Put on your raincoats fuckers, things are about to get smutty.

Oh her ass was grass. Not answering his calls? OH oh ho no no no. He stood on the edge of her lawn. It was only eight, and all the lights were out in her house. Bunch of night lightweights. This wouldn't do. He spied the pebble garden along the fence. He ran over and grabbed a fist full, jogging back to his place at on the edge.

"Wakey wakey." He grunted, chucking a pebble at her window. Nothing.

He tossed another. Oh this was cliche'. He threw the biggest one, and flinched when he heard a brittle smack. For a second he thought her window shattered and he was gonna have to cheese it. The light came on in her window. He saw her dark silhouette behind the curtains. He threw another, just for good measure.

Her window flew up, and her head darted out.

"Hey! There she is! What that fuck? Why didn't you answer my calls?" Eric yelled redundantly loud. He had on his Wizard King robes, casting a silly shadow on her yard. His staff in hand, he waved it around.

"Stop yelling, Cartman!" She hissed, looking behind her to make sure no one heard.

"Well I wouldn't be out here, yelling, if you had just, yanno... answered my damn calls." His voice a bit lower, still shouting though. Her hair was in a tizzy. She looked so cute.

Her hands massaged her temples. "Eric...what are you doing here?" Her tone one of aggravation. She looked fed up, but that was probably his favorite look.

He gave a curt bow, flashing her a signature grin. "Well, Lady Testaburger, Queen of the Valkyrie, I'm here on behalf of Kupa Keep to ask you for your companionship to...to uh the Lake of Stark's Eye. "

"Eric."

"I must also ask for your trusty steed." He thrust his staff towards the handles of her bike peeking above the fence.

"Eric."

"Wendy."

"Eric, seriousl-"

"Wendy!" He yelled her name, dogs started barking in her neighbors yard, then all over the block. From here he could see the panic on her face, she looked behind her back again, then to him, scowling.

" Cartman, I can't lug my ass and your fatass on my bi-"

"HORSE." Eric snapped , warning her to stay in character.

Rolling her eyes on a dramatic sigh, she called back down in a hushed yell. If there was such a thing. "Fine. My steed cannot heft yourn fatass and mine. Plus I don't want to go. Double plus, I can't just sneak out." Her hands rested on the window pane.

"What?! Yes it fucking can! Look, you ride on the back pegs-err...rump of your stallion, and I'll steer. And fuck the parents of yourn. Come along on an exciting journey!" He ran over to her fence and effortlessly snatched the bike, he hopped on and rode through her yard, and down the road. Not far, but far enough that she'd have to shout to get his attention. "I'm going to commandeer this horsie for my, The Wizard King's, safe travel."

Wendy was trying not to yell. "Eric! Get the fuck off my bike! I'm not riding bitch on my own-"

"Bitch?! Do you like disrespecting women, Wendy? Using such derogatory terms to refer to a fucking seat position!" The dogs barked louder when he yelled.

"Fuck you, Cartman! That's not even-" Eric took a stance of 'I'm about to pedal the fuck off' , a daring glare came across him. "I respect-I am a woman! And goddamit Eric don't take my fucking bike!" She pursed her lips , realizing she'd almost screamed.

"Tallyho bitch!" He shot her a bird and kicked off. Panic took over then, and she involuntarily reached for him.

"Eric wait!" Wendy almost fell out of her window. Relieved to see he stopped, turning to her with a smug grin.

She looked around, listening for her parents. Still fast asleep. Thank God, yes. Habitually, she nibbled her bottom lip, taking in a deep breath to reluctantly say, "I'll go get my gear." She closed the window defiantly. The light flicked on in her room. He caught peeks of her nude outline, he stepped in better view to catch another glimpse.

Her light went off, leaving him with only the streetlamps. Moments ticked by before she finally emerged, silently, from her front door. Gently, she clicked the door shut and exhaled a pent up breath. Oh well she looked cute. Her armor was altered, from what he could remember. She donned a silver breastplate, and a purple sleeveless undershirt. A flowing violet cape dragged the dewy grass as she walked his way. She even had on shiny silver flats, the shoes sparkled under her dark jeans. She was a vision. A messy braided hair vision.

"What are you lookin at?" She piqued, keeping her cape along her bare arms. Oh jeez her crown. Plastic spikes with hot glued rhinestones dotted everywhere.

"So is this something you just put together?" He picked, elbowing her as she threw her leg over the back wheel of her bike.

"The armor is the same thing, but of course I had to improvise a little. The undershirt and shoes didn't fit anymore. The cape is my bed throw." Her heels dug into the spoke, and she stood up high, hands on Eric's shoulder, legs wide to keep the tire from buffing.

"It looks good. For some junk you threw together."

"You have a chicken wing stain on your cap. How did you even bet barbecue sauce up there?" She flicked his hat. "At least I stuck with the same colors."

"Yeah yeah. So it's gonna get pretty dark up ahead. Kenny and Craig knocked out all the road lamps at the entrance." He started pedaling and liked how her hands gripped him. He was like an anchor for her.

"Why'd they do that?"

"Well they're always fucking shit up anyways, so I put them to good use, it keeps adults out most of the time, they think the pond is closed."

