“Twinny, I’m sorry, I’ll have to call you later, ok?” Eron said, suddenly conscious of a known smell approaching him from behind.

“Everything ok?” she asked worriedly, as it was her usual habit to make sure her twin was alright.

Especially now that he had decided to stay away from his childhood home...

“Yes. I’ll get back to you soon, I promise.”

“You better,” she said with a smile, finally dropping the call.

Eron listened carefully to the crackling of the leaves, getting lost once more in the scent that was now an immediate trigger to the memories of what he saw at the pool.

How her wet, long, black hair fell on her body half-covering her back and full breasts, making him want to move it aside and have a taste of the luscious body that, after a first look, he now craved like water in the desert.

He felt his dick getting hard once again and tried to control himself before she was too close to notice.

“Come on, Eron! Really?” he told himself, now blushing. 

Who could have thought that the second son of the head of his clan, and the right hand of a criminal organization, could have his pulse raised and his cheeks reddened by a lady that he just met?

“Get a grip, man!” Eron kept scolding himself. 

He abruptly got up and paced, so suddenly that the lady paused in her walking, having second thoughts for a moment.

“Diwana, what are you doing? You just met him today… He still hasn’t seen you; you still can leave!” the confused woman thought. 

Of course, she was unaware that he knew perfectly well who was near him. He knew even her exact position and distance from where he remained standing, although he was making it look like he was just checking the food cooking on the fire.

“But, on second thought, there’s that feeling… Come on, Dee… maybe we should follow our instinct and just get to him…” 

And just like that, she kept walking, slowing down when she was about a few feet from him. Diwa then allowed her senses to enjoy him in the only way she could for now: devouring him with her eyes in the very discreet way that her self-doubt - especially with this gentleman - was allowing her.

His muscled back was a treat, especially since he was wearing a thin and tight shirt. With each small movement of his body that he secretly made on purpose, she could enjoy the sight of his well-defined torso in almost full detail, imagining how it would feel to wake up in the morning beside his drool-worthy physique. Heck, how would it feel like to climb on top of him in the night, and feel how his hands would go tight and strong, then soft while caressing on her skin?

By now, Eron could perfectly smell not only her natural scent but her lustful thoughts, with slight surprise. Soon after, he was smiling while still trying to control his own exhilaration.

His thoughts: “And here we are again. How is she causing me such strong feelings? I need to either find some semblance of control or some kind of release. Damn it, if she wasn’t the lady she is, I would take her right here, right now… But no. No, Eron, she IS that lady. BREATHE! And focus on trying to find out what she’s doing here.”

And with that, still careful that the huge pulsing bulge in his pants was not the first thing she would see as she approached, he half-turned, genuinely surprised that she would come near, yet faking surprise to see her there.

“Diwana! Uh… hi,” he said, scratching his neck. Yes, the handsome, big-city guy could be shy too, and that surprised him.

“Oh my God! He just turned! Dee, he probably saw you checking on him! And now, what the hell reason are you going to tell him for being here!” Diwana’s mind panicked and made her blush more than she was comfortable with.

Now he was sure that she was lusting over someone, but quite unsure if it was really for him.

“Oh Goddess, now she blushed. She is the cutest, sexiest thing I’ve seen. And she’s still lusting for... But, why? Is she in heat? Is it her remembering someone else? I hope it’s for me, but I... Don’t be so full of yourself Eron… it can’t be you… can it?” he thought, checking her in the same discreet way that he would skillfully analyze an enemy, without ever being even noticed.

“I…” she said, her cheeks still naturally tinted red, and she looked down with a shy smile that was unknowingly melting the puzzled guy in front of her. “Sometimes I like to walk around, you know… it’s refreshing and relaxing..."

She paused as her brown eyes left his hazel ones, looking around now and realizing what she was seeing... 

"Jack was not lying, you really are camping directly in the forest…”

“Yeah… He offered me a space in his campsite, but I don’t think I can fit in there… So, I came back to Scorpia here.”

“Who?” she said, now surprised, suddenly thinking he meant a weird pet.

“Oh, please, come closer. I’ll introduce you to Scorpia. I promise I won’t bite,” he said, with a smirk on his face, while a wink escaped as well before he could avoid this one usual and pretty much subconscious charming move.

And now, because of it, he was kicking himself inside his head.

“Good job, Eron, she will definitely misinterpret you now. That’s exactly what we needed!”

But then, she smiled some more, maybe blushed a little more, and walked towards the hand that he gentlemanly extended to help her not fall or stumble over any of the nearby tree roots.

