." I owe him that much.

Bruinda lifts her arm to let me up, and I slide from her side, but not before I press one more kiss against her lips. The fire has burned down to embers in the hearth, but there's still enough light for me to find the tunnel that slopes up out of the den.

I don't have a shred of clothing left, I'm covered in shallow scrapes and my ass is red as a rose, but it doesn't matter. I've never felt more confident about what I need to do. Light from the neverending dawn shines down the tunnel, and I follow it until I emerge from the den, roots brushing over my bare shoulders.

"Jenna!" Travis gasps and stumbles over a shrub to get to me. He grabs my shoulders and gives me a shake. He smells sour, like stale whiskey and bile. "What the fuck Jenna! I've been looking for you all night! What happened to your clothes?"

I take a step back and shrug his hands off of me. "I lost them," I say simply.

He scowls, visibly unsatisfied with that answer before he strips his sweatshirt off and thrusts it at me. "Put this on," he orders. "Let's get the fuck out of here."

I ignore the offered clothing. "I'm not leaving."

"What? Of course you are. We have a flight to catch in two days."

I shake my head and take a step back. "I'm not leaving," I repeat. "I came up to give you the courtesy of saying goodbye."

Travis freezes, his eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm tired of dragging this on, Travis," I say. "And I think you're tired of being dragged. So, I'm cutting you loose."

He scoffs like he can't quite believe what I'm saying. "You're breaking up with me?" I nod, and his eyes narrow. In the distance, I hear Scott, Blake and Sam's voices slowly approaching. "And you're going to do what, huh? Stay here? Live in a fucking hole in the ground?"

I give a small laugh even as I hear heavy footsteps in the tunnel behind me. "I might." I don't know what the future holds, but I'm excited to find out. "You're free, Travis. Go enjoy it."

He grabs my wrist with a snarl. "Cut the bullshit. Let's get out of here." He yanks, pulling me to him. Fear races up my spine, but I fight back. I grab his hand with my nails, digging into him until he shouts and lets go.

Bruinda thunders from the tunnel with a roar. Travis' eyes go wide as disks, and I can only imagine how terrifying it must be to have a bear charge full speed at you. He doesn't say a word, doesn't even scream as he turns and flees, running through the trees as fast as his legs will carry him. I can't stop a laugh. Watching him go feels like freedom.

Bruinda doesn't chase him far. She lets out a huff at the edge of the small clearing before she returns to me, nuzzling her head up under my hand. She stands and drapes an arm around my shoulder. "Come to bed," she rumbles. "It's been a long night."

I let her guide me back into the den with a smile. "Happy solstice, Bruinda."

She chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of my head. "Happy solstice, Jenna."