"Eric, I dunno if I should tag along with something like this again."

"Hey this wouldn't be happening if you had just answered my calls. I called like three times on the way here. You know how I am, Wends. Besides, not my fault your old ass hits the hay as soon as the damn sun goes down."

"I wasn't sleeping! I had headphones in. I was watching Red Racer on netflix. They just got season three in. "

"Oh my god, Wendy. I don't care. And really? Red Racer? Thrilling stuff."

"Ah, but dressing up in costumes and sitting around a pond, that's where the action's at, isn't it?" She patted his shoulders. She was still pissed, but he could hear the smile in her voice. She liked fucking with him.

What the fuck had he been thinking? What had she been thinking? She'd just snuck out of her house, in the middle of the night- er, evening, to hang out with boys. Maybe this bad influence thing wasn't such bunk after all. But man, did he look cute or what?

Eric was so boyish in his robes and cap, staff awkward in his hand as he steered the bike. Jesus, it was cold. Of course she didn't have sleeves. That was okay though, the streetlights were getting farther and farther apart, the sky was brilliant with glittering stars, and this wind made her feel alive.

He was awfully quiet though.

"So, those lights along Pond Park road are really high, they're like, in the trees. How did they even knock the bulbs out?"

His shoulders untensed. "Oh man, it was the funniest thing. Probably one of Kenny's top ten, definitely Craig's. Okay okay, so-haha! So hahah! Fuck I can't even think about it without laughin. Okay, so it was only me, Craig, Ken, and Butters is straggling behind. Haha!" He took a moment to laugh before pulling it together. "Sorry, sorry. So anyway, we're all walking home one night, it's about eh...twelvish in the morning, and one of these lights is buzzing. Just buzzing and buzzing. But we don't know which one. There's like six of them, so who knows which one, right? So we thought, being the good Samaritans we are, we'd put a stop to that awful buzzing."

He took a sharp turn before they reached the elementary school, heading along the back alley, whizzing past town hall. Cats scrambled to get out of their way. Graffiti was strewn across the walls. Pond Park road was just up ahead. From here, she could see the difference in light. It was pitch black at the entrance.

"Are you listening?"

She squeezed his shoulder. "Yes! Awful buzzing, good Samaritans, go on."

"Okay so, Butters of course was like 'No fellas. We can't!', cause he already knew what we were gonna do. Craig pulls out this retractable baton he stole from his mom and whips it out like some show off. So, Ken looks at him and says 'Do. Re. Mi.' and Craig nods, like this is some fucking buddy buddy code they got."

"Do re mi?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, and so Craig hands it over, and like a fucking squirrel, Kenny scurries up the tree that one of those lights is hanging in and he screams 'FA SO LA!' and for no reason that I can imagine, all of us, me, Butters and Craig all sing back 'TI DO!' right when we say it, Ken smashes the fuck out of the bulb, it screams and pops hot sparks and glass everywhere!" Eric's hand left the handlebars in excitement. "A-and i don't think I've ever laughed so hard. I still-I don't even know why. " He put his palms back, but she noticed he didn't even need them. He steered them smoothly with just his knees.

"That's...strange. But, I think I get it. But I'm guessing that wasn't the buzzing one, huh?" It felt wild, and unplanned, that's why the all sung out. Like a bunch of merry men. Drunk and dizzy on the high that was their fleeting youth. What this town hadn't demanded of them as children, it drew it's dues now.

" Right-o, so here we go, taking turns up these tree's, smashing bulbs, singing the same throat warm up , the forest echoed back all our shouting. And outta no where, while Butter's was scrambling back down, his foot slips, and he's dangling by his scrawny lil arms. He's only like...three or eight feet off the ground. And Craig and me take off, I put him on my shoulders, and we both knew what we were gonna do, anyway, so now Craig is level with Butter's feet." Eric started laughing, a throaty sound that warmed her . Taking in a breath, he finally began again.

" And Butters said 'Fellas, I can't reach y'all, c-can I like stand in your hands, Craig?' And Kenny, ominous as fuck, says 'Do re mi.' and fear is all over Butters face, it's priceless, but he just gulps and says 'Fa so la-' and Craig grabs his pants , and we yell 'TI DO!' and rip those bitches down to his swinging ankles." Eric was chortling laughter now, the bike wobbled a little. "Haha! So he's just swinging there! His feet are dee diddling around and he's bitching and he's kicking at us."

"Haha! That's so mean! What if he fell?"

"Well, we did fall, we were laughing too hard. I mean, Butters fell too, but he was fine. Probably." Wendy scoffed at him. "Oh come on, it gets better."

"I hope you don't me crueler."

"I think you're supposed to say more cruel." Eric chastised, hitting the breaks swiftly, catching her retort in her throat. "Alright, alright. So, Butters is kicking like a madman, and me and Craig are crying laughing right now. Tears are streaming down my goddamn face. And Butters-pfhhh hah! B-Butters kicks Craig square in the fucking teeth. " Eric chortled, coughing a bit in the cool air. She rubbed his back absently. Neither of them noticed their inclination to lean against one another. Like a plant much to heavy for its tiny pot.

"Oh is that why Tucker has that chipped front tooth?" She licked hers for reference. He nodded.

