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Lady Bloody Ava

Lady Bloody Ava

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Rose Finnegan was excited about her excursion into the wild. The green-eyed gal with the red ringlets cascading about her soft face had been on Amazon ordering everything that she might need for the trip. She was placed in a group with two of her classmates that she did not know, but clearly, they knew each other rather well. It was odd considering this last class was completely virtual. The plan was to go camping in an herbal-rich location and take down all the notes that they could while there. Now Rose looked like a redhead, minus the freckles, but those were dotted across her rather modest D-Cup breasts. She had purchased a knee-high set of black combat boots to protect her legs while tracking through the brush. Jeans and button-up quarter sleeves and v neck t-shirts were what made up the rest of her wardrobe for the trip.

Having never camped a day in her life, she bought an all-weather tent, sleeping bag, marshmallow roasting slicks, a bear horn, mosquito repellant, and anything else that she suspected that she might need. Brad and Chelsey said that they've done this before so she was comfortable that they would help her in her time of inexperience. The girl was so excited that she hopped in her yellow 2003 Jeep Wrangler X with everything jammed into the limited space that she had and took off. She parked her baby two spots from the only other vehicle in the parking lot which was a rather impressive-looking Ford F-150. The girl could appreciate a good pick-up when she saw one.

Oddly enough for someone who didn't spend a lot of time outdoors, this jeep was her baby. By 5pm she had managed to make it to the outskirts of the forest that they were supposed to be camping in. Ever the eager one, she decided to see how far in she could trek to find a good spot. The signal on her phone was spotty at best and there was no word from her partners so she set up her tent and made two long-ass trips to her jeep and made it back just in time for sundown.

"Where the hell are they? By now she had turned her battery-operated lamp on as she had no time together wood to get a fire going. Of course, she had a lighter, but her eyes were glued to her phone and by some miracle, she got a momentary signal long enough for her phone to blow up with text messages.

Chelsey: It is supposed to storm this evening. We should postpone the trip

Brad: I honestly can't make it tonight either way. We can touch base tomorrow

Chelsey: No biggie we have two weeks before the assignment is due, so no rush.

Rose's groan sounded like that of a bear. "What the fuck, man! Well fuckin' fabulous. Here my ass is all the way out here and they decide, at the absolute last minute... to CANCEL!" The angry redhead was venting to herself. "At the time that these messages were sent, they wouldn't have made it here anyway! Who do they think they are trying to fool?!" At the same time, she felt rather idiotic for not having even thought about checking the weather. She said a storm was coming. How bad? Surely her tent should hold up... right? She could hear the wind picking up outside of her $30 tent. Would it be too late to make the trek back to her jeep? It was a fifteen-minute walk to get to it and it got very dark, very fast. Even worse.... she was hungry. "Fuck me..." she uttered before falling back onto her sleeping bag with a heavy sigh.
 
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John Randyll was already settled in his storm tent when the Severe Thunderstorm Watch was updated to a Warning on his satellite-boosted cell phone, and sighed. "Well, Max, looks like we're getting nice and cozy tonight." The two-year-old Yellow Labrador gave a yawn, as if about as concerned with the weather as his human companion was. He settled into his sleeping bag and mentally went through everything he had at the campsite. The lantern, his shotgun, pistol, all of his electronics, backpack and a rain suit were right here in the tent. So was Max and his food bowl, and he was even trained to use a puppy mat when it was stormy outside, which John had already laid down. Everything else was in a watertight case that he strapped down outside. He was as ready as he'd ever be.

Suddenly Max sat bolt upright and growled lowly, apparently sensing something on the wind. "What is it, boy?", John whispered, rising to a crouch and mentally judging the distance to grab his weapons. He was still dressed in jeans, a gray T-shirt, a plaid long-sleeve button-up and a pair of hiking boots. His black hair sat short enough on his head, but not nearly as close-cropped as he'd needed to keep it in the Army. Inside his backpack was an extensive array of medical supplies, far more than a normal civvie or even a veteran would know how to use. John used to be a combat medic in the 3rd Infantry Division.

Presently, however, he was straining his ears to try and catch whatever his dog had sensed.
 
The longer she sat the more she grew uncomfortable. With her cellphone in her back pocket and a windbreaker with a hood, she grabbed her flashlight and decided to try and make it back to her jeep. The wind was picking up and kept blowing the hood right off of her head often enough that she quit trying to keep it on. At one point the flashlight fell out of her hand and rolled down a bit of a hill where she quickly chased. Her ankle caught a root and she caught herself on a tree before she could fall, but she had successfully twisted her ankle. "Great, just great."

