I woke up much later in the morning than I wanted, the sun already casting a pale glow through the cabin's windows. John had left me to sleep, the warmth of the furs and his lingering scent on the pillow a comforting reminder of the night we had shared. I wrapped myself in one of the furs, feeling the softness against my naked skin, and padded out to the porch.
There, I found him sitting on a wooden block, a rifle disassembled in his calloused hands. He was wearing nothing but a pair of tighty whities, the fabric straining against his muscular thighs as he worked. His beard was unkempt, his eyes sharp as they flicked up to meet mine. The sight of him, so focused and yet so vulnerable, took my breath away.
"Good morning," was all I could say feeling slightly nervous.
John looked up, his eyes raking over me, a smile playing on his lips. "Good morning to you too. How'd you sleep, Steve?"
I couldn't help but blush as I thought of the night we had shared. "Better than I have in a very long time," I admitted, my voice still rough from the passionate cries that had filled the cabin.
John's smile grew, a hint of pride in his eyes. "Glad to hear that," he said, his voice low and gruff. He continued to work on the rifle, his movements precise and practised. "We've got some stuff to do today if you’re up to it," he added, his tone sort of businesslike. "We need to reinforce the cabin and set up some traps. I don't want those animals thinking they can just wander in."
"What animals?" I asked.
John looked up, his eyes meeting mine. "Wolves, mainly," he said, his expression serious. "They're getting bolder and we can't afford to be careless. Also, I want to teach you how to shoot. Have you ever done any shooting before?"
I swallowed hard, memories of my past flashing through my mind. "No, never," I admitted. "But I'm willing to learn," not quite sure whether I believed John about wolves. "What about the.......?"
John understood my question. "Steve, I have checked all my camera traps in a five-mile radius and nothing human has been detected, just wolves and an odd bear or two. The men who took you have either given up looking or just have no idea which way you ran. I suspect they looked for you but they think you’re dead."
"You're certain?" I asked.
"Yep, I'm fairly certain my love, it's over and you are safe. Now, let's worry about the wolves," as he indicated I sat down with him on a handy log next to him.
John took his time explaining the parts of the rifle, his voice steady and calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil I felt inside. "This is a C14 Timberwolf MRSWS sniper rifle, probably one of the best in the world. It takes a .338 round and is quite deadly over 1500m. You will also note it has a silencer."
I was in a mild state of shock as he showed me how to load it, the metallic click echoing through the air. Then he handed it to me holding it horizontal as I took the gun tentatively, the weight of it surprisingly heavy in my hands and much to John's amusement when I stood up I had forgotten I was only wrapped in a fur which dropped to the ground leaving me naked in front of him and the world.
John's eyes widened for a moment before he burst out laughing, a deep belly laugh that made his whole body shake. I couldn't help but smile, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. "You'll get the hang of it," he said, his eyes dancing with mirth. "But maybe keep the fur on for now, unless you're trying to attract more than just wolves."
Of course, I couldn't keep the fur wrapped around me so I spent the rest of the morning outside, the mid-spring air nipping at my naked skin as John taught me the basics of shooting. He was patient, his hands guiding mine as I took aim and fired, the recoil jarring but exhilarating. His instructions were clear and firm, his voice a gentle rumble that soothed my nerves as occasionally he ran his fingers over my naked body as I lay on the damp ground looking through the telescopic sights for the targets John had earlier prepared.
"Steve, not bad, not bad at all for a beginner," he complimented me.
I nodded, feeling a new sense of responsibility and protection. The shift in his tone, the way he called me "Steve" instead of "Steven," was subtle but not lost on me. It was as if he had claimed me as one of his own and I loved him for it.
With the shooting lesson finished, we walked towards the cabin via the pickup truck as John put a shotgun in the cab and without warning, as we stood by his pickup truck, John picked me up, laying me gently on the hood. The cold metal starkly contrasted the warmth of his touch, sending a shiver through me. He leaned down, his eyes dark with desire, and ran his hands down my chest. His fingers traced the path to my growing cock, the anticipation building as he hovered above it.
