An overcast day did not stop Nils and Lisa from meeting at the old dead tree in the meadow beyond Fletcher’s Woods. “The grass is so nice and soft,” Lisa commented. “Nils, why don’t you lie down in it?” Nils was about to follow Lisa’s suggestion when she said, “Wait. To get the full effect, you’ll want to be naked.”

“I will?” Nils said.

“Uh huh. You don’t want to get grass stains on your nice pants and shirt.”

“Sounds reasonable,” Nils replied, and soon he was naked and lying in the grass.

“You’re right,” he told Lisa. “Very nice. Don’t you want to try it?”

Lisa removed her clothing, but instead of lying down in the grass, she settled herself on Nils. “Mmm, nice,” she said, “except I’m being poked by this root.”

“Roots need moisture to thrive,” Nils said. “They seek moisture.”

“Is that why it’s poking its way into my pussy?” Lisa asked.

“It must be,” Nils said.

“Such a thirsty root,” Lisa said. “I can feel it growing. So nice and big. So full of creamy cum sap.”

Holding hands, Lisa and Nils settled into a slow, see-saw sort of fuck, befitting the overcast day and the lush green meadow grass. They were nowhere near climax when there came a soft shadow, a fluttery whoosh, a quick squeal, and an instant later an eagle lifting skyward, a fat rabbit clutched in its talons. Nils and Lisa stopped their see-sawing. Locked together, they remained motionless for several seconds, and then both tumbled into orgasm.

“Poor bunny,” Lisa said some minutes later.

“Lucky eagle,” Nils said.

“I need you to stay inside me for a while,” Lisa said.

Nils nodded. His hips thrust upward. Soon they were see-sawing again.

That evening Lisa and Nils sat in the dark talking about what happened in the meadow.

“I’ve never seen a bunny that big,” Lisa said.

“Did it make you sad that the eagle got it?” Nils asked.

“A little bit. I know eagles have to eat, and bunnies are their prey...”

“Right,” said Nils. “And there are a lot of bunnies and not very many eagles.”

“Because bunnies fuck like rabbits,” Lisa said.

Nils squeezed Lisa’s hand.

Lisa said, “It made me a little sad, but it also turned me on.”

“I know what you mean,” Nils said.

“I’d rather they ate mice,” Lisa said.

“Mice are cute, too,” Nils said. “And if I were an eagle I’d rather eat a bunny than a mouse. But I don’t really like hunting.”

“Me too,” Lisa admitted. “Or I mean me neither. But I wouldn’t mind hunting you.”

“I’m not sure what you mean,” Nils said.

“I’ll show you,” Lisa said. She gave Nils one of the two flashlights. “We turn off all the lights, including the flashlights, and track each other down. First one to ‘shoot’ the other with the flashlight wins. You start out in the kitchen, I’ll start out in the bedroom.”

“Can I have a practice shot?” Nils asked.

“Fine,” Lisa said. “On the count of three.”

At the count of two they blasted each other.

“I guess we’re both winners,” Nils said. “What do we do now?”

“That’s easy,” Lisa said, her flashlight beam continuing to play over Nils’ erect cock. “We eat our prey.”