It wasn't the first time she twisted her ankle before, and usually, you could give her about an hour or two to walk it off or it ice it, but needless to say, now was not the best time for it to happen. She managed to make it to her flash light when she heard a very impressive growl. Even the wind and the rustling of the trees could not hide that sound. At this point, she could not remember the direction of the parking lot as so she tried to hobble as fast as she could away from the source. "Shit!" The crushing of leaves could be heard behind her in a series of heavy steps from some four-footed creature, but she dare not take even the slightest moment to glance over her shoulder.

Every step with that twisted ankle set every nerve on fire in the leg over and over again, but getting eaten by, what was most likely a hungry ass bear, would be way worse. Another tree root was clearly intent on being her demise as she tripped over it and dropped her flashlight. Now she could see the predator honing in on her. Backwords on her ass and the palms of her hands she tried to scurry, only to be met by the base of a mighty tree. Her scream pierced the dark night and she attempted to cover herself with her arms.
 
By now John heard the growling and saw what had looked like a flashlight moving through the woods, and jumped up and grabbed both pistol and shotgun, which, in anticipation that buckshot wouldn't do shit against bears, was loaded with slugs. He bolted out of the tent with Max tearing ahead, barking to try and distract the bear long enough for John to get a clear shot. He himself had strapped a headlamp to his head and he also had an emergency flare in his back pocket.

Then came the scream, and a second later a rumble of thunder heralded the arrival of the rain, which came down instantly in sheets. None of this fazed John, who knew exactly where to put his feet as he ran closer to the beleaguered woman. A flash of lightning illuminated a brown bear on its hind legs twelve feet ahead of him, and John's headlamp and shotgun barrel both alighted on the creature a second later. A shell was racked. The trigger pulled. The shot covered by another crash of thunder but the bear's half-angry, half-agonized howling could not be masked. It swiped blindly to and fro, and it sounded like one of its blows landed true, judging by the sound of ripping fabric and a fresh, more pained scream from the woman as John fired again, and again, and again until the bear stilled. He walked right up to its head, from which its breath still steamed in his light, and pulled out his pistol and put the beast out of its misery.

Without a word wasted he put away his pistol, shouldered his shotgun and picked up the woman, making sure to retrieve and pocket her flashlight. Max led the way back to camp, and into the tent they went, wet, cold, and, in the woman's case, terrified and bleeding. Luckily, the rain fly kept the stuff inside dry, so he simply zipped up the tent and set to assessing the damage the bear did, pulling his medic's bag from his backpack, which bore his name, rank patch (Sergeant), and the "US ARMY" tape below the standard red cross symbol.

The bear had gotten in a shallow but nasty blow on both her arm and side, so blood was pooling on the whole left side of her shirt. He immediately removed everything from her waist up and set to cleaning and stitching the wounds. Luckily she had passed out, probably from shock. He would have to keep an eye on her, which he certainly wouldn't mind, as his eyes occasionally drifted to her generous D-cup breasts. That said, he couldn't just leave her like this until she woke up.

He finished patching her up and putting bandages on, and decided to go see if he could recover her things. Covering her with a warm blanket and telling Max to stay, he grabbed weapons, rain suit, flare and light and went out into the stormy night, and returned ten minutes later with all of her things he could carry. He pulled out her ID and learned her name was Rose Finnegan, and he smiled to himself at how Irish that sounded. "Well, lookie here, Max, a genuine Irish redhead lass! Must be my lucky day!"

He covered her breasts with a dry bra, and peeled off her wet jeans and her panties were pretty well soaked through, so they went too. John couldn't help but get a little turned on at how she sported a patch of ginger curls underneath her underwear, trimmed but otherwise very natural-looking. He smiled as he put on a pair of her dry underwear and jeans, but he left her boots off. Finally, noticing the swelling in her ankle, he put an ice pack on it and held it in place by a loosely-wrapped Ace bandage. John then put on dry clothes of his own before he sat back against the wall of the tent, cradled his shotgun on his knees, and settled in to watch over Rose as she slept.
 
The shock that had put the redhead into a deep sleep. The sound of her own heartbeat filled her ears like a dep metronome. What time was it? Where was she? Was it time to walk up yet? Questions arose before she was even fully conscious. Finally, in a vain attempt to get more comfortable she tried to turn onto her side, but her body was so stiff that she would swear that rigor mortis had set in. A sharp pain caused her to gasp and her eyes shot open revealing those emerald eyes before she tried to sit up, feeling like the wind was knocked out of her. Her shoulder stung the instant she tried to put weight on the palm of her hand.

