Gone and Back Again Dreams and Reality (Wolvenrogue and Lagertha)

[wolvenrogue]

Joseph Giles Jarvis III. The name conjured up visions of a young, up and coming Ivy League preppy. If Joe's parent had had anything to say about it that is exactly what Joe at the age of 18 would have been. His father organ had used his influence to get him an almost guaranteed acceptance to Princeton, and hoped he would take it and pursue Law. It was , after all, the family tradition. Joe had other ideas. Growing up with every advantage, he used what he had to chase girls, and found them to be easy marks. His life was free and easy, and he got what he wanted. Every time. Including Janet. She was acknowledged by everyone in his class to be the most desirable, sexy, and vivacious girl in the school. She took to him almost immediately from the moment he first picked her up in his Mercedes convertible. The car was expensive, fast, and luxurious. It just added to his image. Joe would have preferred a mustang, but the Merc cost him nothing.

Soon enough he had coaxed Janet out of her panties and pushed her short plaid skirt up as he reclined her seat in the parking lot at the beach. She said she was on the pill, and Joe believed her. It had been a lie. twenty minutes later, as his sticky cum drooled out of Janet's sopping and no longer virginal pussy, his whole life had changed. Joe didn't know it but he was on the road to a whole new life. One he had never imagined. Three months later, after missing her third period in a row, a panicked Janet had purchased a pregnancy test and that night as they sat eating dinner, She silently laid it on the table between them. Jack nearly vomited with the shock of it, and Janet broke into tears. Being Catholic both their families refused to allow them to abort the child.

Joe's father was more concerned for the family name than for his son or soon to be granddaughter. He rented them an apartment 500 miles away in Richmond Virginia, and banished the couple from his life. Janet's parents were no more understanding. Six months later a beautiful baby girl came into the world. Instead of embracing the little family had, Joe's parents had a cruel surprise for them. Joe had been disinherited. His father had purchased a small house for them in Perth Austrailia on the other side of the world. There they would have to make their own way, on the other side of the world.

They boarded the 747 for their flight with no one to see them off, headed for a world they had never seen, and ironically never would. some 18 hours later over the Indian Ocean, their plane lost an engine, and after an hour of struggling to make land, crashed into the Indian Ocean. 3 days later, Joe washed ashore on an uninhabited Island off the coast of New Zealand. Janet and his daughter, along with the rest of the passengers and crew perished in the crash and were never found. Everyone assume Joe had been among them. So it was that Joe simply disappeared.

Joe woke up the next morning as the hot sun beat down on his blistered body. He was weak but alive, and very alone. The island was small only 10 miles long, but being alone on it, made it seem infinitely lonely. Joe pulled in to himself and though he nearly starved, learned to survive and even thrive. With each passing year he became more feral, a little more animal and a little less human. That is until some eighteen years later, he found something on the beach. Something that would change his life forever for the second time. Something he had sought up and down for nearly 15 years before finally despairing of ever seeing another living soul. It was the body of a young woman perhaps seventeen years old. He approached her hoping she was not dead.

 

[Lagertha]

Åshild Naess had always seemed to have a naturally easy life...At least that's what the majority of people in her class had said. She was private, a good student, always making straight A's and never going to parties. Everyone thought she was polite, and all the girls admired her. Even the boys had started looking at her more when she had started developing..

Such was the curse of the Naess woman; Brick houses they were called. Often she had asked her mother what it meant, only when her mother had explained did Åshild get embarrassed. Nothing made her more irritated when the boys in her class would hoot and holler at her. Åshild had let it slide, going to her studies as she got older. It was only when things got out of hand at home that Åshild had really started to change.

Her friends couldn't understand why she had become more and more private over late, but she could not help it. She never knew who to trust anymore. Her best friend had lost his mind, sexually assaulting her time and time again and Åshild had been so annoyed with it she had sued the boy in court. Shame.
A feeling she had grown to know over the next couple of years as she turned closer and closer to seventeen. Everyone knew that he had assaulted, and she had to testify in court to get him persecuted. Åshild knew the rumors had changed, and instead of her nickname become brickhouse...well she had been given a new one; Whore, sleezy. Even though the events had never been her fault, and the court had ruled in her favor...It was safe to say the girl had trust issues with boys.

