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That morning it was too cold, the snow wouldn't stop falling, his car windows were fogged up, and Shamil was just tired. He had been driving for hours; some things had happened in his life that made him want to visit the Milk Forest, a forest that used to be touristy because of the many beautiful landscapes...
And yet, the closer he got to the forest, the more he could see how everything seemed too empty and abandoned.
His family used to have a cabin in that area. It was an area where many families went on vacation, many tourists, and well... How could they not? It was a beautiful place.
But after ten years, things had changed...
The forest was still as beautiful as he remembered it... But there were no more tourists; most of the cabins had been demolished or abandoned.
He soon arrived at the ranger's cabin. He left his car there while he dragged his suitcase and entered the small cabin. The cabin was just as cold as outside, and there was a person sitting behind a desk.
"Good morning..." Shamil greeted as the man turned to look at him. He was the ranger; he looked grim and tired. "I've come to register," he murmured while looking at one of the walls, which had dozens of missing person posters on it... He felt a shiver run down his entire body.
"Are you alone?" the man asked, and Shamil just nodded. The man just hummed while asking a few things before finishing. "Well, I think that's it... Have a good trip..."
Shamil just nodded as he walked to the exit.
"Be careful."
"Hmm?" the younger man hummed in confusion, turning to look at the man. "Careful of what?" he questioned.
"...This forest isn't as safe as it used to be... There are many animals out there... Just... Be careful... Avoid going too deep, avoid going out too much."
Shamil just raised an eyebrow doubtfully as he walked closer to the man.
"Well, I just plan to rest at the cabin... I don't plan to explore," he murmured before the man nodded.
"That's best... Although my advice is not to stay too long... in fact... you should sell that cabin as soon as possible... This place is no longer a place of rest and tranquility."
"...Why not anymore?" he asked, his voice somewhat shaky, and the man just looked at him for a few seconds before answering.
"Just take care of yourself... Have a good vacation."
Shamil stood still for a few seconds before nodding, leaving the ranger's cabin and walking towards where his cabin was.
...
Unfortunately, he hadn't been able to drive his car to the cabin; the amount of snow was so great he was afraid his car would get stuck... (it wasn't the first time something like that had happened to him).
Although obviously, it hadn't been easy to cross all that way by himself along with his suitcase, but at least he had managed to arrive.
The cabin looked as he remembered it, although a bit more deteriorated than it used to be.
Carefully, he began to climb the steps at the cabin's entrance, which creaked under his feet. Soon he opened the cabin door and looked inside.
It was considerably clean, since a week ago he had sent someone to prepare everything for when Shamil came, and honestly, they did a good job.
He walked to the stove, testing if the wicks worked, sighing with relief when a flame ignited.
Carefully, he sat down in one of the armchairs and looked at the ceiling.
He had decided to travel to nowhere to be able to focus on himself... His life had become a hell that was getting harder and harder to bear; he was extremely tired.
And then his mother died.
His beloved and beautiful mother.
It was hard to accept; it was harder to get over when they told him that in her inheritance, besides a large sum of money, there was also a cabin... that cabin, the cabin of his childhood, where he had such good times, where he enjoyed nights in front of the fireplace with his mother, days when they made snowmen in the heavy snow, mornings when they drank hot chocolate.
His eyes filled with tears just thinking about it.
He quickly tried to wipe away his tears while laughing, his lips trembling from the sobs that wanted to escape his lips.
"Ugh... Mom..." He closed his eyes tightly as more tears slid down his cheeks, his vision clouded by tears, and he sobbed. Soon he began to cry even more.
...
Until he stopped, getting up quickly when he heard a knock on the window. He quickly dried his tears as he walked slowly towards the noise, carefully peering out the window but... there was nothing.
He swallowed hard as he closed the curtain.
"It's an animal... That guy told you there were a lot of animals lately," he whispered, though a part of him was scared... Scared that something else was there.
...
Night fell quickly, and the cold only increased.
Shamil just warmed his hands as he took his pajamas and entered the bathroom, slowly taking off each piece of clothing before getting into the shower.
He moaned with pleasure as the water began to get hot, quickly showering while enjoying the hot water.
It had been a very long day, and the shower had definitely helped him relax, although he feared he would freeze when he turned off the water, but he decided to ignore that.
...
After getting out of the shower, he just put on his warm pajamas before walking to the main bedroom... His mother's room. Carefully, he walked through the room.
Slowly, he began to walk towards the room's large window. He pressed his fingers against the cold glass while looking outside. Everything was too dark to see what was in the forest, but he could still see the white snow and the immense trees of the forest. Although he couldn't see the starry sky, which was too cloudy. He supposed it was because of the recent snowfall, but still, he just smiled, looking ahead again and observing how an unknown figure walked through the snow. It was too far away to understand what it was; he assumed it was a deer or something like that, so he just smiled, although he was a little disappointed not to be able to see what it was. So he just yawned while closing the window curtain, leaving only one side open.
Carefully, he lifted the thick blankets, then turned off the lights and settled into bed, covering himself before curling up in a fetal position, trying to fall asleep, which didn't take long to achieve.
...
The chiming of the window sounded throughout the room, the metallic sound hitting the glass in a slow, unstoppable rhythm.
Shadow Milk's breathing was calm as he slept before he opened his eyes when a louder chime at the window woke him.
His eyes looked at the window as he breathed slowly, observing how there was a darker part on the right side, which looked like a shadow.
Shamil just tightened the blankets as he closed his eyes.
The chiming sounded again.
.
.
.
.
Tomorrow will be a new day.
...
That morning the temperature was lower than the previous day, so he began to prepare hot chocolate while humming.
It had snowed a lot that night, so there was more snow cover in the forest; for sure, if he went out, he would have a lot of trouble walking.
He laughed at the thought as he poured the hot chocolate into a cup and sat down in front of the fireplace...
But he couldn't forget the chiming from that night. It still resonated in his head. He could feel his body shudder at the mere memory of that chiming. Despite the hours that had passed, he could still replicate that sound in his head.
And that only tormented him more.
He tried to ignore that while smelling the sweet aroma of the chocolate, which reminded him again of his mother.
