You feel the cool soft earth beneath your feet as you pad through the forest. You scan the foliage ahead of you. Eyes looking for what you hope will be a tasty treat. You can eat only so much bread and meat, even for a peasant girl. Your eyes light up when you see the solid trunk of a mulberry tree. You begin carefully picking the full ripe berries.

You hear a sharp crack of a branch behind you. "Dainty as a cow," you think to yourself. "I hope the goats aren't lost again!" you shout. "No, no. Left them in a tree," he says, smirking.

You hide your smile and raise your eyebrow before turning. "Besides shirking your duties, what are you doing here?". You see that smile cross his face. That naughty innocent life is about to get better if we're not caught smile.

He's holding something in a cloth. "That's not another humorously shaped vegetable, is it?" you exclaim while rolling your eyes. He lets out a laugh. "Those are art!" he says while feigning a pained heart. You step toward him. You're close. You can feel the heat coming off of him. He must have rushed right over. You are curious now.

He opens the cloth, and you see, "Cheese?" you laugh. "Not any cheese! Not gaudy gouda. Not common cheddar. Not flavorless mozerella. No. This is brie!" he exclaims. Pulling you to the forest floor, he continues, "This may or may not have come from the Lord's kitchen. Flirting with the help was necessary, but you'll forgive me once you taste it". Your eyebrows always seem to be raised around him.

His long soft fingers, the benefits of being a tailor, break off a piece of the brie. It resists, but gently he coaxes the sticky cheese from its bed.

As he raises his hand to your mouth, you close your eyes. You smell the earthiness of the forest and the cheese. Your lips close, brushing his fingers. The soft cheese melts on the warmth of your tongue. You feel and taste the creamy buttery cheese. A moan escapes your mouth.

The creamy taste lingers. You smile, reach down and pick a mulberry from your basket. Your eyes locked on his, bringing the berry to your full lips. He smiles a hungry smile. You taste the sweetness of the berry mixed with the creamy brie. You can't help but moan again. As you do, you feel the juice from the berry escape down your chin. Greedily you lick the sticky remains off his fingers. He takes your fingers in his mouth and sucks the liquid off of them one by one.

Gently, he pushes your chin up, exposing your smooth neck. You feel his soft lips and tongue delicately explore your delicate skin. He licks the juices off your throat and follows the path with kisses. You feel the bristles of his beard on your sensitive skin—almost tickling, definitely exciting. "Stand," he whispers. It's not a request. It's not a command. It simply is.

He grabs your hips and pushes you against the trunk. You can feel the hard, unyielding wood at your back and the hard, unyielding body before you.

You feel goosebumps rise as the cool earth and tree trunk contrast the heat coming from his body. He leans in. You can smell the sweet juices he licked off of you. His strong hands slide their way up and cradle your head while his lips explore yours. You're hungry. Hungry for more of him, but he won't let your tongue explore his.

You feel the fingers of his right hand lightly, ever so lightly, slide down your cheek, neck, and shoulder. While brushing away your dress, his lips follow his fingers. Soft, strong fingers. Soft hungry lips. You feel his teeth gently close on the skin of your neck. Your lips open, and the pent-up breath escapes.

He kisses the spot he nibbles and moves further down. Your dress falls, as if by magic, before the advance of his lips. Your hands explore the muscles of his broad back. Your fingers dig in as he explores lower.

You feel the soft material of your dress slide down your breasts and over your nipples. The retreating garment signals your nipples to harden even further as the cool air caresses them. He runs his beard over your exposed breasts. Coming closer and closer to your nipples but never reaching them. God, so close!

"Please," you whisper. You feel his hand cup your breast. You feel his bristles and lips move over your rock hard nipple. You feel the heat of his breath. His wet tongue circles your nipple. You feel his warm mouth close over you and gently suck. At the same time, his tongue flicks up and down. "Mmmmm, yes," you gasp as he places your nipple between his teeth and gently squeezes. His teeth release their grip, and you feel the flick of his tongue again. This time faster, harder. He gives a final suck on your nipple and starts on the other. This time, it's not gentle. He's as hungry as you are.

You feel your nipple slip from his mouth, and you guide his face to yours. Your tongue explores his mouth and his yours. You can't get close enough. You both break, and air fills your lungs with the scent of sweat and the forest. He smiles and licks his lips, "I need to taste you," he whispers. "Oh yes, you do," you think. Your dress releases its hold and slides to the floor. With eyes locked on yours, he slowly lowers himself. His lips on your stomach, kisses on your belly button.

You feel him toying with you once again. He runs his beard up and down your legs. Hands following. Each time he crosses over you, you feel his breath on you. You feel yourself becoming wetter and wetter. Your clit engorged and screaming. You can't take it anymore. "Do it!" you shout. He looks up at you with his hungry mischievous smile.

You feel his firm wet tongue slide over you. As he reaches your clit you can't help but whisper, "Yes." His tongue moves up and down slowly, gently, firmly. Your hips press forward, and your hands push his head forward. You feel his tongue press harder into you. He starts flicking his tongue faster. "How. How does he make me feel this," you think briefly before your attention is back entirely on the sensations.

Your juices are dripping all over his tongue and chin. You feel him slowly slide two fingers into you while his relentless tongue keeps your clit absorbed in pleasure. His tongue flicks even harder and faster as he curls his finger and strokes inside you. You feel your toes curl into the cool earth as the orgasm starts. You feel the pressure build and build. Finally, it releases, and wave after wave of white-hot all-consuming pleasure wash over you again and again. Your breathing is heavy, and you feel the sweat run down your skin. He isn't stopping. His tongue now flicks side to side, and the pleasure builds again. A moan charges from you as another orgasm escapes, more intense than the last. It's waves more intense. Your hands push him even harder, and your hips drive forward. He won't stop. Spurred on, he sucks and licks on your clit. His tongue never stops. You didn't think it possible, but you feel another orgasm. It charges from you, engulfing every fiber of your being.

You collapse into his waiting arms. "No more," you whisper, "I can't." Your breathing begins to slow, and you feel the chilly breeze evaporate your sweat. He pulls his discarded coat over you and wraps you in his arms. Satisfied. Warm. You begin drifting off. As sleep takes you, you whisper, "No more flirting for cheese, or I'll have your figs."