Without wasting a single second, I made a hasty decision and aggressively grabbed Bogdan's head, pulling him down for a feverish kiss. "What the-" He began to say in surprise, then grabbed my hips with a lusty chuckle and returned the kiss full force. My fingers wove through the short dark waves on his head, while he pulled me flush against his strong body. I gasped, breaking the kiss when I felt the hard bulge in his pants pressing against my lower stomach.  

He raised an egotistical brow with a cocky smirk. "I knew you couldn't resist my charms."

"Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and fuck me." I swiftly pulled my dark purple shirt off, revealing my red lacy bra and plump full breasts. 

"Oh, we're going all the way, are we?" He seemed slightly surprised but wasted no time at all pulling his own black shirt off, giving me a full view of his tan chiseled upper body. 

Our lips smashed back together in a fit of passion. His silky tongue slid across my bottom lip, requesting access which I granted. I knew we only had about a minute until Becca came in through the door, so I hastily unbuttoned his dark blue jeans, releasing his impressive member. He aggressively bent me over one of the dusty wine barrels, then pulled down my black running shorts and panties.

His tip poked at my dampening entrance from behind, and I quickly turned my head to look him dead in the eye. "This is just a fuck. Nothing more." I sternly stated, while pointing a finger at him. I certainly didn't want him getting the wrong idea.

He smugly smirked. "You say that now, but just wait until you've had 'The Bog-Basher.' You'll be begging to be Bog-Bashed again." He gestured down towards his dick, then swiftly smacked my butt with a pervy chuckle.

I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that...

He began to thrust back and forth, not making it fully in the first time. I wasn't fully wet after learning that I was about to get Bog-Bashed by The Bog-Basher. Just as he managed to completely sheath himself inside of me, Becca opened the door and stepped in, freezing in place with a look of shock and horror. 

"Oh my! Oh, Bogdan go deeper! Go harder! Yes! Yes! Yes!" I began to loudly moan like an obnoxious ally cat.

Bogdan didn't notice Becca. Encouraged by my pseudo enthusiasm, he rapidly picked up the pace. "I knew you'd love it, my sweet little swain!" He grunted while leaning over me, furiously thrusting in and out.

I turned my head to the side and his lips met mine. His large calloused hand sensually slid over my bouncing breasts, then dipped down between my thighs. He began rubbing little circles over my sensitive bud, causing heat to flood in the pit of my stomach. I genuinely moaned into his mouth, giving his tongue the opportunity to invade my own. 

Hot wet slaps, heavy panting, and feverish moans filled the dusty old barn, while the knots in my stomach began to violently come undone. A throaty scream fell from my lips, as my inner walls clenched around his thick hard shaft. Several waves of warm tingles washed over me and sparks flew at the base of my spine. 

My orgasm triggered Bogdan's own climax. He grunted and groaned, and thank the flying spaghetti monster had enough common fucking sense to pull out. He furiously pumped his cock with his fist a few times, spilling hot white ropes of his seed onto the dusty dirt floor of the barn. 

He breathlessly wrapped his big arms back around my small shaky frame and tenderly kissed the side of my temple. We panted there together for a moment, skin slick with sweat, and hearts pounding wildly in our chests. Becca was nowhere in sight. She'd probably taken off quickly after stumbling upon our swiving.

I closed my eyes and rested my cheek against his bare chest, enjoying the intimacy of the moment... Then I remembered that this was Bogdan. My eyes abruptly flew open, and I gently pushed out of his embrace.

Awkwardly, I pretended to clear my throat. "Well, Bogdan, thank you for the fuck." I leaned against the poor old barrel that we'd just defiled, with my gaze frantically searching around for my best route of escape. "Remember, that's all it was. Just a fuck." I firmly reassured. 

He swiftly grabbed under my chin, then slowly ran his thumb over my lips. "It may have been just a fuck this time, but mark my words, little rose, I will win over your heart and make love to you someday." His eyes pierced mine with an unsettling look of intense obsessive determination. He stepped back and began readjusting his pants. "I'm going wolf hunting with a few of the boys from town tonight, and won't be back until tomorrow. Make sure you're inside before dark." He placed a firm dominating kiss on my lips, grabbed his shirt, then walked out with his ridiculous winklepicker boots clomping on the dirt floor.

I weakly slumped against the barrel, nervously biting my lip... Why do I feel like I just made a terrible mistake?

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The late August sun was slowly resigning its golden rays to the growing darkness, sinking closer towards the distant rolling hills of emerald forestland. I creaked open the back door of the little stone cottage, and walked out onto the patio, tucking a strand of my freshly washed hair behind my ear. 

Bunica was sitting in her usual chair, admiring the vibrant colors of the sunset. She had a glass of red wine in her hand and wore a warm welcoming smile. Joy twinkled in her blue eyes, while a look of peace adorned her wise features.

"Ah! Isabelle! There you are!" She happily exclaimed as if she'd been waiting for me. "Come and sit. Join me for a glass of wine. It's my special recipe." She gestured towards a nearly full bottle beside her, beaming with grandmotherly love. 

I graciously smiled. There was something about Bunica's special wine that was just so delicious. I'd seen her add little droplets of something to it before, but I wasn't sure what it was. "Secret recipe" she'd told me.

"Thank you. I'd love to" I said with a small laugh, then sat in the oddly low resting chair next to her. 

