The Marsh

They met when she was homeless. Mina had no one in her life, so no one cared that she left Montana and moved towards Florida. Don’t get it wrong, she tried her best to flourish in the humid weather, but nothing ever blossomed from her work. Before long, she had nothing, just one raggedy umbrella, and a handful of pennies to hopefully buy her pinching stomach a cheap hot dog. She was hungry and miserable, but she refused to head back to Montana. It was a matter of spiteful pride, but also stubbornness. The cold regions of the far mountains held too many memories that hurt her head. After a year on the stinking streets of Gator Falls, she met the man who later became her savior. Her lover. Her master.

It was raining the day she met him. Cold, heavy. Wet and mood-dampening. She lost her umbrella to a fellow homeless man; well, she gave it to him as it seemed he needed more than she did. Fuck her kind heart. Shivering, she pressed her dirty body against a refrigerator unit that was outside a diner, as it radiated a faint heat, just enough to help fight her skin quaking. She never saw the three men who cornered her. But she couldn’t scream either, as they were quick to cover her mouth.

Pinned to the filthy, wet ground, littered with rotting trash, Mina fought and rolled and scratched. She never once screamed, knowing no good ever comes from that action. One man covered her face with her own shirt, stuffing the edge into her mouth to silence her even more, as another worked to pull down her grime caked jeans. She kicked and clawed at anyone who touched her, but in her fear, her misery spread, making her urinate, causing the warm liquid to chafe and stick to her skin. The men laughed and jeered as she soiled her clothes. After her second of shame, it didn’t take long for them to undress her. One man pinned her arms, and another pinned her legs open. She felt the hot skin of the last men about to plunge into her body. She hissed and tried one last time to kick the men off. All that got her was a punch in the stomach. Gasping for her breath, Mina prepared for her oncoming rape. To make it worse, Mina could hear other people walk by, and not even one even tried to help her, some muttered about the filth of transients, but kept on walking. Except one. Her savior.

“Get the fuck away from her!!” a loud, brusque voice shouted. The men who had her release her, letting out grunts as the voice delivered unseen blows to the men. With her shirt still covering her head, she could only hear as her brutish savior chased off her attackers, giving Mina some time to redress. Her panties were ruined, and she had no money to buy another pair. Her jeans were tacky with blood and chaffing from her urine, but she didn’t have anything else to cover herself with. Once dressed, she moved to hide/lean against the refrigerator unit she tried to take shelter against just moments ago. Luckily, it stopped raining. For the time being, at least.

“Hey. You alright, girlie?” looking up through her wet, clumpy bangs, Mina stiffened as her savior stood in front of her, offering an umbrella to shield her from the cold rain. She nodded once. She didn’t take the umbrella, though.

“Do you want to go to a hospital?” he asked. Mina shook her head. The man sighed.

“I can’t leave you here, girlie. Guess I'm taking you home.” Mina stiffened, which caused her savior to look at her calmly. He smiled, a kind gesture on a rugged, brutish face.

“I don’t mean nothing by that. Just offering a warm place to sleep. Looks like you need it.” he replied. Mina studied the man.

He was tall and broad, with a body that screamed of a life of hard work and labor. Greying blonde hair that was sheered short, military short and piercing eyes the color of frosted steel. He radiated with a menacing aura, but despite that, Mina felt herself starting to relax in his presence. She knew, he would be a kind man. Well, kinder than the men who would normally bother her. Safe. But that was enough.

