A Not So Wonderful Life

When she first came to Forget-Me-Not Valley, the owner of Sky and Sea farms was only interested in one of the three bachelors that roamed around the small village. All three bachelors were interested in her. It wasn't really surprising - she was an exotic beauty, with tanned skin, and white hair. She said her name was Raven, so that was what everyone called her.

Every day, she would walk down to his yurt, sit right in front of him, and watch while he strummed his guitar. He, in turn, would glance up from behind his round sunglasses, those dark brown pools glimmering with happiness, a smile tugging at his lips as he hummed or sang softly to her. And when winter came, everyone saw how she would go down to his yurt, walk in, and not come out until the next morning. What the two did on these days was unknown to everybody but them - no one seemed to mind much, and everyone expected the two to get married. But, on a balmy day in summer, things changed, and not at all to either Raven or Gustafa's liking.

Takakura was watching Raven washing the animals on this hot day, squinting at her silently, mulling things over. He didn't like that hippie boy. He was nice, sure, always a gentleman when he came by to see Raven. Always brought her flowers. But he wouldn't do any work, and what Raven needed was a hard working husband, not some drifter who would leave her when the urge came over him. Or, if he didn't leave, she didn't need some lazy man who sat around, playing his guitar all day, while she did all the work. It had to stop, and he was the one that was going to do it, no matter how unpleasant it would be. So, hopping the fence, he walked over to Raven and crossed his arms, looking over the animals. Three chickens out pecking at the dust in the yard... four cows and a bull... and of course, the ever faithful horse, Caramel. Raven had giggled the name out when she first saw him, claiming that that was what his coat reminded her of.

Gently placing a hand on Raven's shoulder, Takakura smiled a bit at her. "You're doing well, sweetheart." Raven beamed and gently stroked the cow she had been washing. It mooed in contentment and moved away to feed on the long stalks of grass that Raven had let grow during the winter, with a little help from Vesta's fertilizer. "Thank you, Taka-kun. Do you need something? Oh, is it lunch time?" "Naw, not yet." He waved a hand, calming her down. "Let's go sit in the house though, s'alittle hot out here." The two hopped the fence and proceeded into Raven's small house, as she brought out some milk from the fridge and poured a glass for the both of them. Sitting at the small round table, Takakura tapped his fingers on the rough but fine wood.

"I know you really like that - that musician boy..." "Gustafa...? Oh, well..." She slowly sat, handing him his glass, while she took a sip out of hers. Then she shrugged and smiled. "Yeah... yeah, I guess I do. What about it...?"

He really didn't want to do this. He could see the love between them, but... Gustafa just wasn't right for her. For this farm. "If you want to continue runnin' this farm right, he ain't the man you should marry." Raven looked surprised, and didn't answer, so Takakura continued. "Now, what about that Marlin kid? He's real nice... been eyeing you since you moved down here. A hard worker too, or so Vesta says." Raven glanced a bit sadly down at the table. But he paused here, wanting her to say something. After a moment, she did. "I know Gustafa doesn't look like much, but he -" "He'll lay about here and do nothing. You'll be doing all the work-" "Well, then, I'll be doing what I'm already doing!"

Things were starting to heat up now, and Takakura looked sternly at her. "I won't stand for you marrying him." "You're not my father," she snapped back, glaring into her milk glass. "I'm old enough to choose what I want -" "You're marrying Marlin and that's that." "Or you'll what?" Both stood slowly, looking into each other's eyes. Raven's gaze was hard and stubborn, Takakura's stern and unyielding.

"You don't have full control of this farm until you get married," he muttered. "I'll sell this place and you'll have no where to go." Raven stared at him, her stubborn look falling into dismay. She slowly sank back into her chair. "W-why would you-?" "It's for your own good, sweetheart. Now why don't you go talk to Marlin. I'm sure you'll like him once you get to know him."

The conversation over, Takakura drained his glass and headed out to check on the animals. Raven sat there a moment longer, before sighing and leaving the house too... heading for the yurt she had visited so many times before.