Bunica reached under her small side table, where she kept an assortment of various wine glasses and pulled a fancy crystal cut one out for me. The colorful blooms danced in the evening breeze all around us, filling the air with their sweet floral fragrances. The sound of Bunica gently pouring wine, and a few chirping birds were the only sounds I could hear. I sucked in a deep relaxing breath while staring off into the sunset.

Hues of bright amber and pink streamed across the skyline, painting the fluffy lavender clouds with a warming glow. The grapes in the field seemed to sparkle in the light, making the serene scenery appear to come alive with magic. Bunica handed me the rather full glass, and we both smiled, one oenophilic to another. I swished the crimson liquid in circles a few times, then took a sip, savoring the sweet flavor. 

"So, Becca tells me that you and Bogdan had some fun over in the barn today." She casually mentioned.

I abruptly choked... Is she fucking serious!?

"I, well, um, you see, we were just, um-" I started to sputter before she cut me off with loud amused laughter... Someone please, kill. me. now.

"Oh my dear, no need to explain yourself. I was once young and free-spirited too, you know!" She laughed, then took another sip of her wine. "I'm not surprised that Bogdan has taken a liking to you. We don't see too many new faces out here. Especially not one as lovely as yours." 

My face was definitely the same bright shade of red as the wine, even with my summer tan in full force. I awkwardly swirled my pointer finger around the rim of my glass, unsure of how to respond to such a compliment. Bunica was a pretty chill old lady, but I was still pretty fucking mortified. 

"Thanks." I pathetically croaked out, while staring at my wine.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you so much, only a little bit." She whimsically gazed out over the horizon, with her smiling face bathed in the golden light. "I know it's probably just a brief dalliance between you two, But still, I had to tease." She mused. "He went hunting, did he not?"

Grateful for the topic change, I quickly answered. "Yes. Yes, he did. Wolf hunting to be exact."

A strange look of concern and fear flashed across her face. "Wolf hunting?"

I nervously shifted my eyes around. "Um, yes." Thankful for my wine, I guzzled down a big gulp. "He really doesn't like wolves it seems." I casually mentioned.

"No, he doesn't. With good reason though." Bunica replied with a hint of sorrow in her gaze. "His mother, my only daughter, was killed and eaten by them when he was still just a boy." She softly mentioned. 

A brief silent moment passed. "Oh. I'm so sorry." That was all I could say. I wasn't expecting her to share such a personal and sensitive detail, and I was downright awful with emotional sorts of things. "That explains it then."

"Yes, it does." She smiled up towards the sky, then began further elaborating on the heartrending tale. "His father was devastated and had set forth on a mission to kill the beast who'd done it. He left Bogdan with me, marched into the forest with his gun, then never returned. It was many years before Bogdan could fully accept that his father was likely dead too. Now he has this deeply ingrained desire to protect those he cares about from the wolves. He's obsessed with killing them all off, to the point of idiocy." She wistfully sipped her wine, while the breeze danced through her long white hair.

The last rays of sun began to fully disappear, and the moon began to pour its silvery light across the land. "Well, night has fallen. We best be going in." Bunica said, changing the topic, while I stared at the lambent lunar orb.

"I wonder if it's a full moon tonight?" I curiously mentioned, feeling unusually enchanted by its eerie celestial beauty.

"No, that's tomorrow night. Now quickly come inside." She held the door open for me, while I stood up and scurried in.  

I glanced back over my shoulder towards the lunar light one final time, feeling an unexplainable sense of foreboding. As if the moon somehow tied me to some cruel and unknown fate that I was helpless to escape from.

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That night I uncomfortably laid in bed, shoulder to shoulder with Becca, who hadn't said a word to me all afternoon. The room was dark, except for the glimmering moonlight cascading in through the small round window, lined heavily with wolfsbane.

"Well..." Her voice cut through the silence with a toxic bite. "How was it fucking Bogdan?" She bitterly sneered.

I rolled my eyes even though it was too dark for her to see it. Can't a girl get some damn sleep around here?

"He was phenomenal. Never in my life have I ever been so lasciviously ravished in such a carnal way, by such a thrilling man. I orgasmed at least five times. By far the best fuck I've ever had." I lied. 

In all truth though, the best fuck I'd ever had was with this beautiful blond gymnast. She did some wild things that I didn't even know were possible in the bedroom. Bogdan, however, was definitely in with the bottom bunch. He certainly wasn't a bad fuck, but he didn't blow my mind either. Not to mention the weird Bog-Basher thing.

Becca huffed and turned away from me, facing the far wall. I smiled, then laid there, trying to fall asleep in hopes that I'd gotten whatever sexual need I'd been having out of my system, so I wouldn't randomly wake up aroused in the middle of the night again. 

As I began to drift off, the sudden sound of a lone howling wolf seemed to sing to me from somewhere deep within the forest. Its mournful song cried out to my very soul in such a strange and unsettling way. My heart lurched with both fear and longing as I listened to it. I knew it was preposterous, but I felt as though it was desperately trying to call to me as if it wanted me to walk out into the woods and straight into its hungry waiting jaws.

Strangely, I feared for the wolf, hoping that Bogdan and the boys wouldn't kill that particular one. Then slowly, I drifted off to sleep...

And then randomly woke up ridiculously aroused in the middle of the fucking night again...