He could never make hot chocolate as good as his mother's. It would always hurt him deep down that he could never learn to imitate that recipe and that he would never be able to taste everything his mother made again.
Again, tears clouded his vision. He tried to ignore them as he took a sip from his cup.
He supposed the rest of his vacation would be like this, crying over the memory of his mother and so on.
...
That same afternoon, he found himself cooking. He had brought enough food for two weeks, which would be his stay. He took advantage of the working stove to start cooking a pork chop. He flipped it carefully while listening to the meat sizzle in the pan.
He hummed as he walked away from the stove and approached the window. He watched the snow fall and more and more snow cover accumulating. He hoped that when the two weeks were over, the snow cover wouldn't be so high.
He continued looking outside while humming, watching the tall trees and trying to see if there was an animal nearby.
Soon he spotted a white rabbit coming out of the bushes; it seemed to be looking for food.
Shamil just smiled as he ran to his suitcase and grabbed a camera he had carefully packed to have memories of his trip.
Soon he started taking a few photos of the rabbit, laughing as he saw the rabbit's footprints imprinted in the dense snow.
Although the moment didn't last long when the rabbit ran at full speed in another direction. Shamil just tilted his head as he watched.
He sighed, somewhat disappointed, as he left the camera on the table and walked to the stove, checking the chop, which was already perfect, removing it and placing it on a plate.
...
That night, he again entered the bathroom to shower. Again, he took off his clothes, entered the shower, and turned on the water. Slowly, the water began to get hot, falling on Shamil's white skin, who just hummed with pleasure.
Carefully, he began to soap his body, the sponge passing over every part of his body, then letting the water fall on his body, slowly washing the soap from his skin.
But despite the heat of the water, he didn't feel the usual pleasure from that warmth... He felt cold.
He tried to take refuge more in the hot water, but the uncovered parts of his body felt exposed to the cold. He didn't understand why.
Until his body froze when he heard the door close.
The bathroom heated up again, the steam again filling the bathroom... But Shamui's body remained frozen, his body pressing against the corner of the wall, looking at the shower's glass door, fearing that behind all that steam there was someone.
A silent scream escaped his mouth when he managed to hear a noise outside the bathroom. His body fell to the bathroom floor as he hugged himself. He was scared.
And he let the minutes pass while he refused to move.
He was scared.
...
The noise outside the bathroom had been a glass that had fallen off the table.
The glass was scattered on the floor, and Shamui could only tremble.
He had to leave. The best thing would be to leave in the morning.
He took a deep breath while ignoring the glass, noticing the camera that was still on the sofa and carefully picking it up.
...
By then, he was sitting on his bed. His body trembled intensely as he connected his laptop and connected the memory card with the photos.
He needed to see them; he needed to know if something was there.
Soon he entered the memory card folder, and the photos appeared.
It was the rabbit, cute and fluffy. There didn't seem to be much there; each photo was just of the rabbit, just him.
But in one, he could notice how the rabbit's head seemed to be looking behind the trees.
And even though he felt scared, he also checked that place. He didn't find anything at first; he thought it was just his paranoia.
Although he quickly covered his mouth as he continued looking through the photos. His body trembled violently, and tears began to fill his eyes...
He saw it. It wasn't very noticeable in those photos; it was really hidden behind those trees.
But he saw it.
A person.
He couldn't see much of him, but he knew it was a person.
Sobs began to escape his mouth...
Of course, it could be a normal person like him, right? Someone else who was also on vacation, right?
But Shamil knew that wasn't the case. No person would hide behind the trees while watching you...
His body began to tremble more when he remembered the chiming from the previous night, the unusual chiming of something metallic against his window glass.
How the door, which he had made sure to close properly, had closed by itself... How could it close if it had already been closed from the start?
How could a glass fall on its own?
His breathing became more and more shaky the more he thought.
With trembling hands, he left the laptop on the nightstand and settled under the blankets, closed his eyes tightly, and prayed to fall asleep and finally leave tomorrow morning.
Minutes passed like this, struggling to sleep, to ignore that fear he felt.
And soon sleep began to become stronger than fear. Slowly his eyes began to feel heavy, and Shamui felt relieved.
Until he heard the chiming against his window.
His eyes opened wide as could be. Slowly, he lowered the blanket and looked through the only side of the window not covered by the curtain.
"...No..." he murmured, his eyes filling with tears as he saw someone leaning against the window. He had his back turned, and the chiming was an axe carefully hitting the window.
His breathing became even more shaky. He covered himself with the blanket again while still watching the man, his breath catching when the man turned around this time, his hand resting on the glass, and this time the axe dragging on the floor.
This went on for a few minutes until the man straightened up, lifted the axe, and placed it on his shoulder as he walked away.
Shamil was only then able to breathe a little easier.
He just wanted morning to come so he could leave. Slowly, he settled back into bed and begged to fall asleep.
...
Morning had finally arrived. He quickly packed his suitcase as he left the cabin. He almost fell when he stepped on the snow, realizing it was up to his calf.
He decided to ignore that and walked quickly towards where he had left his car.
He hadn't even covered a quarter of the way when he found a person.
He didn't feel fear because the man in front of him was shorter and plumper, completely different from the man at his window.
"Good morning! I thought there wouldn't be any people around here! I haven't seen anyone in years!" said the man with a smile, and Shamil just smiled with relief.
"Y-Yeah...! It's just that... I'm leaving!" he said with his shaky voice, and the man just raised an eyebrow, smiling seconds later.
"I can help you if you want; the snow is very high today," the man offered, and Shamil just nodded, and the man took the suitcase with a smile.
"Well, I think we can—"
Blood splattered on the snow before he could react.
The man in front of him fell lifeless to the ground, an arrow embedded in his head, blood gushing out... Shamil just watched, unable to do anything. His eyes blinked several times as tears clouded his eyes. His hands trembled as he slowly covered his mouth, his hands sliding into his hair, pulling each strand desperately.
He didn't want to face the person behind him. He didn't want to see what his fate would be. He didn't want to see the crossbow that had surely killed the man. He didn't want to see that axe, the same one that had been carefully tapping on his window.
