Page 44 of You're Not My King!

It was the exact scenario that had played on my mind since I’d first ventured into the forest—the creepy trees feeling me up, groping and touching where they shouldn’t, and I’d imagined nothing could be worse.

But now…

The texture was weird, sure, but oddly… nice? They were cool against my skin, and when Vo’ak rasped out another word, making them wrap loosely around my wrists and drag them above my head, my belly tightened, and a moan tore from my throat without permission.

I definitely had to be out of whack if the creepy trees were getting me off.

“Roo-bin, yes?” he asked, and the branches slithered to a stop as if waiting for my answer—consensual trees, how refreshing.

I tugged against the binds, testing their give, and each time I met resistance my cock dribbled onto my stomach, my happy trail shining with pre-cum. I actually liked that vulnerable feeling for once, being open and pinned down so he could do whatever he wanted. Yeah, the trees were still getting a heavy side-eye, but they were kinda growing on me, literally, and for the purpose of sexy times, it made sense to use them like really gelatinous ropes.

‘The fruits of the earth’ and all that jazz.

“Yes,” I said, and with a nod from Vo’ak, the trees secured their hold, keeping me restrained at an angle—almost like a half crunch, but without the core workout. Large hands gripped the undersides of my thighs, pushing back to fold me up. I knew exactly what was coming, but I still held my breath as Vo’ak shot me a hungry smile before ducking his head, eagerly seeking out my hole.

“Fuck,” I gasped as his warm, sticky tongue glided around my rim, tasting me. It was a weird combination of dirty, kinky, and intimate, especially when he pressed fluttering kisses over my ass cheeks only to shove his nose against the puckered skin a second later, breathing through a deep groan.

Filthy fucker.

“You smell of mine,” he purred, his sharp nails pinching the thin skin behind my knees. “Taste of sweet nectar. I shall feast well, Cah-ka-rook-uh.”

The whine I let out was borderline pathetic—I didn’t know what possessed me—but Vo’ak found it amusing, chuckling heartily against me before diving back in. I tried to squirm, the sensations too much, but his strong grip on my thighs kept me motionless as his tongue darted out, plugging me deep, over and over and over again.

He showed me no mercy, and it took no time at all until I was a babbling, trembling mess. He alternated between long, purposeful licks inside and out, and sealing his lips over my entrance, sucking hard. He feasted on me as he’d said he would, like a greedy beast devouring its kill. Twenty-six years old, and I’d never been rimmed with such enthusiasm before. It was mind-blowing.

My toes curled and everything.

“Yes…” I hissed, head rolling from side to side as overwhelming pleasure coursed through me. “Keep doing that.”

Whether from my words or my tone, he understood me, doubling his efforts and punching his tongue brutally in and out of my ass, fucking me with it. I was so close to the brink it was getting hard to know which way was up, so drunk on bliss that Vo’ak was starting to look like the love of my life. Two weeks of nothing but my own hand and I was ready to risk it all. It was ridiculous, but shit, he knew how to fuck, and I swore if he pulled away again, I’d kill him.

I needed to come.

Badly.

Both my legs were hooked over Vo’ak’s back, so I dug my heels in, pinning him in position and riding his face. He growled into my ass and the sound vibrating against the tender skin had me seeing stars. I cried out, going taut as a bowstring as jet after jet of cum poured from my cock until I was nothing but an empty shell. “Fu-huuck.”

I sagged, assuming the tenta-branches could take my weight, keeping me suspended as I came down from my high. One leg still hung loosely over Vo’ak’s shoulder, but he lowered the other, letting it dangle over the rock and into the water as he swiped a finger through the cum on my belly to taste it. He hummed loudly around the digit, sucking it clean before leaning in to lap up every last drop. My soft cock jerked feebly at the display—it’s filthy as fuck, okay, leave me be—and Vo’ak must’ve seen it, because between one breath and the next, he drifted lower, sucking the tip into his mouth.

I bucked, whining from overstimulation and wriggling to dislodge him. “No, no, no.”

He pulled back immediately, a worried look on his face as he said, “Wrong?”

I twisted my head from side to side. “Too much. Too much.” Understanding eventually dawned on him, and he gave my dick one last mournful look before rising to stand.

My leg slid from his other shoulder, and he bent it at the knee, resting my foot on the rock to keep me exposed. He traced a claw around my neglected hole, tapping as he asked, “Too much?”

“No,” I gasped, clenching around nothing. “Keep going. More.”

Vo’ak nodded and gathered slick from his gills before retracting his claws and pressing his finger inside, right to the knuckle. I sighed, relieved to finally be filled by something thicker and longer, and ribbed. It felt so damn good, and highest praise to past me for stretching myself before he’d arrived, as it took no time for that one digit to become three, thrusting in deep, filling me, pulling at my rim, and punishing my prostate.

I’d died and gone to heaven. I was sure of it.

“R-Ready,” I stumbled out, words clicking in my dry throat, breathing labored. “I’m ready. Fuck me, Vo’ak, please.”

His name falling from my tongue must have been the last straw, as Vo’ak removed his fingers, lined up, and plunged into me hard without pause.

“Fuck yes!” I cried out, straining against the branches, my arms still tangled in their web. I had missed this feeling—the fullness, the completeness. He had to be lodged right in my guts, ruining me for anyone else, but it felt so incredible and so fucking right.

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