Hi there, Finn here. This is the first of my collaborations with Twitter artist @ENMTOONZ (also known as DJUnderground123 on Patreon). I've been a follower of his work for a while and during a conversation with him earlier this year, I dropped that I was an author, showed him a little of my work, and the rest is history.
Check out his art - and the art that inspired the story I wrote - on Twitter (the link is included below.
All of my life, I have searched for a land
Like this one
A wilder, more challenging country
I couldn't design
Hundreds of dangers await
And I don't plan to miss one
In a land I can claim
A land I can tame
I approached the river from the north. The terrain reminded me of the woods back home, but there was no village nestled against the waters ahead. No millstone turning from the force of the falls I could hear nearby.
As much as a village had its perks, this voyage was worth it. I was thrilled to have left the constraints of society behind, and I was lucky enough to have found a worthy bedmate in Thomas. After all, the other men were a bit too rough for my tastes. After I rescued him, he was like clay in my large, capable hands. I didn’t even need to lay on the charm. It was clear he was smitten and more than willing to swallow the lion’s share of my seed without force.
After the storm, it had been smooth sailing and no one bothered us much. I buggered him as often as I liked in my room. He was a little clingy, but I was hard and he had two willing holes. I made deposits regularly in both, only venturing out to encourage the men and retrieve sustenance for the two of us. I was the captain, and no one questioned me.
Once land was sighted, I dressed quickly. Thomas begged to come with me, so I told him to meet me on deck. I guess he couldn’t get enough of me, but I was eager to find a place to bathe. I had gotten used to the smell, but out in the fresh air, it was obvious I reeked of sex.
I surged ahead of him and the others, happy for the solitude. Finding the falls quickly, I slaked my thirst. But I wasn’t alone. A shadow danced in the reflection of the water in my hands. Someone was watching me.
Who was I to deprive an audience of a good show?
I wondered if Thomas had followed me or if it was a native scout. Imagining the stranger’s dark muscles, my dick hardened in my breeches. I kicked my boots off, removed my armor and slipped out of the rest of my clothes. Leaving a knife sheathed against my ankle, I left my musket onshore within reach, and waded into the cool water of the pool below the falls.
I dove into the deep water, submerging completely to get my hair wet. Under the surface, I ran my hands over my body and through my hair to rinse the sweat off. Kicking back over to where I could touch, I stepped into the shallows, my cock just visible at the waterline. Reaching down, I pulled the foreskin back and rubbed my head a few times, cleaning off the remnants of sex that had collected after weeks at sea. By God, it felt good. Thomas was going to get a treat tonight.
Changing gears, I ran my hands down my back and stretched my cheeks open, letting water reach inside my hole. I had never been breached, but Thomas liked to lick me there. I slipped a fingertip inside and rubbed the tender flesh at my opening. I felt my dick plump at the sensation. Maybe I’d let Thomas play a little more back there.
I held my arms behind my head, flexing my arms and letting my torso stretch. I had forgotten I was being watched until I opened my eyes and saw…a woman.
I couldn’t help but blush. I thought this whole show had been for a man. I swallowed my disappointment for now, and wondered what she wanted.
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