The Great Lake, Chapter 3
Evening had fallen around the Great Lake. Stars would not dazzle the sky tonight, as far as Mavis could tell. The cloud cover seemed pretty thick, an indication a storm was coming.
After the wild spectacle that climaxed with her own proud display of autofellatio, Mavis eventually got up and gathered her clothes from nearby, putting them back on. Even if she was alone with these gorgeous people, she had to be cautious on account of her status as a Cursed...Mavis paused at that line of thought as she put on her shorts. She had gotten so used to those two words that she barely noticed it until now. But Siobhan proudly calling herself something different, something positive, made her want to say the same. So she began to let the word "hermie" etch into her head. Regardless, she still had to be cautious if someone more straight-laced chanced upon her. After getting dressed, she walked back to her makeshift camp. She took the time to grab some fallen tree branches for firewood. Before it got too dark, she finally got around to setting up her tent and placing her supplies and clothing there.
Mavis lit a campfire, and it became the only real source of light. She had a flashlight, but she'd rather not use it since it ate through batteries pretty quickly. Looking through her items, she made a dinner out of cold cuts, crackers, and cheese. Her food could last a few days, which was about as long as she wanted to be out of civilization.
As she ate, she reflected on the events of this day. It was unusual enough to stumble upon such a large yet serene lake, without. She was no geography expert, but the absence of any camps nearby seemed strange. But all that followed - meeting Siobhan, witnessing a wild orgy as though it were a daily routine - that was beyond surreal.
At the same time, despite the weirdness of it all, she felt a certain contentment being here. Perhaps it was the weirdness itself, and her participation in it through getting off on Siobhan and wantonly sucking herself off, that made it comforting. For a little while, she could forget about the real world, about Harry and Claire.
Mavis' mind always drifted back to that couple. She was young and her status meant she kept her distance from others. So this was the first time she truly felt heartbreak, especially one that was essentially forced upon by outsiders. Her eyes still welled up on occassion, even after that spectacle. They meant so much to her.
Still, the mere presence of Siobhan here made things a little easier to bear. Just knowing there was someone who not only was like her, but wanted her because she was like her, made her feel warm inside. It certainly helped that Siobhan was exceptional in her beauty. Even now, Mavis could envision her long red hair, the light freckles that adorned her face and chest, her cutting emerald eyes, the slight tan on her skin that enhanced everything, her modest but pretty breasts, her luscious pussy, her impressive uncircumcised cock. It made Mavis' body stir once again, though she did not feel inclined to give in to desire at the moment.
She was rather surprised, going back to those moments. She lost track of how many times she had an orgasm. Granted, her body's unique physiology granted her stamina that, mixed with the unusual amount of hormones, meant she could have for several hours if she wanted to. But there was something odd about that episode in that she felt even more energized every time she came. Like her body was creating rather than dispersing her lust. In that setting, she could probably have sex all day without needing to rest. The thought lingered for a while.
Suddenly, the winds began to pick up. As Mavis suspected, a storm was approaching. She cleaned up the mess from her meal, put up a raincatcher for water on a nearby tree, then extinguished the flames. She struggled for a moment to get her bearings in the near-complete darkness, but she managed to slip into and close up her tent. Moments later, a pattering of rain began to fall. She listened to it intently, and heard it intensify into a hard roar. While the winds were not strong, the rain made her concerned the tent would loosen and collapse, leaving her exposed to the downpour. Surprisingly, it held.
Mavis wasn't sure whether to call it a night or just let the storm pass. Eventually, it seemed like neither was a reasonable option. The temperature in the tent began to rise despite there being no heat source besides Mavis, and she alone didn't give off that much heat. On top of that, the tent became humid. Mavis was curious as to the sudden rise in heat, and felt the lining of her tent. It was quite warm, all around, which meant it was coming from outside. But it was nighttime, and there wasn't that much heat to speak of when she sat out there.
Wanting a clear understanding of the situation, Mavis decided against her better judgment to open the tent just enough to stick her hand out, get a grasp of the air and rain. Some water seeped into the tent, much to her dismay. But the annoyance of being wet in the tent was replaced by the shock of what she felt outside the tent. Bizarrely, as the rain splashed on her hand, it was actually quite warm. There had been occasions where she got caught in the rain of a thunderstorm during a hot day, and even they weren't as warm as this rain. It wasn't quite hot by any stretch, but definitely warm enough that one could possibly take a satisfying shower.