"What the hell..." A bit of vertigo had set in and her head was spinning for a moment. A blanket fell off of her, but it was not a blanket that she had recognized. Nor was the hue of the tent a bright orange like the one she had purchased. Finally, her eyes settled upon the sight of a man with a shotgun. "Where am I?" There was no sense in panicking. Her clothes were still on and dry. She looked on her shirt to find out the source of the pain and noticed a healing scar and stitches. "The bear..." slowly did she look up from her stitching to him. "What happened last night?"
 
"You ran afoul of the local wildlife. A brown bear tried to make a meal out of you, and he got as far as one swipe before I put him down." John patted the butt of his shotgun. "John Randyll, former Army medic, Third Infantry." He reached out his hand for her to shake. "I went to your camp and grabbed everything that looked important, clothes, supplies, everything but the tent, basically. That's why you have dry clothes on, otherwise you would have caught a cold or worse. And the shirt and bra you had on, well, you can blame the bear for them being ruined, but I'm more than happy to replace them next time I'm in town."
 
In awe, she listened as this stranger spoke of what happened last night. It was frightening. If this man had not intervened then she would have been a goner for sure. She wasn't sure if the feeling was right, the knowledge that he had a military background did ease her nerves. How lucky was she that had been a medic, as well? Not one to shy away and one well aware of her manners, she shook his hand in kind. Rose's face took on a hue that resembled the flower that she had been named after. This man had changed all of her clothes, while also seeing her in her birthday suit. "I feel like I owe you so much more than a simple thanks. I'm honest. I...." It seemed as though she was going through last night's events through her head one more time. "I jinxed myself when I said that the night couldn't have gotten worse. I guess you're proof of what my family constantly calls, the luck of the Irish. "

The girl sighed. It hurt a little, but it was a literal breath of relief. "The name's Rose. Rose Finnegan. Sorry for any inconvenience." Now she had to wonder where to go from here. Stay, after last night's events? Heaven's knew.
 
"It's nice to formally meet you, Rose. And it's not an inconvenience at all. I'm kinda of a modern-day errant knight, I guess. I travel around the country, and where I see people in trouble, I help. One time I even helped the FBI take down a serial killer that was hiding out in the woods. The local sheriff deputized me and everything. Anyway, I admit I took a peek at your ID, just in case you didn't wake up in the morning and I had to call 911."

John seemed more embarrassed about that than seeing her naked, which, truth be told, had been rather commonplace both before and after he was discharged from the Army. That said, none of them had been quite as good-looking as the young woman lying atop his sleeping bag currently. "So, what brings you out here anyway?", he said, in an attempt at small talk.
 
The girl couldn't help but laugh lighting at his description of him being a modern-day knight. After further detail, she had to agree. His confession was adorable and earned a smirk from her. "I appreciate your thinking ahead, and I do not mind that you looked at my id. You had my best interest at heart, so I can not get mad at you for that." At his question, she could not help but groan and look at her two hands that fiddled on her lap.

"Well... I was supposed to meet two of my college classmates out here to study and gather a few herbs for our final thesis paper. Unfortunately, both tweedle dee and tweedle dumb, bailed at the last minute. I had already set up when I got the messages. I was so excited to actually go camping too. I bought everything I could, but I only had confidence because they said they had done this before so I wouldn't be alone." All of the bad choices played through her mind like a b rated film. "I didn't realize it was supposed to storm, so I tried to make it back to my jeep and.... here we are." After that confession, she looked at her hero with a tilt of her head and a question of her own. "You said that you just travel, you just happened to be here or is there a purpose?"
 
"Just happened to be here. I'll probably settle down at some point, but for now, I'm happy. So, you said you were gathering herbs for a final thesis paper. You've need of an experienced camper but the ones you know bailed on you. They might not even come out here. You're wounded and need to heal, and I have a storm tent, a laptop with satellite internet, and enough knowledge of the local herbs to at least collect them for you. You see where I'm going with this? I do the legwork, you do the head work. Sound good?"

John smiled at Rose, and just then Max came over and laid his head on her leg. "This is Max. Say hi, boy." The Yellow Labrador barked happily and thumped his tail on the ground.
 
