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 THE LONG ESCAPE by ShylyWild

   MF CONS ROM

   Authors Note:

   A little background: I am the only person I know that has been attacked
by a moose.  Yes, a moose.  It was in Banff , three years ago.  My husband
and I along with two other couples had made the trip to sightsee and maybe
ski a little.  The evening of the first day I went for a walk from the
little B&B where we were staying to get a flavor of the town.  As i walked
along a long road between some apartments or condos or something I spied a
huge, shaggy beast about 100 yards away.  He'd already noticed me - he was
standing head down, eyes glaring, forelegs braced.  A MOOSE!  In the middle
of town!  How cool!  And I didn't have my camera!  I closed about half the
distance so that I could get a better look.  He stared at me and I stared
at him.  Now, I am from a rural town in Texas and I know about livestock,
and I know what a bull looks like when it is about to charge, and this
moose was not looking happy.  Even though I felt like I was well out of his
personal space I began to get uneasy.  There was something malevolent,
almost predatory, in the way that he stared.  Maybe I'd better head back.
As I turned, the moose bolted after me!  I yelped and ran, but in what
seemed like just a few steps he was upon me!  There was a heart-stopping
THUMP on my back and I went rolling on the snow, my arms around my head,
the moose astride me pawing at my body while I cowered.  A SNUFF at my ear
and I distinctly heard his teeth click!  OMG I was about to be eaten alive
by a MOOSE!  I was screaming GET AWAY GET AWAY GET AWAY and suddenly there
were people and the moose was gone and I was curled in a ball with my eyes
tightly shut sobbing GET AWAY until they calmed me down.  Well, the
paramedics came and I wasn't hurt but I still have nightmares about it -
about the horrible SNUFF and the click of his teeth.  And now you know why
I wrote this story....  haha

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   THE LONG ESCAPE

   I bolt awake, the eerie wails of the hunting pack still echoing from the
surrounding peaks.  My chest clenches in fear and I stifle a cry, shrinking
into the protective embrace of your arms.  How had they found us?  Was our
long escape to be for naught?

   "Ssshhh," you soothe, snuggling me closer to your naked chest.  "They
are not near.  The rain has washed away our scent.  Do not be afraid!  You
are safe with me." Your hairs prickle my equally naked back as I fold your
arms even tighter around me.  Your hands automatically find my breasts and
cup them protectively.

   The rain has slackened somewhat, now little more than a drizzle.  As I
slowly relax, the need I had postponed in the evening as the rain slatted
down returns with a vengeance.  I shift uncomfortably.

   "I need to go outside," I whisper.  "I need to go."

   You hold me a bit longer, the bitter wind whipping the taut fabric of
the tiny tent.  My clothes, saturated by the rain of the past day, would be
halfway dry by now.  I had no wish to wet them again!  And it is so warm in
the blankets, so safe in your arms!  But my bladder will not be denied.  I
stir reluctantly; suddenly fearful of what lies outside in the dark.

   You sense my hesitation.  "Come, I will accompany you." You thrust us
both out of the blankets and the sudden chill takes my breath away.  I turn
towards the tent flap and fumble with the ties, but your hand on my
shoulder stays me.  "Take my cloak.  Wrap it around your shoulders."
Gratefully, I accept the garment.  It smells of you.

   Outside the wind is a solid wall of sound.  Only the scrubby trees at
the edge of the tree line impede its flow.  The distant peaks are bathed in
dim light, giving an almost unearthly beauty to our perch on the
mountainside.  Our tent is pitched on the soft, springy tundra, now matted
by the rain.  More wails in the distance!  My blood runs chill, but you are
there to reassure me.  I cling tight to your hand and squat, my skin numb
with cold and my hair already damp.  At first I cannot let go.  I glance up
at you - proud, strong, lean - chiseled against the light background of the
low scudding clouds, and once again I am struck by how you seem to belong
out here.  Your head is thrown back in defiance to the wind and the rain
and the slavering moose.  The dim light glistens on your beaded naked body.
I see your manhood profiled against the light and in spite of my fear,
desire awakens in me.  My stream splashes in the turf and I groan quietly
in relief.  I see your own stream arcing from your body, and in that moment
I am so close to you, grateful that you have chosen to share this most
intimate of moments with me.

   Back in the tent I search for the rag we use as a towel.  It is damp
from the soaking yesterday, yet it suffices to skim the worst of the
moisture from our bodies.  You chafe my body with it and feeling begins to
return, and with it, the cold.  As soon as I'm able I dive back into the
warmth of the swaddling blankets, shivering, impatient for you to join me.