His legs trembled, almost unable to support themselves. He found himself forced to listen to the snow crunching behind him from someone's footsteps. Each step was heavy, crushing... It only filled his head with pain the more he thought about it.
Shamil sobbed once more. His trembling eyes focused on the corpse at his feet, the gush of blood quickly dyeing the snow a deep crimson.
He felt as if he were in a nightmare, and that thought wouldn't leave him alone. He felt his lips tremble non-stop, tears falling like waterfalls down his cheeks, the cold making the moisture on his cheeks start to burn.
He didn't want to die. He really didn't want to die. He just wanted to remember those moments with his mother. He wanted every memory of his mother to feel alive, as if it burned his skin, but the memory of his mother turned dark... Ruined by the man.
He closed his eyes and took a big gulp of air. He couldn't run; he didn't feel the strength to do so. He could only wait. There was still too much road to reach the ranger, and honestly, his body had frozen, and he believed himself incapable of making a move.
His sobs stopped, but his trembling did not. He covered his mouth tightly as he opened his eyes and watched from the corner of his eye as the man was standing right behind him.
He could feel his warm breath against his nape. He felt it. He hated him.
"...Ha... AHGHM!" He sobbed, screaming when the man forcefully pressed his palm against his mouth, silencing him and pushing a cloth inside his mouth, seconds later tying a rope around his mouth like a makeshift gag. "MGHNMMMM!" he tried to scream, crying when the man began to tie his hands, tightening the rope around his wrists and doing the same to his ankles.
He tried to get up before the man pulled the rope from his ankles, causing him to fall hard and dragging him back.
He could only cry as the snow almost completely covered him, his weight sinking him deeper into the snow.
Maybe what scared him most was the ease with which the man dragged him through the snow. He didn't have the slightest difficulty despite how much Shamil fought against the man.
So he just cried, screaming muffledly when the man began to drag him towards some steps, the pain of being dragged over that place only made him grunt. He tried to hold on but failed, his head hitting the steps.
The steps of his cabin.
He returned to the place he was trying to escape from.
Soon he was thrown onto the living room floor, and he quickly sat up, trying to move away before the man again pulled the rope, dragging him towards him.
His eyes observed the man.
He was big, at least 1.95m tall, maybe more, yes... much more. His body had defined musculature, surely thanks to the hard life in the forest... due to the atrocity of his acts. His body was covered by a large black coat, it looked like black bear fur, and at the neck, it seemed like the skin of a white fox was attached as a hood. His hands had fingerless gloves, black pants, and black boots.
His skin was a beautiful caramel color, and he had long blond hair, which was a bit dirty and with several knots. His eyes were bicolored; his right eye was a beautiful golden color, and his left was a sky blue. He had a Roman nose, thick lips, and a defined, masculine jaw.
But his beautiful eyes were darkened; he had a grim and terrifying face.
Shamil just continued crying, and the man just sighed, pulling out a hunting knife while Shamil began to cry even more, screaming muffledly when the man brought the knife to his wrists, quickly cutting the rope.
Shamil just blinked in confusion as he continued sobbing, watching the man continue cutting his bindings, cutting the rope from his mouth and forcibly removing the cloth from inside his mouth.
Still, Shamil didn't say anything. His lips trembled, and a few sobs escaped his mouth; tears continued to fall from his eyes.
The man just watched him for a few minutes, tilting his head while watching Shamil cry. Carefully, he brought his hand to the smaller one's face, wiping Shamil's tears with his hand. Shamil just shuddered, closing his eyes tightly, sobbing louder.
"One minute..." the man said in almost a whisper, his voice thick and cold. In response, Shamil just opened his eyes, confused.
"...Wh-What...?" he murmured, his voice trembling.
"I'm going to give you a one-minute head start... If you manage to get to your car, I promise not to look for you anymore... But if I manage to catch you..." he said in his hoarse voice, not finishing the last sentence, but Shamil assumed what it was, so he just nodded shakily, waiting for the man to tell him when to run.
"...One" the man whispered, holding Shamil who had put all his strength into trying to run before the man punched his stomach with all his might. Shamil fell immediately, clinging to the man's coat, his eyes rolling back, and his mouth slightly open as he struggled for air. His eyes filled with tears. "Two..."
Shamil just clung tighter. The pain in his stomach was too strong to process. He felt all his strength vanish in a second. He began to cry in small sobs, his cheek pressing against the man's chest.
"Three..."
Shamil began to cough, his fingers clinging to the warm coat as he tried to move, his head sliding from the man's chest to his abdomen.
"Four..."
Saliva fell onto the man's coat, but he didn't seem to mind, just carrying Shamil, sitting him on his lap.
"Five..."
His hands caressed Shamil's face, his thumb cleaning the saliva that had spilled from Shamil's lips.
"Six..."
Carefully, he brought his face to the smaller one's neck, inhaling his scent.
"Seven..."
His hand began to squeeze Shamil's neck, making him lose more strength.
"Eight..."
Soon Shamil began to move slowly.
"Nine..."
He whispered, pressing his forehead against Shamil's.
"Ten..."
Shamil struggled to get up, pushing the man and crawling off his lap. Tears began to fall to the floor as he cried.
"...Eleven," the man whispered, his previously serious face turning into a smile.
Shamil grabbed the wall tightly, struggling to find stability, opening the cabin door and quickly exiting, closing the door behind him as he tried to run, tripping again and again in the snow.
He tried to keep counting but couldn't; he had lost track.
He could only keep running through the snow. Each step was too slow, and that only made him more desperate. He couldn't go on like this; he was desperate and crying profusely.
Soon he tripped, falling hard against the snow. He felt a lot of pain from the blow to his stomach, so much that he felt he couldn't breathe.
His fingers pressed into the snow beneath him. He felt the cold begin to burn on his skin, tears sliding and falling onto the snow.
"Help... help..." he murmured as he crawled, getting up shakily and trying to run again, tripping again.
Slowly, he turned onto his back while struggling for air. His hands went down to his sweater, lifting it up to his stomach and looking at his abdomen. Shamil couldn't help but cry when he saw it. His stomach looked red, the mark of the fist imprinted in bright red.
"Ugh... It can't be..." he sobbed, again struggling to get up.
