Page 17 of The Zagorath
Hanging in the air in front of him, her cunt dripped its sweet nectar freely to the forest floor, drawing a primal growl from his chest. He ran a claw over her slit, gathering her essence. She trembled in reaction as his finger pressed against the little nub at the top of it. He flicked it as he pulled his finger away and brought the digit to his mouth. Her perfume filled his nose, and he moaned as his mouth closed around it, savoring the rich flavor that slid over his tongue.
A shiver ran up his spine and he growled as he crouched in front of her, his tails momentarily slipped free from her as he drew her splayed and bound legs to either side of his head. He gathered a pair of vines in his hand to get a good hold and licked his lips hungrily. Vines slithered down and caged his horns, holding him there but it just sparked excitement within him as the forest made its demands known. It wanted him to draw out of her nectar and spill a mess all over the ground for it. He would take great pleasure in doing that.
The vines tightened as his mouth found her, and he moaned as the full flavor of her cunt filled his mouth and ran over his tongue. His savored it, suck and licking, stirring her desire so that she splashed her sweetness over his face and to the ground as his tongue fucked her and teased her, his tongue twisting within her, pressing against and sharply tapping the spongeysoft flesh inside her channel that made his mate scream and flood the forest with her rich offering.
She cried and offered her essence no less than four times before the vines retreated, freeing his head so that he could finally release her and step away. He trembled with excitement as he straightened, his cock dripping with its seed, engorged to a point just shy of painful. He felt her eyes on it and saw the flush of pleasure on her face. It was all very pleasing, and he could feel the happy hum crackling in the air.
“Do you feel that?” he whispered, and she nodded, a lustful smile on her face.
“It liked it,” she replied, and her smile widened as she quivered there in the grip of the vines. “It needs more. Give it more. Fuck me like a male in runt so we can give it exactly the nourishment it wants.” She twisted in the vines, moaning. “Fuck, I need your cock in me. I need it deep and hard.”
He had not believed that his excitement could leap any higher but somehow it did, and his cock jerked, spewing a small stream of his seeds to the ground where it was rapidly absorbed. Growling, he backed away and circled around her. Vines shifted their hold and gathered until her ass was tilted toward him, her tight ass and sopping cunt opened for him. He gripped the vines on either side of her, and she whimpered with wordless excitement as the head of his cock lined up against her and pressed against her slit, the head slowly slipping into her… stretching her. The heat of her, and smell of her, was nothing short of ecstasy. He tightened his grip and drove forward, his hips kicking as he thrust, his cock spearing deep. She cried out, her body straining against the vines’ hold so that she could rock back against him as he dragged his cock from the tight, wonderful suction of her channel before burying it once again.
The moved together, his hips slapping against her ass as his tails twisted in the air on either side of them, his excitementgrowing more and more as her arousal thickened in the air and with every release that she drenched him with, her cunt tightening around him in a fist, milking him so hard that he was forced to release a stream of his cum. He shifted his grip from the vines so that he cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling and flicking her nipples, helping her rock back forcibly against him to meet his every thrust. Her sweet cries of pleasure drew excited trills from the fahgor, several of whom had paired in the trees, the males piercing their females with the same feral ardor. Pleasure hummed louder through him, vibrating through him as his sack tightened, drawing his seed up in a boiling pressure that was siphoned off only a little, taking the edge off, when she climaxed and forced it from his pulsing cock.
He growled, his body arching so that he covered her more completely, his tails sliding over her. He dropped one hand to tweak and tease the bud at the top of her sex, enjoying every convulsion of her channel. It was good. So good. The more he released, the more that dripped from her of their combined essences and the more the forest fed. And it was so very hungry for them. He could feel its purr through him even as he felt the vines creep up his legs from the ground and those that were tangled around her rose up his arms, dragging around his shoulders to weave around the curved bony protrusions that grew from his skin, entangling them together.
One of his tails crept higher over her bottom pressed into her ass. He shivered at the way it clenched around him even as her cunt tightened sharply around his cock. He buried his cock into her over and over, drowning in the fog of pleasure as he slowly worked his tail in and out of her at a much more sedate pace, drawing her pleasure to meet his until she was trembling with the force of her repeated climaxes. Only then did he press his second tail in with the first, stretching her exquisitely and tightening the space for his cock within her cunt exquisitely. Shewas so perfect. It was as if she had been fashioned by the gods with him in mind. A mate who talked with him, was affectionate toward him, tried to understand him, and whose body melted and opened to him until he was rutting her with the frenzy that she had requested, blind to everything but the feel of her beneath him and the spasms of her cunt and ass.
It was so sweet. The pressure grew within him as he panted, reveling in the whisper and purr of the forest through his senses. Yes, it wanted for him to give everything. His hips slammed forward, his mate’s cries loud in his ears, eager and welcoming. She was shouting with his every thrust now, her cunt strangling his cock, her essence gushing as he thrust faster and faster, shuttling his cock in and out of her constricting channel. Her scream ripped through the air, her essence flooding obscenely, making him delirious with want as she spasmed hard, providing enough force that her cunt nearly forced him out as bore down all him but gripping him hard, dragging him in when he forced the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb and pressed firmly at that barrier.
Heaven was found there within her cunt, within that tight channel that begged him to breed even as the forest whispered in rapturous agreement. It began to crescendo, weaving around him, drawing him higher, twisting within him until he exploded with a roar, his seed shooting out from his cock the thick ropes as it jerked over and over as Liv convulsed around him anew. Together they rocked and spasmed with their release as his seed and her fluids poured to the ground between them.
