Introduction: All characters in this story are of legal age. It
contains themes of non-consent and non-human characters with
animalistic qualities. If you would like to leave feedback you can
reach me at this address: sprucestalker(at)proton(dot)me

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Thea loved the first few minutes of a forest trip. Everything was
fresh and new. Her eyes were at all times ready see what’s just over the
horizon. She had never liked the word hike. It sounded too much like
work, compared to how she felt about her trips. Her parent’s friend
Kristian had just dropped her off at the trailhead ten minutes
before. He was kind to give her a ride out, though it was only twenty
minutes from her place near the university.
Thea’s boots lightly gritted along the packed gravel path. The
late morning sun shone down through the leafy branches and played
across her freckled, milky skin and fiery red hair. Clouds were
rolling in from the South, but she would still need to be careful to
not get burned while she was out here. As she walked, her body and
shoulders relaxed. The last semester of college had been a strain and
she could feel the stress leaving her body. She hadn’t felt this
free since her last forest trip. Had it really been a whole year ago?
That was the trip where she’d seen the gorgeous valley and the
hill. It had been the week after her 19th birthday. She’d got a new
ultralight tent and had come to this trail to really test it out. At
the very farthest end of the marked trail she’d taken a little
extra foot path to a look-off that Kristian told her about. It was
majestic, looking out over a pristine valley. On the far side, the
trees began to change. There was one huge hill, maybe a small
mountain, where the dark green of conifers changed to the lightest,
freshest green of oaks, or beech trees, or who knows what. They
looked like the biggest trees she had ever seen, judging by their
crowns. Right there she’d decided that next time she came out she
would walk out there and see for herself. She figured it would take
her two days to get there and two days to get back. Last time she
didn’t have nearly enough food or water and she’d been expected
back working at the little book shop the next day. This was
different. For her twentieth birthday, among other things, she’d
got a new water filter and a little camp stove for heating some warm
food in the evening. She was set for supplies this time and she had
five whole days off from work. That would definitely be enough time
to get to the hill and back.
By late afternoon, Thea was at the end of the marked trail. A
birch tree had toppled over, covering the foot trail to the look-off.
It seemed like no one had been here in a long time, maybe even since
she had come this way last. Leaning over the tilting trunk, she swung
her legs up and over to the other side. The path was a little over
grown with bushes, but it was clear enough to follow. The sky had
gone overcast with clouds during the day, though now the sun had just
started to shine in under them. It was the rich golden light that
marked the final hours before dusk. As she reached the look-off it
was this wholesome light that shone on the far side of the valley.
There! Her hill! Just as she remembered it. She took the bearing on
her compass and adjusted it to follow that. Thea was excited, but
feeling tired from the pace she had been keeping. She took a moment
and sat on an outcropping of stone, just looking out over the valley.
A gentle breeze took up and she felt the sweat on her brown and
yellow flannel shirt. She took off her worn, old blue ball cap and
fixed her pony tail.
Refreshed enough to continue, Thea brought her rest to an end. She
needed to make it through the next leg of her trip before the light
began to fail. Walking along the edge of the look-off, she waited
until it turned from more-or-less a cliff, to a steep slope, to
something that she could actual descend without risking a fall or
twisted ankle. Entering the valley brought her into deeper shade. The
forest was still light and open enough not to be oppressive. She new
that she only had an hour or less of light left before she needed to
discover a place to camp.
The going was more difficult than Thea had imagined, but she
pushed through it happily enough. At almost exactly one hour of trail
blazing, she found a small, rocky stream. She took a moment to pump
and filter water for herself. On the far side of the stream was a
slope leading up to a small, flat topped hill. It was covered by a
copse of mature spruce trees that were relatively clear of
underbrush. It seemed ideal to spend the night there. She set up her
hammock tent between two large, old spruce trees and set up her stove
just to the side on the damp mossy ground. It was getting truly dark
now as she heated her meal, using the headlamp around her neck for
light. She knew this is when her silly girlfriends would begin to get
spooked. “What if there’s a psycho around, or a bear?“ Thea
knew she was safer here than her friends were when they went for a
night out in the city. No one comes this deep in the forest and the
bears don’t want anything to do with people, particularly this time
of year.
