Her name was Crystal

The cellar was cold.





There was an old wood stove in the corner. Jason kept a large pile of firewood beside it, and added in a log or two whenever the flames began to die down.. but it was still cold.





Crystal sat on the old couch, wrapped in at least four of the many blankets she'd found in the other cabins. She was reading a book quietly. She'd come across a small library in the main building and had brought over every book that was not obviously written for children. She'd cleared off an old shelf she found in the cellar and lined it with the books, pleased that she had something to keep herself busy with on those long, cold winter nights. She even convinced Jason to let her read to him sometimes. She'd curl up against him on the couch, his arm around her shoulders, and she would read aloud to him. She wasn't sure if he was interested in the stories.. she'd caught him snoozing more than once.. but she didn't mind.





That evening Jason was sitting at the table, working on some sort of booby trap.







There had been more men in his forest. Men that hadn't come from the village. He knew because the villagers would never be foolish enough to venture so far into the woods.







They'd had large vehicles, these men. They'd driven in on an old trail that was once used for logging, years before Jason's time at the camp. They'd parked in a clearing and they'd gotten out and walked around. It was like they were looking for something. Their footprints were everywhere.. on the old trails and off. Then they’d turned around, gotten back into their vehicles and left.







Jason was upset. At one point one of those men had tripped over a wire which had been strung across a trail, hidden in the snow. That wire led all the way back to camp and was attached to little bells and metal objects that would jingle and clank when shaken. It was an alarm to let him know when someone was trespassing. He had such alarms strung out over much of his territory. More than one person had died because they’d tripped over said alarm. But Jason hadn’t heard the bells and the clanking this time. He hadn’t been in the camp. He'd been with Crystal, out for a walk in the clean, new snow. She'd taken his hand and laced her tiny fingers with his and he'd followed her wherever she wanted to go.







He wasn't upset that he'd been with Crystal. He loved to be with her. But he was annoyed that those men had gotten away with their lives. They should have died. Had Jason not missed hearing the alarm his mother would have started her screaming in his head and he would have rushed to the location of the intruders. He would have buried his machete into their flesh and bones, tearing them apart and teaching them all a lesson for being where they should not be.







As it was.. he only knew the men had been there because he’d come across their days old footprints while he was out checking his traps.







He had to think of new ways to keep people away.









He was becoming inattentive in his duty to guard his camp and forest. He knew it was because he had Crystal to take care of… but he wasn’t going to change that. Time spent with Crystal was more important than anything else now. He would just have to find another way to keep people out of his territory. Or at least trap them long enough to allow him to take his time in getting to their location and killing them.







He thought that making booby traps and placing them at strategic points on his land would be a good idea. He knew which areas attracted visitors the most. The old loggers roads were one. Jason figured he could dig a huge, deep pit there and hide it somehow so that any vehicle driving through would go crashing down into it. Another spot was a clearing in the trees by the road that gave passersby a view of the lake. That sometimes tempted people to stop and go for a hike. Another spot was that patch of funny smelling bushes near the edge of his forest. He knew one of the villagers had planted them there. He'd let the villager live because he didn't seem to be interested in anything else but the plants.. but the plants were drawing in alot young people for some strange reason. Perhaps he should just cut them all down and kill the villager that planted them.....









“Jason?”







Crystal’s voice brought him out of his thoughts, and he looked up. She was tending to an old kettle on the wood stove. It had just started to boil, it’s steam screaming from its tip. She picked it up and poured it’s contents into two mugs. The smell of chocolate filled the cellar.







On his last night time raid of the village, Crystal sent along a note with him. The note simply said ‘hot chocolate’. Jason couldn’t read, but he’d searched the tiny village store shelves in the dark until he found a box with matching letters. She’d been delighted when he gave it to her.







“Come and sit with me and have a warm drink? You must be cold..”







Yes, he was cold. She looked so inviting, patting the spot next to her on the couch for him to come and sit, offering him the mug of hot, sweet liquid... He knew he should continue trying to work out how he would keep people away from his camp, but.. well.. he supposed it could wait till morning.







He sat next to her on the couch and helped her to shift the blankets around so they were both wrapped up together and warm. Then she handed him his mug of hot chocolate before taking her own. She lowered her eyes when he raised his mask just enough to bring the liquid to his lips to sip. She concentrated on the little marshmallows floating amidst the chocolatey bubbles instead.







Jason didn’t like for her to watch him when he ate and drank.







She’d seen his face before. She begged him one day to take his hockey mask off and let her see who he was. He’d become upset and had stalked away from her, but she’d followed him. She told him she was sad that he didn't trust her enough to let her see him. So he'd stopped. Slowly he’d turned to face her.. and slowly he’d lifted his mask to reveal his face.







His face.. It was hideous and deformed. His one eye was useless and not in the right spot. His nose was malformed and his upper lip was split so his uneven teeth were visible.







He was so ashamed of how he looked. He’d been teased and tormented so badly as a child because of it. The kids in the camp had often beaten up on him, laughing and telling him he deserved it because he was so ugly. The teenaged counselors had let it happen, watching from a distance, snickering amoungst themselves. Besides his mother, no one cared about the ugly boy.









