Erotica Anthology #12

#71

Forager Girl

Tila hears the sound of birds chirping from the distance as she makes her way through the forest. The trees are tall and green, and the further she hikes through the hills, the lusher it becomes.

The girl wears a simple rugged dress and a pair of old combat boots, which is suitable for navigating through the twist and turn of the forest’ path. Her dress is made out of patches of different old canvas fabrics sewn together. It stops just right above her knees, close enough to her s*x to reveal the bare skin hidden underneath. Her family is poor, so poor that they can’t even afford the luxury of underwear. Her p***y is way too sensitive for its own good though, so every time she walks she can feel her labia lips brushing together until she becomes fairly damp. Tila tries to ignore the sensation most of the time, thought she has to admit that it can be difficult at times. Especially in this type of condition, where the wind softly blows ever so often through the area in between her legs, the sensation against her sensitive lips making her squirms. Whimpers echo through those lovely lips of hers so often that it almost sound like she’s only foraging into this forest just to rule men out and get f****d.

It’s not rare for her to encounter other people while trying to gather materials in the forest. Most of them are men, armed and dangerous, with bodies much burlier than her. She can be easily overpowered by them, if they so choose to, which is why she tends to avoid them whenever it is possible.

It takes a while to hike the hills. She manages to get to the location where she wants to go, only earning a few light scratches on her exposed arms and thighs. There’s a very old, thick tree growing on top of the hill. Next to that tree and the small cliff, a path of edible flowers grow over there. It has been weeks since the last time she picked off from this location, which means there’s already a new batch of new buds to take their place. There are also some wild edible mushrooms that grow near the old three, so she makes a mental note to pick those off later as well.

Tila crouches down next to the patch of flowers, happily humming as she picks the flower buds one by one and deposit them into the drawstring bag at hand. She is so focused in picking up the flower that she doesn’t even realize it when a large snake makes its way toward her, sliding it’s thick head through the gateway of her kneeling legs.

The girl whimpers out a moan when something thick and slippery brush against her bare p***y lips. One of the things that always amaze her is the fact that she never really grow any pubic hair, despite the normality of it for girls her age. This proves to bring too much trouble for her, because that means her p***y remains as sensitive as it will ever be.

When she finally looks down, she spots a black and yellow snake peering up to her in greeting. “A-ah, h-hi, Nuada,” she lets out a soft moan, p***y clenching as the snake makes its way to slide the rest of his body through, causing a wicked sensation of scales against p***y lips. The snake is not dangerous, and his scales as not as sharp as to harm her delicate flesh. In fact, the snake is actually a friend of hers.

Tila doesn’t have many friends. Even amongst a small village of poor villagers, her family is still the poorest. They are knee deep in debt, actually, which is why she and her father are often shunned by the people. In times of loneliness like this, Tila often ran to the forest. It was about ten years ago that she ran into Nuada. He had only been a small snake then, no thickinger than her thumb, and no longer than a palm. She had been alerted at first, but when the snake didn’t attack, Tila thought that it was cute. The next time she visited, it had greeted her in passing, sticking out his tongue before darting away. Ever since then, they had often crossed path many times. Tila likes to think of him as a friend, and even named him after a well-known warrior of their land. Her life was a little bit less lonely after her first encounter with the snake.

Nuada slides one last time, the tip of his pointy tail brushes against her c******s as he passes through the gap in between her legs, causing her to shiver and shriek in return. The snake darts his tongue out a couple of time, as if happy and satisfied with his way of greeting her. He must think that it’s fun to tease her delicate flesh like this, though she doesn’t think he really knows what it means for her body. A drop of glistening juice lands on one green leaf beneath her parted legs. When she takes a closer look, she realizes that she has also managed to get some of her juices on the snake’s back, making her fluster in response. Though now that she takes another good look at the snake, she finally realizes that his skin looks even more brighter in color than the days before. He had felt even smoother on her down there, too. Which only means….

