Page 13 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

We have been here as long as the forests themselves. Millennia have passed since the first Eldruk walked these lands. We have seen civilizations rise and fall, yet we remain hidden, part of the world but apart from its conflicts.

"Why stay hidden? There are thousands of humans who are waiting to meet you," I probe further, leaning in.

Because the world of humans is not ready for us. Fear and misunderstanding drive your kind. We seek to live in peace, without the threat of harm or exploitation.

As we talk, I find myself drawn into the rhythm of his speech, the thoughtful pauses, the way his eyes reflect a profound understanding of the world. There's a charisma about him that's hard to ignore, a charm that goes beyond his words.

"Have the Eldruk always lived underground?" I continue, intrigued.

Not always. The surface was once our home, but as human populations grew, we retreated beneath the earth. These caverns provide shelter and secrecy, elements vital for our survival.

The way Kruk describes his history, I find myself not just listening, but truly connecting with his story. It’s as if every word weaves a deeper bond between us, pulling me into a world I never knew existed.

"And your people, the Eldruk," I say, "do you all possess the ability to communicate like this?" I tap my temple lightly, indicating the telepathic connection.

Yes. It is a gift of the Eldruk, one that strengthens our community and keeps us united.

As the conversation flows, I'm not just charmed; I'm enchanted. Kruk, with his blend of wisdom and warmth, seems more than just a leader of his people — he's a bridge to a forgotten world, and I'm standing at the threshold, captivated by every word.

As we continue talking, a thought strikes me.

"I've noticed I've only encountered male Eldruk. Are the females in another part of the caves?" I ask, scanning Kruk’s face for a reaction.

Kruk's expression turns somber.

There are no females. They died out long ago due to a disease that afflicted only our kind.

My eyes widen in surprise.

"Then, how do you... I mean, how do the Eldruk reproduce?"

The question feels awkward as soon as I utter it, but my curiosity pushes me past the discomfort. Kruk hesitates, his eyes locking with mine.

This is why you are here, Emily.

I pause, confused.

“I don't understand. I'm human. I can’t reproduce with the Eldruk.”

There is a ritual. It was first performed by our ancestors when the lines between our kinds were not so strictly drawn. This ritual will enable you to carry our offspring.

Without meaning to, I accidentally glance down at Kruk’s colossal dong.

I realize that we are… intimidating in that department. But I promise that the act of copulation will bring you nothing but extreme pleasure.

His emphasis on the words “extreme pleasure” creates a flutter in my stomach and I press my thighs together, trying to compose myself as he continues.

You witnessed the Eldruk mating in the woods and felt the primal pleasure resonate within you. This was no coincidence. It was a sign that you have been chosen. No one else would be able to handle the immense pleasure as you would.

I think back to what I witnessed in the woods. The way their heaving bodies entranced me. The uncontrollable lust that rose up within me. Is Kruk right? Am I the chosen one?

Emily, you will need to fully consent to this ritual. If you do not desire this position of pleasure, I will ensure your safe return to the human realm.

His voice is solemn, his gaze intense, ensuring I understand the choice is mine.

Be wary of your choice, Emily. If you choose to become the Eldruk queen, you cannot return to your old life. Once the ritual is complete, your decision is final. You will be bound to our world, our ways.

I have one more question to ask Kruk. I take a deep breath before asking, a little nervous as to what the answer might be.

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