Page 16 of The Zagorath
Drawing her to him, his mouth descended, capturing her lips in a kiss that sent magical bursting to life between. Groaning into her mouth, his arms drew in tighter, until their bodies were crushed together and the trees shook and whispered like a thousand voices all around them. And oddly… it felt like home.
Chapter
Thirteen
The forest moaned, its hunger rising sharply. It should not have hungered already but connected as he was to the forest, an understanding rose within him. The gift. That gift had bound them to the forest in a new way. It was seeking to take sustenance from them. Dahtao was not so foolish as to believe that it would never seek blood but if this satisfied it even a little than he was an eager and willing participant.
Breaking the kiss, he lifted his head and whispered. “Do you hear it Liv. The forest… it wishes for us to feed it.”
She blinked up at him, the haze of lust slowly retreating from her eyes as a look of worry began to brim them. “Already?” she whispered.
He smiled and rubbed his nose against her nose, breathing in her sweet fragrance. “Not like that. Do you recall the gift?”
She nodded absently, her eyes fluttering close at the contact between them, her fingers lifting to his red mane, skimming long the braids and curling in his long hair. “The gift? Yes, of course.”
“It changed us,” he rasped, his lips brushing against her soft cheek. “It entwined its essence with ours all so that we can provide something that it likes the taste of far better.”
Her eyes opened and he stared down into the brown depths. He was mesmerized by the gold flecks within them, like threads of precious metal within the earth. “You mean it likes the taste of our sexual fluids?”
He nodded. “I noticed that something was different when I commanded the vines to capture you. They behaved in a way that I did not instruct. It was as if the forest, once it had you, and perhaps influenced by my own desire for you, tasted and indulged in you.”
“And then later?” she whispered. “When you were fucking me so that I dripped pleasure everywhere—did it taste me then?”
“Oh yes,” he purred, burying his nose in her hair. He breathed her in again, his cock hardening, pressing against the slit of his sheath. “No matter what I did to my home, it is still tied to the forest.”
“The roots,” she whispered, and he nodded.
“Although nothing was dripped directly on them, your sweet musk and my rising lust surrounded them. I think it made the forest hungry… for us.”
“Fuck me,” she whispered, and he growled with pleasure in response, his tails slipping around her ankles. “There were the flowering vines that covered us. They were literally wrapped around us, sipping from us.”
He had quite forgotten about that. “Yes,” he rumbled.
She licked her lips and nodded to herself rather than in agreement to anything he said. “If we feed it—will it still want blood?”
“I do not know,” he admitted, his hands drifting down to her nipples to brush against the stiff peaks with the fahgor trilled with excitement just above them. “Likely, yes, but less frequently I believe.”
“Good enough,” she groaned, arching into his touch.
“Say you will stay here with me,” he growled, his brow brushing hers as his cock slowly slid out and rubbed firmly against the apex of her legs.
Live shivered in response and proceeded to wind her arms around his neck, her lips curling in a satisfied smile. “Do you truly want me?”
“Forever,” he rasped. “You are the only thing I have ever wanted for myself. If stay—be my mate—I would worship you as a queen, and you will rule here with me here at the heart of the forest and share with me the responsibility of nourishing it. All that I have and am will be yours.”
“And we will belong to the forest,” she whispered in reply, her fingers circling around the base of his cock in a way that made him draw in a sharp breath as desire twisted brutally within him. “Every time we fuck, we will feed it. Every time your seed splatters on the ground, we will give offerings to it.”
“Life,” he rasped. “We provide life for it and by extension all things as it consumes the offerings of our pleasure.”
To punctuate the point, he removed the belt and removed the linen fabric tied around her. Once he had her bare, he lifted her into his arms and the scent of her rising rich from between her legs where she had soaked them. He hungered to taste her as the forest tasted her. But first he needed her agreement. He lowered her bared cunt over the head of his cock and held her in place while he slowly, excruciatingly working the thick head in and out of her opening. Teasing her until she writhed in his grip, her breath coming out in sharp, impatient pants. All around them vines rose, lifting from the ground and dropping from the trees, stretching out for her… for them. A vine slid over her belly with soft fuzzy leaves, and she groaned.
“Yes… yes, I will say,” she whispered frantically. “Fuck! I will take everything it and you have to offer. You are mine. Not onlythat but I’ll take one for the team and keep this damned forest—and you—so occupied that my world will be safer. Now fuck me.”
Dahtao grinned triumphantly and watched as the vines quickly wound around her, suspending her in the air, much like they had before, hanging amidst the branches of the trees.
He met her eyes and purred with the desire rushing through him. “You have returned but you will not be getting away from me so easily again,” he told her.
“Yes. Never,” she agreed readily in a breathless voice.