It only got worse when Åshild had walked in on her father packing up his stuff, telling her exactly why he was leaving. It was not like it was surprising, she had seen it coming a mile away. Åshild had never been close to her father, and what money he had spent he put it into his sons from whores he had bedded over the years or gambled it away. So when she saw her mother ordering him out, telling him to go with a whore in Mexico he had bedded...well Åshild was silent, even when she met the fifteen year old girl that clung to her father's hand.

"Let's go for a trip." It had been months since her father had left, though the man took no expense in shaming Å more by sending her photos of him and his pregnant young whore by his side. Rumors had flown around the school, and boys had started to bully her from the events so much so that she had to switch schools.
Her aunt had even moved into their house with her son and daughter to help support them, and it was Åshild's aunt who spoke the words so freely. The girl had been silent, but her mother had agreed it would be good for all of them to get away from the country..to go somewhere new.

"How about dolphin's Åshild? You always used to love them?" Her mother had pushing her to smile more, but the girl had trouble with it. It was not like she did not want to..she just had forgot what it was like to feel safe and comfortable,
to feel loved and not ashamed. She wondered if she would laugh again, if she would be able to cling to a guy like so many girls of her age had, and Åshild had worn that dump pearl dolphin necklace her mother had got her...

She was surprised when they went on a trip, to Austrailia and on a boat to watch the dolphins. She had been silent at first while her Aunt, Mother and cousins had played around the ship being loud. Åshild had leaned over the boat, watching the dolphin's chirp and play and...she had smiled laughing and enjoying watching them....it made her wonder how things had turned so sour again so quickly. She had been enjoying the cruise, enjoying the fun and drinks even though she was underage and having a good time with family and then...

The storm had come out of nowhere, and majority of the passengers were inside in their rooms. Still, they had lifejackets on, and she had watched her mother hold on for dear life as water had come through the window. The captain had said they would hit a minor storm while leaving the coast, nothing troublesome, but this felt anything but minor. Åshild's mother was clinging to her, arms around her as the room started filling up, but it was the captain's words that made her cling back.
"We're going down!" Was the last message they heard on the overcome, and her mother's frantic words in her ears. "I love you baby..I love you I love you-" Until the water hit them at full force.

Åshild Naess had never been a tall girl, and never would. At seventeen, stretched out on the beach in tattered clothing, she was only the equivalent of five feet and three inches. Her red hair was mangled, wrapped around her pale face,
her pale back exposed. It looked like her shirt had been torn, someone clinging to it had been ripped out of her arms, and her shorts were barely on her plump ass.
The girl had a large rack, but her back was facing the sun and her face was down on the beach. Her right hand still had the remnants of her mother's blouse clutched in her hand, and the necklace..somehow that stupid necklace had stayed around her neck. Vaguely, her eyes opened into slits behind long lashes. Her face was beaten, as some of her body had been from the debris but...she could hear the birds and the sea again..yet Åshild was far from home, and she was stranded on an island that she had yet to realize. She could swear, from her blurry vision, that it looked like someone was there, watching her in the distance, but she could not move.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

The red hair had caught Joe's attention. It was a very unusual color on an island of white sand beaches the deepest green conifers and the bluest water and whitest clouds Joe had ever seen. Just a small tan lump on the white sand covered in matted red tangles. Could it be a girl? Joe started off in a dead run. His body had filled out well since he arrived on the island as a skinny, lanky 18 year old with a shock of sandy blond hair, and the tiniest bit of facial hair. Now at 35, he was a full six foot 2 and 180 pounds of pure sinew and muscle. With barely an ounce of body fat, his deeply tanned skin made his blond body hair and beard stand out in a very distinctive way. Though his back was bare and smooth his chest was covered in a thick mat that spoke clearly of the high levels of testosterone that flowed in his blood. He was naked, which had become his custom due to lack of any clothes and remained so because it suited him. The semi tropical weather was seldom cold. As he ran, his long manhood slapped against his thighs and heavy ball sack.

