Cabin in the Woods
This is a short little one off story that has been stuck in my head the last few days of two cheaters finding redemption.
Edit: fixing some issues I noticed and making cleaner sentences.
The Cabin in the Woods
By Xan Steel
Life in the suburbs was never interesting for Joan. She lived in a small high-end neighborhood just outside the city limits near the national forest. She was the only cervine in her neighborhood, but they never made her feel out of place. Everyone was friendly and outgoing towards her which let her make a few friends. This kept her busy as her mate was always away on business trips around the world. They had been together for ten years but never had time for a family, and this is something she wanted. Joan's mate, Roger, owned the business that kept them in this high-end lifestyle, but she would give it all up if it meant keeping him closer and having a family.
Joan remembered their times together when they first started out. He would always take her to amazing places to see and eat exotic foods. In many ways, he made her feel like a princess, even though by today's standards she came from a poverty-stricken home. She never understood what he saw in her. She was never given the best education and compared to other females, she wasn't the best looking. Joan would describe herself as what many would say, a nerd. She wore glasses, her figure was more tomboyish, and she enjoyed building computers.
Sadly, over the years they were together, he was becoming more distant with her when he did take time off. When she talked to him about it, he always said it was the job wearing on him. Joan had mentioned that she wouldn't him changing his position in the company if it meant having him home more and not under so much stress. Roger had stated that if there was someone else in the company that he could trust to take over, then he would move on to the position of board member, and have more home time.
Joan was always devoted to Roger, with making sure the house was still cleaned, learning to cook his favorite meals when he did come home, giving him a massage if he needed it to relax. While in general making sure he didn't have anything to stress over when he took time off. Things, however, changed one day, a day during a full moon.
Joan decided to take a morning walk in the forest behind their home on that day. This wasn't unusual for her as she did like to walk in the forest from time to time. However, by mid-afternoon, she came across a cabin in a glade she had never seen before. Joan stayed on the outer edge of the glade while quietly and slowly walking around it. The cabin itself was a log cabin and looked to be made from the same trees that grew in the forest. There was a large stump out front with an ax buried in it and several chopped logs on the side. She noticed that the cabin sat higher up than ground level, which made her wonder if the area flooded during the rainy season. She continued around to the backside of the cabin, she started to notice a deck that had been built, but what she saw next made her stop in her tracks and hide behind a larger tree.
There on the deck was a more considerable sized male cervine completely naked and pleasuring himself in full view of her. His massive frame was well toned with just enough muscle, as she watched his muscles ripple across his body. She looked at his glistening member he was so vigorously stroking. Its length astounded her, and its deep red color she found provocative.
Joan continued to watch until she heard him bellow loudly and watched his orgasm fountain before her eyes. With each loud huff, another shot of his seed springing forth. His wild scent hit her nose like a strong liquor making her heart pound in her chest as she closed her eyes while breathing him in deeply. All this time she hadn't even realized that she was fondling her own sex there behind the tree. She reopened her eyes again when she heard him grunting again, and saw him stroking his long thick shaft anew.
Joan watched him pleasure himself time and again wondering how much more seed could he produce. After his fourth orgasm, she couldn't handle it and took her shorts off while squatting behind the tree, and started to slide her fingers into her, what felt like a virgin unused love tunnel, while her thumb teased her clitoris. The need to get off had never been so strong before, but it made her feel dirty only because she imagined that wild male doing the deed to her, and not Roger.
During this time, she hadn't notice the wind changing direction, and now the scent of her heat had reached this male. Still covered in his own seed, and his member holding its erection. He quietly walked over to where her scent had been carried. The closer and closer he got the stronger her scent became, is when he could hear her moaning in pleasure. With as quiet as he was being, he was able to move around and stand in front of her to watch.
Her eyes were closed as she continued fondling herself while imagining him sliding his meaty shaft in and out of her. With each deep breath, his scent was growing in strength, and so was her peak. It only took a few more finger thrusts into her wet heat to cause her orgasm to spring forth. Joan could hear her orgasm squirt on the ground as her body shuttered gently, however, once she slowly opened her eyes she froze.
He could tell that she was panicking as the only two parts on her that moved was her ears splaying to the sides in embarrassment, and her orgasm as it continued to squirt on the ground.
Being paralyzed with fear prevented her from moving or speaking as her orgasm finished. Joan watched him lean down in front of her as he took a deep sniff of her heat, and then before she could react, plunged his tongue into her, and began to taste her sweetness. Her body reacted the only way it knew how and wrapped her legs around his head in a welcoming way. Her mind conflicted with her, screaming at her that this was wrong and that she belonged to Roger. Her body, however, didn't care and wanted more. It wanted the wild male in ways she didn't know she wanted. She felt him move his snout up under her shirt, tugging at it as she leaned forward and took it off. He leaned in and gave her a deep enforcing kiss to which she got lost in. She felt him move her body around as he laid between her legs, and in one fluid motion felt his slick male shaft slide into her wet love tunnel completely.