"Haha! Yeah! Oh man, wait till I tell you how Kenny got his tooth gap."

"I thought that was natural?" Wendy recalled how Kenny would wedge a blunt between his teeth and burn it.

"Nah, anyways shit, losing my train...uh...oh! Yeah, so Craig cursing like hell and Kenny is hemorrhaging with laughter and now Butters is yellin shit about being 'sorry fellas'. I'm still laughing and fucking Tucker lets his damn mouth blood leak all over my new cardigan. So now the only one laughing is Kenny. And I don't even think laughing is the right word. He had literally transcended comedy and was probably looking at himself giggling from the nth dimension."

Wendy had to chuckle at that one. "That's cosmic. Really deep from someone who eats his candy by color."

"Colors have meaning. Different shades illicit different feelings. Plus yellow is the yuckiest and I wanna eat that shit first and get it over with." He stuck his tongue out in disgust. "So anyways, I'm about to puke, I can't hold Tucker's bitching ass anymore, but he wants to yank Butters from the tree and chop it down with his corpse. And all at once, like some dominoes we all go down. I falls, and take Craig with me. Who has Butters by the trousers. And Ken can't fucking comprehend time anymore he's laughing so hard, and he plummets down on us."

Wendy tossed her head back with a shriek of a guffaw. Eric snorted. Laughing along with her as they ebbed closer along to their destination.

"So now we're this jumbled mess of blood and a little bit of teeth. And it was like a fuse burned to the quick. We weren't pissed off or bickerin...we just all laid there and laughed and laughed. I mean, I thought Ken was going to die if he so much as tee hee'd. But it was so...I dunno. Surreal?" Eric seemed to trail of in his own thoughts for a moment, reminiscing things past, no doubt. That's all she could do. Wendy wanted to close the timed gap that was between them. Tell him about the time you sold oregano to a freshman for Raging Pussies concert tickets? Or the time you and Bebe planned to rescue all the dissecting frogs, only to find out that they came pre-corpsed. Oh! Or the time in the showe-

"Bout to take our turn here, Valkyrie Queen. Hold your skirts, shit's bout to get bumpy."

"So, how many light bulbs are left now?" Wendy asked, holding him a bit tighter as he turned the bike down the start of Pond Park, it was completely shrouded, save for the muted light that glew past the trees. "By the time you guys get back up?"

"Oh, well only one is left by now, we're all composed and shit, Butter's had his pants back up. I vouch to climb the last tree, so, I shimmy up and this one is the highest one. I dunno. Maybe it wasn't that high, but we were. Stoned as hell. But anyway, I get to the bulb and the little tin cap that protects it from rain. Moths and gnats are all over it. I rear back and smash, no one says anything this time, we're too busy listening to see if the buzzing is gone."

"So, was that it? Did the sound stop?" She smelled the faint burning wood and leaves of a bonfire, a dim glow was a little ways ahead.

"No. It didn't. It was pitch black, and it was so still. And then, I realized what it was."

He paused, maybe waiting for her to comment?

"Oh, er, well, what was it?"

"It was...Butters' vibrator."

She slapped his arm. "Eric. What was the buzzing?"

"Alright alright. It was fucking cicadas." He turned along a small path between the trees, heading towards the bonfire.

"Cicadas?"

"Yeah, they only come out of the ground every 13 years just to fucking scream. And that night was the first they'd been out. It was on the news the next morning. They were everywhere."

"Hey, yeah, I remember that! That was like last year. They got in my room because I left the window up! I kept a couple of their husks in a box, it's in my closet still. " She couldn't sleep that night because of those little bastards, there were some in the house she couldn't find.

"So we had just smashed all the lights, and made a road dark for no reason." Voices could be heard in a murmur a ways ahead.

"You had fun though, right?" Wow, that didn't sound like old Wendy. Her knees gave a quiver, one that she tried ignoring on the ride. "My legs are getting pretty tired."

"Quit yer bitching, we're here anyways." He skidded to a stop, slumping her forward. Wendy smacked his hat off, dismounting her bike thusly.

"Hey that wasn't cool." He reached down and placed it back, he set her bike against a tree and walked ahead of her. Making sure it was safe?

She could see Tweek and Craig, Tweek was on the infamous new dirtbike. She couldn't spot Butters, but she heard him asking for next ride. Eric lifted a pine branch out of her path. What a gentleman. He let it go, and it thwacked her head.

"Eric! Jeez!" She pushed him, hard, he stumbled against a tree. He returned her shove with a careless grin, goofy and wide. Idiot.

"Ello shitlords. Your king is here." Eric slung off his shoulder bag and set it to the side.

"Eric!" Butters called from a low branch. He had on his old paladin tunic, his legs were stretched out on the limb, hands behind his head. Looking awfully cool for, well...Butters. Tweek, oh gosh, how was he not freezing? No shirt, just baggy cargo pants and a headband, plus some pretty rad body paint.

Craig looked just like his old self. Or rather, Feldspar looked just like his old self. When did he get blue pleather jeans? Or better yet, where? He had the belt and cape and everything. Same old blue hat, the puffball looked new, like someone sewed a replacement on.