After eating her freeze-dried beef burgonion, Thea realized she
needed to wash the stale sweat off before she could get any sleep.
Even completely alone, she was a little sheepish about undressing in
the open. She peeled off here mostly dried flannel shirt. Then her
slate colored trail pants. She stood, hugging herself, shivering
slightly in her pink sports bra and blue panties. She had mixed
feeling about her body. She loved it, but still felt uncomfortable
about how much her breasts had filled out. She wondered they were
gorgeous, but it made her uncomfortable how much everyone stared and
the attention she got. She had a slim waist, trim curved stomach and
slightly flared hips. On her 5’’6’ body, the effect these
curves had on men, and some women, was obvious. Peeling off her
sports bra felt great. The cool air swirled around her skin and she
felt her large pink nipples stiffen. Sliding out of her panties
revealed her patch of red-blond runway. Even if it was just her
admiring it, she liked things trimmed closely down there. She wet her
wash cloth and washed under her arms. She gently lifted each breast
and washed the sweat away under and around it. Next her stomach and
bottom. Then her snatch and the folds of her thighs and down her legs
and feet. Taking out her camping mirror she looked at her face to
check for sun burn. It looked like her hat and sunscreen were good
enough. Only her baby blue eyes and freckled, milk white skin looked
back at her. She permitted herself a moment of vanity and admired her
little upturned nose, but quickly pulled a face at herself and threw
the mirror back in the pack.
Chilled, but refreshed, Thea hastily threw on a new pair of
panties, flannel shirt and some wool socks from her pack. She
practically jumped into the down sleeping bag in her hammock and
zipped up the bug screen behind her. She lay back, pulling the bag up
around her and dreamily looked up at the stars. There was no rain
predicted at all this week, so she was safe leaving the tarp off and
enjoying the view of the spruce gently swaying in the wind, shadows
against the milky way. Her limbs felt heavy and warm. Perhaps she
would sleep well tonight…
“Where am I?“ the wondered ran silently in her head. “I can’t
move… At all!“ Fear slowly ran through Thea. Her mind raced.
“Where am I?!” She felt cool wind on her face. Something moved
near her, more felt than heard. Her mind felt like molasses. She was
suddenly flushed with heat, like sitting next to a roaring bon fire.
“Is that singing“ she whispered in her mind as the wild chanting
of many ecstatic voices began to rise in her ears. “Wake up, wake
up, wake up! Open your eyes now!“ Through the heaviest resistance,
Thea forced her eyelids to move. “Is this a dream or real?“ Fire
light danced on the spruce trees around her hammock and a single
huge figure of darkness loomed over her. She screamed.
Thea bolted upright in her hammock, drenched in both sweat and the
early morning light. She was breathing heavily. “What was I
dreaming about? It was so terrifying.“ she looked around her small
camp. Everything seemed in its right place. She rested for a moment,
calming her nerves. Soon her need to relieve herself and fill her
stomach pushed her out of her warm sleeping bag. She heated a packet
of oat meal and wolfed it down as she stowed her camp gear. The food
and morning light shook out the last of her nerves. Thoughts of the
dream she couldn’t remember were replaced by excitement for the day
ahead and reaching the hill.
Past the small stream, the underbrush thinned and walking without
any trail became easier. The sunlight of morning quickly faded into
bright cloud and mist in the air. The slightest of cool breezes made
the humid air bearable, but still close and damp. With the sun hidden
and under the green canopy, she clipped her old ball cap to her pack,
but left her long hair in the pony tale to keep it out of the way.
Past noon, Thea saw that the ground was consistently sloping
upward as she walked. She had passed through the smaller rolling
ridges and hills of the valley. If her compass bearing was true, she
had found the base of the big hill. Her hill. A big cheesy grin
spread across her face. She’d almost done it. Only a little further
now. The trees changed as she continued. The pines, spruce and
birches thinned, replaced by increasingly large, old oak trees. The
ground became clear, except for leaves, oak saplings and small
boulders.
