Page 28 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
It’s a disaster.
Fucking Emeline and her goddamned pumpkin seeds. I asked her if she was winging anything else. She looked horrified when she saw me. More than that, there was guilt in those hazel eyes. I know she didn’t do it on purpose, but her mistake has cost me my human fucking body.
More than a twisted physical form, my thoughts are even more twisted than before. I ripped off my head without thought. Some part of me must have known it wouldn’t kill me. By some miracle, I’m still able to see her from where I stand, having sight from both my body and severed head simultaneously. Now I have her fucking herself on my stem. I’m sick. Sick and turned on, and fucking confused.
The orange fire burning behind myeyesbursts forward, changing to a bright green. Is the color change a response to my arousal? What I imagined to be a sort of punishment by making Emeline ride my stem is quickly becoming something strangely more erotic than I imagined. To my great surprise, I can control the size of the stem. The more aroused I am, the thicker and longer it grows. Emeline gasps, temporarily halting as she feels the new stem filling her up. She plants her feet, intending to rise.
“Uh, uh, uh.” Vines shoot out from beneath the severed head, wrapping around her wrists and pulling her back down. Vine control? That’s a neat trick. My stem slams inside and she cries out.
All I have to do is think it and the vines grow easily from the severed head.Interesting.I test them. My separated body is able to produce vines too. They grow from my hands, back, thighs. That’s…new.
“Fier,” Emeline whines.
She made me a monster. She will have to deal with the consequences of her actions. “You’re not standing back up until that wicked pussy has come all over my stem.”
She protests, “No, I can’t do that.”
“You can. You must. Move your hips. Or would you rather I test my new cock between those pouty lips ?” I take another menacing step toward her, fisting the overly thick gourd and aiming it toward her mouth. Her eyes widen, fear flickering past. Fuck, I love how terrified she looks. She quickly begins moving again.
Her actions are awkward at first. I adjust the stem, finding that I can alter its shape and size at will. Experimenting, I shorten it a bit, adding thickness to the base. Her body reacts, movements evening out. As an afterthought, I curve the stem forward.
“Oh!” Emeline gasps and the first trace of her arousal drips down, coating me. My tongue slides out, reaching to my face and lapping up her essence. I expect to feel a tug when my tongue has reached its full length. The sensation does not come. How long is this thing? I stretch it farther and farther. The tip connects with Emeline’s clit and she practically falls off. If it weren’t for my vines, she would surely be on the ground.Oh this is divine. I lap at her clit while she fucks my stem.
Small mewling whimpers break free from her throat as my tongue works her. The quivering of her walls has precum squirting from my cock tip. Were those seeds I just saw? Fucking hell. Am I going to come pumpkin guts from now on?
Emeline’s whimpers turn into full moans as she soars closer to climax. Grinding against my stem, being licked from top to bottom, it creates the perfect storm for my nightingale. She starts to climax, pussy squeezing around me, cum dripping down. The feel of her tight walls gripping my stem is almost as glorious as if it were my cock itself. But then she pulls back, stopping herself from coming fully. She looks down.
Is she still having issues with my new form? Or is she unwilling to come on the stem of a monstrous jack-o’-lantern? She owes me this and every other depraved act I ask of her.
“I know you’re close. Don’t fight it.”
She squirms. “Fier?—”
“Clench your cunt.” The spike of fear when I snarl my words only makes her scent sweeter. Her walls contract, the simple dominant command mixing with the shift of her hips and triggering an orgasm that sends her eyes rolling back. Even the whites of her eyes are sexy to me. I’m down bad for my nightingale.
As Emeline’s muscles relax, she melts. Her full weight drops over my stem and she yelps. I’m quick to shorten it. The feel of her soft ass settling on top of me so fully fills me with daydreams of her riding my face like she just rode my stem.
“Up.”
Emeline’s legs are wobbly as she moves off of me, making it easy for me to push her onto all fours.
I lift my head back to my neck, delighted at how quickly it reattaches.
Power courses through me with every step, radiating from the earth below. Regaining my strength has happened muchmore quickly than Ianticipated. Currents of magic and strength flow up from the very ground. Pumpkins sprout from the earth, dotting the landscape around us. Several grow beneath Emeline, supporting her body. Am I tapping into the earth itself? Does it recognize me as one of its own now that I’m more plant than man? Whatever the reason, I feel strong. Dangerously strong.
My nightingale looks like the devil’s treat bent over in front of me, hands resting on the pumpkins I’ve conjured. I swallow, adjusting to my new body. I’ll need to tamper down my strength if I don’t want to break her in half or spear her all the way through on a vine.
The grotesque new appendage pulsing between my vine-thickened thighs jumps with need.It won’tfit. I judge the width of her stance.It could never fit. I stare at her exposed cunt.I’ll make it fit.
My hips plant behind her. She simpers with anticipation. My strange new hands grip her hips, kneading the excess of soft flesh there. She’s trembling beneath my ministrations.
The first nudge of my tip elicits delighted and fearful sounds from us both. My hips push forward.Please don’t let me tear her in two.
A woman’s screams halt my actions. Another scream meets the first.
Emeline’s head whips side to side.
“Something is happening.”