He reached the creature on the beach in mere seconds and stood towering over her tiny body watching carefully to see if she showed any signs of life. When he saw her back rise and fall he was relieved and excited and knelt down beside her tiny, mostly naked frame. It had been so long since he had seen another human being that he scarcely knew what to do. Lifting her thigh and pushing on her shoulder he rolled the small girl onto her back and gasped audibly at the sight. Despite the sand and debris covering her skin, he marveled at her simple beauty. Pushing the hair out of her half open eyes, he started to speak before realizing he did not know what to say. The English he had grown up with had seldom crossed his lips and know it seemed he had forgotten the words. In frustration, he fell silent and gently brushed the larger pieces of seaweed and flotsam from her body. Her tattered blouse covered nothing and simply fell away leaving her breasts completely exposed. They looked full and beautiful and were capped with twin peaks that stood like small hazel nuts atop each one. Her shorts were in one piece, but owing to a large rip in one leg did little to preserve her modesty. Her slit was in plain view as it peeked through the blazing red hair that covered her sex and as her thighs lay splayed wide, her puckered little rose bud seemed to wink at him. It was at that moment that a feeling returned to Joe that he had not experienced in quite some time. He had stopped masturbating some 5 years ago, and until this moment there had been nothing to arouse him. As he scooped her from the sand in his heavily muscled arms she seemed nearly weightless, and when he stood and began to walk across the warm sand toward where the small creek escaped the trees, he could feel his cock beginning to grow and stiffen to the point where it was bumping he soft bottom occasionally as he walked.

Cradling the creature in his arms he walked up the stream which was cooler than the ocean and fresh water to a point where it widened in to a pool at the base of a small water fall. Reaching the deepest part of the pool he dipped her in the cool clean water while holding her in one arm and washing a way the sand with his free hand. Knowing the cool water would likely wake her, he held her firmly , hoping she would not panic.

 

[Lagertha]

The figure was blurry, but it resembled a rabid dog the way it seemed to dash towards her. She had wondered if she was dying, if that was what this was. She was uncertain. Åshild could feel the sun beating on her back, beating the pale flesh. Of course, her flesh seemed tanned in the light of day, but she could feel it was burnt, and bruised. She felt sore, throbbing, her head was spinning, and...how long had it been since she had ate or drank? She could still feel the scratching of salt water pouring down her throat.

Åshild was too weak to fight with the man as he rolled her over easily. The necklace, silver dolphins holding onto a single white pearl, was pressed against her collarbone. Her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling slowly. Åshild's bra had been destroyed in the wreckage, and her shirt was nothing more than shreds. Compared to her back, her chest was extremely pale, close to the color of beige. Her large full breasts were perky mounds on her chest, small tannish pink nipples trying to greet him. The girl seemed to not notice she was half naked, or the fact this man was naked and looking at her. She could not seem to tell that her slit was exposed to him through a cut through her shorts and panties. All Åshild knew was..something was on the beach with her.

She had passed out briefly when he picked her up. Minor wounds lined her body, a few cuts here and there, but of course the girl had been protected from the majority of the blows because of her mother's embrace. She was sleeping, dreaming of the birds that were chirping as he carried her through shade towards a stream. The stream crashing against rocks, babbling really, and the sound of twigs breaking under him stirred her slightly.

It was when she was put in the cold water that she jerked awake. Åshild's gold eyes looked at the man, trying to make sense of what was happening as she grabbed him. At first, she had thought she was going under water again, but her head was being held up. She could feel his hand, washing away the bites of sand that clung to her. Åshild looked at him, tensing, her head jerking around a bit disorientated.

"Wha...ere...om..?" Åshild's lips were cracked, dry, and it stung to talk. She grabbed her throat trying to rub away the roughness as she looked at him again. Who the hell was he? Where the hell was she at? She relaxed her other hand, before noting something had been in it. Quickly Åshild grabbed the shred of clothing and lifted it out of the water. The small motion was painful, some fingernail marks were left on her forearms, but the most disturbing part of it was recognizing that shred of clothing. Purple, blue and yellow smalls cats on it, a single white button on the small scrape. Ah.. Åshild could briefly remember being under water, her mother clinging to her, clawing at her skin as she was torn away, and her grabbing her mother's shirt and tearing it. She could remember screaming...and now she was here?

"W...o...r...u?" Åshild tried gulping, but it only made the sting worse as she tried to ask the man who he was. She was still half out of it, trying to grasp the situation and fully come to. Still the girl was weak, tired, beaten, and this strange man with his wild mane of blond hair both on his head, his beard, and chest, was the only thing that seemed to be here.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe looked into her golden eyes. There was panic in them. He sensed that if she could struggle she would, but being weak and tired she could not. she seemed helpless. He had seen it before in the yes of a rabbit as he held the soft fur behind its head before killing it for his dinner. The thought sickened him. He wished he had not thought it but there it was. There she was. Helpless in his hands. Whats more, there was her body, half naked and taunting him, whether intentional or not , it was awakening feelings, primal feelings, feelings that over 18 years Joe had lost the ability to deal with. His heart began to pound, and his cock became hard as a steel bar. He was confused. His body knew what to do. It knew what it wanted. Holding her in one arm he tore away the remains of her shorts and panties, and grabbing her by the hips in his huge muscular hands there she was like the rabbit. He looked into her eyes with his own the steel grey eyes were hungry, and she was his meat. He looked at her naked body, exposed and vulnerable, and a ragged wild roar welled up in his chest. It poured out of him, spilling out into the air. There was no more waiting, he was like a wild animal in that moment acting purely on instinct, an instinct to breed. He watched his powerful arms as they held her suspended over the monster poking out from between his thighs and in a moment he forced her easily down over his manhood. The was terribly tight but he ignored her screams as he took he hard and fast with all the ferocity pent up within him.