When she got there, Gustafa frowned at the look of dismay on her face, but let her in, leaning in to kiss her. She moved away from him though, and sat on his couch, folding her arms and gripping her elbows. The minstrel sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. No one could see it under the striped shirt he wore, but he wasn't skin and bones, and his hugs were strong and warm. Raven tried not to cry but couldn't help it - she would miss those hugs, and his kisses... they were warm too, and she liked the way his beard tickled her chin. Contrary to what some of the villagers thought, on those cold winter days, the two of them had done nothing more than cuddle up on this very same couch, Raven listening to Gustafa playing one of his many instruments until she fell fast asleep.

And now... that would all be gone, because Takakura didn't like him. She wanted to do something, anything, to change this. After taking a few deep breaths, she began to explain everything to the man who she had hoped would one day live at the farm with her, as her husband.

"A-and... and he wants me to marry Marlin, Gussy, a-and I d-don't know wh-what... what to do..." she concluded tearfully, while he just sat there, watching her quietly. After kissing the tears from her cheeks, he held her even closer, sighing heavily.

"...Then... I guess it's over between us." He felt her stiffen and gently reached down, pushing her chin up to look carefully into her eyes. "Here..." Letting her go, he reached up and pulled off his hat, showing off the wild mane of dark brown hair that Raven had teased him about taming so many times before. Gently, as if touching it the wrong way might break it, he removed the daisy he kept on there, handing it to Raven. She blinked at it, surprised... and yet not. "You take this... and always remember, my darling blackbird... you always have a place here..." He waved his hand carelessly, indicating the yurt. "...And here." Then he placed his palm over his heart, smiling at her, and pulled her into another embrace. After one last, soft kiss, he helped her up, and, still smiling through the deep sadness in his eyes, opened the door for her. "Why don't you go talk to Marlin? I'm sure he'll be glad to know you're interested."

+

Marlin and Raven were married only two months later. They were, to everyone around them, a happy couple - Raven did love Marlin... or had learned to love him, at least. Yes, she still visited Gustafa often, but no one ever saw her go into his yurt again, it was always outside where they visited. As for how Raven felt about Marlin... as stated, she had learned to love him. He was honest, hard working. And their wedding night had been exceptionally passionate. He had scattered rose petals around the room - something she hadn't expected from such a shy country boy. He had led her to the bed and taken her so lovingly... she just couldn't be angry in any way when she saw how happy he looked when they were done, dawn creeping through the windows to shine onto their naked and sweating forms.

So she pushed Gustafa to the back of her mind and heart, and for a while, everything seemed okay. What a great surprise it was when, to the whole town, Raven announced that she was pregnant. In no time at all, it seemed, she had a beautiful little bulge forming under her overalls, and yet she continued to work. People noticed the golden glow around her, and commented on it daily. And Marlin seemed so proud. He'd boast every day about the little child that would soon be coming into the world, about how it was his. No one even seemed to notice that whenever Marlin boasted and Gustafa was around, the musician's face would fall and he would quietly excuse himself. No one noticed that it had been almost a year since he had written his last song.

But he refused to leave. He refused to start a ruckus. He was happy that Raven was happy... he was happy that she had appeased Takakura... he was happy that she did love Marlin. But he could not help but wish that it had been him instead.

+

It was after Victor was born that the trouble started. Victor was the spitting image of his father, and followed the man around everywhere. Everyone was sure that when he got older, he would take over the farm and help his parents. He often spent time at Vesta's, watching his Aunt farm. On those days, Raven and Marlin always found time to have a little fun, and today was not unlike any other.

Kissing down her husband's body, Raven's warm fingers found the bulge in his jeans and massaged it gently. Smiling at his look of unrestrained pleasure, she pressed her lips to his, and he reciprocated in kind. Their tongues met and twirled around one another, before Raven slowly pulled up, a thin band of saliva connecting their tongues. This strand broke however, as she eased between his legs, undoing his pants and tugging his thick and healthy pecker from his boxers. His tip was bloated, and the moment her warm lips surrounded him, it seemed to fatten even further, precum dribbling out as he bucked his hips shallowly. Gently stroking her hair, he couldn't help but moan as she began to bob up and down, her lips sliding against his sensitive skin.