With a knowing smile, John bent forward, engulfing my cock in his mouth with a hunger that left me gasping. The sensation was unexpected, but oh so welcome. His tongue was a warm, wet velvet that wrapped around me, sending bolts of pleasure shooting through my body. The sound of his mouth working me was the sweetest music, echoing through the clearing as I watched him through half-lidded eyes.
He worked with me with an almost terrifying skill as if he had been waiting for this moment for as long as I had. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place as he took me deeper, his throat constricting around me with each bob of his head. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us in a cocoon of lust and need.
I reached out, my hand finding purchase in his thick hair, guiding him slightly as he took me closer to the edge. His eyes never left mine, the connection between us unbreakable as he gave me a blowjob that was as much an act of love as it was of passion. I could feel the pressure building, my hips bucking of their own accord as the climax approached.
And then, with a final, desperate moan, I came, my release spilling into his mouth as he swallowed it down greedily. John pulled back, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction as he looked up at me. "You're mine now," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "And I'll never let anyone hurt you again."
The promise in his words was as potent as the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through me. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice shaky with emotion.
John helped me sit up, his hand lingering on my thigh for a moment longer than necessary. "We've got more to do later," he said, his voice still gruff with passion. "But now, I want you," as I slid off the hood, my legs feeling like jelly when John picked me up and carried me into the cabin straight over to the makeshift bed that had witnessed our lovemaking during the night.
John laid me down gently, his eyes dark with hunger as he stripped off his tighty whities. His cock was already standing at full attention, a silent testament to his desire for me. "Ride me, Steve," he rasped, his voice thick with need.
With trembling hands, I positioned myself over him, feeling the heat of his arousal against my inner thighs. John's eyes never left mine as he reached down, guiding his cock to my entrance. The anticipation was almost unbearable as I started to feel him entering me.
He pushed in, my breath hitching at the sensation as my body enveloped him. John's eyes rolled back in his head, a low groan escaping his lips as I sank deeper. His hands found my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he helped me set a rhythm that was both agonisingly slow and deliciously punishing.
Each rock of my hips sent waves of pleasure through me, his cock sliding in and out of me with a wet, slick sound that seemed to echo through the cabin. John's eyes were on mine, his pupils blown wide with desire as we moved together, our bodies speaking a language that transcended words.
I felt a strange sense of power, a thrill that was alien and intoxicating as he took control, my body moving over his in a dance of passion. His muscles tensed and released beneath me, his breath coming in harsh pants that matched the rhythm of his thrusts.
Our skin was slick with sweat, our bodies moving as one as we sought out our release. John's hands roamed my back, his nails scraping my skin lightly as I leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was as fiery as the passion that consumed us.
As I rode him, my pleasure mounted a crescendo that was both terrifying and exhilarating. John's hips bucked up to meet me, his body a living, breathing testament to the strength and passion that lay just beneath the surface of his stoic exterior.
Our lovemaking grew more intense, our bodies speaking a language of need that needed no words. The world outside had ceased to exist, the only reality was the fire in the hearth, the warmth of our bodies, and the love that grew stronger with each passing moment.
The tension built, our movements growing more frenzied as we chased the high that only we could give each other. I felt the beginnings of my climax, a coil of pleasure that tightened in my gut and shot down my spine.
John's eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a fierce intensity that stole my breath away. "I'm going to come," I panted, the words a whispered confession. He nodded, his grip on my hips tightening. "Come for me," he urged, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine. "Come, Steve."
And with that, I lost all control, my orgasm ripping through me like a storm, my cock pulsing as I shot my load all over John's chest, face and stomach. He followed shortly after, his body tensing as he shouted my name, his climax a powerful release that seemed to shake the very foundations of the cabin as I felt his seed shoot into me in multiple spurts of cum.
We collapsed onto each other, our bodies entwined, our hearts hammering against each other's chests. The fire in the hearth cast a warm glow across the room, painting our bodies in a soft, golden light.
John pulled me closer, his arms wrapping around me as we both panted for breath. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice filled with a fierce protectiveness. "Always."
I nodded, my heart swelling with love for this man who had saved me in more ways than one. "And you're mine," I whispered, my voice a mere echo of his. "Forever."
John got up after I released him from our cuddle and walked naked to the fridge, got some beers and invited me outside onto the porch.