Reaching her full depth he lifted her and plunged her down again over and over. He remembered doing this before, but where was the tenderness, the warmth? The thought escaped him quickly as the warm flesh surrounding him worked it magic. The pressure built quickly and within a minute or two he was spilling a huge load of sticky fluid inside her warm body. AS his rage subsided, he lifted the girl off of his impaling member and stood her on her shaky legs. He looked at her shocked expression, and then left her quickly and ran for his camp. Reaching it, he sat by the fire his body shaking and overcome with a feeling of loss. He might never eat rabbit again.

 

[Lagertha]

Åshild was disorientated, and the man looking at her was strange. Her large lips were parted, dry and confused. Then her face twisted, confusion turned to fear. The man helping her, now tore what little clothing she had away from her body effortlessly. Åshild tensed, her face turning pale as she realized she was fully exposed. It was like the event with that boy that used to be her friend. All the times he had pulled her into the janitor's closet after his growth spurt, pinning her down and touching her. However...deep down she knew this was going to be way worse than those times, the way he was panting that hungry look. Is he going to eat me? The thought crossed her mind as he picked her up.

The scrape piece of her mother's blouse was still in her hand as she grabbed his shoulders, shaking, weak. It was a matter of seconds, the way his cock dangled between her exposed slit and then..How did it end up like this? This man had been helping her, silently, and she was still out of it. Yet, the moment he impaled her she was shrieking, a raw shriek that burned her throat. Her pussy stretched, accommodating his girth as he pierced past her hymen. Easily the man had deflowered her, and as tensed as she was he seemed not to care as he bounced her up and down.

Åshild was horrified. In a matter of a couple of minutes he had torn her clothes, stole her virginity, and cum inside of he before setting her on her feet and discarding her. She fell to her ass, frozen in a mixture of shock and horror as he ran away. Cum leaking out of her and...there was no love or warmth.

She sat there a couple of minutes, silent, delirious. She wished she had just imagined it, but the girl had touched the mixture of cum and blood to find it real. Åshild gulped, thirsty, tired, sore, hungry...and when she looked she could see the smoke billowing out of the trees. Maybe...maybe there was someone else here to help her, that could kill that wickedly evil man.

Åshild had trouble walking, needing the trees to support her from multiple places of pain, but it did the job. It seemed to take her a good while to get to the opening where the fire was, and she did not seem to see him as she collapsed against a tree huffing. Stupid girl, should have drank from the stream. Yet...she had not thought about that until collapsing against this tree.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe could hear her coming. He had been here on the island half his life. He knew every rock and tree. He knew when a new family of birds showed up, and he knew the sounds of the forest. There was only one creature on the island that made as much noise as she did when they walked. The young woman was approaching the camp. He heard her collapse at the large white pine that stood just at the edge of clearing where he camped. "Antree" as he called her, was a favorite of his. The wind in her needles made a soothing whistle at night, and helped him judge the weather. Her pitch was his glue and sealant. He used it for nearly everything. Her cones were full of pine nuts which were a rich and tasty source of food. But Antree had a secret, a sinister one, and the girl was about to find out about it.

Joe quickly got to his feet and headed to her. He couldn't let this happen. Moving silently so as not to scare her, he appeared in front of the exhausted girl. He quickly lifted her into his arms and brushed the fire ants from her thighs just as they began to sting. He quickly stepped back a few feet and pointed silently at the base of the tree as millions of bright red stinging ants poured from their nest. He held her firmly in his arms and slowly walked into his camp. Sitting on a log near the fire, he rolled her onto her stomach, he ass in the air and began to examine her thighs looking for bites. His iron like hand held her firmly in place.
His heavy leg held her legs in place as he worked applying a tiny drop of pine sap and a bit of eucalyptus leaf to each one. He knew from experience that without that treatment each bite would become infected and become a sore fiery, painful boil. When He found a bite near her labia, he carefully spread them, and using his finger carefully wiped away the bloody cum that still coated her as he went searching for ants and bites and finding one just at the bottom of her slit, treated it even more carefully than the others. When he had finished, he turned her back over and sat her gently back in his lap. He pointed over at the big pine and said "Antree...Antree! danger!" the hugging her against his chest he smiled. "Safe".