The attentive college student listened and the more that he spoke the more an unmistakable bright white smile revealed itself. Of course, she knew where he was going with this and she was loving it, but..." I would absolutely love that! Are you one hundred percent sure that I wouldn't be an imposition? I can survive the 2-hour drive home. You do not have to take care of me. Although... I supposed a modern-day errant knight such as yourself is not hearing any of this, are you?" The smile on her face was reserved for moments of genuine excitement. A high-pitched squeal sounded when she found the most adorable sight using her lap for a pillow. For a moment she was almost too afraid to touch him, for fear that he would run away.

"Oh my gosh!" Slowly did she pet the sweet dog's head. "Aren't you an angel in a furry disguise?" She could not resist giving Max a kiss on the head. "Oh, now I have to stay. If for no other reason than to spend some time with sweet Max here. Aren't you just the cutest?!" Clearly, this woman had a soft spot for dogs. "Thank you, John. If you need anything. Well, anything in my feeble power, don't be afraid to ask." Right on cue, her stomach did its best impression of the brown bear from last night. "Well, that's embarrassing." Was all she could utter.
 
"It's human, is what it is. Don't be embarrassed. I'll handle breakfast, you relax. And Max is pretty good at being sweet but he's also very brave. Sometimes he barks up a storm to distract predators so I can get in a clear shot. And no, it's not an imposition. I routinely carry extra supplies for just this sort of thing. Well, similar situations anyway."

John leans over and gives Rose a gentle kiss on the forehead before he exits the tent, leaving the shotgun with a combination lock on it that he had been attaching while he talked. The watertight container he'd strapped down last night contained basically all of the stuff he'd need to both rebuild the campfire and cook breakfast, which was also in the case in the form of sausages, bacon and bread. Soon the sound of sizzling meat, as well as its smell, filled the campsite, and, perhaps worried that there was more than the one bear, retrieved his shotgun from the tent and unlocked it.
 
Another blush consumed her cheeks and she kept her eyes and hands busy with Max. The hue only intensified as she felt the kiss pressed to her forehead. Now she looked up just in time to see him exit the tent. Saved and fed by a man she had just met. This was, sadly, already better than any date that she had gone on. "Wow, get yourself together arose." She whispered under her breath to herself. She couldn't resist giving Max some tummy rubs. The aroma of the food cooking and the sizzling sounds had her mouth-watering.

"Wow, Max, your dad is very talented. Do you have a momma Max?" The second half-whispered to the dog, like he could give her some form of an answer, but all she got was a tongue to her hear and she squealed in laughter as she fell over on her back with Max staring down at her. "Max!" Laughing the dog's name as she scratched behind his ears. The actions did halt as John peeked back in long enough to get his shotgun and tend to the food. "shhh... Max, we don't want to attract any more bears, do we?" It was a jest, but it was clear that she was enjoying herself.
 
When the food was done, John grabbed a tray and put a plate and some silverware on it before loading it up with food and grabbing a bottle of water and bringing it all into the tent. "Afraid I don't have anything else. Water, of course, keeps the longest. It's been a while since I stocked up, so no OJ, sorry." He carefully sets the tray down and helps her sit up so she doesn't have to use her own muscles to do so.
 
Rose looked up at John as he entered and helped her sit up. "Thank you." She politely uttered. The sight and smell of the food summoned a sweet moan. "Wow, this looks delicious and water is perfect." As he assisted with her sitting up she took advantage of the close proximity and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You are very much a knight, John." The first bite of sausage had her sounding like it was an orgasm in her mouth. Such noises could probably make any man jealous. "My compliments to the chef." Gifting her host a smile. "Where are you originally from?"
 
"A little place called Baltimore, or rather the county that bears its name. My parents hadn't any affiliation with the military, but my uncles, grandfather, cousin, they all did, so in a way I was still following in someone's footsteps. And I'm glad you like the food so much." John smiled, and his mind flashed briefly to a mental image of what she might look like moaning like that from a different source of stimulation altogether. Clearing his throat, he went and gathered his own plate after refilling Max's bowl, then sat down next to Rose and started to eat. "What about you, where are you from? Not Ireland, surely?"
 
The breakfast was delicious and she did not hold back. It was cute to see max savoring the food that John gave him. Such a sweet and spoiled pup. "A military family, I guess I'm not surprised, but as for me, I did not come from Ireland. My mom did. My dad is Irish American from Bostom, Massachusettes. They met at the University of Wisconsin and never left." hose gem colored eyes took a moment o openly admire her knight. He was not a bad-looking man. His skills were and repertoire was impressive, and his fuzzy baby was the icing on the cake. " I apologize if I'm being too forward, but are you single? If you are does what you do make it hard to date?"
 
