Page 8 of The Zagorath
The spirit of the forest shifted, gathering around his spilled seed, the plant-life greedily drinking it in as its vines took on a new purpose in plunging in and out of her quicker and far more voraciously.
He shook his head. Now that the edge was taken off his need, he was able to break free from the captivating visual his female made and stalked toward her. Her pupils shrank, focusing on him as her awareness seemed to return just enough to notice his presence. Dahtao gripped the vines closest to her head and leaned down, their brows nearly touching as he met her gaze.
“You are mine,” he growled and with a swipe of his claws cut through one of the vines holding her.
Chapter
Eight
Liv didn’t know how it happened. One minute she was running like her life depended on it and somehow managing to keep ahead of the monster, and the next she was suspended among the trees as the vines entangled her and rapidly coaxed her body to rapid climax of the kind she’d never experienced before.
Just what the hell was that?
She didn’t have the strength to inquire or argue against the instinct for self-preservation that occasionally still made a token protest against the pleasure swamping her. She couldn’t even rouse an appropriate level of dread when the monster pursuing her broke from the trees right in front of her. And gods—the way he watched her!
He devoured her with his eyes. However he may have looked at the other coven members just before they fell to his claws, it was never like that. Nor did he previously have such a noticeable erection straining from between his thighs, tenting the fabric wrapped in perfect folds around his hips despite being heavily stained with blood and filth. He had collected far more leaves in his hair since she last saw him but oddly his body was cleanerand bore a faint of spice to its scent rather than the heavy stench of blood she expected. She breathed in his scent experimentally and his nostrils flared in response as if he was returning the gesture. Green eyes, oddly serpentine now that she saw them clearly, slowly ran over as if conveying every detail to memory. They lingered at her breasts and lowering to focus on her sex plugged with several thick vines twisting and plunging in and out of her. Leaves rippled against her skin erotically, make her even more flushed and aroused, but no where near as much as the way that enormous monster watched her.
With one hand, he shifted the drape of fabric that covered the front of his to the side, revealing a cock that was ruby in color, the length of it far larger than the average human but not quite physically impossible. Its shaft was long and mostly smooth except for a row of large bumps that ran along the top of his cock, each bump as large as the cowrie shells she used to wear threaded on a hemp bracelet as a kid. The tip of his cock was flared and very slightly rounded like the top of a pie, though the slit down its center bubbled up with a filling blueberry purple in color when he wrapped his hand around the girth of his shaft. She watched him stroke in time to the vines shuttling in and out of her and her breath caught on a strangled moan as churning pressure released in orgasm that ripped through her as his semen spewed and splattered to the ground in long, thick ropes.
She was still shivering from her own release when he walked toward her, his cock once more concealed by the fold of fabric and gripped on the vines anchoring her in the air. His eyes bore into her meaningfully and he leaned in so close that she could see the individual hues in the bands of color that came together within the iris of his eyes.
“You are mine,” he growled and everything within her seemed to freeze at the sound of his deep, growling voice.
It was a voice of secret fantasies, powerful and possessing a sensual rumble that seemed so out of place attached to such a creature. On the heels of that thought came the realization that he wasn’t just some mindless monster rampaging… he could speak!
“Please,” she whispered. The word escaped her even though she was in no condition to clearly articulate her request.
Please don’t hurt me. Please don’t kill me. Please don’t hunt down or kill anyone else. Please fuck me. Please just go away.A barrage of pleas rushed through her, half of them sexual in nature—much to her shame. Thankfully those never made it past her lips. She kept them locked away as he scrutinized her and then smiled.
With a flick of his deadly claws, he parted the vine in his hand and immediately went to work on the others until the vines began to retreat and unravel on their own, falling once more along the branches and trunks of the trees as he pulled her firmly into his arms. As large as he was, she practically felt like a child being held by him. She intended to run the moment he even thought of setting her on her feet again, but she suspected that he knew that. She watched him apprehensively and tried not to flinch when he ran a finger experimentally down the side of her cheek with considerable care as he was mindful with his claw. It merely teased the skin where it brushed, and he smiled triumphantly down at her.
“Come,” he rumbled, as he spun away from the vines and struck off deeper into the forest.
He didn’t hesitate to carry her, nor did he show any sign of strain as time passed. It was as if it was entirely effortless for him. So much so that at a certain point she lost interest in waiting for the moment of her escape. The big bastard never got tired! He even started singing, though there were no true words that she could make out. It was a rumbling melodic croon thatvibrated through her and one that she could tell just from the look on his face was a song of nothing but pure pleasure on his part. But he didn’t say anything further to her as he carried her. There was nothing but his singing as he walked until she just couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Where are we going?” she bluntly asked, interrupting him in what sounded like mid-refrain now that she’d become accustomed to the continuously looping melody.
He blinked down at her as if surprised by the question. “Home,” he said shortly and he gave her bottom a heavy tap that sent lust shooting up through her woken nether parts so that she hissed in surprise.
That seemed to get his attention. He peered down at her naked body, but he didn’t stop waking. Instead, he adjusted his grip so that he held her weight balanced largely against one arm so that he was able to slip a big hand between her thighs and retracted his claws. Liv nearly choked on her shock and then shivered when his hand began to move, rubbing her sex with circling little strokes that made her thighs clench and quiver. She trembled with the building pressure gathering between her thighs. It seemed to spark with every tap of his fingers and then he did the unthinkable. He slid one long, thick finger inside her cunt and rocked it in and out of her with an unhurried pace that wound her pleasure ever tighter.
As if sensing that she was climbing toward the pinnacle, he began to thrust his finger quicker and deeper, hooking it just slightly to rub her inner walls of her channel just the right way. His whole hand began to rock, and he drove his finger into her, and she clasped her thighs tightly around his hand with a desperate need to keep it right where it was. He grunted with approval and worked his finger faster, as if plucking some deep, internal thread. Pulling it hard and twisting it until it brokeand her orgasm exploded upward through her as she clenched herself around his hand tightly.
Liv gasped for air as she leaned back against him, her eyes following the motion of his hand as he lifted it to his lips and his long, red tongue emerged to lap up her juices. He did so with such leisurely pleasure that she shifted her gaze away, preferring to stare at the golden light of the sun as it began to once again creep from the sky. It was nighttime when she’d left the cabin and here night was returning yet again. It did provide enough light, however, that she was able to see the giant bat-creatures clinging to the trees and shifting among them just above their head.
As if that wasn’t ominous as fuck.
“How much further?” she rasped, desperately needing some water which neither one of them appeared to have on hand.
“Not far,” he replied. “The next portal is very near.”
“Portal?” she echoed.
He grunted in acknowledgement but did not elaborate. It wasn’t until they were standing in front of a huge mass of roots clinging to the face of the hillside directly in front of them that she realized that this had to be the portal he had spoken of. By that time the hour was late enough that there was only the faintest light available from the moon hanging in the sky
An unpronounceable growl rumbled from his chest that made her stare at him quizzically for a moment before a movement drew her attention back to the hill. Liv gaped in surprise as roots suddenly untwined and curled back revealing a strange opening within the side of the hill. Ducking his head to compensate a little for his height, he stepped through, taking Liv with him. Reality distorted violently enough to make her want to throw up—she might have even done so, she couldn’t be one hundred percent positive—but when everything came into focus, she found herself in a large round, subterranean dwelling, thewalls carved out with the thick roots of trees sliding down their length to disappear beneath the floor.
“Home,” he declared, and she stared at it all in mute fascination as he carried her through the simple, carved out dwelling to a large room at the rear. There, she spotted a large bed draped heavily with various furs, many of which she did not recognize.