She was small enough that he could hold her easily in one arm. Moving her to his hip like a baby, and cupping her ass firmly in a huge hand, he stood and moved to the fire where two grouse were cooking skewered on a stick. He turned the birds and then dipped a hand made wooden cup into a bucket fashioned of dear hide, and offered her the clear cool water. He loved the feel of her warm naked body against his side. He carried her back to the log and on the way grabbed an apple from a homemade basket before sitting down and turning her to face him in his lap, her legs wrapped around his narrow waist. "Eat" he told her as he handed her the apple.

Even fully rested, the tiny woman would have had difficulty resisting what he did. As she was, it wasn't even a possibility. Joe knew from his own experience, though it was long ago what she needed. He wasn't offering her options, his whole manner was commanding, firm, but in a gentle way.

 

[Lagertha]

Åshild was woken up abruptly by the feeling of hands on her again, much like the beach. Her golden hues slide open, sore and exhausted as she glimpsed the tan skin and blond hair of the man that had just defiled her. She moved, weak to want to smack him, but she yelped as the ants started to bite her. Åshild was uncertain why she clung to him, but then again she wondered why she had found him again. Was there no one else on this island? This place? No one to save her?

She tried fighting with him, but the man easily picked her up, cleaned the ants off her. Her face turned bright red, angered when he pulled an ant off her vagina and got rid of the mixture of his cum and her blood. Reluctantly, Åshild let the man take care of her, too tired and weak to care. She groaned, tensing when he put the plant on her wounds before picking her back up.

Åshild looked at the tree as he pointed to it. She could see now, the millions of red ants climbing over it, up it's bark and shivered. Only when he hugged her close to him, to tell her he was safe that she smacked his arm, though it was more like a swat to him.

"Ey!" Åshild was surprised when he lifted her up with one arm, she felt like a toy a child might carry around. She grabbed his chest hair, afraid of being dropped as he got a ladle of water before moving and sitting down with her.

She was fine when he offered the water, dying of thirst as she greedily took it and gulped it down. It was when he moved her, to face him that she gave a disguised face. Åshild moved her legs in, even though he had spread them around his waist, she bent them. Her knees rested against his stomach, while she bent her head down to grab the apple and eat it. This was so weird and awkward, and she was still naked. All she knew was she felt like a captive, and she needed to rest. Rest, water, food in her stomach and hopefully she would be able to get out of here and away from him.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe had lost much of his perspective in his near 18 years on the island. Just the same, he had lost neither his intelligence nor his sense of reality. Like it or not, for the two of them, life was the island, and it was an exceedingly beautiful, desolate place. For Joe, finding the young woman was like Christmas and eighteen birthdays all rolled in to one. The trauma of the first days and weeks in this place were long gone, while for her they were just beginning. When she pulled her knees together, and looked away from him, doing her best to curl up and still remain where he had put her, it struck a nerve. The memories of his loss so many years ago flooded back. He wanted in the worst way for this tiny woman to be the young woman he had left behind as by some twist of fate, he alone was spared in that awful day. The pain he was reliving helped him to understand her wanting to curl up within herself and withdraw. He could see that she wanted to cover herself and hide but what cover he had was scarce to non-existent. The animals on the island were small. Rabbits and grouse were near the biggest, and with the temperatures being so temperate, clothing was barely worth the effort. All the rabbit pelts were used for bedding. Still he would do what he could.

He lifted her from his lap and seated her on the log beside him as he pulled the grouse from the fire and carefully placed it in his prized wooden bowl, carved out over many hours with a piece of coral. He pulled the meat apart and set the bowl in her lap. "Eat" he said, his tone as gentle as he could manage. Taking an apple, he ate that hoping that the "chicken like" Grouse would taste good to her. He filled her water cup and went to his sleeping platform, and laid down to rest. Even if she left, the girl would be back. Hunger, fear, and the creeping things on the forest floor would drive her to him. It had already. For the moment, he lay there quietly watching her from a distance, but easily within her sight. The platform was his one true comfort, an immense improvement over either the windy beach, or sleeping among the creeping things. The many rabbit pelts made it soft and comfortable, where otherwise the reeds and fronds it was made from had prickly edges.

