She slowly regained consciousness. The heat from the burning wreckage roused her. She tried to stand and barely managed to get to her feet. She was dizzy and weak. And she hurt. She staggered away from the wreck. Then she fell. She lay gasping, too dizzy and weak to try again.
The shaggy figure watched her. A storm was coming soon. She would surely die if left where she had fallen. The figure moved carefully out of the shelter of the trees and crouched over her. Her eyes were open but not focusing well. She was picked up and carried deep into the woods. She pushed weakly against the strong arms that carried her, then sighed and lay quietly. The snow was falling and the wind beginning to howl through the trees. She moaned and moved closer to the shaggy form carrying her. The strong arms tightened.
She was carried to a hidden cave, through the twisting passages to a large open chamber. She was laid gently on a low cot covered with furs. Gentle hands loosened her clothes and covered her with some of the furs for warmth. She was watched over until she recovered enough to wake completely.
Her first sight when she awoke was the shaggy form that had carried her into the cave. Startlement gave way to resignation. She had been kidnapped by Bigfoot. It motioned for her to follow. She was shown a bathing chamber and privy. Then she was left alone. She gratefully stripped out of her torn clothes and eased into the pool. The water was wonderfully warm. A sound made her look around. The creature had a bundle of cloth in its hands. It put the bundle down at the edge of the pool and watched her for a few minutes. Then it left. She had not been able to tell if it was male or female. The bundle held towels and soap and clothing of sorts. She gratefully scrubbed her battered body. There was some sort of current in the pool. She watched the soap bubbles disappear under a rock wall. She soaked until her muscles felt loose and the pain eased. She got out of the pool, dried off, and wrapped herself in the robe.
The creature appeared and again motioned for her to follow. She was led back to the large chamber and given water and food. She looked up at it.
“Thank you,” she said softly. The creature watched her for a moment. Then it straightened up to its full height, nearly seven feet. Its hands suddenly went to its head and lifted off the shaggy head. “Oh!” she exclaimed softly. The rest of the shaggy suit followed. She was looking up into deep blue eyes. Long black hair swirled around muscular shoulders. He was breathtakingly handsome and completely nude. “Why?” she asked, gesturing at the costume he had shed.
He smiled slightly. “Protection,” he said softly. His deep voice held a subtle accent she could not identify. He held up the head. “I am myth,” he said. And smiled. She forgot to breathe. He sat down near her. “You do not fear me,” he said.
She gave in to her impulse and stroked his hair. “No,” she said. He leaned toward her and kissed her. A light touch of the lips that deepened and expanded until he held her tight to his chest, kissing her hungrily. She yielded to his embrace, feeling his strength holding her.
Suddenly, he pulled back and let go of her. “I apologize,” he said. Then he left her alone. She sighed. His kiss had been arousing. And confusing. Who was he? She sighed again. A sudden stab of pain in her head reminded her how she had gotten here. She lay down among the furs and drifted off to sleep as the pain in her head eased.
He stood in the shadows, watching over her, struggling with his almost overwhelming desire to possess her. When he was certain that she slept, he moved closer to her and sat on some furs nearby. During the night, she became very restless, tossing, turning, moaning. He moved to kneel next to her. He softly stroked her hair, murmuring softly. She moaned. And wept in her sleep.
He softly gathered her into his arms. She turned to him and settled against him. He kept stroking her hair, comforting her, feeling her tears on his skin. She sighed in her sleep. Her tears slowed and stopped. He started to lay her down again. A small sound of protest. Her arms went around him and she clung to him. He smiled slightly and eased down with her, her head on his shoulder. He held her through the night.
She awoke in his arms to see his deep blue eyes watching her. She remembered her nightmare. She sighed and kissed him. His arms tightened around her. She felt him beginning to swell against her. She caressed his lips with her fingertips. Her nipples hardened. She kissed him again.
He rolled over onto her, pinning her under his heavy body. She stretched against him, holding him tight. He eased her robe off her body. His hands on her bare skin made her tingle. He caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples harden under his hands. He stroked her, aroused her, kissed her hungrily. She felt his erection grow hard and hot against her. She moved under him to open herself to him. She felt him begin to enter her. She arched up against him. He was huge! He eased into her, stretching her, filling her. The hot friction of his long, slow movements sent waves of pleasure through her. She was soon writhing under him, grinding her hips against him.
A sudden, hard thrust deep into her. She gasped, arched, and climaxed, throbbing hard around the massive erection thrusting into her. His thrusts became harder, faster, deeper. She moaned and thrashed. The friction of his huge erection moving in her increased, became hotter, more intense. She quivered and throbbed, her body becoming more and more tender as he kept plunging hard and deep into her. Another hard, long orgasm. He kept thrusting into her. Another climax. Another. Then he pulsed his hot, burning climax deep into her throbbing body. She lay panting under him.
And she smiled into his eyes. He was still hugely hard in her. He started to ease out of her. She clutched his hips. “Please,” she whispered, “again.”
He kissed her gently. “If I do not stop now,” he said softly, “I will not be able to stop for a long time.”
She felt him pulsing in her, hard, hot, enormous, filling her. “Please,” she said, “again.”
He pushed hard into her. She arched up to him, throbbing in sudden climax. Again, a hard, deep thrust. She writhed under him, clutching his hips, urging him into her. His movements became harder, deeper. She moaned, writhing under him, feeling his immensely hard, thick, long erection rasp in her, making her quiver as rivers of pleasure poured through her. A sudden, savage, twisting thrust. The ripping motion made her thrash and scream. Another excruciating, twisting, savagely deep thrust. She arched and screamed again. He kept on as she thrashed and screamed. And climaxed again and again. Long hours, he thrust hard into her writhing, throbbing body as she screamed and screamed. And climaxed. His climaxes burned hot and deep into her again and again. He took her until she was unable to scream. She trembled, quivered, throbbed, and climaxed, thrashing, writhing under him until his final climax burned deep into her with her own climax throbbing hard around him.
She lay limp, sated, exhausted under him. Her body was aching, quivering in pleasure. She stroked his face as he finally, slowly withdrew from her. He held her warm body tight against him.
“Oh, you have given me such pleasure,” he murmured, stroking her hair.
She kissed him gently. “And you have pleasured me magnificently,” she whispered.
Sadness touched his eyes. “Now I must give you back,” he said.
