Chapter 1: Dawn in the Tent
Jasper was awakened by the sound of large wings flapping, a moment later the tent was silently opened and Poppy lay down next to him. "Sorry, I didn't want to wake you.", she whispered. The sun was barely rising and dew was starting to form on the tent.
Jasper rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at Poppy, "It's early", he said as he smiled at her. Her brown eyes stared deeply into his, a small smile forming as she looked away. "Yeah, I know," she said, her voice barely audible. "But I wanted to get an early start. The terrain is tricky." After a longer pause in which Jasper slowly began to truly wake up she continued. "I've wanted to talk to you about something, since it's not unlikely that something happens to us today." She seemed even more shy than normal, even in his presence, Jasper noticed. " What did you want to talk about?" he asked gently, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at her better.
Poppy fidgeted with the edge of her blanket, her fingers tracing small circles over the damp nylon. "I... I wanted to tell you something," she said, her voice quieter than before. "If something happens to me today, I need you to know—"
Jasper reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face. "Nothing’s going to happen to you," he said firmly, though he couldn’t help but feel a pang of worry. The mission they were on was dangerous, and Poppy had a habit of charging into things without thinking.
"I know and I couldn't do it without you. But that's not what I was going to say.", Poppy shook her head, her cheeks flushing with what looked like more than just the morning chill. Jasper noticed it, his thumb paused on her cheek as if frozen in time. "No?" he asked, though he already felt his heart racing. "Then what?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
She took a shaky breath, her brown eyes locked onto his, "I love you," she said, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands. "I have for a while now." She swallowed hard. "And I just needed you to know."
Jasper’s breath caught in his throat, his free hand instinctively finding hers, their fingers intertwining.
The flustered heat in his chest pulsed through his veins like a live current. He stared at her—her flushed cheeks, the hesitant curve of her smile, the way her dark brown eyes held a quiet determination, as if she had been carrying these words for years and was only now releasing them.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he leaned in slowly, giving her time to pull away if she wished. But she didn’t. Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping between them as his mouth finally met hers.
The kiss was gentle, exploratory—two hesitant souls finally giving in to what they’d both been too shy to admit.
Poppy’s hands trembled against his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself to him. Jasper’s heart hammered so loudly he wondered if she could hear it, but all he could focus on was the softness of her lips, the faint salt of her skin, the way she exhaled shakily against his mouth.
He pulled her closer, his hands sliding from her cheek to the back of her neck, fingers tangling in the damp strands of her hair. She sighed into the kiss, her grip tightening on his shirt, pulling him half over her as if she couldn’t bear any space between them. The warmth of her body seeped through the thin fabric of his shirt, the scent of crushed moss and morning dew clinging to her skin. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss, tasting the faintest trace of honey from the toast she’d eaten before dawn.
Her mouth was warm, yielding, and when he flicked his tongue against her lower lip, she whimpered into it, the sound swallowed between their breaths. Jasper groaned, low and guttural, his cock thickening rapidly against the damp fabric of his trousers. He could feel her heartbeat—frantic, erratic—through the thin cotton of her shirt, and every pulse sent a jolt straight to his balls.
His hand slipped from her neck down to her shoulder, fingers tracing the line of her collarbone with deliberate slowness. She shivered, her skin prickling under his touch.
Jasper slowly began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers working with deliberate, teasing slowness, sliding between each button like he had all the time in the world. But just as the fabric finally parted to reveal the soft swell of her chest, Poppy freed her lips from his kiss and whispered "Wait." Her voice was thick with need but trembling with hesitation. Jasper froze, his fingers curling into the fabric where buttons used to be. She looked at him with wide, earnest eyes. " I think… I'm not enough for you," she whispered, her voice trembling with something raw and unfinished. "Not enough, not in the way you deserve."
Jasper’s fingers stilled on her blouse. The words hung between them like a spell broken too soon. He exhaled sharply, his breath hot against her cheek. "Not enough?" he echoed, his voice rough with disbelief. "Poppy—"
She turned her face just enough to break the contact, her gaze dropping to the space between them where the first button of her blouse now gaped open. Her hands fluttered near her chest, hesitant, like a bird that wanted to take flight but wasn’t sure it could. "I mean it," she said, her voice barely audible over the rustle of the tent and the distant cry of a raven circling outside. "You’re so smart, so confident. And I’m just… little. Flat. Plain.
I don’t *do* anything for you the way other girls do. I can’t—I can’t make you feel half of what they could.”