The time had come to wait, and wait he would. For the moment, she was a pleasing thing to look at even if it meant there were two mouths to feed.

 

[Lagertha]

How was anyone supposed to feel in this type of situation? She had lost everything, knowing not how long she had been out on the beach before this strange man had found her. Not only had he tried to take care of her, at first, he had raped her in a few minutes and then left her to stumble after him. Now..he had saved her from red ant bites, and was feeding her but it did not seem like he knew how to speak. How long had he been her? Wandering around this place? Not knowing if anyone would come or not?

Åshild was silent when he put her down, giving her some more water as she discarded the apple core. She lapped it up, trying to quench her thirst of water. She was so hungry when he dropped that meat in her lap in a bowl that she did not seem to notice anything else. She ate it, not caring it was bland, just to stuff her stomach full of something.

She put the bowl down, noting that had had moved to some form of a hut to sleep. Still, stubborn as the girl was, and as angry as she was at him, she stayed on the log and curled up. It was an odd feeling..knowing she was no longer a virgin. Knowing a man she did not know had taken her virginity. Her mother had often told her it would be enjoyable if she did it with someone she loved, pleasurable, but Åshild had felt anything but pleasure. The thought annoyed her, and she grunted, praying she would not let any man do that again so long as she lived. The girl just needed rest, and she closed her eyes making a list of what she would do tomorrow; Get up and search around the island for anyone else, for a way out.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

He watched as the girl ate everything he had offered and he could see the fatigue in her face as a full stomach and the stress of the last 24 ours began to slowly shut her down. He had hoped that the kindness and the need to sleep would outweigh the fear that had been created by his moment of weakness and indiscretion, and that she would understand the utter loneliness of this place and what it had driven him to do. When she set down the empty bowl on the log leaving only well picked bones and drew herself up in a ball and sat there teetering on the log trying to balance and sleep at the same time, his heart broke. He could not blame her for her feelings and nor did he attempt to make excuses. He got up and sat beside her on the log a couple feet away. "I'm sorry... go lay down... sleep." He built up the fire a bit and taking his home made spear, he walked slowly out of the camp. Heading for the creek, he waded its length for a good hour.

He strung the fish on a cord twisted from reeds, which he slung over his shoulder. When he had just a bit more than he thought they could eat that day he headed up the hill and picked another dozen apples. Heading back down the hill toward the camp, he wondered what he might find. His best hope was that the girl would be sleeping peacefully on the platform. His worst fear was that she would have left without sleep. If that path had been chosen, it would be a long night. Even though there were no threatening predators on the island, both forest and beach were full of biting stinging creatures, and plants which, while they looked edible, would make one deathly ill. As he drew near the camp, his stomach grew tense over what he might find.

 

[Lagertha]

She had not thought he would say such words, or make such movements, but the man had. It spurred her awake as she looked at him and watched him silently. She blinked a few times, rubbing her eyes as he vanished into the trees. Nothing but the sway of his tan ass, long blond hair, being in view for a while before disappearing.

"Did he..? Apologize?.." Åshild was confused. She ran her fingers through her matted long red hair, sighing. Her eyes scanning on the bed. She had not gotten much sleep, but she could leave now while he was away to look around the island. The thought was painful, it was getting dark relatively fast, and she did not have the energy to move around much.

The ideas played in her head, but Åshild finally gave in and got off the log. She slowly walked over to his makeshift best, seeing the rabbit pelts laid out neatly. It looked like leaves and branches made the roof. She should have wondered how long he would be gone, but she was so tired that she pulled herself into his makeshift bed. Åshild slide all the way over to the inside, her face towards the branch wall as she curled up. Trying her best to relax before falling asleep.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

When Joe arrived back at camp he was relieved to see that the girl had crawled into the bed and was sound asleep. H e was pretty sure she would sleep for several hours if left undisturbed, and so he set about cleaning the fish and gathering mushrooms. They grew all about the camp and if you got the right ones were safe and delicious, make a bad choice and you might die. Along with a few wild parsnips he found, they would make a delicious fish chowder. His cook pot was a geode he had found and cracked in half. its hollow center made a very crude but durable pot. Many hours of hand rubbing with a piece of coral had smoothed its rough interior.