"Come here, Steve," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I followed him, my nakedness feeling surprisingly natural in the crisp mountain air as John sat down on a wooden chair, gesturing for me to straddle his lap, and as I did, his hand found its way to my crotch, playing with my pubic hair idly as he took a swig of his beer.
He set the beer aside and took a deep breath. "There's something I've been thinking about," he began, his eyes searching mine. "I know you like to dress in women's clothes, and it doesn't bother me. I'd like to see it. I want to see you."
My heart skipped a beat, both at his understanding and his request. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly.
John's expression softened as he nodded. "More than sure," he said, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. "I think it would be incredibly sexy. And if it makes you feel more like yourself, then I want to see that.... and… I'm in love with you," he stuttered.
I sat in his lap taking in what I had just heard, digesting the change in John I hadn't expected as his hands continued to play with me. "I was thinking, if you are feeling the same as me, perhaps you might like to become my partner," John suggested. "I think you are beautiful and in such a short time you have changed me when I thought all hope of finding love might have been lost forever."
John's eyes searched mine for a moment, finding surprise and something else flickering in their depths. Then, a slow smile spread across his face, lighting up his features. "Will you be my partner?" he asked, his voice a soft rumble. "Steve, I would be honoured if you would consider marrying me."
I felt a lump form in my throat, my eyes filling with tears as I looked into the eyes of this rugged, strong man who had seen me at my most vulnerable and still wanted to cherish me. "Yes," I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips. "I will marry you, John."
The joy that filled his eyes was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a storm. He leaned in and kissed me, his beard scratching my face as he did so, and I knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful.
"One request," John said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "Would you consider being shaved... like a woman?"
I took a deep breath, the weight of his words sinking in. His hand, still playing with my pubic hair, stilled for a moment, giving me time to think. It was a bold ask, one that touched on the very core of my identity and the traumas I had endured. But in John's eyes, there was no judgment, only curiosity and a desire to understand and embrace me fully.
I nodded slowly, my heart racing with a mix of fear and excitement. John's smile grew, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. He stood up, his cock still hard from our recent lovemaking, and led me into the cabin. "I've got a few supplies we can use," he said, his tone matter-of-fact.
He rummaged through a drawer, pulling out a straight razor, a mug of hot water, a bar of soap, and a towel. The sight of the razor made me tense, but John noticed and paused, his hand on my shoulder. "You, okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
"Yeah," I replied, taking a deep breath. "I'm okay. More than okay if you want the truth."
Smiling, John guided me to the makeshift bed in front of the fire, laying me down gently. The furs were soft under my back, the fire's warmth a comfort as John began to prepare the shaving supplies. His movements were careful, his eyes never leaving me as he heated the water and lathered the soap.
As the warm lather coated my skin, John's touch grew more tender, his hands gliding over me with a gentle stroking motion that sent shivers through me. With each pass of the blade, I felt a piece of my past fall away, revealing something new and beautiful underneath.
The scrape of the razor was surprisingly soothing, the sharpness of the blade a stark contrast to the softness of John's touch. I watched him work, his focus intense as he shaved my body, removing all traces of hair from my chest, stomach, and legs. Each stroke was a silent declaration of his acceptance and love for me, no matter how I chose to present myself.
When he was finished, John wiped the last of the soap away with the towel, his eyes roaming over my now-bare skin with a mix of admiration and hunger. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
The words sent a thrill through me, a sense of belonging that washed away the last of my doubts. John leaned down, his mouth capturing mine in a deep, passionate kiss as his hands roamed my newfound softness, exploring every inch of my freshly shaved body.
Our lovemaking that night was slow and sensual, John's hands tracing the smooth contours of my skin as we moved together in a symphony of pleasure. The fire cast dancing shadows across the room, our moans and sighs became sweet music that filled the air.
And as we lay in each other's arms, our hearts beating in unison, I knew that no matter what the future held, I had found my home in this cabin in the Yukon, with this man who had shown me that love could indeed conquer all.