The man held out his hand, waiting. She took it.

~~~…~~~

The man, who later asked her to call him Dean, was kind. He was brutish, crass even, but he was kind. After allowing Mina to shower at his place, he gave her some shorts that were too big, but they had a drawstring, and a long shirt. He placed her soiled clothes into a trash bag, tying the bag shut. When she came out of the shower, clean and still mildly timid, Dean had a bowl of savory beef stew waiting for her. She channeled all of her strength to not just devour the bowl like a starving dog.

Dean just watched as she tried not to gorge herself. From the corner of her eyes, she saw him smiling, amused.

“You’re welcome to stay for a bit. I work most of the day, but you are welcome to just hang out. When you’re ready to leave, I’ll take you to where you wish to go.” Dean reported. Mina nodded, keeping her head down submissively. After eating, Dean gave her a scratchy but thick blanket and a fat pillow to sleep with on his couch. So much time had passed, and it was nightfall. It was raining again. In the warmth of Dean’s home, Mina drifted off into a relaxed sleep, undisturbed. For the first time in a long time...she dreamt of no nightmares.

Dean went to work in the morning, leaving Mina alone in the house. Curious, she went outside to explore.

Dean lived in the marsh, deep in the marsh. His home was nestled on a manmade island, surrounded by grimy water with one red dirt road that led away from the small sanctuary. The grass outside was long, vibrant green with dragonflies and crickets. The light wind of the marsh made those long blades of grass shush like whispers of spirits. There were no neighbors, none that she could see, anyway. Mina walked back to reside under the heavy cloth canopy, relaxing in the mild shade. She stayed on the porch. There was a small alligator basking on the bank of the swamp.

The small crocodilian was petite, no longer than three feet, but it watched her as she watched it back. She had to admit; it was kinda cute for a modern-day dinosaur.

She then slipped back inside and started cleaning, sweeping up dust and dirt that was tracked inside, relocating spiders from the corners of the rooms to the grass outside. She dug in his fridge, pulling out cold rice, strips of salty fatty bacon, eggs, scallions and bean sprouts. Despite his rustic living, and rugged appearance, Dean had a diverse diet of vegetables and fruits. Placing the food to the side, Mina then focused on washing the dishes. She then scrubbed the inside of the oven clean, scraping off blackened food and muck and rust. She scoured the outside, cleaning off the burners and the guards until they glistened like new steel. She even ran a load of paint covered laundry, occasionally taking some of the clothes outside to beat off thick sheets of dust before washing them twice.

She was washing the windows when Dean came back, with him covered in chalky dust and splatter of white paint. He paused as he noticed the cleanliness of his home. His steel blue eyes focused on Mina, who paused on the window washing. Mina stood, placing her cleaning cloth on her shoulder, wiping her hands free of accumulated filth. She spoke not one word as Dean went over every inch of the house, making soft noises of surprise at her handiwork.

“Did you clean everything?” he asked, amazed at all the work the little stray had done. Mina nodded, shy and a bit embarrassed. She held her hands in front of her, folded and her head held down.

“Impressive. You didn’t have to do that.” Dean then bent to take off his boots, gently placing them outside. The strong, salty/sour smell of foot sweat filled the room faintly, slowly diminishing as Dean’s feet aired out. Mina then moved over to the sink, cleaning her hands. She pulled out a large pan and added a few strips of bacon to the pan, already diced into neat little chunks. Once that was cooked, she threw in the cold rice and eggs, then scallions and sprouts.

They ate the rice, fried and flavorful. Dean walked over to the fridge and pulled out a dark beer. He gave Mina a sip, laughing as her face scrunched from the strong, bitter taste. She thought it tasted way too much like paint thinner. Dean gave her a room temperature ginger ale to wash out the bitter taste of stout. That was much better. They ate in silence, comfortable with each other, despite only knowing one another for less than a day.

~~~....~~~

Before long, several weeks have passed. The pair lived as roommates in the marsh, relaxed and content with each other’s quiet company. Dean took Mina out into town a few times for clothing and toiletries, and the occasional book. Since then, Dean took a look at his quaint little house in the marsh. He had enough land and steadily added onto the home, renovating a decent sized shed to act as the second room while he connected them together. It didn’t take long, and soon after, Mina had a place of her own. Dean got her a twin bed and a dresser. She still didn’t speak, but she thanked him by making him one hell of a meal and even mended some of his favorite blankets with neat, but clumsy and uneven stitches. It wasn’t much, but the stoic man wouldn’t want for anything.

Mina rarely talked, but the times she did, her voice was as soft as the whispering grass. She asked for very little and kept the house clean.