"Shamil?" a gruff, tired voice was heard. Shamil could only turn before crying; it was the ranger. Quickly, Shamil began to crawl towards the man.
"H-H-Help! P-Please!" he cried, and the man just held his shoulders, carefully lifting him.
"What happened?!" he questioned as he quickly tried to guide him to his office.
"I-I need... I need to get to my car! Please help me!" he begged, his legs trembling as he tried to run.
Both tried to run for what seemed like an eternity, and after so much desperation, he felt hope when he spotted the ranger's cabin and therefore his car. Tears fell as he finally had some illusion.
But his mind wouldn't leave him alone... There was something telling him everything was wrong... And slowly he turned back before freezing.
"NO!" he shouted, being pulled by the arm and thrown into the snow, falling hard.
The ranger tried to react, trying to pull a weapon from his pocket before receiving a kick to the stomach, the weapon falling into the snow.
"NO... PLEASE NO!" Shamil screamed, watching as the blonde loaded an axe.
"Your minute is up..." he murmured as he raised the axe. The man's scream was horrible, gut-wrenching when the axe hit the ranger's sternum... but it was only for a moment. Blood splattered the snow and Shamil. After that, he could only hear the gurgle of the man drowning in his own blood. Slowly, he lifted his gaze and looked at the scene.
"AHH... NO... NOO... AHHH!" he screamed as he watched the man, the blonde's axe in his chest. After a few seconds, he tried to pull it out, placing his foot on the man's chest as support, then, with a crack, managed to pull the axe out. "NO..NONO" he screamed as he got up and tried to run, being stopped by the man who caressed his face, wiping away the tears and blood with his hand.
"Your minute is up."
Shamil just cried. He tried to move away but couldn't, and soon the man began to drag him to another place... He was no longer taking him to his cabin, but deeper... To a place he didn't want to know.
It was long minutes in which Shamil fought and screamed, but it didn't work. The man just carried him while walking to a place.
It was perhaps more than thirty minutes before he spotted a cabin. It was large and looked somewhat old.
Again he tried to fight, pulling hard until the man lost patience, receiving a strong blow to his face.
"UGH!..." he screamed as he fell into the snow, crying hard. The man just watched him before taking him by the wrist and forcing him to stand up.
Soon the man began to open the cabin door. Upon opening it, he began to drag Shamil inside the place, after a few seconds throwing him onto the floor of what he supposed was the living room.
"PLEASE, PLEASE...! DON'T KILL ME!" he cried inconsolably.
The man just sighed as he left his axe stuck in the wall.
Soon the man approached Shamil, pulling out his knife from its sheath and kneeling down next to Shamil, who tried to escape, being held by the legs, screaming when the man began to pull down his pants, ripping them off completely.
"NO... NO, PLEASE NO!" he screamed but was ignored again. Only Shamil's laments could be heard, laments that seemed like music to the man who observed Shamil's lower body. Soon the man took off his gloves before pushing aside Shamil's underwear, his fingers sliding over his vagina. "NONONONONO"
The blonde's breathing was heavy and hot, his hands removing the underwear before licking his vagina from behind, his hot tongue making Shamil tremble, who began to moan softly.
"STOP... NO!" he screamed, but only got his body turned face up, screaming again when the man began to lick his vagina. Shamil could only pull the man's blond hair, who, seemingly annoyed, straightened up, took off his coat, and rolled up the sleeves of his sweater, then took a rope and grabbed Shamil's wrists. Shamil screamed and kicked, but it didn't stop the strong man, who placed his wrists behind his back, tying them tightly, and again pushed Shamil so that he lay down.
Soon a cry of pain escaped Shamil's throat as he felt his body crushing his hands, but the man ignored it, again lifting Shamil's legs and licking his vagina.
Tears slid down his face as moans began to fill the room. He wanted to scream and fight but felt too weak under the man.
"Please... please no..." he murmured as he trembled, his eyes opening wide when the blonde sucked hard on his clitoris, his eyes rolling back from pleasure. "UGH... AH!... NO!~~"
The blonde still ignored him, his fingers inserting into the vaginal cavity while Shamil moaned. The man's touch was messy and rough. Each lick was like that of a dog; there was no experience, but there was cruelty.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!" he cried, his legs trembling violently the more the man masturbated him. After a few minutes, he stopped, kissing the smaller one's clitoris one last time and settling between Shamil's legs, his erection pressed against Shamil's vagina.
The man watched him for a few seconds, that grim face making Shamil tremble, who sobbed once more.
"Please... I beg you... let me go..." he sobbed, but the man didn't answer, just brought his hands to Shamil's face, placing his palms on the smaller one's cheeks, his thumbs caressing the soft skin.
Soon the man brought his face to Shamil's, pressing his lips to Shamil's, who sobbed. The kiss was clumsy but desperate. He could feel the man moving his hips to the rhythm of the kiss, his erection rubbing against his clitoris.
Soon the kisses moved to his cheek, the man's lips kissing the tears that fell non-stop down his cheeks.
"Vanya..." the man whispered, and Shamil just trembled. It seemed to be a woman's name... Maybe he was confusing this Vanya with him.
"...I'm not Vanya..."
The man just remained silent before laughing, kissing Shamil hard before pulling away.
"I know. My name is Vanya... It's a unisex name," he said with a small smile.
Shamil just looked at him, crying when the man began to unbuckle his pants, taking out his hard, large erection while still looking at Shamil.
Shamil fearfully looked at the man's erection, crying in desperation when he saw it.
"It won't fit! I beg you, don't hurt me!" he cried as he felt the man lift his legs and with one hand align his penis at Shamil's vaginal entrance, the glans pressing against the small hole. "NONONO PLEASE!"
He cried, shrieking as the man began to push harder, the pain of the stretching dazing Shamil.
"AH... IT HURTS!" he cried, and Vanya hurried to kiss Shamil's forehead, his fingers hurrying to caress Shamil's clitoris, who moaned, still in pain.
"It will only be for a moment..." he murmured as he pushed deeper and deeper.
Shamil's screams of pain grew louder and louder, insults and whimpers filling the cabin.