His eye was downcast. He couldn't look at Crystal. She would be horrified by his appearance. She would laugh at him, like the others had. Or she would scream and run away to the village and he'd never see her again.







When Crystal suddenly took his hand he startled. She raised his palm to her face and rubbed her cheek into it. She gazed up at him with her big, green eyes.







“Would you care about me… if my face was all burned and scarred?”







Jason nodded. Of course he would. He liked to look at her because she was very pretty.. but he would want her with him no matter what she looked like. Her heart was so much more beautiful than anyones face could ever be.







“I care about you," Crystal said softly, "And I don’t care what you look like at all.”







She’d pulled his arms around herself then, and raised up on her toes to kiss his chin. It was another first, since his mother died. His mother had been the only one to kiss him.. and now Crystal. This girl.. she was amazing. Jason buried his ugly face in her hair and nearly crushed her to him. He’d wanted to hold her in his arms forever.











Even knowing that the girl cared for him with or without his mask, Jason preferred to leave the mask in place. She might not mind what he looked like, but he still did. He was still ashamed.. so Crystal never pressed him to take his mask off again. And she did her best to give him privacy when he had to lift it to eat and drink.







Once they'd finished their hot chocolate and set the mugs aside, they turned to watch the fire crackling and dancing in the old stove. Crystal grabbed for her book again and snuggled herself more closely to Jason, resting her ear against his chest so she could listen to his heart beating. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, settling in for another comfortable, quiet night.







She opened the book to the page she'd dog-eared and began to read the words. Her voice was soft and a compliment to the snaps and pops of the flames. It was a special sort of lullaby that normally made Jason sleepy. But tonight.. tonight Crystal's hand was wandering.







The hand that was not holding the book was wrapped around Jason's waist. Her fingers were playing with the hem of his shirt. Then they slipped beneath to softly tickle his bare skin.







He certainly couldn't doze off with the girls fingers playing around at his waist. It was giving him that feeling again. A nagging, hot, tightened feeling that wouldn’t let him focus. The same feeling he'd been getting more and more as of late.. particularly whenever Crystal touched him. It had been really strong that day he'd glimpsed her without her shirt on. She'd been changing in the bedroom alcove when he'd walked in to get her for one reason or another. He'd completely forgotten what he needed her for as soon as he'd seen her naked breasts. She'd gasped and covered herself, blushing, and he'd quickly backed out of the room and went outside.







Walking had been difficult after that. He was hard.







That wasn't the first time Crystal had done that to him. And it wasn’t the last.







Before Crystal had come into his life, Jason rarely got hard. When he did he either paid no attention to it until it went away, or he took it in his hand and stroked. If he did that long enough an intense feeling of pleasure would overtake him.. and then the problem would go away and he could go on with his business. But now with Crystal living here the problem came all the time. And it was getting worse. And frequent. He'd had to sneak off more than once to find a hiding spot to get rid of it before she noticed the huge bulge in the front of his pants.







He was awfully glad they were covered by blankets. Thanks to her wandering fingers the problem was back in full force. It was uncomfortable. Jason shifted in his seat. Crystal wriggled closer to him, draping one of her legs over his.







Well.. that wasn't helping at all.







He never really listened whenever she read to him.. and now there was little chance he could pay attention to anything other than the feel of her little body pressed against his. Her hand had followed her fingers inside his shirt, touching, stroking, and she kept flexing her leg just enough to brush against his hardness. It was driving him mad.







He couldn't help it. He pushed his hips up against her leg. He wanted friction.







"Jason.."







He blinked back to attention and looked at the girl. She'd dropped the book and was staring intently up at him. Her cheeks and lips were flushed a deep pink. He'd never seen an expression like that in her eyes before. It made that feeling so much more intense and caused his groin to ache with need.







On a sudden impulse he grabbed the girl.. and pulled her into his lap. That seemed to be exactly what she wanted. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she brought her lips close to his ear. What she whispered to him sent an electric jolt of sensation shooting up and down through his spine.







"Touch me, Jason.. please.."









He was no longer in control of himself.







It was like there was someone else inside him. Someone who knew what to do when one had a lucious little female in ones lap. His basic male instincts were tired of waiting for his mind to figure out his confusion over this girl. They took over and immediately sent his hands to her bottom. He pulled her legs apart to straddle him and pushed her down onto his hardness. He thrust his hips upwards and she obliged him by grinding down on him, rocking in his lap.







"..please.." she whimpered into his ear, and he fumbled to find the bottom of her nightgown and hike it up over her head and then off. He threw it to the other side of the cellar. And then..







....then he thought he might die.







She was naked above him. Her skin was smooth and perfect and begging for his hands and fingers to stroke and touch everywhere... but it was those pert little breasts that he cupped first. Her little gasp of pleasure told him that he'd made the right choice.







They were barely a handful and he squeezed them gently. Their pink tips tightened in his palms and he pinched one, drawing out another delightful gasp from her lips.







