Steward of the Wood

"Take that away too," she said, pointing at his boxer shorts. "Coverings are silly, and you will get them wet."

She dived into the pool again immediately after saying that, and Daniel quickly pulled off the shorts. He stepped into the water, submerging to the waist just as she breached the surface once more.

"Come swim with me," she laughed, and splashed him.

Kneeling down, Daniel splashed back. A wide smile spread across his lips, as he realized it was the first time he'd actually managed to hit her with a splash, and he'd been trying since he was a child.

Xantina ducked away from the splash, and then splashed him back. They floated across the pool, splashing each other and laughing. Daniel ducked away from one double-handed splash, and when he turned back, he saw only ripples where Xantina had been.

She revealed her location a moment later by grabbing his legs, and pulling him beneath the surface. Daniel came back up sputtering, but laughing. He felt something touch his legs again, and then slide upward. Xantina's body glided against him, and she emerged from the water mere inches from him.

"I was very sick from the stinky things. You made me better. Thank you," Xantina said, looking directly into his eyes.

"You're welcome," Daniel said quietly, lost in her emerald eyes.

She wrapped her arms around him so quickly that Daniel didn't have time to react. When she pressed her lips to his, he froze at first. It lasted for only a fraction of a second, and then he melted into her kiss, his head swimming.

When their lips parted, Xantina smiled and said, "That is as nice as it looked. I like this kissing."

Her arms still wrapped around him, Daniel was very much aware of her breasts pressed against him. "I liked it too."

"I want to do it again," Xantina remarked, and leaned in to kiss him again. Daniel caressed her back as they kissed, and Xantina followed his lead, doing the same.

"It is just as nice doing it again," Xantina said, snuggling up against him.

Daniel had no words to reply to that, as the only thing his mind could register was the feeling of her body pressed up against him.

Xantina moved back a little and said, "I saw other things that looked nice. Would you like to do those nice things with me?" She reached down as she finished and wrapped her hands around his manhood. "It jumps," she giggled.

Daniel could only nod and offer a husky, "Yes."

Xantina laughed, and swam to the edge of the pool. Daniel followed, feeling as though he were being towed along behind her on the end of magical tethers. She climbed from the water and beckoned to him, sitting down on a mossy patch of earth between her ferns and the pool.

When Daniel pulled himself from the water, Xantina put her hands on his shoulders, guiding him to lie down. "I will do a nice thing for you," she said, and wrapped her fingers around his erection. "I like this. It is soft, but it is hard." Offering a final smile, she engulfed him in her mouth.

Daniel's head lolled back as her soft lips slid down his shaft, all the way to the base. Xantina had watched many couples — very carefully — for many years, and knew exactly what she was doing. Daniel groaned as her warm mouth stroked his manhood so well.

She let him slip from her lips for a moment, and asked, "Does this feel nice?"

"Yes, it feels incredible," Daniel groaned.

"It feels nice to me too. It feels nicer after a while, I think." With that, Xantina sucked him in again.

Daniel's breathing quickened, and his hips rocked of their own violation up toward her softly sucking mouth. Xantina made little sounds of delight around him, increasing the pace of her bobbing head.

Though he'd thought to warn her before it happened, Daniel was so lost in the feeling of her sucking him that he couldn't get the words out. With a warbling groan, he pulsed in her mouth, filling it with his cream.

Xantina let out a squeal of bliss and continued to stroke him in her mouth. Daniel spurted into her throat and growled in ecstasy. At last, he could take no more and pushed her away while lurching his hips away at the same time.

Xantina licked her lips and said, "I like that. It tastes very good. This was very nice."

"Very nice," Daniel agreed in a gasp, and then returned to panting for breath.

"Will you do a nice thing for me, now?"

Daniel looked up to see Xantina softly caressing her perfect, pink folds. Her sex was completely bare of hair. Not shaven, but bare.

"Yes, I'll do something nice for you," Daniel answered. The thought of tasting her overwhelmed his desire to lie on the ground and fall asleep after the powerful orgasm she'd given him.

Xantina lay down and parted her legs wide. He could smell the scent of her arousal long before his lips reached her pink petals. She smelled like spring rain, flowers, and something sweet — with just a hint of musk. When his tongue slipped between her nether lips, he tasted something just as fascinating and enticing. Her wetness was like fruit juice — sweet and intoxicating. Daniel lapped her folds, utterly lost in her.