"UGH, BASTARD... PULL IT OUT! SHIT!" he screamed before rolling his eyes when the glans of Vanya's penis entered completely, Shamil's legs trembling violently. "....Hhhhahghhm.... Vanya....no," he moaned with tears gushing out, but Vanya only startled upon hearing Shamil say his name, quickly kissing Shamil's face.
"Yes... That's it... Say my name... You're the only one who knows it... I need you to say it," he murmured as he kissed Shamil, who just endured the sensation of Vanya's tongue invading his mouth, sucking his tongue, and licking his teeth.
He didn't want to bite Vanya... He was afraid of him. In the little he knew him, he knew the man would be capable of pulling out his teeth just to control him...
How did he know? Well, seeing the small crafts made of bones and teeth was enough to understand.
But he almost came close to biting him when Vanya again pushed inside Shamil, every centimeter of his penis entering deeper and deeper into his vagina. His vaginal walls trembled and squeezed tightly around Vanya's thick, throbbing penis, which was dripping with pre-cum, making Shamil feel like he was burning inside.
Soon Vanya separated from Shamil, a strand of saliva joining them both before the strand broke and stuck to Shamil's chin, receiving a lick from Vanya.
"...It h...hur...hurts... Vanya... it hurts...!" Shamil said with tears in his eyes. "UGHHHH AH NONMMMMHHHN AHHH... IT HURTS VANYA...!" he screamed when a hard thrust impaled him completely, the blonde's large penis deep inside Shamil, his flat stomach bulging from the large penis. "SHITSHITSHIT...." he screamed, his legs trembling violently while his vagina gushed vaginal fluid and Vanya's fluids.
"Ah... It's inside... I'm inside Shamil..." the blonde whispered with a small smile, kissing the smaller one's cheek hard while slowly beginning to move his hips, each movement slow and deep.
"Ah... ahh... nnnnhhhgmmmmm deep... Ahghhh!" he moaned in pain, his eyes wide open and tears sliding down his face.
He could feel Vanya's glans hitting against his cervix, crushing it completely and dizzying Shamil. He still felt the pain of the punch to his stomach and still wasn't used to the thick phallus penetrating him. He felt like he was going to pass out; he couldn't stand it.
"It's... it's too much... I'm going to... I'm going to," he sobbed, his eyes trembling.
"You're strong... When I hit you, I thought you would faint... I hit you with all my strength, many people faint from much less... But you managed to get up and run all those meters through the snow... You're amazing Shamil... So you can take this and much more... Just look... How your pretty little vagina is swallowing my penis... We were made for each other," he whispered as he pushed harder inside Shamil, who clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes rolling back, barely able to stand it, the sensitivity in his body unbearable. "You're beautiful..."
"Vanya!" he cried, his legs trembling violently before they began to bounce slightly due to Vanya's thrusts, who pressed his chest against Shamil's, leaning on the floor with his forearms, the thrusts hard and fast. "UGH... AH...~" The pleasure grew stronger and stronger, as if every part of his body belonged to Vanya, and Vanya enjoyed that. "I can't breathe... He's crushing me..." he thought through tears, screaming when the man gave one last thrust, HARD and DEEP, before pulling out completely. "Ugh... ah... Vanya..."
The blonde just watched him before turning him face down, lifting his hips and pushing HARD into the vaginal cavity, touching deeper than Shamil could have imagined.
Shamil could barely hold himself up. His cheek was pressed against the floor, his legs didn't have the strength to hold him, and he still had his hands tied. His body trembled violently with each thrust he received. He could feel Vanya's glans hitting his cervix hard, preparing it for what was to come.
"You feel so good..." the man murmured, his breath hitting Shamil's nape, who shuddered, screaming when Vanya bit his nape, marking him as if he were an animal. "I love you... I love you..."
Shamil just cried, moaning when Vanya's hand went to his intimacy, his fingers rubbing Shamil's clitoris, carefully gathering the fluids of both with his fingers and moistening the smaller one's clitoris, rubbing hard.
"NOT SO HARD...UGH AHN... SLOW...!" he screamed, and Vanya just nodded, the movement of his fingers becoming softer but still maintaining speed.
Soon Shamil began to moan louder, Vanya's thrusts hitting every sweet spot in his vagina, making his vaginal walls squeeze Vanya tighter, and as Vanya's fingers rubbed his swollen clitoris intensely, he let out a loud moan before his vagina forcefully splashed Vanya's penis and the cabin floor, his legs trembling violently.
"I'm going to fill you up... Shamil... Shamil..." the blonde murmured, and the smaller one felt too dazed to understand. "Shit... Get pregnant... Get pregnant... I need you to have my children..." he murmured as his thrusts became faster and more erratic, his penis swelling hard before pushing DEEPLY inside Shamil, his glans pressing against Shamil's cervix before spilling his hot semen forcefully inside Shamil, his uterus receiving every drop with pleasure.
Vanya just moaned heavily, his hips pushing slower and slower inside Shamil, the semen overflowing from the smaller one's vagina, who moaned, feeling Vanya get up a bit and cut his bindings. After a few seconds, he withdrew from inside Shamil and turned the smaller one face up, who just moaned, his vagina struggling to expel the hot semen.
"Shit, you're beautiful..." Vanya murmured as he caressed Shamil's face, who just blinked tiredly. Vanya just smiled at that, kissing Shamil, who tried to pull away but failed, only feeling Vanya push his tongue into his oral cavity, licking every part of his mouth before pulling away. "Stick out your tongue," Vanya murmured, and Shamil obeyed, moaning when the larger one began to suck the small muscle, making Shamil want to cry from shame.
Soon both separated, and Vanya watched him with those cold eyes, carefully taking Shamil's hands and placing them on his face.
Shamil, more dazed than conscious, began to caress the man's face, his fingers caressing the man's cheeks, his hand sliding over the man's nose as he explored each feature of the man.
Vanya just smiled as he closed his eyes, taking Shamil's hand and kissing the back of it before smiling again.
Shamil didn't know if after this Vanya would kill him... Maybe he raped the women he found... He didn't know. He was too tired.
...
His childhood was a deep crimson color...