Well, at least she didn't feel out of place. Jesus, it smelled like pot. Craig coughed out a cloud the size of Manhattan before passing it to Tweek.

"Hey Testaburger, long time no see. Here, Tweek, I'll light it." He held the cigarette between his lips while Craig lit it, with a patient air.

"Wendy! Well dangit. Eric, looks like I owe you ten bucks." Butters pouted, denying the joint Tweek tried handing up to him. "Above the influence."

"Since when?" Craig chided, nudging Tweek to pass it back.

"Since two days ago, actually. And I'm serious this time fellas. Sweet lady mistress Jane is taking too big hunks out of my paycheck."

Everyone shrugged. Eric offered her the smoother end of a log, she sat with a huff. It was like old times again. Everyone was just bigger. And more sexually charged.

"Nice dirtbike, guys. Haven't I seen that before?" Wendy recalled seeing it in the Tucker's garage. It was always covered up. Craig had said it was his brothers. But Craig only had a sister.

Craig nodded, passing the joint her way. "Yup." He coughed. "Dad gave it to me last week for my birthday. I've been working on it with Tweek here. He finally brought me his old man's jack."

"I told you, I could just hold it up dude, it's not -nh- that heavy." Tweek hopped off the bike and sat down in a metal fold-out chair. Music Rm. 12 was scrawled on the edge. She had music in that classroom when she was in middleschool. First row, third seat. Directly in front of the teacher's attentions.

Craig took stand beside Tweek, it looked like he was shielding him from the wind.

"So, how's everyone's evening going?" Butters interjected some small talk.

"S-shut up." Tweek chucked a stick in his direction, Butters screeched, kicking his feet.

"Well I'm doing well, thanks for asking." Wendy consoled, nodding his way. Butters grinned. Eric shifted beside her, his leg pressed up against hers. Blatantly.

She looked up and caught his eyes on her. He turned away quick enough, but still. What the hell was he looking at?

"Well Craig taught me how to make a solar oven from a -nh- pizza box." Craig patted Tweek's shoulder. "Yeah, we just warmed up the pizza that was already in it though."

"Doesn't your oven at home work?" Butters asked.

They both gave him a condescending snicker. "It's like a survival thing. You wouldn't get it. Yanno, for when all you got is a pizza box, and some tinfoil, oh and a stick. And saran wrap."

"Yeah, the essentials." Eric scoffed, scooting...closer. Oh mama, he smelled nice. Like he just got out of a steamy shower. Clean and nude...probably wearing a towel on his hips, slung low so she could see the dark hairs just above his shaft. Water would be sluicing down his broad shoulders, hugging the lines of his strength. She'd get on her knees for him, letting him fist her hair and guide her mouth to...to...oh god. Testaburger get ahold of yourself!

Her face flushed pink, and she pleaded heaven for Eric not to notice. This wasn't acceptable. Isn't in the plan. School, college, and successful career. A three step plan. Simple and precise. No room for error, only effort. Her endgame was freelance feminist journalist, slash photographer, and God be her witness she's win.

But perhaps...Eric wasn't an obstacle. She peered up at him. The firelight played with the shadows of his face. He put a cigarette to his lips and drew gently. He starred into the darkness past his friends. The almost never ending thatchet of woods. But it wasn't never ending. It was only a few dozen yards.

Eric could be a treat. A little pick me up the universe was tossing her way. Hey champ, that's for working so hard. Highfive. If she just sampled, here and there, responsibly. Secretly. Maybe a little of a something could work. So little. The last thing she needed right now were distractions. But as of late, the only distraction she found was the ache between her thighs and space between another human being. She had an itch that needed to be scratched. Nothin more.

"Me and Tweek are taking a road wilderness trip next summer. My dad is gonna let me borrow the astro van." Craig broke the monotonous silence with a pick. That giant maroon disaster of a van had driven seat fulls of wiry kids around the town. Craig was also the first kid in their grade that got his license, he was the designated ride for all. Damn how many rides home had she and Bebe bribed from him. "We'll kiss in front of you if you take us to the mall." "With tongue." "Yeah, with tongue!"

He'd ultimately turned them with a disfavoring head shake and a retch. "Just get in the damn van. No kissing!"

"Daw, that sounds so fuckin gay. Have fun, you boners. Take Butters with you." Eric laughed at his own joke. "No, seriously, take him."

"Eric, your words would hurt if I gave a fuck." He blushed a little, curses sounded so foreign coming from Butters.

"Watch your mouth, child." Craig teased, sitting down in the dirt.

"So what are you b-buttlords up to?" Tweek asked her. All eyes shifted their way. She sensed this was a question they all wanted to ask but were too unsure. Their appetite for drama never ceased to amaze her. But not surprise her.

"Not much of anything really." Eric grunted, trying to brush the question off. Much too blunt, if anyone cared to ask. Tweek and Butters exchanged glances momentarily before they both took a drink from their sodas.

"We have Journalism together, kinda reconnected. Now we chill sometimes." Oh gosh that sounded lame. She felt a little out of place, welcome, but out of place. Like being the biggest kid on the playground.

