Poachers were the worst. Not humans. The random kind, the animals that caught a whiff of farm stock and dug under the fences. At the same time, Mina relished the challenge of a stray wolf or fox, since they usually put up a fight when she wrangled them into submission, sometimes saving a chicken or small pig in the process. Doing so got her covered in filth, but that was a good excuse for a bath.
She sighed in the hot water, relieved to be done for the morning. All the animals were taken care of, the wolf had been dealt with, it got a few bites and scratches in, but Mina won the battle, and now she could just settle back and relax. There came several advantages with a bath. One was getting clean, another was the sensation of her muscles relaxing, and the best was taking care of herself. Mina slid one hand underwater and cradled her shaft.
It had given her many problems since childhood. With Monsters lurking around, sharing anything with them warranted unsavoury attention. For a while, rocks were thrown and fists flew, but she figured out a way to handle them; punch back. That worked, though problems piled on as she grew up. That attention turned cruder in her teens. Men ignored what they knew of her to leer at Mina's body, women gossiped about what the bulge they saw in her trousers, and Mina... she fantasised about them all.
Like that girl at the market every morning. Mina licked her lips in memory, the other hand coming to squeeze her breast, substituting it for the market girl's. They shared a similar size, though Mina was slightly bigger. Her nipples engorged with her cock, which filled her hand. Veins swelled with desire, thick and juicy like the rest of her, and pleasure sparked wherever her fingers touched. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. It was embarrassing enough when her mother caught her in the mornings, but having them hear her pleasure was mortifying.
Mina pushed it from her thoughts and stroked as she squeezed. As her shaft filled out, it floated then lifted out the water to stand at attention, level with her face. She grinned at her member, both cursed and blessed for having it, then settled into her familiar rhythm with eyes closed. It would never happen, however she couldn't resist imagining the market girl's hand in place of hers. Were they soft? Rough from field work?
She'd never know. Fantasies were enough for her though, as she groped and stroked herself to a feverish tempo. Morning work was done, but she needed to be ready for the afternoon. With the water, she could imagine her hand as the girl's mouth. Such a sinful, depraved want but one she revelled in like so many others.
The things her priest would hear if she confessed. Mina arched her back, moaning deep in her chest, which quivered with the water. Her sack, normally loose, pulled tight and her cock lurched for freedom. She gave it that, moving onto her femininity. The folds were soaked with more than water and welcomed her touch, before swallowing her fingers to the knuckle.
"Oh god," Mina groaned and thrust into herself faster, keeping pace with the throbbing of her cock. Pre-cum raced down her shaft, lacing the water with her dick juice. She pulled on a nipple, tweaked her clit, and swallowed back the blissful shout that wanted to escape. No such issue burdened her penis, which launched a salvo of creamy, sticky semen across her body. Ropes lined her face and floated in the bath. The rest dribbled out her slit, just as thick as the first shot.
"Hmm, what is it about bathing in this stuff that feels wrong, but so, so right?" Mina asked herself as she cleaned herself. Strangely, she was complimented for her smell most often when she did that, more so than if she used the soap her mother made. Her family was a self-sufficient one, saving funds where possible to spend on more frivolous things or for celebrations. The best part of being on a farm was keeping product for themselves, especially when their animals made the best produce.
"Mina! Finish up in there. We'll be late for the market," her father called up.
"Coming!" Mina replied and stuffed her member into her trousers, which she covered with a long dress, one that helped her cleavage pop out better than it already did. Her gender already led to discrimination, she didn't need people decrying her use of trousers.
Out in town, the market was just setting up for the afternoon. Mina spied the girl she'd just fantasised about and smiled her way, which broadened as she averted her eyes, like she'd been caught doing something wrong. As did the young man she was with. Few people met Mina's eye without looking away an instant later, as though her mere gaze was a sinful indulgence.
"Stop teasing, Mina," Father sighed and put down the last box of produce. Mina did the same, carting around the same weight, if not more. On a farm, gender didn't matter; 'carry your weight or get crushed' was Father's motto.
"Sorry. They make it too easy," Mina said and took to the front. Travellers wouldn't know of her, all they'd see is a buxom farm girl, whose dress was a little tight in all the right areas. Others heckled her with obscenities for it, but in the end she left with money that they could've had if they weren't so prudish. Today saw far more commotion.
Mina tried peering over the throngs, though she didn't have the stature for it. They parted as the clopping of hooves approached, and she saw him; a Duke. Dressed in purple and gold, guarded on all sides, and wielding an air of dignity that only nobility possessed. She withdrew back to her stock, stood at attention to accentuate her chest, and waited. The rest all fawned over the duke, trying to entice with deals and lies about the quality of their wares. But it was Mina who stopped him with a dismissive look.
"What have we here?" He asked, stepping down from his horse to the muck below, uncaring that his garments dragged in it. Mina looked around, as if he couldn't possibly be speaking to her. She knew men, however, and his eyes never left her bosom. Just as planned. After several seconds, she finally looked back in apparent surprise.
"Who? Me? My lord, you must have a fine eye. We have some excellent goods."
"Oh, I'm sure of it. But alas, I can't tear my eyes away from you to look at them," he said.
"Sadly, I'm not on offer," Mina said.
"Yes, sad indeed. Perhaps you would accompany me? I'm lodging just a little ways from here."
"I think not, my lord. I'm needed here," she said, looking at her father. He nodded, understanding that he might need to step in.
"Ah, I see. I shall be around for another two weeks. Perhaps we can negotiate?" He smiled, the joy reaching his eyes unlike the slimy nobles she was acquainted with. She reciprocated, unsure how to react. Most would insist until she 'slipped' and revealed her bulbous trousers. Frankly, it was a miracle she hadn't been executed.
"Perhaps we can," Mina said. He gave her and Father a nod, then rode away on his horse, though not before stealing a final glance her way. Strange man, she thought and continued with the days business.
Just as he'd promised, the duke was back again the next day. And the next, all the subsequent days for a week. After the first few, she let him pull her aside and... talk. Every time she expected to be made an offer for sex, or have her family threatened, but it was just conversation. Somehow, through a means she believed to be magic, he even avoided gawking at her breasts for minutes at a time. Even she didn't manage that in a mirror.
"I never did get your name, my lord?" Mina asked on his seventh visit.
"It's 'My' and 'Lord'. Pretty easy to remember."
She rolled her eyes, "Be serious."
"For you, my dear, feel free to call me Samuel."
"And you may call me Mina."