His mother was a beautiful woman with cream-colored hair. Her hair was long and wavy, her skin whiter than his but still had that caramel touch. Her eyes were golden and bright, and she always wore a white dress with gold jewelry.
She was beautiful, but she was too unstable.
He never paid attention to it until he saw how the children played, while all he did was hunt and help his mother.
He hunted small animals, and his mother hunted the big ones... Sometimes those big animals screamed too much, begging for help.
He knew it wasn't normal, but his mother used to say they were the same as animals, and animals had to die.
He was never bothered by the metallic smell of blood, nor by how annoying it was to get it out of his clothes... It was normal, it was his daily life.
But when he grew up and started watching people further outside the forest, he realized how different they were.
Children played and didn't have to hunt or do chores, people interacted with each other, without hurting each other, without hunting... Without anything.
He didn't understand it.
Whenever a person came near their house, his mother always ended up hunting them.
He didn't understand it.
But if his mother considered it normal... Then it was because it was normal.
...
Although when he turned fifteen, he realized the reason for his life.
Grandmother had died trying to protect his mother from some men... And in response, she became hostile, hunting any person who came near.
Until his father arrived and they created him.
He soon found out that when his father discovered his mother's nature, he tried to escape.
Sometimes he felt sorry for that man, almost every morning he brought flowers to his grave... Because thanks to his father, he was able to be born.
... Even though that life full of crimson one day turned blue.
He still remembers it, that blue hair, long and shiny, those bicolored blue eyes that looked at everything with curiosity, his pale and soft skin, and his beautiful and innocent face.
He could still remember the small smile he gave him.
"Hello! Are you alone here?" asked the child with a curious voice while playing with the edge of his scarf.
"..."
"...Are you lost too?... I got angry with Mom and... I ran very far... Do you know where the other cabins are?" asked the child, and he just nodded while offering him his hand. "I'm Shamil! And you?"
"... Vanya," he murmured, and the child just smiled while taking his hand, both walking towards where the other cabins were.
"That's a very pretty name! Even though it sounds like a girl's name," he murmured, and Vanya just tilted his head.
"It's a unisex name," he murmured, and Shamil just nodded while squeezing the child's hand. "How old are you, Shamil?"
"Mmm? I'm ten!" he said with a smile, and Vanya just nodded.
"It's dangerous for you to go so deep into the forest... Many people get lost and there are many ravines... It would be better if you don't run again," said Vanya as the child nodded. The blond just watched how the child struggled to walk due to tiredness and with little effort, he carried him.
"Ah! I can walk on my own!"
"I don't think so, the snow is high today and... You are very small."
Both children talked the whole way, Shamil complaining about how far it was and Vanya scolding him for having run.
When they arrived, Vanya just stood next to a tree, not wanting anyone to see him, and Shamil just looked at him, smiling when Vanya put him on the ground.
"Thank you, Vanya!" thanked Shamil, and Vanya just nodded.
"Don't run away again."
He said before leaving without letting Shamil answer him.
...
Even though his life had returned to its original course, he couldn't get the little blue-haired child out of his head, he couldn't stop thinking about his sweet smile and his bright eyes.
He tried to ignore it, he tried to continue with his life.
But the hope of being able to forget him was ruined when the child returned, with a big smile on his face while carrying a lunch box.
"Vanya!" he shouted as he ran towards the older one, who stepped back, lowering the axe he was carrying.
"I told you not to come back!" shouted the blond, but the smaller one just laughed while hugging the taller one. "What if you got lost or fell?!" he shouted with clear discontent on his face.
"Don't worry, Vanya! I'm very good at memorizing things!" he said with a smile before lifting his lunch box. "I brought something for you!"
Vanya soon calmed down, his eyes looking at the child's lunch box before looking back at the little one's eyes.
"...What is it?" he asked nervously, and the child just smiled while looking at a bench (a bench that Vanya had made recently), sitting down quickly as Vanya followed him.
"I brought some bread and... Hot chocolate! My mom made it! My mom makes the best hot chocolate in the world! You're going to love it!" he said with a cheerful voice, opening the lunch box to take out a thermos and two cups, giving one to the blond who just looked curiously, tilting his head when Shamil began to fill his cup with the hot liquid. Carefully, he brought his face to the drink, smelling the sweet aroma, his cheeks blushing from the steam hitting his face. "Blow on it before you drink it."
Vanya just looked at the little one. "Blow on it?"
"Mmm, yes, well, let me do it for you!" said Shamil as he carefully blew on Vanya's drink while he just watched. "There it is, take a little sip, and if it's too hot, blow on it carefully to cool it down!"
Vanya just nodded as he took a small sip, his cheeks reddening and his eyes shining when he felt the sweet taste invade his mouth. He had never tasted anything like that in his entire life. He knew tea and other types of drinks that his mother liked to make, but he had never tried that.
"Is it good?" asked Shamil with a smile.
"... It's delicious," he murmured as he took another sip, not caring how hot it was.
...
Soon his mother noticed Vanya's absence. He no longer hunted like before and was wasting too much time.
That night they were both together in the kitchen, his mother cooking and Vanya heating up some herbs for tea.
"... Where have you been these days?... Don't think I haven't noticed how inefficient you've been," said the woman, and Vanya just shrank back.
"... I was..."
"You've been talking to someone, haven't you?" asked the woman, and Vanya just closed his eyes.
"... Yes..."
"Who?"
"... A few weeks ago, he got lost in the forest... And I helped him..."
"... Mhm... Have you been following him?"
"No... He looks for me, he brings me things his mother makes," he whispered with a smile, and his mother just looked at him while bringing her hand to the young man's cheek.
"Is he your special person?"
"... Yes..."
"What's his name?"
"... Shamil... He is... He is beautiful... His eyes are... Blue and he has beautiful blue hair... He is so sweet... Intelligent... Daring... Brave," he said with a small smile as his mother stroked his blond hair.
"I want you to bring him... I want to see that special person..."
"... You won't do anything to him, right? You can't touch him... He's mine..."
His mother just laughed as she listened to him.
"I want to see the future member of the family."
Vanya just nodded as he smiled.
...
"Am I going to meet your mom?" asked Shamil as he walked hand in hand with Vanya, who just nodded.