   My thoughts drift back.  Was it just two days ago?  We were hunting, you
and I, slinking through the stones seeking the succulent snow geese. 
Almost too late we spied the eager pack, creep-creeping up on us, intent on
their prey.  A moment only we froze, and then off we were like deer leaping
from crag to crag, the moose in full cry behind us, gaining, certain of
their kill.  Trapped!  Penned at the edge of the precipice, backs to the
void and the moose closing round us with glistening fangs and blood red
eyes glowing malignantly in the rosy sunset.  You were so brave then,
fending them off with your long knife in a last, desperate attempt to
protect me, to shield me with your own body.  Moose blood spurted freely
but it was in vain, their numbers were too great.  I heard the teeth of the
leader snap on empty air as abruptly you snatched me in your arms and
hurtled us from the cliff!

   Down, down we fell into darkness.  I felt curiously detached, safe in
your arms, reconciled to my death.  But the unexpected plunge into icy
water revived me and together we flailed our way to shore, laughing
outrageously in our relief -we were alive!  ALIVE!  The angry bellows of
the thwarted moose echoed impotently far above.

   We had been on the run ever since, fleeing, the pack sometimes nearer,
sometimes further.  Surely you guided us, scaling the icy mountains,
seeking to put the relentless moose off our trail for good.  And for awhile
it appeared they had indeed lost the scent and that we were free.  But now
they had returned.  They had returned, and they were seeking us, ever
seeking.  Moose do not forget, nor are they easily turned aside from their
prey.

   The long night is old now, and cold settles over us like a shroud. 
Already the eastern sky is lightening.  You again enfold me; my back
snuggled against your chest, your hands cupping my breasts.  I am so warm -
so safe - so profoundly grateful for your protection.  I push my naked
bottom back, desiring you, wishing you to fill me, to make me complete. 
And I feel your manhood stir.  You are already hard, already stiff. 
Electricity jolts my body, my womanhood.  I feel myself melting as your
strong palms cover my breasts and your fingers roll my hardening nipples
between them.  I want you.  I part my legs slightly and your swollen
phallus slips easily into my furrow, sliding boldly through my gathering
wetness, wringing a gasp from my throat.

   I squeeze you between my thighs, trapping you, your head pressed against
my nubbin, your shaft a burning pole between my lips.  I rub myself on you.
Oh, Benjamin!  Take me now!  I can't stand it!  I need you inside me! 
Please....  Please....

   As if hearing my wordless plea, you withdraw the object of my desire and
easily pierce my opening.  OH!  OH YES!  YES!  In one merciless thrust you
bury yourself in me, nudging my womb.  My body squeezes you convulsively
and instantly strong fingers pinch my nipples.  I cry out in the agony of
my pleasure.  You thrust emphatically, relentlessly, heedless of my moans,
consumed by your volcanic desire, as if all the fear and horror of the past
days could be purged through this joining.  My body shakes with the fury of
your assault.  And I respond in kind, pushing back in time with your
rhythm, desperately seeking to take in all of you, to make you a part of
me, to join our souls in ecstasy.

   One hand releases my breast and I ache at the sudden void, yet gasp anew
as a finger parts my furrow, uncovering my quivering clit.  You are driving
me mad!  Deeper!  Please...  Deeper!  Oh, DON'T STOP!  DON'T EVER STOP!  OH
YES, JUST LIKE THAT!  FLICK MY CLIT!  RIGHT ON THE TIP!  I NEED TO COME! 
RUB IT!  HARDER..  PLEASE DON'T STOP!  HARDER...  DON'T BE GENTLE...  I
NEED YOU!  TAKE ME!  POSSESS ME!  OH, PLEASE HARDER!!  H-A-R-D-E-RRRRR!

   I feel it now.  It blossoms in my belly ....  Growing...  welling ... 
Oh, sweet agony!  I am coming.  I....  am.....  COMING!  I AM
COMINGGGGGGGG!!!!!

   My body rigid, teeth clenched, breath caught in my throat, all of my
will pitted against the rising flood, seeking to stem it for just one
moment more!  Just..  one...  moment...  morrrrre...

   And then your rhythm changes.  Your manly organ swells impossibly inside
me and with one last thrust you bury it to the hilt, penetrating to the
uttermost end of my sheath.  A guttural GROAN is wrenched from your lips.
For the barest moment, time stops...  our bodies freeze....  Then the last
barrier BURSTS!  My climax engulfs me!  Your finger wrings deep release
from my spasming clit as gouts of hot seed splash my sheath.  I pulse in
time with your spurts!  OH BENJAMIN!  OOOOHHHHH BEN!  YES YES YES! 
BBBEEENNNNN!  ____________________________________________________

   The clouds are parting as we emerge naked from the tent.  The wind has
hushed, the storm passed.  We stand together hand-in-hand, facing the deep
crimson glow in the east.  The majesty of the world is spread before us. 
The fears of the night vanish like mist in the swift sunrise.  Your
strength and courage enfold me.  A moose and its calf appear, headed for
water in the vale far below, yet I am unafraid.  It is a new day