The darkness in the room made it hard to make out what was happening within. However, once your eyes adjusted to the shadows in the room, you realize that it’s actually a larger-than-average bedroom. And if you would just listen intently, there were two people on the large king-sized bed.

It was a man and a woman, and they were both naked…

And... well, they were doing more than just sleeping.

“My love, p-please… go faster… harder… I’m close…” begged a low and lusty female voice as she breathed hard in between her words.

The muscular man above her kept moving in and out of her, his manhood tightly gripped by the woman’s wet and luscious walls. He increased his pace and moved deeper into her; his strength being fueled by his fiery passions. This caused the woman to writhe and tremble even more, and he felt his libido rising at the sight of her pained pleasure.

Hero knew she was close, based on her impassioned moans, the wetness of her slick pussy and how her lips were now tightening around his long and thick shaft. It had always surprised him before how they always seemed to move, feel, and think as one whenever they made love, even from the first time they did.

And it still amazed him that it’s still the same many years later…

“My love,” The Left Hand hoarsely gasped, “I’m about to… come… love… come with me… come… with me…”

“Y-yes… YES… H-Hero… I’m coming! I’M COMING! Ahhhhhhh!”

As she exclaimed while she released, her liquids spurting from within her, the man on top of her fiercely buried his full length into her. Hero groaned aloud as his own semen mixed with her juices, their orgasms just milliseconds apart.

For that one moment, the world disappeared for them both and within the next seconds, he slowly settled on top of her, his arms hugging her nude, sweaty, sexy body to his own perspiring, muscled torso. A few more minutes of kissing and fondling later, she settled with a satisfied sigh underneath his right bicep, her arms hugging his wide, well-defined chest to her large, bouncy breasts.

“So, how is your former partner-in-crime? Is he doing well?” the woman asked after both their breathing had settled down to a more normal pace.

“For a supposed dead guy, you mean? Yes, he is doing surprisingly well, my love.”

The female could hear her lover’s smile in his tone, and she found herself smiling as well. “I’m glad, then. He’s one of those poor unfortunate souls that can’t seem to get a break in life. Reminds me very much of another bloke who was like that years ago.”

“I wasn’t doing that bad, love. At least, I didn’t have a father who demanded things that I could not provide,” Hero answered with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

Again, the woman could “hear” Hero’s facial expression in his tone and she laughed in amusement before she answered as she nuzzled the side of his toned torso, “No, of course not. You’ve been a rogue all your life because you did NOT have a father. You don’t even know of any blood relatives who are still alive. In a way, I think you were even worse, back then, than he is now.”

“And now, you believe I’m in a much better situation than he? He’s out there free, while I’m still under the governor’s wing, despite me no longer wanting to be there. I’m not sure how you view our ‘similarities’ but I do know that he may be better off than me in many ways.”

“So, would you like to exchange places with him right now? Live up there in that mountain village, after everything that happened there before?”

Silence…

“I thought so,” she said softly. “I doubt if you will even consider the possibility since even, I can’t imagine living there after all the years we’ve spent together here in the suburbs.”

“We both know why you don’t want to live in such a place, beloved. I sometimes wonder if you have reconsidered it, though…”

“No, Hero. My life is now with you. I can’t imagine having a life apart from you. As it is, this arrangement of you living with your boss while I stay alone and anonymous here at the farm is already intolerable. All the more if I lose you because I return to… No, I can’t. I won’t.”

Hero paused a while before asking a question that had been bothering him ever since he talked to the former Right Hand. “Be honest with me, my love… don’t you ever miss them? Don’t you even have that small inclination to return and let them know the truth… or tell them about the life you have now… with me?”

Her answer did not skip a beat, nor did it have any tone of uncertainty. “Not at the possibility of never being able to come back to you, my love. Worse, what if they use me to find you? No, absolutely not. I would rather turn my back on them than abandon you.”

“The same is true with me, my dearest. I don’t dare let the governor know about you. He may use you as leverage against me just so I would remain loyal to him, whatever happens. And he is the kind to always doubt those who are with him, so I am never safe from his insecurities and fear. He should NEVER… EVER… know about you. I would rather die than lose you to him.”

The woman beside him kissed him deeply and tenderly before speaking her mind, “And they should NEVER… EVER know about you either, beloved. I can’t... must not lose you. Like you, it will be the death of me. So yes, I choose to stay hidden for both our sakes.”