Jasper’s hand snapped up, not letting her finish, pressing two fingers against her lips. They were trembling beneath his touch. “Don’t,” he said, voice raw. “Don’t you dare.” He swallowed hard, his throat tight. “Poppy, you’re *everything*. You’re brilliant, you’re fearless. And if I wanted another girl, why would I be here with you? I love you, Poppy exactly how you are." Jasper's voice was softer than a niffler's fur. Poppy 's face burned crimson, her ears burning hotter than a newly brewed polyjuice potion. Jasper's heart raced, his fingers tracing the curve of her neck before coming to rest at her collarbone. "Do you want me to continue?" His voice was low, the urgency in it making her shiver despite the morning chill. Poppy's breath hitched, her chest fluttering like a captured moth. She nodded, her words too tangled in her throat to form into speech. Jasper smirked, his thumb brushing over her collarbone before sliding down to the gap in her blouse. With a slow, deliberate motion he pushed the fabric open just enough to reveal the soft flesh of her chest. A gasp escaped her lips as his fingers traced the swell of her small breast , her brown eyes fluttering shut when he finally cupped it in his hand, kneading gently. Jasper once again began to kiss her and slowly moved down until he was kissing her small tits. His mouth followed, hot and wet, his tongue tracing the delicate curve of her collarbone before dipping further still.
She arched into him as his lips closed around one tight, sensitive peak, his free hand sliding down to grip her hip possessively, pulling her flush against his erection. A broken moan tore from her throat, her fingers tangling in his dark blonde hair as he pulled slightly back, blowing a cool breath over her damp skin before taking the other nipple between his teeth with a growing possessiveness. Poppy whimpered, her back bowing off the dew-slicked nylon as his tongue swirled in slow, torturous circles around the hardened peak, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hip.
Her small breasts were so sensitive, each flick of his tongue sending sharp sparks of pleasure down to her core. She whimpered, her voice muffled against his shoulder as his mouth finally moved lower—kissing, biting, licking a wet trail over the trembling plane of her stomach, her navel, then lower still.
Jasper’s hands worked her trousers open with rough, impatient fingers, shoving them down her hips in one sharp tug. The damp fabric clung to her thighs for a second before giving way, pooling around her ankles in a crumpled heap. Jasper’s breath hitched as he looked up at her—Poppy’s eyes were wide, her lips parted in a silent gasp, but her hands remained tangled in his hair, nails digging in just enough to sting. There was fear there, yes, but beneath it, something else: pure lust. He could feel it burning through the last shreds of his restraint.
His thumbs hooked into the damp lace of her panties, tracing the damp seam of her sex through the thin fabric before slowly dragging them down her legs, taking his time, savoring the way her body trembled with each inch exposed. When they finally pooled with her trousers at her feet, he exhaled sharply against the soft curls between her thighs, his breath warm and deliberate.
"Good?" he murmured, his voice rough with need, his gaze locking onto hers again—not just checking for permission, but needing to *see* it. Poppy swallowed hard, her throat working, her fingers tightening in his hair before she gave a single, shaky nod.
Jasper didn’t hesitate.
He buried his face between her thighs, his tongue sliding through the slick folds of her pussy with a slow, worshipful stroke. A shuddering moan tore from Poppy’s lips at the first contact, her hips jerking involuntarily off the damp nylon beneath her. She tasted like honey and salt, like morning dew and something sweetly forbidden—something *pure* and *hers*, and Jasper groaned into her, his hands gripping her thighs so tight his fingers would leave bruises.
His tongue moved like a snake through tall grass, pushing between her folds before flicking up to tease her clit in slow, teasing circles that made her whimper and writhe. His teeth grazed her thigh, just enough to sting, while his fingers dug into her skin, holding her open so he could fuck her with his mouth exactly how he wanted.
Poppy’s breathing turned ragged, her back arching off the tent floor as his tongue sank deeper inside her, thick and relentless, fucking her with the same rhythm he’d use if he was buried inside her.
Her thighs trembled against his ears, her knees shaking against his shoulders as pleasure coiled tighter and tighter—each lick, each suck, each brush of his teeth against her clit ratcheting the tension higher until she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t *do* anything but let the orgasm crash over her like a wave.
Her whole body seized, a strangled cry tearing from her throat as her hips jerked in violent little thrusts against his face, coming harder than she ever had in her life. Jasper groaned against her, his tongue working through it all, savoring the way she pulsed against his lips, the way her fingers twisted in his hair until it ached.
When her thighs finally stopped trembling and her breathing slowed to something approaching normal, he pulled back with a satisfied smirk, his chin glistening in the dim morning light filtering through the tent’s grime-streaked nylon. He let himself fall next to her not with a dramatic flop but with the quiet slide of a body surrendered to exhaustion, his shoulder pressing against hers.
"That was…" she began, voice cracked and uneven, her fingers still trembling where they rested against his chest. Her breath hitched with every word. "More.
I want *more*," Poppy gasped, her voice raw with need. Jasper smirked, his hand sliding down to her thigh, fingers tracing the damp skin where arousal still glistened.
“You sure?” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Or are you just greedy, little beast?”
Poppy’s cheeks burned, but she didn’t look away. “Yes. Fuck. *More.*”
Jasper chuckled darkly, his fingers dipping lower until they brushed against her soaked folds. She was dripping wet, her thighs trembling at his touch. "Do you want to be on top?" Jasper asked as he laid down on the slimy tent floor, his hard cock straining against the damp fabric of his trousers.