Eric put his hand on hers, a light and jolting touch. "W-wha-"

"Pass that thing already. Gawd damn." He snatched the unlit joint from her hand and put it to his lips, he knelt dangerously close to the fire and lit the tip. She pulled him back, noticing a few strands of his bangs were singed. She patted them for good measure. His eyes met hers for just a moment. He looked so intense. Like he had a hunger.

"So why couldn't Token and Clyde make it?" Eric asked, breaking contact with her before taking a hit.

Clyde sighed. "Token got a new set of legos, and he and Clyde have been holed up in his house. He finally got Clyde on board with the stop motion thing they are supposed to be doing in my house, and now that's all they've been doing for the past month. I think they even skipped a day of school. Fucking idiots."

"I asked Kenny to come, but he said something about Karen's play rehearsal." Butters added.

So it was the same on the guys side, too. Everyone was drifting and joining and drifting some more. It would never be like it used to be, but this was nice too.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and she found herself leaning closer towards Eric. She pulled away and so did he, his leg not touching her anymore. A cool breeze blew between them. Was he looking at her again?

"Okay, quiz time. What's that one artist you secretly like." Butters asked from his branch.

"You mean like art or music?" Craig narrowed.

"Music."

"Nicki-"

"Nicki-"

"Springsteen."

"Were you two both about to say Nicki Minaj?" Eric grilled Tweek and Craig. " And ew Wendy, Bruce Springsteen?" He shook his head.

"Butters?" Wendy asked.

"Oh well, probably DMX. " He didn't even have to think about it. " I mean, I guess I'm not too secretive about it. Cept around my parents. They think songs with curses make me do bad things."

"That's kinda intense." She said, wide-eyed.

" Just rrrrrrhhhhhhhh X gon give it to yah? I just-oh golly. My blood gets pumping so hard." He looked starry eyed, his fists tight. Little Butters had so much fight in him, to be such a lamb.

"Cartman?" Craig tossed the question his way.

"Oh that's easy, yeah. Yeah. Yeah, it's Nicki."

Everyone ooed.

"What? Chill the fuck out. Her music is framed art, in my mind. It's-shut up. Fuck you guys."

The guys had a laugh, Tweek and Craig were sharing something funny between each other, Tweek had his hand over his mouth, Butters overheard and almost fell out of the tree.

"Wendy." Eric's voice was deep in her ear. Man puberty had done him just swell, hadn't it?

"What, Eric?" She turned to him, he looked solemn. He took his cap off and set it near his cocked his head to the darker woods behind him. "C'mere I gotta show you something." He stood and extended a hand to her.

Oh no, this had sexual frustration written all over it. A little tension had been eased from that phone call today. Maybe some kissing was okay. But that's it. This couldn't get serious.

"Hey sharing is caring, Fartman. Smoking blunts with cunts, no offence Wendy, we're all cunts here too, but Eric." Craig hollered their way before Eric could usher her outta sight.

"We're going to talk, privately. And fuck y'all. You started without us." Everyone ooed again, and Craig flipped him off with a shrug, and turned back to Tweek. Flicking a tick off Tweek's shoulder wordlessly as not to panic him.

"Come on." Eric asked, heading into the woods a bit, making sure she was close behind. They were out of reach for peeking eyes and nosey ears to catch anything.

They stopped. Eric faced her, looking stark in the night. His hair was frayed and tangled, and he was a vision of nostalgia. Tall, strong nostalgia. Nostalgia that had bulking arms and a sexy grin. A hands made for groping and teasing and...oh jeez.

He grabbed the edges of his robes, and pulled them open.

"Jesus Eric!" Wendy shielded her eyes, peeking from behind her fingers cautiously.

"Wendy, chill. Look, I got this little joint here tucked away." He pointed to a pink cigarette in a small pocket. It looked like he hand stitched it there himself. And hand rolled the cig, to boot.

She lowered her hands. "Oh, see, well. Hm. Okay. Anyways, I thought maybe we could talk."

"Talking can wait, Wends." He sparked it up. The tip glowed when he inhaled, the light casting minute shadows on his features. Oh boy. It was getting stuffy up in this bitch. She heard Butters cackle from far behind her, reminding her they weren't alone.

Was Eric as tense as her right now? He didn't look it. He was just tall and brooding and-

"Wendy?" He was looking at her now. Intense, just like before. An appetite needing sating.

"Eric I don't wanna smoke anymore." Wendy grabbed the joint from between his fingers, dabbing it on tree back to snuff it. Pocketing it for later. It was meant for her anyways.

Eric shifted his weight to another leg, crossing his arms over his barrel chest. "Well what is it that you're wanting right now, Wends?" His voice all velour. He knew.

So bold was she now. Like a window had been opened in a dark attic. Yes. Yes! Eric was a treat to be enjoyed. An experience to be had while she could. Nothing more. Nothing more. A mantra in her head, a seal on her heart. A wall was put in place.

Wendy strode upon him, coming within a whisper's distance of him. His dizzying scent wafted over her and she held back a shudder. His gaze was calculating, predatory. Like the wolf sizing up his hunt.

"Answer me, Wendy." Eric urged. His voice laden and bed worthy. He never looked away from her. Unsettling it would be, were it not so erotic. No man ever had looked at her in this way. Like she was something to behold. Like a polished lovely from an exotic village. A possessiveness she'd missed.