He cut up the fish with a piece of flaked obsidian, which was awkward , but insanely sharp, and he set the entire chowder to boiling. A wild onion provided the only spice he had available. He wrapped a couple of apples in leaves and set them by the fire to bake. It was a treat his mother had taught him to make many years ago, but in an oven, and one of the few pleasant things he could still remember about home. With dinner slowly cooking he sat on the log and watched the young girl sleep, hoping that when she woke up, she would understand that he meant her no harm, and didn't run off into the night. She was sleeping soundly and seemed like it would be near midnight when she would first wake up.

 

[Lagertha]

She rolled on her back, her legs still pointed towards the wall as she sighed. Deep slumber had never felt so good, and the whole event had been exhausting in the bit. Though, it was only a few minutes of laying on her back before she shot awake. Hitting her head on the ceiling of the small structure before groaning.

Åshild had been asleep for a few hours, enough to feel rested, but not enough to feel fully rested. She rolled on her side groaning. She had forgot that she was sunburnt, and laying on her back had reminded her of that. The girl tried to roll back over to fall back asleep, but the smell of something cooking hit her nose and the flickering of the fire.

She was silent when she sat up, brushing her hair out of her face as she looked at him. He seemed deep in thought with the way he was fixing whatever he was fixing..but he had not harmed her while she was sleeping.

"What's your name?" Åshild could speak properly now, with the amount of water she had drank. "How long have you been here?" Her legs hung off the edge of the shelter, and one of her hands was on the ceiling as she looked at him. "My name's Åshild..." She said softly.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

He looked up from carving a second cup and spoon with his obsidian knife. He smiled at her and answered "Joe". He cleared his throat trying to find the words. "Ah about 18 years ago. You are the first person I've ever found here. My plane crashed. How did you get here? Are you hungry?" He looked down again and continued his carving, while he waited for her answer. Before she could answer, he quickly blurted out. "I meant what I said, I really am sorry about what happened on the beach." he looked back down again. " Being alone this long has changed me."

 

[Lagertha]

So his name was Joe...and he could speak english fluently, though it seemed he had a funny accent she had never heard of before. She picked her legs up, watching him and pulling her hair over her breasts to cover them.

"Yes..I'm hungry it smells good.." Åshild admitted. "We were on a ship...watching dolphins...my mom..." She wrapped her arms around her, the claws marks on her arms were still fresh. It was when he apologized that Åshild could no longer hold her tears back and cried. At least he had apologized but it wasn't just that that was making her cover her face as she cried. Everything her entire life, and the loss of her family, the words her mother had screamed in her ears as they went under water. "My...mom..." Åshild was hyper ventilating.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe set down the cup and walked slowly to her. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her and gently held her head against his chest as she cried. "Its ok to cry... I cried for weeks" he said. " my wife and baby were on the plane. I never saw them again. I became like an animal. It was my way of coping. I'm afraid you were the victim of that. Wait here I'll bring you some chowder. its good and hot. " He waited a moment before letting go of here and then went and fill a cup and gave it to her with a hand made wooden spoon. He picked up the rough but usable cup he had been working on and filled it for himself. Returning to her, he sat beside her quietly as he ate. He knew there was not much else to say at that moment.

"Have you ever had baked apples?" he asked her.

 

[Lagertha]

How selfish...Åshild had only been remembering what she had lost that she had not thought this man had lost anything himself. When he spilled the words out after hugging her, it made her feel bad. He said he had been there eighteen years...alone, knowing the two people most important to him were dead. The apology only made her feel worse. She had been so focused on the loss she was feeling she had not thought he had mourned..here the man was taking care of her as well.

"T-Thanks.." She rubbed her red eyes as he brought over some soup and a drink for her. Looking at it, her mouth watered and she took a spoonful. Pleasantly, she was surprised at the taste. "It's good..I've never had chowder before."

Her golden eyes followed him as he sat next to her. Shoveling a few more spoonfuls before she shifted. "You don't..have to sleep out of this, you can sleep beside me..I'm not used to sleeping alone..Ever since my father left and I went to court...my mother always slept curled up next to me." She looked at him when he asked about baked apples and shook her head. "Not unless it's apple pie..I've never just had baked apples alone."​

 

[wolvenrogue]

" Well they are my favorite childhood memory. I don't have brown sugar, but they are as close as I can get here." He retrieved the two apples from the fire and unwrapped then on the plate and brought them to her for them to share. "It's not apple pie, but kinda like the filling with out the crust. I'm sorry you had to be here, but I can't tell you how good it feels to have another human being to be with.