"Jesus... CHRIST," he hissed, watching her pop off him so she could gently tease one of his cum filled balls with her tongue. "Mm... y'all're such a good cock sucker, baby..." He smiled as blush crept along her cheeks, slowly closing his eyes, letting this wonderful feeling surround him. As he began to reach his peak, he softly muttered a name.

A name that wasn't hers.

"C-Celia..."

With a gasp and a jerk, he came in Raven's mouth, his white cream coating her tongue. She pulled off him however, coughing and spluttering. She had let him cum in her mouth before, on several occasions, and enjoyed the taste, but...

She grabbed a tissue from the bedside table and tottered for the trash can, still coughing. After she was done cleaning herself up, she turned and abruptly walked out of the room. The front door slammed, and as Marlin hastily buttoned up his pants, he looked out the window to see her walking out of the farm. Mentally smacking himself, he rushed after her, catching up with her before she was off of the small dirt path that led out to the main village, gently grabbing her wrist and tugging her to a stop.

"Baby," he muttered nervously, flinching at the look of pure venom she shot him. "Baby... it... 'twas an accident... really..." "An accident?" she hissed at him, and his heart suddenly pained him badly at the sight of tears in her eyes. "I've lived with it since Vincent was born... 'Celia loved this', 'Celia loved that', and I said NOTHING. I let you talk about her... be-because I knew you had been interested in her before I came along, but really... this is it, this is the last straw, Marlin. If you want her so badly, go have her... I'm done."

She wrenched free from his grasp and began to walk again when he called after her to wait. His tone was desperate, and she almost felt bad. Almost.

"W-... where are y'all gonna go?" She had to think about this for a moment, but then, spotting that familiar yurt... "Gustafa's." "Wh-what about Vincent?" Raven sighed and looked back at Marlin, the look in her eyes very sad. "...He's your kid." And with that, she turned and began to walk towards the hill where Gustafa made his home.

+

Gustafa listened to her woes quietly, letting her talk. He prepared a cup of tea for her, which she drank slowly, as she explained that she understood that Marlin had had a thing for Celia, but that he had married HER, not Celia... so why was he saying her name? Was Raven not satisfying him? She was done crying though, and looked to her friend for answers. But he just sat there, looking into her eyes a bit sadly.

"...Gussy... help me, I don't know what to do." Gustafa smiled a bit at her use of the nick name, and twiddled his thumbs idly. "It's... not really any of my business. You should work it out with Marlin..." She snorted and sat the empty teacup down, reaching for and grasping his hands. "Please, Gussy..."

"No, I can't," he said gently. He could feel her disappointment, he didn't even need to look at her face to see it. But he shook his head. "Raven, you know very well that I still have feelings for you, and always will. ...I won't ruin your marriage just to make myself happy." She pulled away and nodded, closing her eyes. She understood perfectly well. "But.." she sighed. "...I won't be able to... I mean, what he did..." "It was wrong," Gustafa agreed. "But it's a problem between the two of you. You'll work it out. ...You love each other."

The farmer girl looked at Gustafa, but he did not return her glance. Slowly, as if scared he might bolt from her, she wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. This caused him to finally look into her eyes, blinking slowly. He had forgotten how beautiful they were... grey, with flecks of gold. Wolf-like... in a daze, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. She kissed him back, moaning softly. Oh, he tasted so good...

And in that moment they knew they needed one another more than anything. They began undressing each other carefully, Raven tossing his hat and glasses carefully off the couch. "H-hey, careful with those glasses, I like them-!" but he was cut off as she pressed her breasts gently into his face. Gustafa's breathing quickened slightly, as he lapped at her warm skin, kneading her ass cheeks. Her breasts weren't huge... no, they were nice and medium sized, quite beautiful, and Gustafa loved them. He glanced into his lover's face, noting with a smile that she was blushing slightly. "Your body... is magnificent," he whispered, causing her to blush more. Slowly, he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, suckling oh so gently on it. It made her groan, and he could feel the heat between her legs as she straddled him.

