Lost in the forest.
The dark canopies of the trees closed overhead, leaving only rare rays of the setting sun. Lera had been walking for several hours, but the familiar path was nowhere to be found. Her heart pounded wildly—she realized she was lost.
"Damn it!" she cursed, feeling cold sweat trickle down her back.
The wind rustled the leaves, and somewhere in the distance, branches cracked. Lera froze. Someone was coming.
"Hey!" she shouted, but only silence answered.
The footsteps grew closer. A tall man in a dark jacket emerged from behind the trees, a hunting knife on his belt. His eyes slowly slid over her figure, lingering on her exposed legs and the deep neckline of her tank top.
"Lost?" His voice was low, slightly hoarse.
Lera nodded, biting her lip involuntarily. There was something dangerous in his gaze...
"I can help," he stepped closer, and she felt the warmth radiating from him. "But help comes at a price."
She wanted to step back, but her back pressed against a tree trunk. His fingers slid along her waist, and a fire ignited low in her belly.
"How... how can I pay?" she whispered with fear, understanding she had no choice anyway.
His lips pressed against her neck, and his hand slowly slid under her skirt.
"You already understand..."
His lips burned her skin, and his fingers were already sliding under the thin fabric of her panties. Lera squeezed her eyes shut, feeling her body betray her by responding to this caress with heat low in her belly.
"You're trembling..." he whispered, touching her wet, excited pussy. "Scared?"
"No..." she exhaled, but her voice broke.
He smirked and sharply turned her to face the tree, pressing his body against hers. Rough fingers dug into her hips, pushing her skirt up and exposing her ass. He tore her panties and slapped her buttock, making her moan.
"Then show me how much you want me to save you."
Lera felt his hard cock pressing between her legs. She arched her back, offering herself. Shame mixed with desire, and from this wild contrast, she grew even wetter.
"Yes..." she whispered. "Please—" she began to rub against his rock-hard cock, smearing her slickness over his pants.
He unzipped his pants, and his hot flesh touched her skin. One sharp thrust—and he entered her deeply, making her cry out from surprise and pleasure.
"Quiet," he whispered, grabbing her hair. "Or someone might hear..."
But Lera no longer cared. She yielded to every movement, feeling her body fill with heat. His hands squeezed her breasts, and his lips bit her shoulder, leaving marks.
"You're... so tight..." he rasped, quickening his pace.
Lera could no longer hold back her moans. Her entire body shuddered in anticipation of release.
"Come for me..." he commanded, and that was enough.
A wave of pleasure washed over her, and he, groaning hoarsely, filled her from within.
They breathed heavily, pressed against each other. He slowly slipped out of her, adjusted his clothes, and grinned:
"Now let's go. I'll lead you... if you want more."
Lera licked her lips. She knew this wasn't the end.