The steepness increased as Thea felt ever more sure she was
approaching the summit of the hill. Suddenly, she crested an oak-root
and boulder strewn lip, or ledge. She was at the edge of an open
field of grass, moss and bare rock. The crowns of the towering oaks
encircled it like a wall of deep green. Shreds of mist danced across
the field in the gentle, damp wind. They swirled up, mixing
imperceptibly with the bright overcast sky, and then scudded back
down across the earth.
Thea paused, taking in every detail of this place. She was sure
this was the summit of the hill and her destination. Everything
seemed at once the vision of wildness and purity, but with an almost
tended perfection. The towering straightness of the oak trunks, their
billowing cloud-like crowns, the roundness of the field. It felt like
a temple, somehow. A small chill ran down Thea’s spine as she
realized there was something out of place. To one side of the field
it looked like several tree trunks were lashed together in a tripod,
and something else was hanging in the middle. Who would come out here
to make this? She carefully scanned the field again, looking to the
treeline and listening. The susurration of the gentle wind was the
only sound for a whole minute.
Thea slowly walked into the field, toward the propped together
trunks. She was attentive, scanning the treeline and watching the
tripod of trunks, so much that she walked right into an old fire pit
that had been right in front of her. It was rain-washed and faded,
but still filled with old charcoal. She could see the remains of
several other fires, randomly set around the tripod. All were in
similar condition. A sinking feeling developed in her stomach, but
the curiosity was unbearable. At least the age of the fires probably
meant no one had been here in a long time.
There was a single, dark object hanging from the peak of the
tripod. It was about chest height and moved almost imperceptibly in
the breeze. It was a bell, though not like any that Thea had ever
seen before. It was dark, like old iron, but with an oil-like sheen
that seemed to be part of it. It was more like a cylinder than a real
bell shape and it was covered in curving lines and humps. It was like
some sort of writing, but it never ended or broke or followed in any
direction, just fading in and out of the surface as the eye wandered
over it. The effect was mesmerizing, but also made her more anxious.
It wasn’t like any pattern or art she had ever seen. What was
happening out here?
The tripod itself revealed no clues, other than age. The trunks
were deeply weathered. The bell was suspended by a truly ancient,
moldering rope. Leaning against one of the tripod’s trunks was a
stout branch. One end was a perfect natural grip and the other was
bound in a tight ball of cord and cloth. Was this a ringer for the
bell? Looking around one last time, she carefully picked it up. It
felt solid, heavy, good. She made a decision. She would be leaving in
moments and would never come back. Who knows who made this, or what
they do out here, but she had to know what the bell sounded like. She
new it was foolish and she should just leave, but she stared into the
swirling broken patterns on the bell, she just couldn’t live
without knowing.
Thea gently swung the ringer, tapping the dark iron bell. Nothing.
Not a scrap of sound. She pulled back and swung a little harder. The
bell began swinging slightly from the impact, but only produced the
barest vibration. Thea gave a final swing, putting her shoulder
behind it. There wasn’t a hint of sound, but a ringing pressure
that made Thea put her free hand to her head. It seemed to go on for
minutes, though it must have been shorter than that. Thea was more
mystified than ever, but her senses gripped her. She needed to leave
now, before this got any stranger, or something got out of hand. She
carefully replaced the ringer, just as she had found it. She grabbed
her compass and lined up the reverse bearing that would take her back
to the look-off. She started walking, briskly, but carefully, back
the way she had come.
As she walked toward the edge of the field she looked up at the
oak trunks encircling it. She froze dead in her tracks. There was
something large, partially obscured by a huge trunk. She could see
large antlers. It could be a very big deer, or an elk. “Do we even
have elk here?” She asked herself silently. Those were the only
options her mind could give her, though she new from the outline and
the feeling of dread in her stomach, that it wasn’t a deer, or an
elk, at all. She took a single step back. She had no plan, no idea
what she was gonna do, nothing but a primal desire to be further
away from whatever that thing behind the oak was.
