Page 14 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

“In this ritual, will you and I…”

Yes, Emily. During the ritual, you will take my cock inside you.

My core becomes wet instantly, and I already know my answer.

“Yes. I’ll do it.”

Kruk nods, a hint of relief in his expression.

The ritual will commence tomorrow at nightfall, in the forest under the full moon. It is there that the magic energies are strongest, vital for the ritual’s power.

Well, fuck me. I just agreed to get railed by a sasquatch.

Chapter nine

I pace around my room, unable to contain my impatience for nightfall. All day I have been aroused, desperate to rub one out, but I'm saving myself for Kruk and our moonlight ritual.

The throbbing sensation between my legs grows stronger with each passing minute. I’m desperately trying to ignore it but the thought of Kruk's colossal cock penetrating deep inside me is too much. Fuck it, I can cum twice in one day.

I slip a hand under my spider silk dress and slide my fingers along my slick folds. I shudder at the contact, stroking myself faster. I’m so close. I’m right on the edge.

Wait, is that footsteps?

I whip my hand back and smooth my dress.

Stripe stands in the doorway, his eyes seeming to glow in the dim light. He tilts his head back, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply. A rumbling growl emanates from his broad chest and his lips pull back, revealing sharp white teeth in a predatory grin.

I can smell your desire, my queen, he says, his cock swelling ever so slightly. But you must wait for your king. Tonight, Kruk will fill you with his seed until your womb swells with new life.

My breath catches at his words and my body clenches in anticipation. He’s right, I need to wait. Tonight, I am Kruk’s.

Just then, Kruk appears in my chamber. His fur is adorned with intricate gold markings. They appear to be some kind of runes. His manhood, already semi-erect, is frighteningly large.

Are you ready, Emily?

I nod mutely, unable to form words as I take in the sight of him. He extends a hand towards me, and I place my trembling one in his warm palm.

We make our way through the dimly lit tunnels of the Eldruk territory until, in the distance, I see moonlight. We continue walking until the underground passageway opens onto a glade in the Payette National Forest. A silvery glow bathes the clearing, cast by the full moon above. The trees around the clearing seem to sway in time with my racing heartbeat, their leaves rustling like whispers of excitement. I can feel the Eldruk's eyes on us, their presence electric in the air. There is no turning back now.

A sacred circle has been laid on the ground, at its edges I can see intricate runes that glow with an ethereal blue. Kruk leads me into the center. He turns to face me, his eyes burning with a primal fire that both terrifies and arouses me. His hand trembles ever so slightly as he brushes a lock of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.

Are you sure you want this, Emily? he asks, his voice husky with barely restrained desire. Once we begin the ritual, there is no turning back.

I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"I'm sure."

Relief and lust mingle in his eyes as he nods.

Very well. Lay down.

I comply, the ground is soft against my back. Kruk kneels between my legs. Slowly, he trails one claw down my body, slicing through the fabric of my gown. I gasp as the scraps of white material fall away, leaving me exposed.

Kruk's eyes devour my naked form hungrily.

So beautiful.

He runs his hands along my inner thighs, parting them. I whimper in anticipation.

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