"Yes, my mother wants to meet you," he whispered as he carried Shamil.
"No, I can walk!"
"This place is a bit more dangerous, I don't want you to fall, Bluebird," he whispered in the child's ear, who just clung to Vanya's neck.
...
Both arrived after at least half an hour. Shamil had soon started to fall asleep.
"Wake up, Shamil... We've arrived at my house," said the blond as the blue-eyed boy just nodded, trying to get down from Vanya's arms, who didn't allow it. They soon arrived at the cabin and opened the door.
"You live very far, Van," murmured Shamil.
"My mother doesn't like places that are too crowded," he said as he entered the cabin, closing the door behind him. "Mother."
Soon the woman walked towards them, her golden eyes observing the child who greeted her.
"Aw... It was true... He is beautiful," said the woman as Vanya put Shamil down. "How old are you, dear?"
"I'm ten, ma'am!" he said with a smile.
"How cute you are! But no, call me mother... After all, we will become very close."
...
Vanya adored Shamil, and Shamil adored Vanya.
So much so that in the time they spent together, they had started sharing a kiss here and there, clumsy and innocent kisses.
Vanya loved Shamil.
"When we grow up, we should get married," said Shamil, and Vanya nodded.
"I would love to..." he whispered as he caressed Shamil's cheek, carefully joining their lips in a small kiss and pulling away. "I love you, Shamil."
He never wanted that moment to end.
...
But Shamil's vacation soon ended, and therefore Vanya's happiness.
Vanya didn't want Shamil to leave... He was desperate.
"What should I do, Mother? I don't want him to leave... Maybe..."
"No, don't even think about it. Killing his mother would only make him hate you..." said his mother as she knelt in front of her son, her hands caressing Vanya's cheeks. "He promised you he would return... So wait for him..."
Vanya nodded, as he felt tears fill his eyes... It was the first time he had cried in his entire life.
...
That morning he walked towards the other cabins and saw him... Shamil and his mother packing everything to leave.
His mother was as beautiful as Shamil, but Shamil was more colorful, bright, beautiful like no other.
And soon those blue eyes noticed him, he ran quickly towards Vanya, his small body hugging him.
"Vanya! Mom, look, it's Vanya!" he said with a big smile, and soon the woman looked at him. The woman's smile was warm, completely different from his mother's cold smile.
"Nice to meet you, Vanya... I'm Milk. I'm glad you came to say goodbye to Shamil..." her voice was sweet and soft.
Vanya just nodded, and Shamil just laughed as he hugged him.
"I'm going to miss you! I promise we'll see each other soon!" he said with a smile, and Vanya just smiled. Vanya carefully kissed Shamil's lips while Milk turned back to her tasks.
"... Come back... Promise me that no matter how long it takes... You will return."
Shamil just nodded.
....
Shamil never left his mind. No matter how much time passed, no matter how brutal he became, no matter how atrocious his behaviors grew, no matter how much blood he had spilled.
The only sweet thing left in his life was the memory of Shamil.
Soon the "tourist" area became empty. Soon the only people who were there knew they shouldn't go deep into the forest.
Soon everyone feared what lay in the depths of that place.
And for a while, he thought Shamil would never want to come near that place again.
Until he saw him once more. His formerly small figure now taller and thinner, his long and unruly hair, his blue eyes observing everything with curiosity.
Vanya hoped Shamil would look for him, but he didn't.
He soon realized that Shamil didn't remember him, and the only memory of his childhood love lived only in his mind.
...
That night, Shamil slept peacefully, and Vanya could only watch, barely able to see his face by the moonlight. Vanya soon found himself tormented by a thought.
I want him to realize I'm here.
And the tapping began.
...
He hadn't rested, he hadn't even followed his routine. He just kept watching Shamil.
Watching as the smaller one, in turn, watched a rabbit, taking a few photos of it.
Soon when the rabbit left, Shamil also decided to move away from the window.
Vanya was a little disappointed but assumed it was his opportunity to do something more.
Like getting a companion for Shamil.
...
That night, the thoughts continued to torment him.
I want him to notice me.
I want him to see me.
I want him to realize my presence.
I want him to remember me.
I want him to know I'm not going away.
I want him to know he's not going to escape from me.
And he made the decision to enter the cabin. It was warm and comfortable, not gloomy and dark like his...
He walked carefully through the living room while listening to the shower.
He opened the door carefully and observed, just for a moment. He just wanted to see Shamil.
And there he was, humming while showering, the frosted glass barely covering his body.
He could see his pale skin, his slender waist, how he cared for every detail of his body.
Vanya just sighed. He wasn't even careful when closing the door.
I want him to know I'm here.
And if that wasn't enough, he ended up knocking over a glass he had seen on the table.
I want you to know that no matter if you hide... I'm still here.
Shamil spent over an hour locked in that bathroom, and only when Vanya heard the shower turn off did he decide to leave.
...
That night, while Shamil was lying down again, Vanya felt that need. He tapped carefully on the window while watching out of the corner of his eye as Shamil startled under the covers, his body trembling with fear as he cried.
He wouldn't deny that he felt bad... But it was his punishment for having forgotten him.
...
That morning, Shamil tried to run away.
And Vanya couldn't allow it. Not again. Not anymore.
He made a mess. He ended two lives in order to have Shamil by his side.
They were both in the way anyway. They were two pests he had had to take care of for a long time.
...
When Shamil woke up, he heard the cabin door open. Seconds later, Vanya entered. His face had a little blood on it, and the tips of his fingers were bloodstained.
Shamil trembled, trying to move away but whimpering when his pelvis hurt intensely, his vagina still dripping with semen.
"...I went to get rid of the bodies... Leaving them there might raise more suspicion than usual," the man whispered as he carried Shamil, giving him a kiss on the forehead while taking him to a bathroom.
"Wh...What are you going to do to me?" he sobbed.
"You don't remember me, do you?... It makes me feel a little bad... But that's okay..." he whispered as he sat him on the toilet. "Go on, you can bathe or do your business. I'll wait for you."
Shamil just blinked, tears clinging to his eyelashes. he wanted to expel all the semen but couldn't. He could only feel how the semen continued to drip from his vagina, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't.