For the first time, their bodies made physical contact.

And a distinct spark went through both of them...

But, despite both pausing and looking at each other’s eyes, they dismissed the sensation with any weird, “logical” explanation their minds could create at that moment.

“That can’t be THE sign... Like the one twinny mentioned... or is it?” Eron thought. 

“That can’t be a sign… he wouldn’t like me… didn’t even like at first the idea of staying in my… I mean, rent… a room… at my house… He wouldn’t look at me that way, would he?” were Dee’s pained thoughts.

“She is Scorpia,” Eron said proudly after pulling Diwana in front of him as fast and gently as he could, and then letting go of her hand as if it burned.

Because it did burn.

The feeling he was now fighting to ignore was the clear sign of something he thought would never happen, especially not in the middle of that forest, and with the life he left…

Both of his lives, as a matter of fact.

“Whoa, it’s beautiful!” she said, admiring his treasured, big and shiny motorcycle.

“Oh, you like her?! I thought you would joke and ask about the name, and why a 'she', you know…”

“Then, maybe you pre-judged me a little,” she said, still admiring with sparkly eyes the marvelous piece of machinery that stood proudly in front of her. “Hello Scorpia, I’m Diwana, and it’s a pleasure to meet you!” she said, smiling genuinely.

Eron smiled widely, suddenly feeling more pleased and yet more shy than before.

“W-Would you like to get some food? I was about to eat… dinner, I mean... would you like to… eat... dinner with me?” was what he said. 

In his head: “I can’t believe she just talked to my motorbike. Oh, twinny will die when I tell her… If not for my… sigh… current lifestyle, Miss Diwana, I would be thinking very seriously about you and me… and where the hell do those thoughts come from, suddenly?"

He got so distracted that he didn’t notice her answering him already.

“...but I don’t want to take your food and leave you… hungry…” Diwa replied.

The last word she said brought him back to their conversation because indeed, he was hungry. STARVING, as a matter of fact.

“Oh no no no, please, don’t worry. I insist, please, EAT with me, Miss Diwana, and then I’ll go back to the village with you. And I insist on that, too. It’s not safe for you to walk around here all alone. There can be a creep around who might go after you,” he said to her. 

At the sudden silence he got from Diwa while she sat down, Eron knew he struck a chord. Then suddenly, someone called MAX came to mind… 

"Goddess, for his own good, I hope he doesn’t… or I…” the camper thought while forcing himself to stop before his other side could come out and in anger.

“Well, I appreciate that and it’s very nice of you, but really… Are you sure?”

“I am,” he finished with a smile, serving the stew for both of them quickly. “Did you grow up here, Miss Diwana? To be walking around a forest, you must know it very well.”

“Actually…” she said, suddenly finding herself looking at the images of her not-too-distant past.

+++

Around ten years ago...

“Diwana Armanaz,” read the small piece of cardboard that the tall, thin, brown-skinned man held at the exit of ‘arrivals’ in the airport. 

He was indeed nervous, but nobody would ever know that.

He was the kind of man that was raised to be a ‘man’ in the old meaning of the word, suffering in silence and having no idea on how to feel or interpret feelings in any way. Too shy to find a girlfriend that one day would become his wife, he grew older, and tired of being alone while thinking of himself as too old to learn how to get a wife that he would really love, he found the way to get a mail-order bride.

She was beautiful, at least from what he had seen in the pictures. 

“How was it possible that she's available?” he thought more than once. “What would I do when she’s right in front of me?” he thought right then and there as she was just steps away from him.

The airport's automatic doors opened and all the arriving tourists, visitors, and family members walked past him, greeting joyfully and being greeted by whoever was there to take them home.

Then, there was the beautiful lady standing almost last in the group. She looked lost, and innocent, and a mixture of sadness, worry, and fear showed up in her eyes. 

He really wanted to give her something good in exchange for the family and the life that she would be giving him. His heart almost stopped when he saw her, and he had to compose himself and hide again any and all of his emotions.

But he really wanted to try to make things work with her.

“Diwana!” he started calling in a louder monotone, making her look his way. Her deep brown eyes fixed on him. He looked like his picture as well and she was not planning to complain about that.

“The only thing I want for now is to forget… My village, my unloving family… I hope this was a good idea and I can find some peace and love here,” she thought, walking straight to him, not taking her eyes from his.

But then, as soon as they got to the hotel room, the middle point between the far away airport, and what would be her new house, she had a taste of a reality that was far from what she hoped.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I’m getting naked. Do the same now, will ya?”

