Secret Night

The French attacked in the middle of the night. The fire had been raging for a whole day. Colonel Willis finally found his daughter at the sheriff's. If seven of his officers hadn't been assigned to the rest of the detachment a week ago, Courtney would have been sent to Fort Myers long ago, which was captured today. Willis thanked fate that he hadn't made it in time. However, she couldn't stay in the camp for another minute. Courtney, whom the sheriff had barely managed to take out of the house, sat in her father's cloak and boots on her bare feet. She seemed calm. The colonel hugged his daughter and briefly thanked the sheriff.

here. I asked Daniel Smith to hide you in the reservation until reinforcements arrive. You will wait for us there. We need to go. Are you ready?

He was a very tall, strong man in his early thirties, with dark, slightly curly hair. His gray eyes with a mysterious sparkle were always hidden under his hat; it was clear he wasn't much of a talker.

"Hurry, Miss Willis," he said instead of a greeting. "Where is her horse, sir?"

"Sorry, Daniel, the sheriff didn't take it. Looking for a free horse now is simply pointless."

Daniel winced slightly and offered her his hand, helping her climb onto the horse behind him.

How long has it been since I've been with a woman? he thought.

"And here's the stop," Daniel sighed with relief, dismounted, and helped his companion down. "We'll spend the night here and set off further tomorrow."

They entered a small cave where a fire was still smoldering from the Indians' stay the day before. Huge smooth stones lay on the floor, covered with a bearskin, and a spring flowed in the depths.

"You can drink from there—the water is clean."

He pulled a mug from his bag and handed it to her. Her cheeks were burning, she was shivering from the cold.

"Thank you. Is there any dry clothing here? My cloak is all wet."

"No. Here, take this."

He pulled a blanket from his bag. Courtney threw off her cloak and washed her face by the water while he built up the fire. She was wearing a white lace chemise with short sleeves and a flowing wide skirt just below the knees, the hem of which was stained with dirt. She wrapped herself in the blanket and sat on the skin by the fire. He approached her and handed her a piece of jerky, poured her some whiskey from a flask, and sat down next to her.

"We don't have warm clothes. You need to warm up, or you'll get sick."

She obediently took a couple of sips. She was very close, he could smell her scent. Trying not to think about it anymore, he downed all the whiskey from the flask in one gulp.

They talked and joked for a long time before she dozed off. He watched her for a long time, then quickly and silently lay down next to her. Her scent and the whiskey began to drive him crazy. Without thinking anymore, he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck. She opened her eyes and sat up sharply. Surprise was in her dark, beautiful eyes.

"What are you doing, Daniel?"

"Shh. Quiet. Come to me."

He reached for her and, embracing her back, kissed her. Taken by surprise, she froze. (When he felt her in his hands, his mind began to shut down. With his right hand, he grasped her thigh and pulled her towards him, still kissing. When he began kissing her neck and moving lower, Courtney pushed him away. Jumping up, she ran to the opposite wall.

"Calm down immediately, you're drunk."

Daniel was silent, his breathing fast and heavy.

"Yes, you're right, sorry. I need to calm down."

For a couple of minutes, they silently looked at each other. Then Courtney felt awkward, she walked over to the spring and turned away. Daniel abruptly approached her from behind and pressed her firmly against him, lowering his hand between her legs.

"Please, Courtney, just be quiet, don't scream. I want you so much, right now. Everything will be fine, okay?"

Not giving her time to recover, he sharply turned her towards him and began kissing her, biting her lips, penetrating her mouth with his tongue. Easily lifting her, he tilted her hips back towards him. Courtney felt Daniel's large member between her legs. Pressing her against the cave wall, he pushed against her with his whole body, kissing her harder and harder.

Daniel picked the girl up and carried her to the fire. () Putting her on the stones, he left the cave. Courtney, barely breathing, jumped to her feet. He didn't return. Courtney slowly walked out of the cave; Daniel seemed to have disappeared.

She quickly untied the horse. At that moment, she heard Daniel's low voice from behind.

"Don't do that. Come to me."

She didn't move. He approached and, picking her up again, carried her to the fire and laid her on the stones. In his hands was a rope, which he threw nearby. Courtney remained proudly silent, and Daniel leaned over her, took off her tall father's boots, and pulled up her thin white skirt. Courtney closed her legs, but Daniel began stroking her between them. She tried to remove his hand, but he caught her hands himself and, kissing them, placed them behind her head with his left hand, continuing to stroke her there with his right, moving aside the satin fabric of her underwear. Then he easily jumped onto the stones, lay on top of her, and began kissing. Courtney saw him take out a small knife, move down to the bodice of her chemise, and cut it down to her waist.

"Oh, Cort, my sweet, what are you doing to me."

Daniel squeezed the soft breast with one hand, caressing Courtney below with the other. He gently stroked her mouth, then bit it. The curves of her high breasts, thin waist, rounded hips, her long wavy strands drove him crazy. Daniel cut her lace underwear with the knife and, covering it with his hand, pressed and released with his fingers in the cherished place. Courtney moaned loudly. Down there, she was all wet, but whispered:

"No, please, no. Stop, Daniel."

He began shallowly inserting his fingers, one, two, then three. Up, down. Courtney began writhing beneath him.

"Aaaa... mmm... aaaaaa."

Courtney moaned. Daniel, sitting up, pulled her closer, finding himself between her legs, and unbuttoning his trousers, placed his member against the girl and, waiting a couple of seconds, began to enter, deeper and deeper. Courtney fell silent, holding onto Daniel's hands, squeezing them tighter and tighter. Finally, he entered completely and began to move, faster and deeper until the girl, sighing, suddenly went limp in his arms. A second later, she felt his hot liquid filling her inside. Daniel carefully pulled out, gently wiping the spots of blood and semen from the girl's legs.

He lay down next to her; she was silent and didn't move. Running his fingers through her curls, he whispered tenderly:

"Forgive me, Courtney. Forgive me. Now you're only mine, no one will take you away now. Do you agree?"

"You need to discuss that with my father," the brunette said capriciously and suddenly pressed herself gently against him. "Hold me, you bastard."

Daniel's face brightened, he laughed loudly and hugged Courtney, kissing her forehead.