“DO NOT FEAR ME, GIRL“
The pressure threatened to split Thea’s head open. Is this a
real sound in her ears or is it coming from inside her own head?! She
involuntarily dropped her head to cradle it in her hands. As the pain
passed she realized she’d taken her eyes off it… Him. She was
certain whatever spoke was male. She raised her eyes to the trees
again. He stepped from behind the oak. Thea’s mind couldn’t
really process what she was seeing. He was so large, seven or eight
feet tall. The color of fresh, black ash and the deep brown of an
elk’s hide or the best farming earth. He took a step toward her.
The leg was bent like a deer’s, but with a hoof like a huge
horse.
“I’ll speak more softly, ha, ha, ha…“ The words didn’t
hurt this time, but the laugh was slow, deep and strange. Thea
stepped back again, not taking her eyes of his face. Sharp, powerful
features like a man, but changed. Piercing yellow eyes, like a wolf.
Skin the color of ashes and earth. She realized that when he spoke,
his lips had not moved at all.
“Get away from me! Leave me alone, whatever you are!“ Thea
cried. She’d meant to shout, but the words came out strangled and
desperate. She stepped back once again, catching her leg and falling
onto her backpack. The ground flew up behind her, knocking some of
the wind out of her. The pack on her back left her propped up enough
to see him as he laughed to himself again and took another step
toward her, his antlers bobbing as he chuckled. She scrambled to pull
her arms out of the pack straps and release the clip for the waste
straps. She flipped herself over onto all fours and bolted, sprinting
over her pack and past the sinister old bell. She didn’t even look
back, flying over the grass and mossy rocks. If she made it to the
trees maybe she could hide, but this wasn’t even a formed wondered
within her, just an instinct. Right now all that existed was getting
away. Her heart and her breath pounded. She jumped a log and dipped
down into a bushier depression between her and the tree line.
Suddenly, she was knocked off her feet and enveloped in dark limbs.
They tumbled and rolled on the ground, coming to rest with Thea on
her back, staring up at his yellow eyes.
“Ringing the bell means that you’ve given yourself to me, you
know?” Thea just stared up at him, frozen. “I was gonna take
you anyway, but it makes it even more rude to run from me.“ His
lips were completely still as the words vibrated in Thea’s head.
She was still struggling for breathe, almost crying and
hyper-ventilating. After a moment she found she could speak again. “I
didn’t know!… I was just curious! Please don’t hurt me.“ He
tilted his head, looking down at her, his antlers framing the deep
overcast of the sky. “As I said. I would have taken you anyway.“
He shifted his weight to one arm, holding himself over Thea. She
crammed her eyes shut and got ready to scream. Instead she felt warm
fingers gently stroke her cheek. She kept expecting some sort of
onslaught, tearing claws or bites, but nothing. Just his fingers
gently stroking her. After almost a minute her heart had stopped
pounding so intensely and she could breathe normally again. She dared
to open her eyes. Seeing him made what was happening to her real
again and her heart started to pound again, but she kept them open
and looked at her situation. He was still arched over her. His shape
was very much like a man, except for his size, the ashen skin, the
elk-like mane covering his head, neck and shoulders, and of course
the hooves. His hands were gigantic, but longer than wide, with a thin,
claw-like nail on each finger. She was surprised to see he wore a
fine leather wrap or kilt around his waste. It was so out of place
with the complete wildness of the rest of him.
She looked up at his eyes again and asked “Who are you?“ The
words were meek, but Thea was relieved that her voice didn’t break
or tremble. He smiled, which was terrifying in itself. “I haven’t
been asked that in so many years. One time I listened to some men
talking about me as they passed the night in these woods. They called
me the Spruce Stalker. The one who makes off with those who stray too
far. The people who come here to worship me just call me the god, or
Jotun child. They don’t ask many questions, but I don’t mind.
They dance and rut and leave me gifts. It amuses me, for a time.”
