Page 17 of Up from the Earth

I had chosen this all those years ago. I hadchosento embrace the danger for the thrill that lay beyond. And I had come all this way. I had survived then, and I survived the lake. I would not perish now.

Shadows draped across the hallway ahead of me, outlining the shape of numerous fangs. He was so close.

“You are so close, little bloom. So close to truly being free. But you must say it. You must embrace the darkness that awaits you.”

Only darkness was visible before me, the shadow cast by The Wolf blanketing the hallway where I could keep running. But I’d stopped now. I wasn’t running at all. And…I wasn’t going to.

Spinning around, I looked up, up, up at the massive creature. Those shadow fangs draped over my face again, and I felt his breath even as that gaping maw stood several feet above the ground. Warm and heady, washing over me with a magic all its own.

“I will not run. I…” Sucking the warmed air into my lungs, I felt the spirit of The Wolf begin to mingle with my own. “...will know you, Wolf. Reveal yourself to me.”

A menacing, alluring growl rumbled out of the beast. Then, as if it was liquid fitting into a container, the impossible magnitude of The Wolf condensed down. He distilled his essence of darkness and primal sorcery down into a form more comprehensible. The Beast King in this wild form stood before me now at a level nearly equal to my eyes.

Still, he was larger than a typical wolf—much larger. And in the depths of his yellow eyes, I could see the mind animating the body. The Beast Kingwascontained in that shape. The Beast King was each shape that I’d encountered and more, and as the truth settled over me—the truth I knew The Wolf was waiting for me to confess aloud—I was left with the fact that I did indeed feel a connection to them.

It was profound, massive, unending. This was the sliver of my soul that had always been out of place. This was the creature that would fulfill me in ways I’d only dreamed of, and I was ready for it to begin.

Now.

“What do you want, Cerri, my little bloom? Tell me what you truly desire.”

My heart still beat furiously, my lungs still struggling to get in enough air. But I knew what I wanted, and I would not be denied. Dropping my chin to ready myself, I settled into my bones and then met the eye of The Wolf.

“Catch me,” a smirk lifted the corner of my mouth, “my wolf.”

I turned and ran, my smile stretching wider with every rush forward. The Wolf was hot on my heels, and an exhilarating terror gripped me. I trusted in this being without any real cause except my own intuition.

However, I was rarely wrong, and this felt too good to be anything else but destiny.

Zigzagging, ducking around sharp corners of the halls, I did everything I could to make my Wolf have to work for his prize, and he did. The hungry growl grew louder and louder until it was right on top of me. Then, in a whoosh of midnight black followed by vibrant color, The Wolf leaped up and over me, blocking my path. With him had come the forest. It was everywhere; the verdant shades of green and the dappled sunlight of a late afternoon were all I could see.

This was where I belonged. This was my home—the Forest at the Edge of the World.

Distracted by the beauty, by the wholeness I felt, The Wolf was able to rush me, flinging me around and nudging me to the ground with his massive muzzle. My belly was pinned to the earth, and I squeezed fistfuls of moss and dirt as I craned back over my shoulder to get a glimpse of him.

His black fur took up the space behind me, blocking out the scenery. But I was all too happy to be looking at my Wolf.My savage, dark Wolf.

“Savage…dark…and so very hungry for my sweet, innocent little bloom.”

Shudders racked my body, and I arched my hips up as The Wolf dragged his nose over my back and legs, scenting me. He buried it between my thighs, nuzzling against my seam as he growled low. My body surged, clenching and warming and wetting.

“That’s it, little bloom. You’re going to take your mate in whatever way I demand. For I have caught you, and I intend to keep you.”

All I could do was moan as he nudged against my sensitive skin. I quickly realized that he was shoving the skirt of my dress up over my hips, the cold of his nose touching my overheated flesh. It was a shock against me when his slick, cool flesh landed squarely on my slit. There was no preamble or hesitation, none of the trepidation or resistance I might expect from anyone else at being so close to my intimate parts with their face.

“What would I have to be shy about, little bloom? I want your taste on my tongue for always. I want that delicious scent of your cunt clinging to me at every turn.”

I reeled. It was so much that my head was genuinely spinning. Embarrassment drilled through me as roughly as the arousal that made me drip. As if sensing it, an enormous tongue licked up my seam, parting my folds and dipping inside. It scooped through me, collecting my nectar, and I moaned—hard.

“Mmmmm,” The Wolf growled. “Like the earthly wonder of spring. Give me more. Give me it all.”

More and more assaults of his tongue split my seam in languid strokes that set my nerves ablaze. I writhed beneath my Wolf, clawing at the ground as the sensations overpowered me. It was too much. It wasn’t enough, and hot tears dripped from me into the earth below me as he devoured me so thoroughly.

“Ugh!” I cried out, arching all the more as The Wolf’s tongue drove inside me. Thick and soft and wet, it filled me profoundly, testing my limits.

“Limits I will break, little bloom. You will be made ready for my cock, and I will rut you until you are overflowing with my spend.”

He licked and thrust and swirled; the tiny bud at the tip of my seam throbbed with each furious heartbeat. I was so close to breaking apart all over his tongue. The Wolf’s fangs teased my skin, the sharp points grazing over my swollen skin as well as the inside of my thighs.

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