He held her long after they were spent, their bodies swaying together as if suspended on a lover swing, his heart filled with every bit of love and adoration for her. The words did not need to be spoken; they sang between them.
And so, time passed for them in that fashion: days, weeks, months, and longer. They spent their days and nights together,talking and experiencing the wonders of his woods together. Loving together in their bed and anywhere else they deigned. And when the call of the forest trembled through him, and the trees rustled and sang eerily, they went into the woods where she would either draw him into her embrace, or he would mount her, and breed life into the woods through their frenzied sexual sacrifice. And although he knew the day would come when it would require an offering of blood as well, he did not mind as he knew peace and happiness like he had never before found. For there was never any judgement. Just love and acceptance from his little mate that grew by the day.
And the might and bloodlust of the mighty Zagorath was in this way tamed as it would be told among the fae folk for all time.
Epilogue
Liv stood in the midst of the forest, holding a small bouquet of freshly gathered wildflowers in her hands as she stared at the mirror. There was nothing but gray mist swirling in the mirror at the moment but moments before she’d been engaged in a lively discussion with Jessie. Life in the heart of the forest—which she’d discovered was quite literally what it was, the very heart of the vastness of that which was the forest—made it difficult for her to keep tabs on those she cared about in her own world, but she did try and Dahtao encouraged the connection after they discovered how to open a communication channel between mirrors. A few times they had even ventured through the portal, but most times her mate gave her the privacy to enjoy girl talk with Jessie alone, though he could be coaxed to join her when she talked with her parents.
Unsurprisingly, it had taken her mother some time to become used to the idea that her dreams for Liv were never going to happen. For years in the mortal world, her mother clung to the hope that Liv would just one day come home and resume her old life, no matter how often Liv explained that it wasn’t going to happen. Introducing Dahtao to them—andforcing her reluctant mate to come out of the shadows so that they could see for themselves how much she loved him and how much he loved her—had been the first painful step. Her mother had of course cried and Dahtao and her dad had both been equally uncomfortable for the remainder of the conversation. And it didn’t get much better over the next several conversations until surprisingly one day her mother seemed calmer and more accepting.
Perhaps it was because Jessie had eventually also become untangled with someone non-human that changed things. Since her best friend hadn’t needed to dwell elsewhere and decided to deal with people who may or may not freak out at the sight of her mate, she became the embodiment of human-nonhuman relationships to her mother, as well as to many others. Jessie certainly wasn’t shy about forcing her way in and showing her mate off at every opportunity, or so she confided amid much laughter while she cuddled an adorable blue baby with tiny wings and nubs where horns would eventually grow.
Of course, there was no stopping the fact that time passed much faster there than she liked. It always seemed like months or even a couple of years had passed between each communication. She was horrified to find ten years to have passed when she was caught up within a particular lengthy feeding cycle with the forest. By that time, Jessie’s baby was almost grown, and three others had joined the family in succession creating a whole nest full of beasties. At least she didn’t have to worry about Jessie growing old, that was at least one benefit of her friend mating with a creature that would live for thousands of years, but time wasn’t so kind to her parents. She watched the bloom of youth fall and fade as their wrinkles grew more defined and their hair turned white. Somehow her mother managed to be as beautiful as ever despite going on to have a pair of twins late in life in a surprising turn of events.Liv had watched from a distance through glimpses through the mirror as those children grew up and had children of their own and watched as her mother relaxed to enjoy life.
But the day she had dreaded had come. According to Jessie, her mother had died peacefully in her sleep at the grand age of eighty-two and the family was currently consoling her dad in his grief after she’d been lain to rest. And so, Liv had gathered the most beautiful flowers she could find and stood there, facing the mirror, uncertain if she really wanted to step through the portal and stand before her mother’s grave. It was a taste of mortality she would never experience. It turned out that Dahtao had been quite literal when he said that she was the forest’s queen. She would never age but nor would she ever have children—the life she offered and had to give sustained the eternal life of the forests and all forests and the numerous races had begun to refer to her as the Great Mother of the Wood and viewed her with much reverence in contrast to the fear they held of her mate.
But now she was afraid.
“Do not be afraid, my love,” Dahtao whispered, his hand settling on her shoulder. “You do not have to face this alone.”
She glanced back at him. “You will go with me?” she whispered.
He nodded, his hand sliding down as his arm curled lovingly around her. “Our lives may not be like theirs but what makes life worth living is those that we love. Despite everything, your mother loved you and you love her. Do not be afraid of what is left to send her off on her next journey.”
Liv nodded and lifted her hand to the portal. She no longer needed the key. The forest recognized and obeyed her as it did Dahtao. The mist shimmered and they stepped through, the graveyard looming ahead of them. It didn’t take long for Liv to find her mother’s headstone, but she found it difficult to look at as she bent and set the flowers in front of it.
“I’m sorry I’m late, mother, but I came as soon as I heard. May the gods speed you quickly onto the next world.”
“Not likely,” a familiar voice said cheerfully from behind her.
Liv jumped, whirling around in surprise as her mate drew her protectively against his body with a growl. He abruptly silenced, however, with the same surprise that Liv felt as she stared at the spectral apparition of her mother floating just a few feet away. Her mother who looked not a day over thirty again and dressed in her favorite gown smiled smugly.
“M… mother? What are you doing?” she asked and glanced back toward the tomb helplessly. “Aren’t you supposed to be traveling to the next world to sit with the ancestors and?—”
