Mistress Of The Marsh - Sex Stories

Mistress Of The Marsh

Declan's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the woods. It didn't seem possible, but he was catching up to the buck. He'd missed his shot, but he was gaining on the animal and moving back into range. Maybe it was desperation driving him on, allowing him to run faster than he ever had in his life.

It was foolish to chase a deer in the woods. So many things could go wrong. You could step on a rock and twist your ankle. You could land in another hunter's trap. You could ascend a rise, not realizing it had a steep drop-off and tumble down the other side into trees or worse. The creatures of the forest always had the advantage. They knew the terrain and had better reflexes than you.

But Declan was hungry. So eager for this quest to be over. And against all odds, he was gaining on the beast. Deer were fast, but they didn't have great endurance. If you could run long distances, it was possible to chase one down. It was the foliage, rocks and trees that were your real enemy. They concealed your prey and made it difficult to get off a good shot. Unless...

Declan's eyes went wide as he saw ribbons of pale light in the distance. A clearing! If the beast was foolish enough to cross it, he would have a second shot. A difficult shot with a moving target, but a shot nonetheless. Declan readied his bow and poured on the speed, even as his legs screamed at him to rest. Sure enough, the sprinting beast hopped past the tree line into the pasture that waited on the other ...

... side.

'YES!'

He breached the tree line and reached for an arrow. His enthusiasm faded as he scanned the area. The beast was gone. Vanished completely. It must have turned and doubled back into the forest. On top of that, there was no pasture. Declan found himself at the edge of a swamp.

“DAMMIT!!!”

He was about to throw his bow into the ground with every bit of force he could muster, but stopped himself just in time. If he broke it, he'd have bigger problems than the withering hunger pangs in his stomach. Instead, he leaned down and rested his hands on his knees as his ragged breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to normal.

Once he'd caught his breath, Declan rose back to his full height. He put his hands on his hips and examined the misty bog that stretched on for leagues. There wasn't much to see and there was no quarry to be found out there. He was about to turn and head back into the woods when his ears twitched in disbelief.

“Declan...” A woman's lilting voice called through the mist.

The young man's brow furrowed. He reached back and pulled an arrow from his quiver. He nocked it into the string as he raised his bow defensively. Who out there could possibly know his name?

“Declan...”

“HELLO?” he asked in response, his voice cracking.

There was no answer. Not at first. To his astonishment, a figure appeared in the depths of the mist a few moments later. It wasn't a body. Only a face. Declan aimed at it, but even from a great distance, he ...