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Autumn is in full swing. It's cool, but not yet chilly during the daylight hours. It's after the worst of the summer heat, but before the winter rains start - assuming we're lucky enough to get substantial rain this winter. In my opinion, it's the best time of year to enjoy Yosemite National Park.

Gods, I love Yosemite. Her majestic mountains and towering trees and rushing waters -

"Are we theeere yet?"

Yes, even her impatience, contrarianism, and general catty bullshit.

"We're close."

"You said we were close an hour ago!"

I look at my watch. "Half an hour. How is a tree not able to keep track of something as natural as the passage of time?"

"A tree watches the passage of seasons, not days."

I open my mouth to snap back, but I've got nothing. That was a stupidly good comeback.

"... Well if you complain again, you're carrying the tent."

"Oh no. The thought of teleporting while carrying a whole tent makes it sooo much more daunting."

"If you teleport, I'm making you cook dinner."

"... rrrgh."

Now it's her turn to have nothing to say. Yosemite sucks hard at cooking and she knows it. I may not be as much of a wizard in the kitchen as Yellowstone, but I can cook plenty of simple dishes - Yosemite, on the other hand, has only recently learned to subsist on oats boiled in water whenever someone else isn't around to cook for her.

"Y- you wouldn't do that to yourself."

"I could decide to only cook for one."

"You-"

"Quit bellyaching, we're here."

"Oh!"

Yosemite is immediately distracted, dashing past me to take in the vista. The campground has an unparalleled view of the park's mountains; and despite her deep-set allergy to physical exertion, Yosemite does appreciate nature. I would be worried for her sanity if she didn't, honestly, given that she's a literal nature goddess.

I'll give her five seconds.

Then -

"Wanna help me set up the tent? Or would you prefer to keep admiring yourself?"

"Not my fault I'm beautiful, babe."

It's true. She is beautiful; both the lands that created her, and the spirit herself.

The green of her eyes is like sunlight through the forest canopy; her pale, glittery 'freckles' of river-rock stand out in sharp contrast against her dark skin. Her ears are pointed like a mythical fairy's might be, and her two-tone hair is always dripping, never dry. She's not human, but she is beautiful.

I guess sometimes I get caught up in admiring Yosemite too.

Okay, I'll give her five minutes.

"Yeah, this was worth not teleporting for."

"I'm glad you like my cooking."

"I mean, it's not as good as Yellowstone's," Yosemite snarks back. "But it was pretty great for canned ingredients in a campfire stew."

I scoot closer, not quite leaning on her, but gently bringing our shoulders into contact.

"Only my best for you, sweetie," I reply, keeping my voice light.

I see her blush, even in the shadowy firelight. Much like myself, she has built a lot of herself into a prickly, defensive shell; also like myself, that shell is weak to sweet words slipping past it.

She nudges me softly. "Thanks. I mean it."

I lean a little harder against Yosemite, resting my head on her shoulder. "You should make it up to me."

"Oh? How would you suggest I do that?"

"I'm sure you can think of something to do... while we're out here alone, enjoying a rare moment away from Val and the kids..."

Yosemite looks straight at me, her eyes gleaming. "Oh, you temptress."

"Isn't that the whole point of these camping trips?"

She doesn't respond with words. Instead, she stands up, unceremoniously kicking the loose dirt back into the firepit and wringing an improbable quantity of water out of her hair, dousing the few remaining coals.

Then she turns back to face me. With the embers of the campfire extinguished, only the starlight and waning crescent moon remain, their pale light barely visible above the dark depths of the forest.

All I can see is the faint gleam of predatory tapeta lucida in her eyes.

The eyes vanish. Next thing I know, her arms are curling around my legs and shoulders, picking me up and moving with purpose back to our tent.

She almost drops me as she stoops through the tent flap, and her form as she puts me down on the waterproof sleeping bag is best described as inelegant. She's really not cut out to be carrying an adult human. Still...

... It's pretty hot when she gets all physical with me. Even more so considering how lazy she is the rest of the time.

Yosemite has her moccasins off before I even find the electric lamp. My trail boots are much more heavily laced, and by the time I'm kicking them off, she has finished shedding her outer layers. She's left with only her leggings and a bra that looks suspiciously like it might be made of moss.

Some of her clothes are purchased from stores run by humans. Some just... appear. I chalk it up to the perks of being a minor deity and try not to think too hard about it.

I become painfully aware that she's stopped moving as I start to take off my ranger khakis.

"What?"

"Keep going."

In the dim lamplight, the forest green has yellowed to something closer to a coyote's eyes, all sharp and hungry. It makes me somewhat self-conscious... and very aroused.

It's a struggle to keep my hands steady as I shimmy out of my ranger pants and peel off my underclothes. Yosemite always gets me like this. The undivided attention of a lusting nature goddess is a hell of a drug.

Finally, I'm completely nude.

"Y-you too."