Poppy shook her head wearily. "No," she whispered, her voice still unsteady from the force of her climax. He rolled over her, his body pinning hers into the damp nylon with a possessive growl. The cool fabric stuck to their skin, the dampness only heightening the heat between their bodies. Poppy gasped as his hardness pressed against her hip, thick and heavy, already slick with pre-cum.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Jasper growled, sliding his cock against her thigh, coating himself in her arousal before positioning himself at her entrance. "It's my first time.", Poppy whispered. Jasper replied. "Mine too. I'll be gentle." Jasper promised as his hips pressed forward, his cock sliding through the slick folds of her pussy for the first time. Poppy whimpered, her back arching off the damp nylon beneath them as the thick head of his cock breached her entrance.
She gasped, her nails raking down his back as he pushed deeper, each inch met with resistance that sent sharp sparks of pain and pleasure through her nerves. Jasper gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched tight, his hands gripping her thighs so hard his fingers would leave marks later—if they both made it out of this tent alive.
He pushed forward with excruciating slowness, the thick head of his cock spreading her open inch by inch, her tight little cunt resisting him like the sweetest damn vice.
Poppy’s breath came in sharp, broken gasps, her body tensing beneath him, every muscle in her arms and legs trembling from the effort of taking him. A whimper escaped her lips, half pain, half desperate pleasure, her dark brown eyes wide and wet with unshed tears.
“Shit—you’re so fucking tight,” Jasper groaned, his voice rough and raw, his forehead pressing against hers as he fought against the urge to slam the rest of the way inside her.
His hips pulled back just enough to let the swollen head of his cock slip free—just an inch—before he pushed forward again, this time sinking a little deeper past the tight ring of her entrance. Poppy’s breath hitched, her nails digging crescents into the damp nylon beneath them as her body resisted, her inner walls fluttering around him like a virgin’s first time should—choking, trembling, desperate to take him.
He did it again. And again. And again.
With every slow withdrawal, her cunt clenched around him in silent protest, only to part open wider when he pushed back in, each thrust deeper than the last, until—oh fuck—*until* the thick length of him was finally buried to the hilt inside her tight, untried body. His balls pressed flush against her ass, his thighs trembling from the effort of holding back, his cock pulsing deep inside her with every heartbeat.
He began to move a bit faster, each thrust pushing a little deeper, each withdrawal dragging his thick length over sensitive nerves that made Poppy’s toes curl into the damp nylon beneath her.
Her mouth fell open on a sound she didn’t even know existed—a raw, broken whimper that rose into a choked cry as her inner walls fluttered helplessly. A shudder tore through her, her fingers scrambling for purchase on his shoulders before digging in so hard her nails bit into flesh. The tent walls trembled with the force of her reaction, the nylon creaking like a living thing against the pressure of their bodies.
Jasper groaned, the sound thick and guttural, his hips snapping forward with more urgency now that he could feel her adjusting—her tight little cunt fluttering around him, soaking him in slick heat despite the sharp, stinging stretch of his invasion.
He took both her wrists in a single, dominant grip and pressed them above her head, where he held them tight against the damp nylon. Poppy gasped, her back arching off the slick fabric, her thighs trembling against his hips as the new angle drove his cock even deeper inside her. A shudder tore through her, her breath hitching as his grip tightened, pinning her exactly where he wanted—helpless, surrendered, *his*.
"You feel so good like this," he growled, rolling his hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding the thickest part of him against the spot inside her that made her whimper and her back arch off the tent floor. His grip on her wrists tightened, pinning her more firmly as her slick heat clenched around him in involuntary little pulses, each one sending jolts of pleasure-pain straight to his balls that were already drawn up tight against his body.
Once again he increased the tempo, his hips snapping forward with a sharp, relentless rhythm that turned every inward thrust into a deep, punishing claim—each withdrawal dragging a whimper from her throat that he swallowed with a rough kiss, his tongue shoving into her mouth just as his cock shoved into her cunt. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging sharply into the small of his back as he fucked her harder, the nylon floor protesting beneath them with every wet slap of skin against skin.
His cock—thick, veined, relentless—pounded into her tight little cunt with the kind of rhythm that made her gasp every time he bottomed out inside her, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene sound. Poppy’s breath came in ragged, broken gasps, her nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood beneath his shirt—marks he’d feel later, marks he wanted to feel later. She was his now.
The thought alone made his hips snap forward with a jagged thrust that drove the breath from her lungs in a broken cry. Poppy’s body clenched around him, her tight inner walls fluttering in time with the relentless piston of his cock, every snap of his hips forcing another shattered moan from between her lips. Her vision whited out at the edges, her thighs trembling violently against his waist as the second orgasm tore through her without warning, her back bowing off the sodden nylon in a silent scream that vibrated through the tent walls like a struck gong. The force of it milked his cock in wet, greedy pulses that sent a molten spasm shooting up his spine—his balls drawing up so tight against his body the ache was almost unbearable. Jasper’s rhythm faltered for half a heartbeat before he *snapped*, his hips pistoning with brutal precision as the first thick ropes of his release detonated deep inside her.