"Oh, it's all right. I am single, and I suppose that yes, what I do makes it hard to date, but that doesn't mean it makes it hard to love. Quite the contrary, actually. Having to leave a few towns was very difficult indeed. But I did." John looked into those emerald green eyes, and smiled. "What about you? Got some college jock waiting back home to blow you off to play flag football with his squad? Something tells me that there is a lot you deserve that hasn't been given to you. Am I at least close?"
 
Her jaw was starting to cramp with all the smiling that this man was having her do. His assumption of her having a jock boyfriend made her laugh lightly. "Well... you are a tad close. I had a jock of a boyfriend. Usually, they're not my type. It didn't last long. I was way more into actually graduating, while he lived by the "you only live one" motto. I mean... I get it. You do only live once, but you can have fun while still securing a good future." That was a whole other topic for a different time. It was one of the arguments that she used to have with her ex. his last question caused her to blush. "If you keep this up I am going to be permanently red in the face, John." Despite the claim, she still smiled. "John?" Catching his attention, she pressed a kiss to his lips that lingered. "Thank you, again."
 
"My pleasure." John looked into her eyes, smiling. Looking at everything that happened, all they'd said, all that had happened to him...it was easy for him to fall for this young woman. However... "You're not just doing that thing where I saved your life and now you think you owe me? Because if you are, that would just suck." And with that, he leaned in and kissed her back, this time full on the lips, lingering, passionate, and a little on the hungry side.
 
Rose was a sweet smart allic and in showed as she said, "Yeah, I guess that would suck, wouldn't it? Good thing this is not one of those cases then." The redhead fed him a moan into the kiss. The hunger in his kiss came through loud and clear. "I do not know if my medic would approve of any rough activity with my stitches in place."Her lips were so close to his that she practically fed him the words. "I wouldn't want to undo all of his hard work, eh?" Despite that, she savored his lips one more time. A hypocrite of her own words.
 
"I can be gentle," John fed into her mouth the same way she was doing to him. "Long as you're okay with it." He tentatively started to undress her, first unbuttoning her jeans but concentrating mostly on kissing her. It was't that he didn't want her, because he most certainly did. But he was making absolutely certain she wanted him. When he'd changed the previous night, he'd put on shorts, a black T-shirt and his Army uniform top. This and his T-shirt he removed as they kissed, before kicking off his hiking boots.
 
Rose was in no way shy when it came to sexual interests and she wanted to leave no doubt in his mind. She began working on anything above her own waist. With a single hand, she managed to unhook her bra and tossed that aside. "Yeah, I'm okay with it." Soft voluptuous breasts were free to fondle and adore with taut nipples silently aching for attention. Her free hand caressed over the top of his shorts, seeming almost to eager to remove them first. Soft and slender fingers caressed at his hard-on that was stilled trapped in his cloth prison with a sensual moan of satisfaction. "Do we have to be gentle?" The woman's appetite for him increasing every second. Jeans were slid down her legs, along with her panties, and tossed aside.
 
"Just enough to make sure your stitches don't rupture." John moaned when Rose stroked his erection, and guided her fingers to the button of his shorts, then the zipper. When they were removed, he sprang forth all at once, all nine thick inches. Without a word, he just held up one single finger and kissed his way down her delightful body, before arriving at the juncture of her thighs and the wet treasure there. "Try not to tense up too much," he said, smirking, before he began to gleefully--and skillfully--eat her out, giving her folds long, thorough licks before starting to concentrate more on her rapidly engorging clit.
 
To say that the fiery red head was impressed with the weapon that John wielded between his thighs would have been a massive understatement. For once she was speechless! In silence, she watched as this man talked down her body and made himself at home between her spread legs. Now his message for her to not tense up so much was proving harder to follow than she had imagined. "Oh.... my... gosh..... John....!" She flowed like the Nile as he ate like a starving man. Soft lips were parted for some much-needed air as the pleasure mounted and mounted. Breasts rose and fell with each precious breath.

Fingers clenched and eyes grew laden with lust. The woman nearly severed her lower lip trying to bite back a moan. "J-John!" Legs trembled with the impeding looming in the shadows. This man really knew how to show a girl a great time, that was for sure. Already she was surprised to find herself teetering on the apex or a much-needed climax.
 
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