Yosemite nods, peeling off the bra with more ease than I ever have with those damn things, and her leggings a moment later.

She moves towards me on her hands and knees. As always, I fall back on my elbows, helpless before her advance as she crawls over me.

It would be genuinely scary, if -

"Eve, may I touch you?"

- If she wasn't so damn attentive at every turn.

"Please do."

She is on me in a flash, like lightning. Swift and focused, drawing irregular lines down my skin, pulling deep noises from my body and sparking fires where she touches.

"Yosemite -"

"Mmhm?" She releases the teeth on my neck, licking softly at the bruise. Her hands curl around my hips to claw at the small of my back.

"Yosemite - I need -"

I shift against her, inadvertently allowing her knee to press in between my legs. My voice trails off into a needy whine.

"Much as I'd love to hear more of that sound, I need you to use your words."

"I - haaa - I need you to fuck me," I pant. "You brought the strap, right?"

"Of course." She pushes herself up and off me, and I shudder at the loss of contact. "It is one of the things we can't quietly fumble around with behind that little curtain."

It takes her only a minute or two to dig it out of her backpack. Average sized in both length and girth, made of unassuming black silicone, attached to a similarly unassuming harness.

She's started to get pretty good at putting the harness on, too. It doesn't even take her a full minute.

Then she's back to looming over me, this time with her thick cock pressed against my mound.

"You want this?"

"What?"

"Do. You. Want. This." She repeats herself slowly and carefully, dragging out every syllable for maximum frustration.

"Of course I want it!"

"Ask nicely."

"Yosemite, you'd better -"

"Do it. Say please."

I can't stop a little growl from rising in my throat. A very faint hint of concern flashes across her face.

"Or... you could tell me to stop this. Say you don't want me to push you around tonight."

I open my mouth.

But that's as far as I get.

I do want her to push me around. The way she riles me up makes everything feel crazy intense. It's probably a factor in why we used to fight all the time, before our play-fighting was ever a prelude to sex.

"Hmm? Use your words, Eve."

"Keep... keep going."

"Okay." She grabs my wrists, one in each hand. Her grip is gentle, and I know I could probably throw her off if I really tried, but the sensation of being pinned is intoxicating. "If you ask nicely."

"Fuck you."

"No, I don't think I will." Yosemite shifts her hips, grinding the strap against me, but not penetrating. "Not until you ask nicely."

She keeps up the shallow rocking, teasing me with every movement.

"Hnng..."

"You can do it. I believe in you."

I can't help; as she says the last part, I let out a whine. Yosemite's demands get me hot and bothered; Yosemite's praise gets me needy. I'm already wet enough to slick the underside of her toy.

"God, you're so pretty like this. I could keep you here forever. That's a threat, by the way."

"Please," I gasp. "Please, please fuck me. Please, Yosemite, I need-"

My words trail off into another whine as she rocks her hips harder.

I don't even notice her briefly releasing one of my wrists, lowering her hand to line up the head of the strap-on with my entrance.

Her next thrust sinks directly into me, and I lose awareness of the pathetic sounds that I'm making. All I can focus on is the stretch and the fullness between my legs.

"I guess this is how I can consistently get you to shut up," Yosemite muses, her lips curled in amusement. "Just fuck you silly."

"N- no you shut up."

"You're not in any position to make demands, babe." She rocks slower and deeper.

"Fuck - fuck you."

"Fuck me? No, I think you'll find I'm fucking you."

I try to respond, but all I can make are more inarticulate noises. Yosemite's eyes narrow, and her smirk widens.

"Hnn-"

"Still fighting back, babe?" She slows down even more. "You're not in control here. Accept it."

The toy drags out of me, then she waits for a moment before pushing back in. It's agonizing. It's amazing.

"What was that weird mantra you were saying when we found you in Death Valley?" Yosemite muses. "Something about control, I'm sure of it..."

She's managing to keep her pace perfectly even, although there's a sheen of sweat on her skin. Slowly, she slides back into me, and I can't hold in another whine.

"Ahah! I got it!" Yosemite exclaims. "No control, no wisdom, no power. That was the mantra!"

I wish the ground could swallow me up right now. That wasn't one of the finer moments in my life.

"You have no control, no wisdom, and no power, here," Yosemite continues. She leans closer, pinning me under her body, entirely stilling the motion of her hips. "Say it."

"Wh-what?"

"Say the line."

"I'm not - I'm not saying-"

She shifts again, just barely, and I'm cut off by another embarrassing noise.

"I can pound you until all the pride and shame and anxiety leak out of that pretty little head," Yosemite continues, leaning down to bring her eyes closer to mine. "Or you can keep your precious dignity. I've got plenty of stamina, I can keep teasing you for awhile."

I try to muster another complaint. Just one more. But I look into those hungry eyes just above mine and... I just can't think of anything more to say.

I guess I've always loved being at the mercy of nature.

"I- I have no control."

Her eyes widen. Her pupils dilate.