He continued to stare at Thea, as if this had answered her question
perfectly.
Thea tried again “Wha- What are you?… Are you a god?“ This
time her voice did break a little. The tone of his voiced changed as
he answered, distant and wistful as if looking out over a horizon “I
do not know age, or death. I hunt, kill and rape at my will. I am
seen or unseen as I choose. I have no equals… Is that a god?“ The
Thea could hear he was sincerely asking, but another question sat in
her stomach like a sick stone.
“Are you… Gonna rape me?“ Thea asked. She was forced to
close her eyes by the weight of the wondered. “Yes.“ He answered,
without hesitation, or any kind emotion, as if it was the most ordinary
thing in the world. Large tears started to silently roll down Thea’s
cheeks. He just waited. She sobbed a little as he stroked her face.
After a few minutes she was calmer again. She opened her eyes and
watched as his finger trailed down the first button of her shirt.
With a flick of his nail the button flew off into the bushes, never
to be seen again. He drew his finger down the pale smoothness of her
chest. The second button to go revealed the top of her pink sports
bra. As he continued removing buttons, her mind was spinning, trying
to discover any way out of this nightmare.
Thea started to blurt out “There must be something else you
want!? Anything else I can do for you! If you let me go I can get you
money.“ Without looking up or stopping he replied in a deep,
unamused rumble “What would I do with money?“ She didn’t have
an answer. He had flicked the last button off her shirt and slowly
pulled away the two sides, revealing her body. Thea cringed back into
the ground as he leaned down with his huge head and gently kissed
her neck. As much as Thea wanted to be free of him, she had at all times
been so sensitive to touch. Having her neck gently kissed like this
while she was so completely vulnerable was doing things to her. She
felt light headed, almost like she wasn’t in her body and it wasn’t
her this was really happening to. He was very warm. His smell was
strange, perhaps like the horses she had ridden a couple of times
when she was younger. It was strong, animal like, but not unpleasant.
He lowered himself down beside Thea, freeing both his arms. He
lifted her lower back with one hand and pulled her shirt and sport
bra up over her head with the other. She didn’t help him, but he
used enough force that resisting wouldn’t have been easy. Thea’s
pert breasts tumbled out of the bottom of the bra. He threw the bra
and shirt apart, disappearing over a bush somewhere. His mouth opened
wide, revealing teeth like a wolf. Thea felt a sickening mix of fear
and arousal as his tongue snaked out, longer and more pointed than
any man’s. He began circling her right breast, rubbing the pink
areola and flicking her large, hardening nipple. His tongue was long
enough to slide entirely under and around her breast, which he did
several times. She could feel the wetness beginning to pool in her
panties. She was biting her lip and looked away from what he was
doing to her, trying not to think about it and how it made her feel.
As Thea’s breasts and neck were worked over by his lips and
tongue, one of his hands grasped the front of her trail pants.
Sliding her belt open and out of its buckle, he moved onto the snap
button, the only thing holding her pants closed. “pop… zippp“
was what she heard as the front of her pants were opened by his
huge hand. One clawed fingered began tracing up and down the front
of her soft, blue panties.
He pulled his head away from her chest and turned Thea’s face
toward his. “Open your eyes, girl.“ His voice vibrated through
her head and body. She reluctantly complied, meeting his piercing
yellow eyes. He leaned forward again, brushing her little pink lips
with his full, ashen dark ones. She wanted to turn away but he
gripped the back of her head and kissed her. He was slow at first,
but soon forced his long tongue into her mouth. His tongue circled
hers, exploring her mouth, then forcing its way back to her throat.
It felt like it would never end and she would never breath again.
Eventually he pulled away and she gasped for air. She was disgusted
but aroused by the thin trail of saliva hanging between their mouth
as he pulled away from her.
His hand, which had been tracing Thea’s snatch through her
panties, stopped. He grabbed the crotch of her opened pants and
pulled them down to her ankles. He daintily pulled the knot from each
hiking boot, pulled each one off, and threw them apart as he went.