Joan cried out in pain as her sex hadn't been used for so long that it tore a bit inside. This male didn't stop and only continued to wildly rut her there on the forest floor. Her legs wrapped around him pulled him back in when he pulled out. He rocked her whole body as she for the first time bit down on his neck to hold herself in place. This caused him to hold her tighter and increase the power of his rutting. Her body was in love, and it was evident as every few thrusts she would orgasm over his thick pounding rod.
After what seemed like an eternity he thrusted deep, hitting the back of her cervix and flooded her inside with a burning heat she hadn't felt in so long while bellowing long and loud. She, in turn, kissed and licked his neck, chest, and under his chin in wild passion.
He continued rutting her again and again. He was insatiable and dominate, yet there was a gentleness to him at the same time. On his final orgasm, he pulled completely out of her and showered her with his seed. He was marking her for himself, and she was too drunk from his rutting to care. Once he finished, he leaned down and began to lick her well-used wetness, and spoke with an exceedingly deep voice for the first time.
"I'm sorry for making you bleed like this, I had not realized you were a virgin. I'm Jonathan by the way," he said,
"Joan and I'm not a virgin, it's just been years since my mate made love to me," she replied.
Jonathan spoke softly while running his hand down her chest and belly, "Such a shame, you smell and look like an angel."
His words embarrassed her as her ears folded back as she gave a nervous laugh, "You males are all the same when it comes to flattery."
He propped himself up on his side and looked at her directly, "My lady I only speak the truth."
Joan looked back into his eyes seeing that there was no betrayal in them. She leaned in and start to nuzzle under his chin in submission. She wanted him in such a way that she couldn't describe it to herself. He spoke again, but in a softer tone, "I'm afraid my time here grows short my lovely angel."
Joan leaned back to look at him, "Can I see you tomorrow?" she asked.
He shook his head no, "Sadly not, as I only come out here once every full moon," he replied.
She smiled back at him before speaking, "Twenty-nine days is a long time to wait." He nodded to her as he helped her stand up. Her legs felt like noddles, and she watched his seed dribble out of her and down her legs. She noticed that it was getting late into the evening as he wished her a safe journey back home.
She was surprised at how much of her energy had returned by the time she got home, and as she came in through the back door, as she put her clothes in the washer. She put a towel through her legs and tied it around her waist as she walked to the bathroom.
She wasn't too hungry yet and decided to prepare a bath to get washed up. Once the tub had been filled, she got in and sat down to soak. She started to daydream about her time with Jonathan as she slowly began to feel herself, and noticed that her vagina was still very much open. Her thoughts ideally drifted around in her head, until they started bringing Roger into her mind. Her ears folded back as a deep sadness came over her. For the first time in her devoted life to him, she had cheated on him with another, that she only knew in name. His seed was in her, and she would eventually have to explain how she got pregnant. Joan wept deeply in the bath, how she wished like hell that had been Roger breeding her so wildly. How she wished he would notice her more.
Then a stray thought she had ignored came to the forefront of her mind. 'What if he was cheating on her.' 'What if he had a side mate that she didn't know about.' The 'What ifs' kept piling on her until she screamed in anger. She wouldn't believe, she couldn't believe, but the thoughts never left her mind.
The next morning she woke up and noticed something was missing. Jonathan's scent no longer covered her body, which she thought was weird as she didn't use a descenting soap. The weirdness continued with Roger, who called to see how she was doing. He never did this in the years they had been together.
Roger spoke, "Hey, how are you doing?" he asked.
"Oh, I'm doing all right. Just trying to find things to keep me busy," Joan replied.
"Not been easy lately?" he asked.
"Surprisingly no it hasn't, but I've taken up walking around the neighborhood to keep my girlish figure for you," she replied as he gave a gentle laugh.
"You look fine the way you are and don't have to do that for me," he replied.
"Oh, you don't want me flabby, not unless I'm carrying a baby," she said with a slight giggle.
However, he changed the subject at that point, "Listen there is a second reason I called. Apparently one of our overseas divisions is having issues, and I have to handle it. So I'm not going to be home next week like we planned."
When Joan spoke, he heard a bit of sadness in her tone. "I see. Well, I hope things turn out okay. I'd ask if you'd want me to join you, but it's always been a no. Just let me know that you made it safely, please."