He mapped her body with his hands. He explored every part of her and watched her reaction to his touches. The places that brought little mewling sighs and gasps were the places he spent the most time on. Her bottom, the insides of her thighs, the slight swell of her belly.. every inch of her was like sweet candy to him. He couldn’t get enough.







He wasn't expecting her to cry out when he cupped the patch of springy curls at the juncture between her thighs. She clung more tightly to him, pushing her breasts against his chest.







He liked that reaction. He wanted more.







He dipped his index finger between her folds and found it wet. Stroking his finger there gently made her squirm.







This was so different from what he had between his legs. He wanted to learn everything about it. So he added another finger to his explorations and Crystal bucked her hips into his hand. She was moaning now, whispering little pleas for more into his ear. He wrapped his free arm around her waist to hold her still. She would have to be patient. He wanted to take his time exploring this wet, quivering little place.







It was so warm. Wetness soaked his fingers as he slid them back and forth, discovering each little secret. There was a tiny, hard little nub that made her begging turn to pleasured cries when he swirled his finger around it. Like he had with the tips of her breasts, he pinched that little nub and she clawed at his back and trembled.







His fingers slid back, and then to his surprise.. they slid in. He worried he would hurt her, but she made no sound of protest.. so he eased his fingers inside further. This was the source of the heat. This made her push down harder into his hand. It made his hardness strain even more painfully in his pants.









She’d had enough of his slow, erotic discoveries of her sex. She would teach him a lesson in sensual torture. She pulled back until he let her loose from his tight embrace. With her freedom she undid the buckle of his belt. She worked to get the button loose, then pulled down his zipper.







He was huge.









Crystal’s eyes widened as she freed him from the confines of his pants. She was sure she was not a virgin, but she was also quite sure she’d never seen a man this big before. She couldn’t help but worry, momentarily, that it would hurt.







That thought was forgotten though, as she wrapped her fingers around it and stroked. It twitched in her hand and Jason was tense beneath her. His head was leaning back against the couch, his eye closed. His hips began to roll with the rhythm her hand took, stroking up and down the huge length. His breathing became heavy and concentrated.







When she let him go, he raised his head in question. That had felt so much better than when he did it to himself. He didn’t want her to stop. But he realized she had other plans when she raised herself in his lap. She held him gently and positioned his tip against her sex. Then she started to lower herself down.









“Easy.. easy..” She whispered, holding herself still when Jason had grabbed her hips and instinctively thrust up, hard. “…be easy.. be careful..”







This was by far the hardest thing he’d ever done. He resigned himself to hold still and let her impale herself on his hardness. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his masked forehead against her shoulder. His breathing was ragged and harsh from his effort to keep himself under control. He understood that he needed to be careful. He knew he needed to be gentle. She was so tiny compared to him, and he did not know how he was possibly fitting into her this way. But the heat.. the tightness that surrounded him.. it was driving all thought from his head.







It was so.. good. It was so incredibly good. Nothing had ever felt this good before.









She settled and he was sheathed to the hilt. He drew back and looked at her, seeing that her eyes were closed. She was concentrating. He could feel her flexing around him, trying to relax, trying to accept his girth inside. He felt her loosen just a little bit. He thrust his hips upwards, gently, and she moaned.







He thrust again. She pushed back against him. Her cheeks were flushed red with desire.







He could not wait any longer.







He picked her up carefully and lay her down on the couch, still buried in her core. He settled over her and placed one hand behind her head to cradle it and the other on her hip to keep her still.







She spread widely for him, bracing herself against the couch, and he let himself go. He started a rhythm of deep, powerful thrusts that pushed her down into the couch and tore cries from her throat. Her arms flew around his neck and she hung onto him for dear life as he rocked her. Tears streamed from her eyes from both the pleasure and pain of it. Her nails dug into the skin of his back as her orgasm overtook her and she screamed his name. He thrust twice more, then buried himself more deeply than before, pumping her full of hot, liquid seed.







He collapsed onto her then, shaking with aftershock, sweating and spent. He panted behind his mask, his mind swimming with the intense pleasure still coursing through his veins. The girl was pulsing around him, tightly holding him in place for as long as possible.







The heat slowly subsided. It trailed off of them in little beads of cooling sweat. Jason realized he must be crushing Crystal beneath his weight. He pushed himself up and kicked off his boots and pants. She curled up on the couch, shivering at the loss of his body heat.







He bent and picked her up, cradling her gently in his arms. He took her to the bedroom alcove and set her down gently. She wiggled to get under the covers and he joined her. He spooned up against her from behind. He wrapped his arm around her, pulling her back against him, possessive and strong.







He slipped into slumber with the thought that this girl belonged to him. She was his.. just as much as the lake and the camp were his. He would keep her with him, always.







Crystal snuggled back against Jason, basking in her afterglow, a comfortable numbness still throbbing between her legs. She knew she would be very sore in the morning.. but she didn’t care. She knew she’d tamed this powerful, wild man. He belonged to her now.







She loved him.







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