"No w-wisdom..."

Her grip around my wrists tightens. Not painful yet, but it's definitely noticeable. I get the distinct impression she wants to bite me.

"... No power."

Yosemite rocks her hips hard. One of us lets out a throaty moan, the other a high-pitched growl, and I can't really tell which noise belongs to whom; all I can focus on is Yosemite's cock, filling me up completely, hitting every one of my buttons with unyielding force.

Immediately, she picks up the pace; no easing back into it, just immediate jackhammer. The thrusts shake my whole body.

I'll be sore later. Maybe even bruised. But I can't bring myself to care about that now, with a coyote-eyed spirit pinning me to the ground and fucking me senseless. I can't focus on anything but this moment here with her.

"Again!"

"I have no control." I can hear my voice shaking and cracking. "No wisdom - n-no power."

She leans closer still. She's practically lying on top of me now, though somehow still managing to rock her hips well enough to drive the toy its full length.

"Again."

A drop of water from her hair lands on my face. Or maybe it's sweat? The sweat beading on her skin seems to be mixing with the ever-flowing water in her hair, merging her human and divine aspects until I can't tell one apart from the other -

"I have - I have no control!" I whine. "No w-wisdom! N- no p-"

She changes her angle, just a little, and it breaks me.

I only vaguely hear my voice choking out into a strangled howl. I feel everything, though; my back arching, my arms thrashing against her grip, my legs wrapping around her hips to hold her in place.

Slowly, awareness bleeds back.

By the time I open my eyes, Yosemite has let go of my wrists, pushing herself up on her elbows. She's looking at me with an embarrassingly sweet expression, a far cry from her normal smug composure. She doesn't seem to realize I'm looking back, at first - then after a moment, she startles and looks away, blushing.

"Hey." I cup her cheek in my hand, gently pushing her back to facing me. "That was amazing."

Her blush deepens. "It didn't - I wasn't -" she blinks, closing her eyes and taking a breath, a sort of soft-resetting ritual of hers. "You're sure that wasn't too much?"

"It was perfect. Thank you so much, Yosemite."

She leans down to kiss my collarbone. As she pulls back, she shifts just enough that I feel the strap-on still inside me move, and I let out a gasp.

Yosemite giggles softly, but withdraws, fiddling with the straps for a minute before pushing the toy off to the side.

That done, she reaches for me again, scooping me up in her lanky arms and holding me close.

"Thank you so much, Eve," she mumbles. "You're such a good girl..."

Some part of me wants to be indignant at the infatilizing term. The rest of me preens. In lieu of responding verbally, and doubtless saying something stupid in the process, I snuggle in closer.

It's pure coincidence that my hand drifts down to grab her butt, I swear.

"Oh? You want to touch me too?"

"Always, you obnoxious tree."

She squirms away, rolling onto her back to give me better access. "Well, get on with it, then."

I grab at her tits, then rake my nails down her body. It's not gentle. Even if she weren't worked up from earlier, Yosemite is never interested in taking it slow when it comes to her own pleasure.

"Hhnnn - hell yes, babe. Keep going."

I shimmy down to grab her hips, elbowing her legs apart. Her river-water hair thing doesn't affect body hair, but I wouldn't know looking at the soaked bush before me.

One lick from bottom to top and she's off like a firework. It's all I can do to focus attention on her clit without getting my teeth knocked out by her rocking pubic bone.

I sling one arm over her hips, holding her down as well as I can, and with the other I bring two fingers down to her entrance.

For the first time tonight, it's her that's whining with need.

"Eve - yes, yes, right there - please- "

I curl my fingers upward as I lap at her clit, and she's finished. Her voice cuts off into a strangled squeak, her pubic bone knocks into my teeth (just as predicted), and -

There's the river water.

"Heheh. Good thing all our camping gear is waterproof, huh?"

"Shhhut up." I see signs of a blush under the gravelly freckles on her cheekbones. "I'll - I'll wash it later."

Unlike with some other chores, I know she's good for her word. It's not easy when a family lives in a one-room house, but we both go to great lengths to keep our... cavorting out of the eyes of the children.

(I don't know how maturity cycles work for nature spirits. For all that Yellowstone's memory appears to stretch back decades before I was born, she still looks, talks, and acts a lot younger than me, so I can't help but think of her as a child most of the time.)

"Thank you, Eve."

"Mhm. You're welcome." I crawl back up her body, snuggling against her and tucking my head under her chin.

"... How early do we need to start the hike back home?"

"No later than noon. We promised Val we'd be back before dark."

She makes a whiny sound.

"Oh hush. We don't have to start breaking camp till, like, eleven. And it's not even late at night yet. You'll be able to get your beauty sleeping-in time."

"Hmm... you saying I'm beautiful, Eve?"

"I think all trees are beautiful," I say in my best playful voice. "But... some are definitely more beautiful than others."

Yosemite just hums contentedly in reply.