"I'll do that," he said.
"I love you, Roger," she said only to hear a click on the other side. She stood there listening to the dial tone until it turned into a busy signal. This was the first time he forgot to say 'I love you' and it hurt. She hung up the phone and sat down at the dining room table to drink the rest of her coffee, but she couldn't stop the tears from forming. That voice from last night came back into her head, 'He's cheating on you.' Joan still didn't want to believe it, but it seemed as though the evidence was starting to building.
A week and a half later Joan checked to see if she was pregnant only because she found it weird that she would have a period. As it turned out the test came back negative. She thought for sure that she would be with the number of times he seeded her womb. Maybe perhaps he was sterile, or maybe she was. What if that's the reason Roger was becoming more distant with her.
Twenty-nine days later Joan had walked out into the forest to see Jonathan again. Her heart was both in pain and racing in meeting him, pain because Roger still had not returned home from overseas. When she got to the little cabin in the woods is when she noticed that nothing had changed, but this was expected as he had told her that he only visits here once a month. She met him out back chopping wood that early morning and called out to him. He stopped to look at her and then went to greet her in a warm and loving embrace. His passion showed vibrantly for her as he began to remove her clothes. She didn't stop him, and once she was naked again, he rutted her in wild passionate heat.
Joan began falling in love with Jonathan that day. From his strength, scent, and wild passion for her. She felt desired. She felt loved. During this time everything felt right for her, and this is what she wanted more than anything. He finished by marking her again and then laid next to her while cuddling up to her softly. It was the afternoon when they finished, as he went back to chopping the wood, as she cooked an afternoon meal for them. Neither one putting their clothes back on.
Throughout the day she helped out with the choirs around the cabin, tiding up here and there. Outside she saw what looked like an old garden area, and started to clean it up as Jonathan watched from the deck. She was the most beautiful female he had ever laid eyes on, but even he was in pain. Jonathan held a dark secret that even he didn't want her to find out, but that telling her would come one day.
As the day progressed into night, he rutted her with renewed passion. Each time she bled less from his large size. Feeling him slide in and out of her heat as it rubbed past every sensitive spot inside her, and bringing her to orgasm like no other. Flooding her womb with his seed, and honestly hoping he would impregnate her.
Things continued this way for many months, and even though Roger never came home. Joan was as happy as she could be. There would come a time when she would need to tell Roger that she was leaving him. She didn't care about the money he made, or the lifestyle he kept her in. All she wanted was to be loved by him, and that had completely disappeared.
Sadly, though she wouldn't get that chance as she received a letter in the mail from him with no return address. She sat in the kitchen to read it.
Joan,
I hope this letter finds you well. Sadly I have a confession to make to you. For the last four years, I have had another mate, with whom I have a family with. I'm sorry I never told you, but you always did your best to make me happy, and sadly it just wasn't working out between us.
With that in mind, I'm leaving everything there to you, and have deposited a significant amount of money into your bank account to sustain you or help you move should you want too.
I'm sorry I had to tell you this way, but I could no longer keep you tied to me should you have found someone else.
Best Wishes,
Roger
Joan wasn't sure why, but this letter cut her more profoundly than she wanted it too. Roger had everything she wanted, but she had wanted it with him originally. She looked around at everything they had together. All the happy memories of their journeys to other locations around the world. The tears came full force as she broke down at the table. It hurt to hear that what happiness she thought they had was a lie. A love she thought was real, was nothing more than a passing fancy.
She looked back at the letter in her hand and screamed at it. She didn't care about the money or the possessions. She only cared about the fact that their entire time together was a lie.
Joan stood up from the table leaving the letter laying there and left the house. She needed someone to comfort her, and the only one she knew was Jonathan. However, she forgot that the full moon wouldn't be appearing for another two days.
She stumbled through the woods that night by the light of the almost full moon. Her tears of sadness and anger didn't stop until she came to that cabin in the woods. However, what she saw left her speechless. The cabin had collapsed into a state of decaying ruin. She ran around it calling out to Jonathan, hoping that he wasn't inside, but from the smell of things, this collapse was many years old. Even the garden she had started to clean up was gone.
She spoke out loud, "What is this? What the hell is going on?"
She continued to walk around the place and came across the storm cellar that he had told her to never enter during one of her many visits there. He stated that it wasn't finished and quite dangerous to enter. Looking it over though, it was the only thing in pristine condition. This time though she ignored his words and opened it.
The air that poured out smelled of rot and death. However, she could see there was light at the bottom. She took her time going down the stairs to make sure she didn't fall. Once down there is when she noticed that she was standing in a crypt. The four corners had a three candled candelabras, and in the center was a large coffin. At the back wall was a plaque over the coffin as she went over to read it.