+++

“Yes, I will stay hidden watching you, my beauty. Somehow, I know that this is your way of allowing me a glimpse of you, without making it too obvious to others of how much you want me. And only I can understand that… or understand you…” the lusting man murmured as he continued to beat his erect six-and-a-half-inch dick with his hand.

From behind another tree, another shadowy figure was keeping watch over the newly bathed Diwana as she started to dress herself. He had already feasted on the vision of her naked body several times since the very first time he had followed her home after she would sell her dishes and pastries at the lumberyard.

And in his mind, he truly believed that Diwana was aware of him following her, which is why she would take these baths in the middle of this hidden forest pool. Of course, he never had tried to show himself to her during her special exhibitions to him since he also believed that he shouldn’t be the one to first show how much he wanted her. 

After all, she was the first one to show him her willingness to please him. It should only follow that she be the one to tell him first about her feelings for him.

Funny though, that it never occurred to him that what she was doing had absolutely nothing to do with him. That it just might have been something she was doing for herself? Oh no, he was very VERY sure that she was doing all of this to assure him that she did have feelings for him.

“So yes Diwa, I will wait until you’re strong enough to approach me directly and invite me to your bed where we will finally consummate our love,” the sinewy but short man gasped in glee as he continued to pleasure himself. “I will wait patiently for that to happen. Meanwhile, I will maximize the chances of watching your curvy, smooth naked body from afar and imagining what I will do to it once you come to me of your own free will.”

And again, it never occurred to him that she was in no way a woman who would admit her feelings to any man, no matter how much she liked him. Besides, she's not one to just fall for any man. 

She believed in a connection... sincerity... honesty... something so many people don't get...

No, in his mind she wanted him… lusted after him… but was playing hard to get…

And out of the magnanimity of his heart, he was letting her play her game. But once she could no longer hold back her passions for him, he would make her wish that she never played with his passions.

“Oh no, she will regret playing with me and I will make sure that she remembers her lessons well…” he snarled as he finally felt himself getting closer to his climax, images of his future plans dancing in his head. “I… will… have… you… and no one… else… will ever come… near you… mine… all mine…”

A few seconds later, the man finally came, his seed spurting on the wild grass and foliage around him. He also noticed that the woman he was watching had now picked up her basket and had already left the pool.

He smiled to himself as he zipped his pants up, not even bothering to wipe or clean his hands and dick anymore. “And as usual, she leaves me hoping I will follow her. Well, I will just have to disappoint you again, Diwana. I won’t play your game. But you will play mine in the near future. I’m definitely sure of that.”

+++

Diwana was rushing away from the pool, this time with the more familiar feeling of alarm and danger in her bones. She didn’t understand why but the feeling of being watched while still feeling safe had now been replaced by that invasive, scary sensation of being spied on unwillingly. 

Much as she was extremely troubled over the feeling of being watched by someone she felt was a threat, it would hurt her more that she would lose her special time in the forest due to this unwanted presence.

“I’ve been feeling that for a while now, and I keep telling myself I should just stop if I don’t feel safe for one reason or another. After all, I go to the pool for peace of mind and if I can’t find it there anymore, I shouldn’t keep going back there. But I so love the place… who the hell would want to invade my privacy there and why would it scare me so much…?” the still frightened widow said to herself as she kept walking briskly and steadily.

Diwa kept moving instinctively, knowing by heart this part of the forest, since she had used this area as her place of peace and refuge when life became too tough for her to handle. After all, she’s been doing this since the first time her dearly departed husband had brought her here as a young mail-to-order bride. She knew she could get home with her eyes closed.

But would she safely get home?

Just as her panic was about to trigger a full-blown anxiety attack, she smelled a fire burning from a few yards in front of her. And something was cooking, so she knew it was not the beginning of a forest fire.

Dee walked a little faster towards these comforting and familiar smells. And again, she didn’t understand why but at the sight of the small tent, a canvas-covered motorbike against a large ancient tree and the broad back of a newly found friend sitting in front of a small campfire, it all brought back the feeling of safety to her in a rush.

Diwa couldn’t help it anymore since she knew she really needed to feel safe again, and just seeing him sitting there was already doing wonders to her frazzled emotions.

The anxious widow ran towards the auburn-haired man as if her life depended on it!

And maybe it really did…