“I just flew for more than ten hours. Please, can you… wait? Please?”

“The only purpose that you have here is to give me a family. I thought we were clear on that,” he said, still removing his clothes.

“It is clear, but… I thought you could consider a little that…”

“That doesn’t matter. Besides, I don’t think we’ll take too long. Just remove your clothes already, lie down, and spread your legs.”

“I don’t... want to,” she said to him, tired but strongly.

“You forget that you owe me, Diwana. I brought you here, paid a lot of money for your flight, and have also paid for your other paperwork and expenses as well. If you have the money to give all that back to me right now, then do that. So, pay me back then take a plane back to your country, or do what I’m telling you to do, NOW.”

Sadly, she knew there was no way out of it. She had no money and even more than that, she had no wish to go back to her country.

With a heavy heart, Diwana followed his instructions, hoping that at least he would be nicer while ‘making love'...

But she was still completely dry when he pushed his half-aroused six-inch dick inside of her and started moving.

It hurt her.

Her body and her heart were broken right then, and he still didn’t stop. Not even the tears of frustration and pain that escaped the eyes of the very strong woman changed his mind.

After a while, her walls finally lubricated due to the continuous force of friction, but not because she could feel any pleasure or desire at all.

How could she, when he didn’t touch her curvaceous, enticing body beyond holding her in place, nor did he kiss her full, soft pink lips? There was not even eye contact. 

For the next eternally long five minutes, he just moved back and forth, making noises every now and then. And finally, after what was apparently an orgasm, he roughly pulled out of her. Still naked, he strolled to the other bed in the room, sat on the edge, and made a phone call to order food.

“Diwana, I don’t think this was the right choice… I don’t think this will be what you hoped for…” she thought, covering her naked body as she turned her back on the guy that was now her husband and cried.

“Food is here. Sit, you need to eat to be healthy,” he said, sounding more like a kidnapper than a husband.

They ate in silence, her tears still falling over her food.

“Lie down and open your legs again,” he said, finishing the last of his meal while she had not been able to eat more than half of hers.

And this time, she didn’t try to argue anymore.

After a very sad first night with the man, they traveled to his villa. Her body ached after having to stand him, but then, he now offered his hand to her and helped her up and down the car, opening doors for her, and asking her if she wanted breakfast or lunch along the road.

“Why the hell did you do that, Mason? Did you have to prove a point? If you liked her so much if you wanted her so much, you could have at least listened to her,” he internally blamed himself on the road, trying to find a way to be nicer to her. 

He would still be having this personal conversation when he had sex with her again that night in their bedroom, where she just laid lifelessly under him while he pumped inside of her still-dry pussy yet again. And the thoughts continued well into the night after he had finished off and had turned away from his new wife, who had also turned her back on him.

Of course, he knew she was silently crying.

“You never learned how to treat a woman, but tears are never a good sign and it normally means you’re doing something bad. Also, threatening or telling her that she can pay you and go? Be gentle, or what kind of life do you think you’ll have with her like that?” he thought to himself, deciding to really make an effort to treat her better in the future.

Unfortunately, Diwana would find out all about his thoughts about this from him only on his deathbed...

+++

Eron saw her looking away, her thoughts lost in a time that she really didn’t want to go back to.

“Hey, is everything okay?” he asked her softly, gently putting his hand on her shoulder and feeling again the strong electric shock that this time he couldn’t attribute it to anything else.

Diwana was taken back to reality by that same shocking sensation, and, after all the memories that assaulted her mind, she remembered why she didn’t like to be touched.

"I-I'm sorry, I really need to go now... I-it's getting late..." she quickly apologized, putting down her plate and picking up her things, then almost running back to the village in an almost-panic attack.

“Hey wait!” Eron called, frozen in place after seeing her reaction. 

The puzzled and slightly frightened woman continued walking briskly away from him as if she didn't hear him. Whatever it is he did, she certainly got freaked by it.

“Awesome... just great... I better just shift and make sure that she gets back to her house safely,” the newcomer said to himself, still a bit confused about the last part of their evening, but quickly standing, taking his clothes off... 

And letting the other side of what he is, out. 

Eron shifted completely to his large wolf form with brown fur and light green eyes. 

He then ran after her, never letting her see him. After half an hour of brisk walking, Diwa reached a large, beautiful house, light yellowish-cream with dark grey window sills and a roof.

His thoughts as he stayed well hidden in the shadows: “Ok. Whatever happened a while ago, at least she is safe now.”