The morning light grew stronger, and John's gentle snores grew quieter as I carefully slipped from his embrace, the furs falling away to reveal my bare skin. I tiptoed through the cabin to the room that had become my sanctuary, my heart racing with excitement and nerves. The lingerie and dress lay waiting for me, a silent promise of transformation.
The silky fabric of the lingerie glided over my freshly shaved body, a soft caress that made me feel more feminine than I had in months. The burgundy dress was like a second skin, clinging to my curves and brushing against my legs with every step. I felt beautiful, powerful, and most importantly, like myself.
In the kitchen, the scent of percolating coffee filled the air as I moved about, lost in thought. The pot bubbled and gurgled, a comforting sound that seemed to echo the warmth growing inside me. I poured a cup, the dark liquid a stark contrast to the softness of the fur-covered form of John sleeping by the fire, amongst the furs and blankets of our makeshift bed.
Taking a sip, I allowed myself a moment to savour the quiet before the day began. Our love had grown in this cabin, a beacon of warmth in the cold wilderness. And now, as I gazed upon him, my love for him was as vast and untamed as the lands beyond our door.
The dress swished around me as I approached John, the anticipation building with every step. I watched him for a moment, the rise and fall of his chest, the softness of his features in sleep, and felt a fierce need to wake him up with a kiss. But I waited, savouring the sight of him, my heart swelling with love and a newfound sense of belonging.
As the first light of dawn kissed John's cheek, he stirred, his eyes fluttering open to find me standing there. His gaze took in my new appearance, and I could see the surprise, the desire, and the love in his eyes as he took in the sight of his love.
With a low growl, John sat up, the fur falling away to reveal his muscled chest. He reached for me, pulling me into a fierce embrace that was as much about claiming as it was about holding on tight. His kiss was urgent, his hands roaming over my newfound softness as if he couldn't get enough of me.
Breaking the kiss, John looked into my eyes, the warmth of the fire reflected in the depths of his gaze. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "I can't wait to marry you, Steve."
I felt my cheeks flush at the sound of my name, the intimacy of it on his lips. "I love you, John," I whispered, feeling the words resonate in my chest.
He stood, pulling me to my feet, the dress whispering against my legs. "Let's start the day," he said, his voice filled with promise. "We've got a lifetime of memories to make in this cabin."
And with that, we stepped out onto the porch, John naked and I, in my burgundy dress, hand in hand, ready to face whatever the day would bring. The cold air was a shock, but in John's arms, I felt nothing but warmth and love as I sat once again in his lap. John's hand found its way under my dress, his calloused fingers gently stroking my cock through the delicate fabric of my lingerie. The sensation was a stark contrast to the harshness of our surroundings, a gentle reminder of the softness that could be found even in the most unlikely places.
As I slipped off John's lap to refill our coffee cups, I couldn't help but notice his erection, standing proud and demanding my attention. I set his coffee down on the table next to him, my heart racing as I knelt before him, the wooden decking of the porch rough against my knees. With a look of pure love and adoration, I leaned forward, taking his cock in my mouth.
John's hand found my hair, his grip tightening as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock, feeling his pulse quicken. His breathing grew ragged, his eyes never leaving me as I worked him with a passion that was as fierce as the love we had discovered. The smell of him, musky and male, filled my nostrils, only serving to fuel my desire.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a sweetness that was uniquely John. I could feel him growing closer to the edge, his thighs tensing as he fought to hold back his release. His hand in my hair grew more insistent, guiding me faster, deeper, as he whispered my name in a breathless chant that was both a plea and a prayer.
And when he finally came, the hot spurt of his seed filling my mouth, I felt a sense of power and belonging that surpassed any I had ever known. As John's body relaxed, his eyes searched mine, and at that moment, I knew that we were truly one.
The day passed in a blur of activity, punctuated by moments of passion that grew more intense with each passing hour. We were building not just a fortress against the outside world, but a sanctuary of love within these wooden walls. Our bond was unbreakable, our love a beacon that would guide us through the darkest of nights.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, we stood together on the porch, our arms wrapped around each other, watching the shadows grow long across the snow. John's hand caressed my cheek, his gaze soft and full of promise. John by my side and the warmth of his love surrounding me, I knew that together, we could conquer anything. And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, the cold Yukon wilderness didn't seem so daunting after all.