Arousal fueled her dimming courage and roared it back to life. Like a shot, she was on him. Their lips mashing together fitfully. He groaned when she pressed flush against him, all her curves and heat.

"That's a change." Eric bit her bottom lip till she gasped, a shiver racked her body. He took the opportunity to delve his tongue past her kisses. Tangling with hers in a slow rhythm that made her warmer and warmer. Like a geyser reading to erupt. His hands slipped down her back, his palms sheltering her. He cupped her arse with both, hefting her up, just like before.

And as before, he was hard as steel and hot as the forge as he rubbed it against her. Eric worked her into a fevour, riding her soft body along his shaft. She broke their heated kiss for air. He squeezed her tighter, earning him a breathless sigh. A few more thrusts and she was moaning in a steady cord. Her breathing tickled his ear. He grunted as a wave of pleasure rolled over him. He held her closer and rutted his erection faster.

Had dry fucking ever felt so good? This had to be the hottest thing she'd ever done. A whimper too loud made its way past her lips. It seemed to go unheard, but Eric was all precaution. Placing a stern, but gentle, hand over her mouth. In one move, he detached her legs, setting her down in front of him, facing her forward.

Wendy could do nothing but feel as Eric held her. Could only gaze into the dark seemingly infinite forest. All the restraint she'd built up all these years was taken away, brick by brick. Till there wasn't a gate anymore and she let her desires consume her. God, how long had it been since she'd been touched like this? Well, other than earlier this morning.

Wordlessly, he unzipped his jeans, freeing his engorged erection. A giddiness came over her. He slipped it between her legs, rubbing so deliciously against her heat. Wendy had to stand on tiptoes to keep even with him.

"Not too much?" Eric managed to belt out betwixt grated teeth, removing his hand from her mouth. As if he couldn't feel her greedy hips rocking back and forth along him. The friction was too much, and not nearly enough. There had to be more.

Wendy shook her head and leaned against him as he rode her harder. Her pliancy seemed to please him, his hips bucked with abandon. "We should move further..."

His hands flew for the hem of her shirt. He planted hungry kisses along the column of her neck as he worked his fingers across her breasts."N-no! I mean further away from the guys!" She whispered shrilly.

Eric paused after what seemed like a great effort. He growled, not wanting to lose the feel of her. His hands still on her hips, a possessive grip that made her melt. God they hadn't been smoochin ten minutes and she was already molten in his arms.

"We could head to the Pond." His voice was a rumble of sexual distress.

How she'd love to just go to the pond. Wendy glanced back at the others, she could barely make them out around the bonfire. She swore they were looking this way as well. Nosey boys.

Wendy let her options roll over. I could go right back home and be in bed before Dad leaves for work. We could make out a little bit more. Or...I could go with Eric to the pond and do god knows what. She weighed the consequences, obviously too slow for Eric's tastes. He cleared his throat to snare her attention again. So dark it was, but she could see the hinted outline of his distended length. It pulsed under her gaze, begging her fingers to stroke it.

Eric seemed to think she would, he rolled his hips to her hips. " Wendy..."

Since when was Cartman dripping with sex appeal? She'd missed out on more than she'd thought.

Wendy tried to blow the fog of arousal out of her head. Focusing on what needed to be done. Endgame. Remember your Endgame. Eric is to be sampled. Not kept. Let loose, but don't lose yourself in this, Wends. Just scratching an itch.

"I...let's-I wanna go ba-"

"We don't have to!" Eric all but shouted, biting his lip in hindsight. He seemed to be calculating again. Weighing odds. He didn't want to scare her off...didn't want to push her too far. He cleared his throat once more, returning back to a whisper. "We don't have to do that. We could just..."

"Make out a lil more?" Oh god, did that sound needy? She kicked herself. "I mean. I have some time left."

Eric narrowed his eyes, glancing in the bonfire's direction. "How much time?"

Was this the answer that would seal her fate? No. No! Sample! Sample! Have a taste here and there, don't go swallowing the whole buffet.

"About an hour?" Wendy nibbled her fingernail, she could feel the tensions between them pulling taut. Fuck, it took atleast half an hour to get here. They'd have to book. So maybe fooling around wasn't completely out the the question.

Eric pondered a moment. Looking to the bonfire again and back. He checked over his shoulder, returning her trepidation with a wicked grin. "That should be enough time." His hand snagged hers, clutching it like a bag of gold. He ushered her deep, deeper in the woods. Not even a murmur could be heard from the others. Eric deemed them far enough and stopped brisk.

Wendy's pulse was hammering now, she staved off the worst of her anxious shivers. He must be able to hear her heartbeat. It was a Valhallan drum in her ears. WHUM...WHUM...

She felt like a kid again. Like being 15 and sneaking off for a hot tupping in your boyfriend's bathroom.

"Enough time for-oh!" Eric silenced her inquiries with a smoldering kiss. Harder than before, more demanding. Her body was singing. His seemed to be in harmony, for he backed her against a tall tree, arms covering her either side. She was all that he saw. A simmering gaze that promised nasty things. She couldn't hold off a shudder.