"Oh, that is very nice," Xantina squealed, leaning up to watch him. She gasped, and then continued, "That is so very, very nice."

Daniel devoured her, his lips and tongue roaming over every inch of her sex. When he swiped his tongue over her bud, she let out another squeal, and her hips rose up from the moss, pressing her folds tight against his face.

Xantina's hips rocked in an ever-increasing rhythm as she built toward climax. Daniel lapped up the constant flood of her juices, his mouth actually filling with enough of the sweet nectar to force him to swallow on occasion. Her sounds of pleasure steadily increased in volume and frequency, culminating in a loud scream of release as she came on his tongue.

Her body quivered beneath him, Daniel hungrily lapped for the flood of milky-white, sweet juices washing over his tongue. When her breathing turned a little labored, he reluctantly sat up to watch her writhe and giggle on the moss.

After a short while, she recovered enough to roll over. Reaching out, Xantina caressed Daniel's flaccid manhood with her fingers. "Does it get big again?"

"It may take a while," Daniel advised.

"I want it big again. I want to do the other nice thing I saw — the nicest one of all."

The sultry sound of her voice and the soft touch of her caressing fingers sent a twitch through Daniel's manhood. He gasped, amazed that he felt blood rushing into his loins, once again swelling him to hardness.

Xantina noticed and wrapped two fingers around him, stroking them up and down. "Make it big again."

Daniel swelled in her hand, and soon throbbed at full erection once more. Xantina again rolled over onto her back. "Do the nice thing for me," she gasped.

Daniel moved to his knees, and in between hers. Reaching down, he aimed the tip of his stiff organ at her opening and slipped inside. They both let out a quavering gasp as he was enveloped in her silken embrace.

Xantina's mouth was open wide, yet the corners of her lips were turned up into a smile as well. Excited little gasps, carrying just a hint of amusement, burst from her lips as she reached up to cradle her jiggling breasts.

Daniel rocked his hips, unable to believe how good she felt wrapped around him. She fit him like a glove, her abundant wetness doing nothing to reduce the heated friction which quickly built them both toward a crescendo.

"Oh, do the nice thing faster," Xantina gasped as color flooded her cheeks.

She need not have asked, because Daniel's rising passions were already fulfilling her request. His mind was a fog of pleasure. The only thing he could see was her beautiful body rocking beneath him, and her face, full of radiant joy. The only thing he could hear was her sounds of delight. The only thing he could smell was the flowery scent of her arousal. The rest of the world vanished, and there was only Xantina — her cheeks, chest, and breasts flushing with color.

"Oh, so very nice," Xantina moaned. The next few words burst from her in a rush as her eyes opened wide in surprised excitement. "So nice. So nice. So nice." The last word transformed into a squeal as her back arched up from the moss, her walls contracted tightly around him, and she came.

The tight squeeze and the sight of her trembling in climax pushed Daniel over the edge. With a grunt, he buried his cock in her warm depths and coated her walls with his seed.

Xantina let out a high-pitched moan of delight and raised her head from the moss to watch Daniel tremble and twitch as he filled her full. Daniel's head fell forward as he ceased to spurt, and Xantina reached down, laying her hand over her mound and tummy. "It is so warm. So warm — and so nice."

"Oh god... Xantina... So good," Daniel said in broken gasps, while her walls continued to contract around him.

After a minute or two, Daniel had to withdraw from her, unable to endure her tight squeeze any longer in his over-sensitive state. He collapsed to the moss next to her and she rolled over to lay her head on his chest.

"I would like to do this nice thing again. Many times," she languidly moaned.

"So would I," Daniel chuckled, his eyelids growing heavy.

"Sleep, Daniel. As you have kept this place safe, so shall it keep you safe now."

Daniel slept. It was the deepest and most peaceful sleep he had ever known. He was sheltered in Xantina's arms, and the greater embrace of her wood — their wood — which closed in around them. Their joining — and the life now growing in Xantina's womb — breathed new life into the wood, awakening it to sprout in abundance.

They, and the fruit of their joining, would be forever more the stewards of the wood.

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My apologies, if Mr. Johanson's use of the word "injun" offended anyone. It is simply what the old man was saying in my head, and I don't argue with my character's dialogue. I would never use the word myself, and do not encourage its use, but things weren't quite so considerate in bygone times. Old Man Johanson is a product of those times, and his speech reflects it.

Big thanks to Roust for his editing. I've been working him to the bone lately, with over 100k words, and he just keeps on top of it. Ye can't as for more than that!