When they finished eating, he rinsed the dishes, and returned to her at the bed. If you can, it would be good to sleep some more. Your body is very tired. Will you let me take care of your sun burn so it doesn't blister? We have Aloe growing here and it will cool the burning." he walked to the edge of thecamp in the firelight and picked some.

Returning to the bed, he climbed in and stretched out. " Lay down on your stomach, your back is the worst."

 

[Lagertha]

"S we are the only two on this place?..." Åshild asked as he spoke about his childhood. She rubbed her arm when he spoke about it all. "So..no one came looking for you or your family....I'm sorry.." She looked up when he brought over the apples so they could share. She smiled shyly and started to eat. The apple was good, different. Åshild was so used to eating sugary stuff or salt and pepper on food that it tasted different, but it was still good.

There was no arguing when he took the dish from her and moved to rinse it. The man was thorough, but then again one would have to be to live out here for so long. She crawled into the bed, going over by the wall again and curling up with her eyes open, only when he came back did she look at him.

"Okay..." Åshild knew her back was burning, though she had been quiet about it. She rolled flat on her stomach, spreading out. Her back, neck, arms, and some of her legs and feet were burnt. She grabbed her long hair, pulling it off her back and laying on it. Though she kept her head looking away from him shyly. How could she still feel shy like this? "Thank you." Åshild said softly.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe squeeze the Aloe juice out on her back and gently , gingerly rubbed it in. Other than a few stripes from her torn clothing she was near totally burned even her most tender parts. He worked his way slowly down her body, avoiding her sex. When he had done her back he asked her to roll over and did her thighs and tummy and arms but when he had finished, he coughed shyly and ask "shall I do your breasts and between your legs? Your are awfully red there." he waited for her to answer. He knew this was awkward for her but he also knew that the aloe would ease her pain and help her to sleep. "I'm sure it will make you feel better. "

"you will find that we don't have much here but what we do have you should take advantage of. Life is hard enough"

 

[Lagertha]

Her eyes closed while he rubbed the juice into her skin. It was soothing, as soon as it hit any of her burns it made her sigh. She felt awkward when he told her to roll on her back, and Åshild was very careful as she did so, letting him rub the majority of her down. Though, she was thankful he avoided her breasts and slits. When he mentioned, or asked if he should do them for her, she sat up quickly. Her face turned red as she extended her hands out for the plants.

"I-I can do it myself." The thought made her stomach turn, it had not been pleasant her first time and it seemed like Åshild herself wanted to avoid anymore more of that type of thing.

"I know life is hard.." She was soft when she spoke about it. "Thanks...you saved me.." She was shy when she asked but waited for him to hand over the plant.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe handed her the Aloe, and showed her just how to squeeze it to get the most juice. "Please don't worry. I wont force myself on you ever again. It was a terrible mistake. I would take it back if I could." He had seen the panic in her eyes when he had asked her about her most private parts. When she had finished applying the allow, he stretched out on the bed laying on his side facing her but leaving a few inches of space between them. He waited to see what she would do. whether she would feel comfortable enough to cuddle against him as she had against her mother. "sleep little one" he finally said "the sun will come early."

He had longed for company for so long. He knew he wouldn't sleep until he knew how she would respond.

 

[Lagertha]

She turned her back to him a little embarrassed when he handed her the plant and showed her how to do it. She applied it on her breasts and vagina, as well as her asshole as she listened to him. Åshild handed him the remnants of the plant, allowing him to discard it as he told her he wouldn't take her by force again. "Okay.." Her words caught a little bit, but she knew he was being sincere as he laid down.

Åshild laid down herself, but she felt a bit awkward as she moved closer. "I'm sorry...I can't sleep unless we are touching." She was shy and awkward..it was not like she had ever spent the night at a boy's house before so this was all new to her.​

 

[wolvenrogue]

Joe smiled as she pressed her back into him. Her body was warm and soft. He had dreamed of the touch of another human being for so long, it seemed almost unbelievable. Without words he let his arm fall across her soft waste and gently snuggled her against him. As he did so his flaccid member pressed gently against the back of her thighs. He prepared himself to be rejected at the touch but hoped it would not happen. He did his best to keep his gentle hug as paltonic as possible with them both being naked. It seemed that every nerve ending was on high alert. Every instinct in his body wanted more, but he knew that to lose control now would devastate any chance of trust between them. If there was to be a next step it would have to be hers. He gently kissed her shoulder and said "good night."