Eric dipped his head to her collar, his tongue lapping slowly across her throat. A moan escaped her . At its sound, he clasped his lips against the apex of her shoulder, sucking hard. Biting with intent. Marking her. He wanted her to remember this.

He worked his palms across her aching breast, thumbing her nipples so sweetly. Dimming the sting in her neck.

Wendy's curiosity was all consuming. She had to know what he felt like. How hard he was for her. Would she even be able to wrap her fingers around it? Oh goody, time to find out. She reached for his belt only to have him jerk his hips back.

"No." He warned. A growl in her ears. "I'll come."

"Oh god..." she mewled. Why was that so hot? He'd come in her palm before he could take her? Not that he was taking her!

"Eric..."

"Yes, Wends?" He groaned her name, sending waves across her sensitive skin. It was almost her undoing.

"No sex..."

"No sex." He nodded. No argument. He didn't even beg to put the tip in. What a good boy.

Wendy wove her fingers through his hair. Tugging him flush against her skin. Teaching him where she wanted to be licked and kissed.

Eric seemed dissatisfied with simply groping, his hands dove beneath her shirt. His fingers stroked her stomach, caressing her back so softly.

How was Eric capable of this? Where was the bitching, pretentious shitlord? She expected him to be a greedy lover. Not one so giving. At that thought, Eric gave her nipple a pinch. She cried out in surprise.

"Just making sure you're still with me." Eric soothed, stroking his thumb tenderly across her breast.

"Where else would I be?" Oh gosh was that her breathless voice? How embarrassing. He licked his lips, planting another kiss on her.

"Nevermind."

Before she could protest, he cupped her arse with a rough squeeze. Another kiss for good measure. One hand lingered on the hem of her jeans, dancing to tug her button loose. Eager to have her pleasure, she rocked her hips into him. Tempting him into the deed.

"Go on, Eric. "

"Y-yeah." Fuck. He stammered? Eric shook it off, fiddling with her button like an oaf. Her tummy quivered when a breeze streamed by. The leaves rustled in a roar against the night winds. Her eyes were hazed, low and languid. Those plump lips of hers swollen from his rough kisses. A lovebite as purple as the sky blossomed on her neck. How pretty it was on her.

The swell of her hips kept her jeans snug, the clasp was hard to undo with shaking hands. Stay chill. Make this good for her.

Eric snapped her jeans fly, and dragged her zipper down. He could feel her tense under his seeking. "No sex." He assured her, dragging a kiss down her jawline. Wendy was malleable for him again. Letting him have leave way.

He eased a hand down, slow as not to spook her. He cupped her sex, . Rubbing his palm in lazy strokes. Wendy pooled into his touch, knees buckling in a moment. Before she fell, he wrapped his arm around her waist, lending her the support she needed to stand. So sensitive. How had he gone without this?

This was far from enough. He needed to feel her. To bury his fingers in her till she squealed. Eric moved her panties to the side, groaning when he felt her wetness. She was dripping with need. Fuck that was hot.

Wendy was brazen in her bliss. She tugged her jeans and knickers past her thigh, letting him have all the access her needed.

"What a good, good girl." Eric praised her, nuzzling her soft hair, inhaling deep her dewy fragrance. She was a fucking treasure.

"Quit teasin, Eric..." A whine of a command. Oh, he'd be reminding her of this in school next week. Hey Wends, remember when you begged me to quit teasin yah? Okay, so maybe she wasn't begging.

"Yes ma'am." He drawled out. Dragging a languid finger across her core. She stood on her toes to ease the pressure.

"Oh...that's..."

"I know." Eric pressed his thumb against her little clit. She gasped, but he eased her with a slow rub. Not too much. She was so responsive. Any little touch and she'd make a sound. Her wee hips rocked on their own. Her eyes were shut, only to open and peek past her lashes. She'd see him gazing at her and she'd close them again. Sensory overload. Not to toot his own horn.

His patience withered, he need to finish this or he'd spill in his damn pants. No more toying, Eric plunged a digit inside her. Burying himself knuckle deep in her tight sex. He praised her with kisses and sweet nothings. "That's it, Wendy." He cooed.

"More." She bit out, nibbling her bottom lip tender. She was panting as he stoked the fire growing in her. His thumb moving in lax circles, around and around. Her hips were working with him, her breathing was getting erratic. His Wends was getting close.

"I'll give you more." Eric sank another finger deep in her channel. Her body happy to receive him. She squeezed him tighter the better he played. His free hand was on her nape now, angling her head to him.

"Look at me. I wanna see your face." His voice was hoarse with need. He was going to come without a single stroke. He'd never been so hard in his life. His cock ached to be buried in her. The thought almost pushed him over the edge.

Her pretty eyes fluttered open, they glistened as she kept her focus on him. He gave her another kiss, lapping her swollen lips gingerly.

"I'll be tasting you soon." Eric curled his fingers ever so slightly, rubbing her most sensitive parts. She must like when he said dirty things, her quim clamped ever tighter on him. So he kept it up.

"Goin to taste so goooood, aren't you? Yes you will. Not much longer till you come. I can feel you, Wendy. " Eric grated out, working his digits in and out, never stopping the rhythm he had on her.

"Oooh Eric...I'm..."

" Yes...go ahead, baby." Eric pressed a sealing kiss on her lips, keeping her scream muffled.