They didn't tease each other for long. The tension between them had been growing for three long years, and it had finally burst. Rubbing his leanly muscled chest and shoulders, Raven couldn't help but shiver as she felt his tip wedge between her pussy lips. Marlin was eight inches... very impressive, and he had always filled her up nicely. Gustafa was only five, but he was thicker than Marlin, and Raven could feel her pussy stretch to accommodate this new girth as the musician pushed her down and then slowly... thrust up, locking their pelvises together. For a second that stretched into ages, they were unmoving - Raven feeling the fat piece of meat in her tremble, and Gustafa feeling as if his cock might just get sucked right off by the warm and wonderfully snug cavern that was her cunt. Then she began to rock... slowly at first, then faster. And soon, she was riding him, her sweaty, tanned body bouncing up and down eagerly, the couch bouncing with her. Gustafa urged her on, grasping her ass and helping her bounce, both groaning with need.

"O-oh, Raven, fuck... nngh, so warm, so snug..." "Mmmaaah... so fat... oooh, oooh god, it's getting fatter! G-gussy, ooh, I'm... I'm going insane!"

His prick was indeed getting fatter, as he grunted and began to thrust upwards as she bounced up. They were sure the sound of their skin slapping together could be heard outside the yurt, but they were beyond caring, beyond need. They didn't notice the doorknob turn, nor it open slightly... and then there was Marlin, watching his wife riding a man he had considered a friend like a god damn horse. Raven caught her husband's eyes and stared into his face, her body going slightly limp, but she could not stop what was bubbling in her belly.

"M-Mar...?!" His name was cut off as she screamed with passion, her body trembling and collapsing onto Gustafa. He had begun shooting four loads of creamy jizm into her the moment Marlin walked in, which caused her to reach her own peak, but now... his eyes caught the figure in the doorway, who was looking with surprise at first Raven's face, then Gustafa's. The musician tried his best to explain.

"Marlin... Marlin, this... this isn't -" "What it looks like? That what y'all are gonna say?" Gustafa flinched and sat up, letting go of Raven as she pulled away from him and wrapped her arms across her chest, looking at the ground. Of course, it had been exactly what it looked like. Marlin's face was reddening with the famous temper he was known for. Slowly, his hands curled into fists. And after a moment, he licked his lips and opened his mouth, and instead of shouting, his voice was deathly quiet.

"We're done, Raven. Y'all can have tha farm, y'all can have whatever tha hell yah want. Ah don't care anymore, we're through. ...Are yah happy now, sweetheart? Now y'all've got yer little hippie ta take care uv yah. 'Cause I quit." With that, he turned and stalked out, slamming the door. Gustafa dressed himself quickly, adjusting his vest and opening the door before looking at the silent and still naked Raven.

"...I'm gonna go talk to him -" "He'll kill you," she said bitterly. Gustafa just shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps. You get dressed and go check on Vincent." Then he was gone.

+

Marlin had been quietly talking to Vincent in the house when she returned, but quickly turned and stalked out, hands shoved in his pockets, when she softly spoke his name. She had been hoping to calm him down, but of course, it was no use. Gently picking up her confused toddler, she walked to the window and looked out, watching as Marlin shook a fist right into Gustafa's face, who had been waiting outside.

It continued for quite some time, and Raven left the window before they were done, getting a bottle of milk for Vincent to have. What would be the outcome of this? As wrong as she knew it was, Raven loved both Marlin and Gustafa. She knew she couldn't have both, but... it was okay to dream, right?

+

"Get the fuck offa my property." Gustafa smiled shyly as Marlin threatened him, letting the angry words wash past him. "Listen, I want to talk to you about Raven...-" "Y'all can talk about her all yah want, she's yer whore now."

