Miria paced the floor nervously, thinking to herself that he had been gone longer than expected. Bastion was usually only gone a day and a half to check the lands and head to town for supplies. Today marked the third day he had been gone, and she was starting to worry.
"Where is he," she thought. Her mind began to race with questions of where could he be, was he hurt, or maybe just tired of being around her. After all, she has been here with him for three years now. Bastion had saved her after her family was killed by a group of bandits. Though old enough to take care of herself, he refused to leave her there alone.
Miria had admired Bastion from afar, she was of age being nineteen, but she didn't feel he felt the same. She began to help him with the daily chores and doings to keep the cabin clean and the animals taken care of. The gardens had become a way for her to deal with the loss of her family and her favorite daily thing to do. She would notice Bastion watching her and would feel her heart flutter each time.
Miria started to remember one warm night she crept into his room as he slept, thinking she heard something. She learned that night Bastion slept naked. In the sliver of moonlight coming in the window, she stood and admired his tan frame. His body was fairly muscular and weathered by working on his lands. As he rolled over, her eyes outlined his face, his hair black, short almost shaved, his small beard scruffy but well-trimmed. Then her eye glanced to see what made her knees almost buckle, his cock.
Miria swallowed hard, wanting so badly to reach out to him, to take his cock in her hands and worship it. She could feel her virgin cunt tingle and become moist from her thoughts. Sliding her hands up her stomach, she could feel her nipples hardening and her breath becoming a bit heavy. As a moan escaped her, she ran to her room, shaking, and feeling a hunger she had never felt before.
Burying herself in her covers, she touched herself for the first time. Her fingers sliding over her slit, finding her excitement flowing from between the soft untouched folds of flesh. As she slid her fingertip over her clit, she moaned, feeling so good, but wishing it was him, wanting it to be him. Slipping her fingers into her tight little cunt she quickly felt the first wave of orgasm crash against her, shaking, her lips parted and whispered," Bastion."