Tila rushes to his nest, which is located just at the opposite side of the old tree, where some part the ground that conceived a little bit, exposing its thick roots all around the head-sized hole. Just as she suspects, she can find a shrivel of shed in there. The girl picks it up and path off some dirt and leaf, before examining the newly found material. Snake sheds are viewed as a high commodity in the market. If she sells it, she’ll get enough money to pay off a good chunk of their debt, as well as getting her and her father through the winter.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asks as she puts it inside her bag.

The sun hangs high in the sky by the time she makes her way back to her house. Well, it’s more like a shack made of out old, rickety wood planks. Her father had inherited it from his grandfather, and the old things is way past due in getting some upgrades. It’s so old that when the last flood arrived, it had almost washed it over while she and her father was still sleeping inside. As a result, the shack was no longer standing upright, but tilted back just several degrees off. There were holes in the ceiling and front fondation now, and the only thing to be amazed by this is fact that it is still standing. Tila finds herself praying everyday that the ceiling won’t collapse on top of them while they are still inside.

When she steps in, however, she’s not only greeted by the sight of her kneeling and beaten father, but also a group of burly thugs. Wait, no, these are the debt collectors. She recognizes the face of their leader as the man who had often lead his man to her house several times on the occasion before while she hid at the back of their house. Her father always make sure that she’s not inside the house when the debtors come, not wanting her to get sold off. But it seems like he misses the chance to do so this time, having literally been beaten with the debtors.

“Father!” she cries out, trying to run to him, but a large strong hand catches her by the upper arm, preventing her from going any further.

“Ah, this is your daughter, correct? Just in time.” The leader tips her small chin up so he can inspect her further. “And what a pretty little thing you are. Pretty face, pretty body too, I bet.” He licks his lips menacingly.

Without a warning, he grabs the front of her dress and instantly rips it in half, exposing the creamy white skin hidden underneath. Her supple breasts come pouring out, the pink n*****s immediately grow taut thanks to the cold air around them. The man inhales her scent deep, before grabbing her by the thighs and spreading them open. Pink p***y lips greet his sight, and the group of men behind him suck in their breathes. “No!” Tila shouts, but the man is already one step ahead of her, sticking a digit inside her tender heat. She screams even louder when the dry, tight channel is being forcefully stretched by the man’s finger, having never been inserted in any way or form before. The pain alone is an enough dead giveaway to tell that she’s obviously a virgin, though her still tight and smooth p***y lips is also another obvious telling sign to the man.

“A virgin. She’s fetch a high price for sure,” he states, before twisting his finger inside her in an attempt to “inspect the good”. “If you sell her to me, I’d be sure to clear off your debt, old man,” he statement is directed more to her father this time, though the leader doesn’t even bother to turn his attention away from this lovely p***y before him, too busy playing with her sweet spot and drawing out mewls of cry from the sweet little girl. No, not a little girl. She’s definitely a budding young woman, just ripe enough for the picking. And to think that her father had been hiding her from him this whole time. Even in the city, he doesn’t think he’d find a girl this beautiful and responsive so easily. And the way her p***y clings around his finger…. f**k, the thought makes him hard instantly.

“No, don’t touch my daughter! She has nothing to do with this,” the father cries out. Even beaten with a swollen face, he’s still trying to prevent the inevitable from happening. One of the lackeys grab him by the shoulder, forcing him to stay in place. The father winces from the pain, apparently having sustained an injury at his back. They force him to watch on as their leader begins loosening the front of his trousers, letting out a thick engorged member to spring out from its confines.

Tila stares wide in shock, having never seen anything quite like it before. It’s very thick and very long. His size is twice the thickness of her arms put together, and it stands even higher than her head. She can see it twitching under her stare, looking like a live animal.

“First time seeing a c**k, little girl?” The man sniggers at her reaction mockingly, then cups each mount of her breasts before he starts sucking. The girl screams in response, disgust crawling all over her skin. He backhands her to shut her off, then picks her up and wraps her legs around his thighs, before he starts descending her p***y onto his c**k. He’s usually the type of men to f***s women from the back, but for this virgin, he wants to f**k while facing her, wanting to see everything when he takes that sweet cherry of hers.

Offer snake shed