Under the Blood Moon

Waking up

2.

15 years later in the forest…

Every limb ached as she woke.

A breeze hit her shoulders, she shifted to pull the covers over her, only to realise there weren’t any on her, there was nothing on her. She was naked, cold, her feet and hands were wet and filthy, and beyond all belief she was outside!

Limping up to her feet, she checked her shockingly dirty body over for injuries, thankfully she found none. Her arms and legs ached as though she had done hours at the Gym, but her head was clear, she felt alive. What the hell had happened last night?

Stretching her long arms up over her mess of knotted red hair, she shook the tangled leaves free, pulling her fingers through the worst of the knots. Shaking her head to help loosen the curls tumbling over her shoulders, she starts to take in her surroundings.

Woods, there are trees all around, no people thankfully, but where was she?

As she starts to walk towards the small path just ahead of her, she stumbles over a small pile of fabric. Looking down she sees that it’s a grey tracksuit with a pair of flip flops folded into the hood. She smiles lifting the soft fabric, inhaling the aroma of wet grass mixed with the deliciously male scent of sandalwood. She felt a pull in her stomach as she breathed in the smell, an instant heat pooling in between her legs.

Shaking herself back into the reality of her woodland nudity, she starts to order why she feels so relaxed, surely it isn’t normal at 18 to wake naked in the woods and not worry that some serial r****t has kidnapped you from your bedroom!

The joggers are soft and warm as she pulls them over her legs, smoothing them down before pulling the top over her head, snuggling into the warmth she pushes her hands deep into her pockets. A small piece of paper crinkles in her right hand, she pulls it out looking it over.

“Thought you might need these, call me when you’re free, S x”

Who on earth is S?

The sun is already shining brightly in the sky as she begins her walk home, wherever that might actually be. Her head is running at a thousand miles an hour trying to figure out exactly what could have happened the night before.

Her life wasn’t exactly exciting, not the most boring, but excitement seemed to skip on by whenever she was around. Always missing the events that her friends would buzz about when she eventually caught up with them. Her days were taken up with caring for her little brother, the family small holding and the animals they kept there and working.

She had finished college a few months earlier, taking a job at the local coffee shop while she decided on what to do next. Her mum wanted her to go off to university, but she craved adventure and a little bit of life.

Each night she would sit up reading adventure novels and travel magazines, imagining where she would go on her very own adventure, before sighing heavily and throwing her books to the floor, realising that she couldn’t leave her mum alone with her little brother still at school.

Her father had left years ago, leaving mum with a mounting pile of debt and no family to help her to take care of the two kids while she worked her way out of it. Four years ago an aunt or some random long-lost relative had died and left them the farm, they had quickly moved relishing the lack of rent, which gave them all a little breathing space.

She had quickly adjusted to looking after the animals and tending to the small crops that they were able to plant in the cold, wet Scottish Lowlands. As a natural redhead she had never minded the weather though, she would burn tomato red the moment the sun came out!

Scarlet…

I wasn’t actually that far from home, leaving the woods I’d spotted the barn at the back of Lou’s farmhouse almost immediately. Smiling I’d pulled my hair into a high ponytail before starting to jog along the familiar road. Lou had shouted hello as I ran past, he called me over to let me know that the foxes were back, he’d lost a handful of hens overnight. Would I let my mum know so she could protect our own flock against the sneaky orange buggers? I laughed as the older man went into his familiar fox rant before turning back to the road and continuing on to our small holding.

Mum had already headed out to work when I arrived home, as a sous chef at a popular local restaurant she worked long days with early mornings par for the course. My brother and I looked after our little farm, a few animals and lots of fruit and vegetables. Those we didn’t eat Mum would sell to the restaurant and a handful of locals. It had been hard when we were younger, Mum had struggled after Dad left, but after we moved to the small holding things fell into place quickly, she was lays busy and the nights where

we could hear her sobbing through the walls slowly stopped.

“Andy” I shouted as I walked through the kitchen door “Andy, you up yet?”

My younger brother Andy already stood a foot taller than me at 14, his shock of bright red hair brought him even more attention as he roamed the corridors of the local secondary school. He was strong and clear skinned from the hours we spent working outside, a small group of girls would follow him whispering their plots to get his attention from 9 till 3 every day. He hadn’t yet reached a point where he cared yet.

“S’up sis” he grunts as he walks into the kitchen, hand firmly buried in the red nest sat on top of his head.

“Lou says the foxes got his hens last night, can you check in on our girls while I jump in the shower?” I motion at my overall yuckiness to elaborate.

“No probs” he nods before heading to the fridge to raid it for breakfast “any chance mum brought any leftovers home last night?”

“No idea kiddo, but don’t eat them all if she did, I’m freaking starving this morning!”

I leave him to his foraging and head upstairs to the family bathroom, stripping after I close the door, the full-length mirror reveals the

extent of my filth.

My skin is a natural porcelain, but as a redhead I have my share of freckles, to be fair I have a few other people’s share as well. My face is speckled with the tiny flecks, my pale green eyes are framed with my long red lashes, I usually add a little colour here to really make that emerald-green pop. My lips are naturally pale and soft, spread in a wide smile they frame my

straight white teeth. “All the better to eat you with” I chuckle as I run my index finger across their enamel. Urgh, I need to brush them as soon as possible, I don’t know what I ate last night but I can feel flecks of it stuck in my gums.

Moving down my body I feel a few little grazes on my neck and shoulders, I must have taken a tumble in the bushes at some point. There’s a smudge of dirt on my left breast that looks a little like a paw print, I brush the loose soil free, my fingers brushing across my n****e, as the pad of my thumb grazes over the plump pink flesh the earlier heat pools in my groin again. What is wrong with me today? Every touch and scent are driving me wild.

I reach into the shower, turning the water to warm through before I step in.

“Going to see to the Hen’s” Andy shouts up the stairs.

Turning back to the mirror, I see my flat white stomach, it’s unmarked, I run my fingertips over the skin as I turn to see my rear, the heat pooling in my stomach and groin is building as I let my fingertips draw over the tight flesh under my belly button. As my rear becomes visible in the mirror the true depths of my roll in the mud are apparent, I am filthy!

I step into the hot water of the shower, taking the soap in hand I build a lather before spreading it across my body. The heat in my body only builds further as a spread the hot bubbles across my soil encrusted skin. Between my legs I feel my c**t pulsing, begging for my finger, for release.

The second my fingers slip between my lips a gasp breaks the silence of the shower room, as I push downwards the gasp deepens into a groan, my back flattening against the cold tiles of the shower cubicle. With one hand firmly holding my left breast I let my right hand explore my aching c**t, the hot water allowing my fingers to slide up and down against the pulsing nub. I tilt my head into the streaming water losing myself to the sensations burning throughout my body, a little tweak to my n****e causes my legs to close around my rapidly moving fingers, pushing my hips against the palm of my hand, I arch myself forward to allow a finger to slip deep inside my aching v****a, feeling the virgin canal gripping against the intrusion, my thumb keeping the pressure against my c**t as I writhed against myself. The heat blooms spreading across my abdomen, shooting upwards in flashes as the sensation overtakes my whole body and mind. As my climax hits me, my head empties and my knees buckle, my legs clamped around my wrist I slowly slide down the tiled wall.

Hearing the kitchen door opening again I shake my head and stand back up, finishing my shower by washing my hair.