Finally free of these he pulled her pants off, along with each sock.
She was completely naked except for her little blue panties and the
hair-tie holding her ponytail back. He rose up onto his hooves,
towering over her. She was frightened again. She could see the firmly
tented front of his leather skirt. He bent, gently picking Thea up
like she was no more than a feather. He turned, putting her onto a
mossy ledge that left her waist high to him. She sat, legs curled
under her.
Thea’s face was inches from his bulge. He unwound the tie at his
waist and opened his leather skirt, dropping it behind him. Whatever
Thea had been expecting, she wasn’t ready for this. His cock was
animalistic, thick, tapering to a pointed, sloping tip. It was red,
slick and covered in veins, like she had seen on wolves or elk in
nature documentaries. It was impossible to judge, but it must have
been 8 inches long. The balls beneath were huge and covered in the
same elk-like fur as his legs.
Up until now Thea had been passive, just a victim he was using, in
her mind. Now he obviously wanted her to take his cock in her mouth.
It was too much. She wouldn’t do it! She turned her head away and
started shaking it. “Don’t fight with me, girl.“ He said, low,
calm and only with a hint of menace. “No. No! I won’t do it!“
She almost spat, keeping her head turned away. There were no more
words, but she felt a deep rumble in her skull. He picked her up once
again and turned to sit on the ledge where she had been. He laid her
across his legs, his moist cock sliding across her soft stomach. His
fur tickled her skin, but only anxiety gripped her. What was he going
to do? He released her, but just as quickly took hold of her panties.
He ripped each side out and lightly pulled them away from her bare
bottom. He put one hand roughly on Thea’s upper back and held her
there against his leg. She stared at the ground and his hooves,
waiting in dread. “Smack!“ She heard it before she felt the pain.
“Smack!“ He was spanking her?! “Smack!“
“Stop it!“ Thea cried, tears pricking her eyes. “Smack!“
Her skin was becoming more sensitive with each powerful swat of his
hand. “Stop it, you monster!“ “Smack!“ Thea was really crying
now. “Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!“ “Smack!“ “Smack!“
“Smack!“ Thea let herself go to weeping.
“Be a good girl.“ Thea heard his voice vibrating in her head.
“I’ll do it! Just stop hitting me and I’ll do it!“ He
released his hand that had been pushing her body down and gently
stroked her back as she caught her ragged breath. In a moment he
picked her up again and placed her back on the ledge. She sat on her
knees in the soft moss, her bottom still too sore to sit on. She was
completely naked now, her face tear streaked and vulnerable. Her
breasts swayed freely in the damp air. He leaned down and kissed her
shoulder, then up her neck, her face and gently brushed her lips. She
hated him, but after the pain and anxiety of being hit, it was
comforting to be touched so tenderly. She was too afraid to turn away
from him when he brushed her lips with his. Without thinking she
returned his kiss.
He pulled away from the kiss with Thea and presented his cock. It
was still turgid, but had waned to half mast. Pushing down her anger
and frustration at the complete power he had over her, Thea closed
her eyes for a moment to steel herself. She leaned forward, bending
her neck to put her lips by the tip of his cock. Opening her mouth,
she stuck her tongue out just enough to touch it. The taste was salty
and musky, but not as bad as she had feared. Bolder now, she opened
wider and pulled the whole tip of his cock into her wet mouth. There
was a deep rumble from him which she could only imagine was pleasure.
She worked her tongue around his tip, feeling the cock stiffen in her
mouth. As it became completely rigid again she took it further back
in her mouth.
As Thea dragged her tongue and lips along his cock, she became
self conscious of what she was doing. Her mind was flooded with
images of herself accepting this powerful, animal-like, cock into her
feminine, pure, mouth. She felt her pussy becoming moist, which
further fueled her attention to the huge cock sliding in and out
of her mouth. As she worked her breasts swayed and jiggled.