Over time, she thought of Dean. She thought of his kindness, his obvious strength. It wasn’t long after her thoughts of the stoic man that she realized she loved him.

~~~...~~~

Dean had the rare day off and was moving a large wash tub outside into the sunny air. He filled it with cool water and stripped down, unashamed. He wore no underwear. Climbing into the tub, Mina couldn’t help but steal glances at the naked man.

He had muscle, a thin layer of fat that rounded his stomach slightly but still illuminated strong abs. Thick legs and even thick arms. He was strong, very strong, and his body showed off his strength. But Mina was enraptured by his being. She then strayed her eyes further down Dean’s powerful body. More specifically, his cock.

The fleshy organ was interesting, to say the least. Thick, like one of his beer bottles, and as long as her hand. It appeared like it was velvety soft, and flaccid if she remembered the word right, a darker red than his sunburnt face. It looked smooth, rarely a wrinkle, but still firm in its deflated state.

Dean caught her staring. He smirked, a perverse twist on his lips at her interest.

“Come join me if you’re going to stare.” he muttered, amused at the girl’s curiosity. Mina bit her lip, she could feel the fluttering of pressure deep in her navel, down to her slippery entrance. Making up her mind, Mina stripped out of her borrowed clothes and eased her naked body into the tub. She shivered as the slippery wet flesh of Dean cushioned her bottom with his thighs. Dean was grinning, enjoying that the young woman had joined him. He leaned back, watching as the woman wriggled to get comfortable. He did let out a soft grunt as Mina moved to lean her back onto Dean’s chest, her shapely bottom covering his cock. He sighed as her slippery skin felt warm against him, in contrast to the cooling water. They sat there, quietly, and their twin arousals growing.

Dean then grabbed her thighs, and gently parted them, lining his hardening cock with her orifice. He kept an eye on Mina's face, memorizing her face, waiting for her silent consent. She was nervous, but she was willing. He trickled water in his hand over her soft breasts, smirking as her pert nipples pebbled up and stiffened. With quick hands, Dean had Mina facing him, her wet chest slippery against his own. Mina kept her eyes on Dean, and slowly, very slowly, sunk onto his stiffened cock. She gasped as she was stretched wonderfully, her soft pubic mound brushing against Dean’s base. Her back arched, enraptured by pleasure.

Dean raised her slightly, using her hips to lift her and pierce her on his cock. The water splashed gently against them. She whimpered, biting her hand to stifle her wanton cries.

“So warm. So wet and soft...” he mumbled, taking his time. Mina gasped. Even after all this time spent with the older man, she barely spoke a word. She curled into Dean’s chest, gasping as he gently thrusted into her. Her new lover seemed to curl around her as well, as if to shield her from something. The woman moaned as she felt Dean’s hot breath, lightly soured by beer, tickle her ear as his hands cupped and fondled the swell of her breasts.

Dean then held her tight and stood in the tub, causing Mina to wrap her legs around Dean’s waist, his cock still nestled inside her. He then carried her into the house and dropped her gently on his firm bed. He stood over her, panting as Mina stretched out and opened her legs.

Dean pushed Mina’s legs up, her knees to her belly, revealing her soft, hairy mound. He used two thick fingers to open her up, crooning as he found her erect and stiff clit. Mina gasped as the pad of Dean’s thumb pushed down slightly on her hypersensitive nub; running a delicate circle over it. She mewled, like a frantic and needy kitten. Dean relished in the sound. He smirked as her softer hands clenched tight on the blanket, gripping handfuls as he stimulated her to lustful madness.

“So pretty…like a porcelain doll.” Dean muttered. Mina’s legs trembled as she kept them folded and up by the sides of her stomach. She gasped and moaned as he teased her clit, easing his deft fingers inside her, caressing her inner glans.

The heated man suddenly had a wonderful idea. He quit his ministrations, earning a pouty whine from his young lover.

“Do not move an inch.” He ordered. Mina, still silent, obeyed with enthusiasm. Her body quivered, her arousal heavy and sweet in the muggy air. Her very breath heated and fast from her rising arousal.

Dean came back with a few small rolls of cotton rope. Mina bit her lip, watching as Dean unrolled the rope and placed a coil on her belly. He leaned over her body, moving her hands up to her head. Mina gasped as Dean then tied her hands to his headboard, which held a few handmade notches in the wood, perfect for restraining his new lover. She gave an experimental tug on the ropes, earning a light tap on her bottom to make her stop.

The ropes were snug, but not too tight, just enough to send the message that she is under the illusion of being trapped. That she belongs to him now. Mina gasped as Dean lifted her thighs higher, peppering the pale flesh with the softest of kisses. Then, with predatory ease he tied her legs open, her knees to the side of her belly. Mina hissed slightly at the minor burning of stretched muscles.

Dean traced his calloused finger over her sweetening slit, rubbing a bit firmly on her nub. He parted her lower lips, revealing the ripe pinkness of her flesh. Her thighs quivered with anxious need. Her inner body throbbed with arousal, eager and ready.

Dean draped his body over Mina’s. He had one thick hand by her head, his steel blue eyes staring down at her as he used his other hand to guide the fleshy head of his cock into her. Mina gasped, a mewling sound escaping her throat as Dean’s largeness stretched her sexually neglected orifice.

“D...dea...” Mina stammered. Dean, once fully in, placed a finger on her pink lips, silencing her.

“Shh... I got you.” He then placed his other hand on the other side of Mina’s head, his gaze still watching her face as it fluttered and twisted with pleasure. He began to thrust.

The gyrations of his large hips filled and pumped into Mina, causing the young woman to gasp and moan as she was wracked with pleasure. Dean leaned down and kissed the corner of her mouth, her forehead, trailing his mouth to her lush breasts, nipping her pebbly nipples.

Mina let out soft gasps and vocalizations as she struggled weakly against the ropes, longing to feel her new lover.

“God, you’re so warm. So wet for me...” Dean growled out, his voice rougher with arousal.

“please...please...” Mina gasped, her breasts bouncing along with Dean’s thrusts. Dean then reached down and rubbed and pinched Mina’s little nub. He traced a callused finger over the bundle of nerves, grinning as she shuddered from the stimulation.

It wasn’t long after that Mina let out a soft cry, her body shuddering as hormones and pleasure wracked her body with a flush of heat. Dean snarled and gave his little lover one final thrust, filling her warm orifice with hot seed. He stood over her, panting, the sweat dripping off his brow.

With slightly shaky hands, Dean untied her hands, finally allowing Mina to sit up and wrap her slender arms around Dean’s broad shoulders. Both were panting hard, slowly coming down from the lustful high.

“YOu’re mine. All mine.” Dean rasped, still coming down.

“I’m yours. Only yours.”

And that was the beginning of their heated relationship.

