Lunar tale prt 4

I groggily awoke to the sound of a woman whimpering. I thought I was having one of my "wet" dreams as mistress told me they were and looked around to find the source of the sound. If I was a cartoon, my jaw would have dropped to the floor, because what I saw shocked me. There in the bedroom of my mistress, was of course my mistress, but also another person. He was a stocky old man probably in his sixtys. I was dumbfounded at how such a person found our cottage or how he got passed all the wild animals that inhabit the dense forest surrounding our home. My mistress was still clothed although her black skirt was hiked up around her hips. I didn't understand what was happening. I didn't know what sex was, I only knew about the sounds that people make during sex mostly because my keen ears would catch bits and pieces of what went on in the towns and cities at night. I could always hear the women crying out their lover's name. I found the sounds exciting and wondered what it would be like to call my name, but anyway, here was an old fart of a man who looked quite healthy acutally for an old timer. He was clothed as well save that of course his pants were unzipped and he was moving against my mistress in such a strange manner. I just stood there frozen in place trying to figure out the situation. My mistress was writhing. It didn't look like pain and she was making the "sounds". I found myself starting to get excited and found that the effects were stronger possibly because I was seeing as well as hearing. But that didn't matter. What mattered was disposing of this wretched human for entering our sanctuary. I let loose my fury upon him, yanking him by his neck and throwing him to the ground. His appendage was now hanging out like a rigid pole covered in a strange fluid. My mistress was panting and trying to catch her breath and I could see that same strange fluid coating her thighs. She pushed her skirt down and looked away from me. I could tell she was ashamed and to alleviate that I chose to dispose of the old geezer with haste. Unceremoniously, I dragged him outside into the cold snow and threw him into the wilderness. I waited until I heard a cry of pain and smirked in satisfaction. He was gone. I then went back inside to find my mistress clutching at herself and as her loyal companion and maybe something more, I drew to her side and kissed away her tears. She hugged me and her long raven hair, wet with perspiration, clung to my face. I cooed softly to her and rocked her gently in my arms. She suddenly began to undress me and pushed me down onto her bed. She was smiling as she saw that my appendage had become like that man's and told me what was happening. I began to understand bit by bit what was going to happen and she took me into her depths gliding me slowly inside and gently we had sex, no we made love in the morning light that poured through the window of her room. That morning I learned what it meant to be with someone and I wanted to be with her, my lovely mistress.