He fucked her hard, giving her no quarter as her orgasm swelled, readying to pillow over. She was so snug he could barely move, her hips bucking sporadically. A constant moan bubbling past her lips.

"There it is..." He coaxed in her ear. She mashed her face into his neck, his hand stroked her hair. Going to be so fucking good.

And God, it was. She came in a wet rush. Her cries muted against his shoulder. Her greedy core demanded its dues. Drawing over and over. Wave after wave overtook her little body, consuming her like the seas.

Her climax left her trembling in his arms. Small pants billowing past her kiss sore lips. He gently withdrew his fingers, denying the instinct to suck her honey from them. Don't want her thinkin I'm a gotdamn animal. Eric tugged her jeans up, leaving the buttoning to her.

For a much too long moment, Wendy didn't move. Just leaned still in his arms, basking in the afterglow of her sation. He stole what he could, taking in her close scent one last time. Fingering her delicate hair, nuzzling her warmth. Things he knew would be scarce for a while.

Wendy separated easily enough. Like when you opened the bathroom door after a hot shower. Cool air rushed between them. Reminding him of their distance.

His dick was still painfully hard, but it would have to wait. He took longer than he should have, and knew Wendy had to be back soon. Like soon soon. Like right fucking now soon.

"Button your jeans, yah hot mess. We gotta get you home." He gave her a pop on the bottom, hastening to stuff his hard on in his beltline.

She was still in her fog. Floating a mile above him. He expected a defensive swat, but she offered him a smile instead. Devastating. How might she look after a real good fucking?

"Yeah." Her voice slightly hoarse.

"Er...was that..." Eric trailed. Suddenly bashful. How to ask...?

"Nice? Yeah...really nice." She almost sounded drunk. Oh god what had she gotten him into. Harlot. He couldn't believe his fancy finger work actually...worked! Thank you wikipedia.

Eric smoothed his hair, and her's. Making them look like they hadn't just had a nice roll in the hay. A brisk walk through the woods would give her a moment to compose. Oh god, the guys were going to give them hell. Maybe they didn't know.

"Hey love birds! We were just about to head out!" Butters called to them from the fire.

Okay, they knew. Eric kept Wendy behind him, not going to let them freak her out. As he suspected, all eyes were on them.

"We just went for a smoke." Eric lied. Clear headed as a blood sapping boner would allow.

"Smoke my ass." Craig retorted, readying a jacket over Tweek's arms, and a helmet on his head.

"I don't need the helmet! Gah!" Tweek protested, batting at it.

"Oy, I don't care. Helmet, or you walk." Craig requited past a cigarette.

"Ugh w-why are you such a hard ass?" Tweek chided, roughly throwing the helmet over his bushy hair with a harumph. Craig seemed pleased enough, he tossed a leg over their bike, starting it with a smoky pop. Tweek jumped, scrambling on the back.

"Hey hey, Wendy here has to be home soon. Think she can bum a ride?" Eric called to the duo.

"Eric, what about you?" She looked to her bike leaned against a tree. "And I need that."

He gave her a a self assuring glance. "No worries, I'll get it home for you ."

"Yanno, we're not supposed to ride three...but...eh, you're scrawny. Hope on my pegs." Craig hiked his thumb to the back of the bike.

Oh boy. That's just what her weak knees needed. At least this would be quicker. He offered her a 'there there' pat on the back. Wow. Like I'm her creepy uncle.

Wendy tried not to be obvious. Really, honestly tried her best. Her tender lips reddened from passion, and eyes still misty. She gave him an appreciating once over. "Thank you for today, Eric." Her gaze lingered with his. And for now, he could spot no regret. Hopefully she wouldn't wake up tomorrow morning hating his guts for making her come in the woods.

As if she could hate his guts! Not after tonight! Oh no. "No problem, Wends. See you tomorrow?" What was meant to be a statement came across as a question. Weak.

Why wasn't anyone else talking? Eric looked around to find everyone had eyes on them. Nosey pieces of shit. Vermin. He scowled at all their snickering faces. A blush crept across his cheeks like a plague.

"Yeah, same time." She sounded somewhat ambivalent, considering they both knew what each others fucking genitals looked like now. He couldn't keep his focus off her plump arse as she stood taut on the dirtbike pegs. Hands on Tweek's shoulders. A seed of jealousy bloomed at the sight. But, the way the spaz had his arms looped around Craig's waist cooled the brunt of it.

"Thanks so much guys." Wendy hollered over the revving engine. They both offered her a nod. She looked back at Eric again. Her wild hair whipping in the wind underneath her plastic crown. The bonfire glinting off its gems. She was the embodiment of a Valkyrie Queen. Cheeks colored, and body sated. A teasing smile spread across her lips.

Craig took off, rather quick for Eric's tastes considering their cargo. He could only stand there, jaw a little slack, hand waving absently as they sped off. Not even the buzzing whir of the engine could be heard.

Butters started on about dousing the bonfire, which they made quick work of. Embers popped as they were smothered under cold dirt. Dimming until there was no longer heat to the cinders.

"So uh, I think we all saw that hicky on Wendy's neck."

"Butters, I have no idea what you're talking about."