Eventually the girth became too much for her small jaw. She pulled
back, massaging her jaw muscles. “It’s time.” Thea heard him
rumble in her skull. He sat down on the ledge beside her. Taking Thea
by the waist, he pulled her over and lifted her onto his lap. Her
bottom, smarting much less now, rested against the base of his cock.
She leaned back, resting against the smooth, earth and ash dark skin
of his stomach and chest. She felt his muscles flex under her. He
brought his hands up from her waist, along her curving stomach, to
cup her breasts. Removing one hand for a moment, he pulled out her
hair tie, releasing her long fiery red hair to fall across her
shoulders and back. He swept it to one side, so that he could kiss
her neck and returned to fondling her breasts and nipples between his
fingers.
Thea was psychologically numbed. She new what he was about to do
to her, but she couldn’t feel anything. Her body was just reacting
at this point. She realized that she was gently grinding her snatch
on the base of his cock as he kissed her neck. Without thinking she
weakly said “I hate you.” Without pausing she felt the rumble of
his reply “Good.“ He lowered his hands, cupping her thighs and
pulling her up along his chest, until the point of his cock, now
heavily dripping, was at the entrance of her snatch. He rolled his
hips, gently rubbing his length along her entrance. Thea bit her lip
to keep herself from moaning. The next roll of his hips caught the
tip of his cock inside her, and he slowly began working it in with
every gentle roll and thrust. It felt amazing and Thea let a small
“Ohhhh…“ as he started to lower her onto his shaft.
Thea felt like she was underwater, in another reality. She could
feel his slicked, veiny cock sliding up into her. On some level she
wanted to cry, but also to scream with pleasure. The mental dam broke
inside of her. She started gently bucking her hips against him, only
half way into her, and started whispering “yes, yes, yes.“ As if
on cue, he lowered her down all the way, sliding the rest of his
length into here. He was uncomfortably long for her at first, but she
couldn’t stop rolling her hips on him. He let go of her thighs,
languorously brushing her sweet, soft skin. His left hand wrapped
around her neck and the other fondled her breast. She was held to his
body as he began rolling his hips, fucking her, just out of sink with
her own involuntary bucking. “You’re mine forever, girl.“ The
words vibrated through her, but she felt like he was whispering in
her ear as he said it.
Thea lost herself as their sex intensified. She allowed tears to
roll down her face from the pleasure and releasing the fear and pain
she had felt before. When he turned her face to his, she didn’t
withstand. He kissed her and she returned it, opening her mouth,
accepting his long tongue. It swirled around her mouth and then
forced it’s way down her throat, invading it in the same way his
cock was invading her tight snatch. Eventually he withdrew, allowing
her to breath. He brushed her lips with his, and rested his face
against hers’ for a moment. In a way it was more intimate even than
being inside her.
Thea had adjusted to the size of his cock and was riding him
freely now. Her hips and belly rolled in waves as she was driven to
clench down and grind on him. Suddenly he lifted her off of him. It
felt terrible to be empty. Just as quickly he stood and laid her onto
a thick bed of moss. Her hair splayed out around her head like a
crown of fire against the mossy green. He leaned over her, spreading
her legs. She pulled her knees up to her chest, exposing herself to
him. He slid forward, re-entering her sopping pussy. He bared his
wolf-like teeth at the sky and rumbled as he bottomed out inside her.
Looking back down at her, piercing yellow eyes to soft blue ones, he
began to fuck her. Each solid thrust pushing his cock past her puffy
labia, into her pinkness. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her
from being pushed back by the force of his rutting.
Thea quivered and shook as she started to orgasm over and over
again on this monsters cock pounding into her. She closed her eyes as
she let out little muffled cries and covered her mouth, but it didn’t
stop. As his intensity built, she grabbed onto him, wrapping her arms
around his neck, trying not be swept away by the pleasure and shocks
spasming through her body. She felt him bottom out inside her one
last time. He gasped. The only real sound she had ever heard him
make. She felt the powerful spurting pulse of his seed being poured
into her womb. It sent her over the edge again as she clung to him,
pushing her face into the soft hollow of his neck.

To be continued…

NSFW: yes