Here Lies
Jonathan Harker
Born 1818 - Died 1858
Joan took a step back from the coffin while shaking her head in disbelief. "No," she said softly. Her tears came back in full force once she realized she had been having an affair with the spirit of a dead male. Her anger built up quickly as she yelled as hard as she could, "DAMN YOU!" She fell to her knees and wept deeply as the only happiness she had ever known in the last few months hadn't been real.
She got up and slowly went over to his coffin and spoke through a strained voice, "Why, why didn't you tell me, huh? Did I not really matter to you? Was this some cruel joke for you?" Her anger spiked again as she pushed on the coffin as she yelled again, "ANSWER ME!"
Joan didn't know that the coffin would be light enough for her to push off it's resting place, and as it hit the floor it broke open. Jonathan's bones scattered across the floor as she went over to where they scattered. She noticed one of them had a sharp pointy end to it and picked it up. She looked at it, and then looked back at the rest of his bones, "If you can't answer me here, then I'll come find you."
Joan raised the sharp bone to her chest just over her heart and pulled back ready to drive it into her body, but just as she reached the peak of the pullback. The bone flew out of her hands and across the room, while at the same time she was pushed against the wall and held there. In the dim candlelight, she started to see what pushed her. It was Jonathan, and he looked like he was yelling something at her. She stayed quiet to see if she could hear him. It was faint, but she started to listen to him. "Don't ever do that again. I'm sorry for not telling you, and I do love you. But don't you ever kill yourself. I'm not worth it."
During this time his voice grew in sound as well as his form, as he stepped away from her and began to pace the room, repeating what he had said. "Damn it, Joan, I do love you, and I'm sorry you had to find out this way. But please understand this isn't something I wanted you to find out."
"Why?" she asked.
He looked at her, she deserved to know the truth, but this was when a third voice entered the room. "It's because my ancestor cursed him for being a male harlot." They turned to see who it was that spoke. Joan saw a female standing at the entryway of the cellar.
"Tamie?" she asked. Tamie was a friend of hers that owned an occult bookstore.
Jonathan looked at her, "You seem familiar to me."
Tamie looked at Jonathan, "I do bear some resemblance to my ancestor Maribelle."
Jonathan's eyes went wide upon hearing that name, as Joan spoke up again, "What do you mean cursed?"
"Maribelle cursed young Jonathan here when he impregnated her while she was married to a wealthy prospector during his time. The prospector waited until she gave birth, and then took the child from her, and dumped her on the street. Saying that she was unfit to be a mother. She then turned to the arts and cursed him and Jonathan. The curse she laid on Jonathan, was much nicer than what the prospector got," she explained.
"What curse was that?" Joan asked.
Jonathan spoke up to explain, "I and all my belongings would only be allowed to have a complete form on every full moon. After which everything would fade away as if it didn't exist." This explained why Joan never got pregnant by him. The next day his seed would just disappear.
Tamie spoke again, "This curse would continue unless he found someone to truly love him, and that wanted to be with him.
Jonathan looked at Joan, as she looked at him as he spoke, "Joan what does your heart desire most?"
She thought for a moment, Everything they had shared together felt real, and in the end that was all she wanted. "What I desire most, is to be loved and not forgotten, like my last mate did. I desire a warm and loving home that is filled with a family. I want you Jon to fill my heart with love and desire as you have in the past." Joan said as her tears started to show.
Jonathan walked over to her and without realizing it picked her up and pulled her into a tight embrace. He spoke himself tearfully, "I shall endeavor to give you all that you desire, and I promise that I shall never forget you in all that I do."
Tamie walked over to them, "Then I'm happy to say the curse has been lifted."
Jonathan turned to her while still holding onto Joan, "Are you sure."
Tamie answered him, "It's still two days before a full moon, and you are holding your new mate. Not to mention that your coffin and bones are gone."
Both Joan and Jonathan looked around and noticed she was right as Tamie spoke again, "Well, I'd say my work here is done, and so I leave you both on your new life." She started to walk towards the stairwell before turning back, "Also don't forget to visit me from time to time, as I'd like to see your little ones when they arrive," she finished with a smile.
As the years past by, Joan had sold the home that Roger gave her, and took all the money he had given her and bought the land in which the Cabin sat on. Life with Jonathan was, in her eyes, the most magical life she had ever had. They had eight kids together, which caused Jonathan to expand the cabin, so everyone one had their own room.
Even though they lived a simple life out in that cabin in the woods, Joan still felt like a princess, and Jonathan was her knight in shining armor.
The End.