There wasn't much in the world that made Gustafa angry, but that was not something he liked hearing. His eyes narrowing in a glare, he reached out and grasped Marlin by the collar of his shirt. "She is NOT a whore. She wouldn't have done what she did if she wasn't scared you were going to call out Celia's name every time you two made love!"

Marlin wrestled himself away from the musician, snarling. "She knows Ah had a thang for -" "And she doesn't care about that! She understands more than you'll ever know! But you married Raven, not Celia, you should be talking more about your WIFE." Marlin shifted uncomfortably. He knew this was true, he knew he had been in the wrong, but he hated admitting it. He slowly reached up, rubbing the back of his neck and chewing on his lip. Gustafa waited quietly, and finally Marlin sighed and nodded. "Yer right... gawd, Ah just... ...she loves y'all," he said weakly, shrugging his shoulders and brushing some hair away from his forehead. Gustafa shook his head though. "No, she loves you. She married you."

A moment passed.

"She loves tha both uv us," Marlin commented. Gustafa thought about it for a minute, then nodded. "Yeah... yeah, she does." "But she'll have ta pick," Marlin continued obstinately. "She can't have both," Gustafa agreed.

Another moment passed, and slowly the two men glanced at each other.

"...Or can-...? ...But, no, y'all wouldn't be into that -... ...wouldja...?" "More than you know."

+

Marlin and Gustafa entered the house, walking through the main room, the kitchen, and into the main bedroom. Raven was sitting on the bed, bouncing Vincent carefully on her knee. When they came in, she looked up at them for a moment, then down at Vincent. She was surprised to hear Marlin's cheerful voice.

"Hey, Vincey, Auntie Vesta says she got somet'in' real special she wants ta be showin' y'all. Why don'tchu go down and see her?" Vincent wasn't old enough to really understand this sentence, but upon hearing Vesta's name he squealed with happiness, leaped from his mother's knee, and rushed out. The village was small enough that there was no need to worry about him getting hurt, so Raven let him go without a word.

A silent moment passed, then she looked up at the two men and smiled faintly. "So...? What's up?"

+

After discussing the plan they had come up with, Raven had agreed readily to it, and now the three were in the barn - writhing with pleasure, Raven bounced happily between Gustafa and Marlin, almost drooling from the feeling of having both of their wonderful cocks stuffed deep inside her. Gustafa had happily taken her tight ass, while Marlin easily pounded up into her pussy, smirking a bit at the sound of his wife going insane.

"Aaaangggh... th-they're so deep...! So good...," she cried, gasping at the sudden feeling of both cocks stabbing into her tight holes. Now she could feel them rubbing up against each other inside her, and it was just so hot, she couldn't help but cum. Gustafa gleefully pressed her down, laughing softly. "That's the third time, baby, and we haven't even cum, once... you're gonna have to do bet -"

His words were cut off as the bar door opened? Vincent? The threesome stopped, staring almost fearfully at the door, only to see Takakura step in. A long moment passed as the old farm hand took in what was happening. Raven shuddered slightly, wondering what he might think. Then, with a slight grunt, he stepped over to the group, looking down at Raven - she was sweaty, her eyes were wide and glazed, her tongue was lolling out. And her cheeks were apple red. And then Takakura said the one thing that none of the three expected.

"Room for one more?"

They watched in surprise as the older man slowly undid his pants... and out he pulled a wonderfully healthy and thick cock, tanned as dark as his body. But it was Raven who was the most surprised... but it was quickly replaced by excitement and slowly craning her neck up, her eyes locked with Takakura's... she gave the older man's prick a gentle kiss... then opened her mouth wide. He obligingly plunged into her, pumping into her warm, wet mouth.

Three hours later would find the three men sitting around a sleeping and cum covered Raven, talking amiably as if nothing unusual had happened. Indeed, nothing unusual had happened on this farm. For years to come, Raven would be used (without any objection on her part) by these three men. Aside from quite fantastic sex, Gustafa sired a beautiful baby girl, and Takakura another son.

And for Raven, it wasn't a wonderful life... it was simply perfect.