"Hahh... It's a lot... Ahhh..." he murmured as his legs trembled. Slowly he lifted his head and saw how the man was leaning against the door frame, watching him.
"A lot, huh?" he murmured as he approached Shamil, lifting him off the toilet. Vanya sat down, placing Shamil on his lap, lifting his legs with one arm and with the other hand inserting his fingers inside Shamil's vagina, carefully removing the semen.
"Ah... ah... nonono!" he whimpered, and Vanya just frowned, again unbuttoning his pants. "Wait! No, please, no!"
"I will make you remember... And only then will you love me," he whispered as he freed his erection, aligning it at Shamil's entrance, pushing hard inside the smaller one, who groaned, crying between pain and pleasure.
"Vanya!" he groaned, his body trembling with each thrust he received inside him, squealing when the man's fingers rubbed his clitoris.
"Don't you recognize my touch? My kisses?" he whispered as he caressed Shamil's clitoris and then moved his hand up to the smaller one's belly, then removing his hand and taking Shamil's chin, forcing him to kiss him, introducing his tongue into Shamil's oral cavity, who moaned muffledly. "Say my name... Say it until you remember every part of me," he whispered, and Shamil just clung to the man.
"Vanya... Vanya..." he groaned.
"Do you remember it? Tell me you do, Shamil... Remember how much I love you," he whispered. "My sweet Bluebird..."
Shamil just closed his eyes, his vaginal walls squeezing the man's penis tightly as it penetrated deeply inside him. His cervix was being crushed by the man's large size, and Vanya's fingers rubbed his swollen clitoris intensely. He let out a loud moan before his vagina splashed forcefully over Vanya's penis, his legs trembling violently.
"It's too much! Please take it out!"
"Almost there... Just wait a little longer..." murmured Vanya with a frown, releasing Shamil's legs before standing up and pressing Shamil against the wall, holding him by the hips while pushing harder.
"Ah... Ah! Vanya!~~" he moaned before letting out a scream when he felt the man's penis swell forcefully inside him before spilling DEEPLY his burning semen inside him, painting every sensitive area of his vagina white.
Vanya just grunted as he came, slamming his arm against the wall with force while his penis continued pumping load after load of semen inside Shamil.
"Iiiikkk!~~~" he squealed as he felt Vanya hold him tightly, and soon the man tore off his sweater, the only garment he was wearing, and soon the man also began to remove his own clothes.
Shamil just looked at him nervously. He could only see the man's defined and strong body, which had many scars. Carefully, he brought his fingers to the scars, caressing them gently while the man watched him.
Soon the man put him in the shower, turning on the water which, fortunately, was hot. Shamil simply couldn't stay standing and sat on the floor, followed by Vanya, who carefully began to clean every part of Shamil.
"Do you remember it now?" asked the man, and Shamil just denied it. "...Ten years ago... The last time you came to the cabin..." whispered Vanya as he cleaned the smaller one's hair, soaping Shamil's hair while the latter closed his eyes.
Soon he rinsed his hair, removing all traces of soap before kissing his lips.
"...I don't remember it..."
"...Right..." he said with disappointment as he began to slowly remove the semen from Shamil's vagina, who groaned. "Back then, I didn't look for you... I didn't harass you... You were the one who looked for me... Again and again, no matter the danger..."
Shamil just looked at him with wide eyes. Every touch that disgusted him slowly became sweet in his mind.
"'Vanya, Vanya! I brought hot chocolate! My mom made it! My mom makes the best hot chocolate in the world!...'" he said in a whisper, and Shamil just cried. "You promised you would return... And you kept your promise... You're here... My adored Bluebird..."
"... Vanya!" he cried as he hugged the man. He was still afraid, he still felt like he should run, but when he felt the man's warm touch, he couldn't move, he couldn't separate himself from him.
Vanya just hummed.
Yes, now he remembered... He had forgotten many things after his mother's death.
He forgot a large part of his childhood, he forgot so many things.
But the past never dies, does it?
And the past had returned for him when he gave the slightest opportunity.
Now he understood many things about his past. He remembers how Vanya always carried that axe with him, how his mother seemed so cold... That sometimes she made his body freeze.
He remembers how much Cream used to tell him that Shamil would be the new member of the family.
He remembers Vanya's kisses, he remembers all the affection.
But Vanya was different... Vanya had become a brutal killer.
But despite the fear, he felt warmth.
"Tell me you remember it."
"Yes... Yes," he said between sobs, and Vanya just smiled while kissing the smaller one.
...
He wondered if his mother ever went to the cabin when she was pregnant. Did she spend time with his father in that forest? Was his father with his mother during that stage of pregnancy before he died?
Did Mom have someone to take care of her during that stage? Was she there for most of her pregnancy?
Like him?
It was no surprise.
His life with Vanya wasn't bad. He ate better than he used to in the past, he slept as much as he wanted, and the only payment he had to make for all that was to please Vanya and love him.
His good nutrition had improved his health enormously, and Vanya's needs were constant. So when he realized he was pregnant, it didn't come as a great surprise.
Vanya seemed very happy when he found out. He didn't stop feeding Shamil; he even left the forest just to get things that Shamil liked.
Only for Shamil.
It was a good life.
Although sometimes when Vanya arrived covered in blood, it was something he couldn't stand. Several times he had run away when Vanya returned with a corpse.
Each escape was always overcome by the blond, who ended up catching him in their little chases, where Shamil tripped again and again in the snow, and well... Vanya just followed him at a snail's pace, knowing that he wasn't going to get anywhere anyway.
Despite that, he didn't mind being with Vanya. Despite the fear, he couldn't help but love Vanya, especially when he remembered his past... And experiencing each sign of affection from the man...
It wasn't a bad life.
Escaping was never an option...
Especially when his pregnancy began. Anyway, no one was waiting for him out there... Surely no one had noticed his disappearance.
Shamil was an invisible person in the outside world.
He supposed life wasn't bad when the man always, upon arriving, knelt at his feet, like a puppy seeking affection from his master.
And Shamil gave him exactly that...
Love, companionship, and the son he so longed for.
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