Mistress Of The Marsh - Sex Stories

Mistress Of The Marsh

... sighed. He slung his bow over his shoulder and reluctantly trekked into the marsh.

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It wasn't long before he spotted a faint, colorful glow in the mist. The young hunter advanced slowly, watching his footsteps and remaining as quiet as possible. The sounds of peepers, wetland birds and other swamp creatures helped mask his approach. They croaked and chirped away, their steady noise filling the air of early evening. The smell of hot stew grew stronger the closer he got, sending his stomach into painful, groaning knots.

A small encampment came into focus. To Declan's surprise, it looked unoccupied. Empty of humans, but not of food. He could see a giant kettle sitting over a fire at the center of the camp. There was other food and drink nearby as well. Had a party just finished their evening meal and headed out on a hunt? What would they even be hunting in a swamp?

Regardless, it seemed like it might be Declan's lucky day. He could eat and be gone before they returned. He studied the camp carefully as he entered the perimeter, being mindful to check for traps. Finding none, he strolled in like he owned the place.

A feast! His heart leapt as a cornucopia of food awaited him at a small table near the fireplace. Not only was there stew in the kettle, there was bread, fruit and cheese! Skins of fresh water and a half-full flask of wine!

He felt some measure of guilt as he approached the table and eyed its bounty covetously. This was someone else's food, ...

... after all, and he hadn't been invited. But his ravenous hunger overrode all other considerations. He grabbed a small loaf of bread and bit into it without delay. He picked up a branch of grapes and began gobbling them off the vine in rapid succession.

Once he had enough in his stomach to bring the wincing to an end, he procured himself a wooden bowl and spoon before making his way to the stew. He lifted the lid, took up the hanging ladle and guided heaping mounds of hot meat, vegetables and delicious looking broth into the light brown dish.

When it was full, he sat on one of the large logs adjacent to the fire where makeshift seating had been carved out of its bark. He sat down and began eating, murmuring in satisfaction as each warm, delicious mouthful slid down his throat and eased his lingering hunger. In between hasty gulps and chews, he looked around and listened for any approaching sounds. Were anyone to return, he would make a hasty exit.

Thankfully, no one did. As soon as he was done with his first bowl, Declan helped himself to another serving. He raised the cauldron lid again and looked down at the simmering feast with relish.

“Hello there, young man.”

*CLANG*

Declan dropped the lid, tossed the bowl aside and whirled around, his hand flying to his knife. His nerves crackled and his heart rate spiked from the sudden intrusion. Not far away stood the woman from his dream, a demonic looking figure of snow white skin and black carapace armor. It somehow ...