~~~...~~~

Time went by and before the two residents of the marsh realized, it’s been over a year. The two of them grew closer, with Mina slowly claiming her voice once more. Dean loved that his young lover made her home on the island, no longer timid and stressed from whatever she went through before their meeting.

Now, Mina sat on Dean’s favorite chair, watching a special blue and white stick, waiting. She felt a weight in her stomach, tense and worried for the result.

“Mina?” prying her eyes away from the stick, Mina watched as Dean, caked in dirt and plaster from his work, stripped down to his boxers and moved to lift Mina. The young woman allowed the man to reclaim his seat and soon sat and curled on his lap.

“What is it?” Dean asked, also watching the stick. He knew what it was. He bought it.

“Don’t know. Nervous.” Mina admitted. Dean placed a soft kiss at the crook of her neck.

“I am too.”

A handful of minutes later, Mina picked up the pregnancy test with her eyes closed. She took a deep breath.

A plus sign. One light blue plus sign stared at Dean and Mina.

“A baby. We’re going to have...” Dean whispered, rubbing Mina’s stomach with faint awe.

“A baby.” Mina then threw her arms around her lover, her shoulder shaking as she cried. Dean held her as well, smiling.

They stayed in their embrace, joy and love and a bit fear in their hearts.

Mina left home for a new start, and once she met Dean, she got it.

Dean was used to being alone, and now he wouldn’t have his previous life with his little lover. He wouldn’t change it for the world.