Page 21 of Bigfoot Threw Rocks at Me

"Let go," I urge them both. "Cum for me."

Stripe tosses back his head and roars, the guttural sound primal and raw. His claws dig into Mark's hips as his rhythm grows faster, more frenzied. Mark cries out wordlessly, spurred on by the building crescendo of our passion. I feel Mark swell and pulse inside me as his orgasm takes over. Hot, thick jets of cum fill me up, triggering my own shattering climax. My back arches up off the bed as waves of pleasure crash through me.

Mark collapses onto me, utterly spent and exhausted. His body trembles with aftershocks as he struggles to catch his breath. But Stripe isn't finished yet. With a grunt, he pulls his massive cock free from Mark's stretched hole. Stripe then uses one huge hand to gently roll Mark's limp body off of me. I gasp as Mark's softening cock slips free of my dripping pussy. Stripe's eyes gleam hungrily as he takes in my prone, pleasure-wracked form beneath him.

Stripe hooks his arms under my knees and lifts my lower body up off the bed. I moan as the new position causes Mark's cum to leak from my throbbing pussy. Stripe rubs the swollen purple head of his cock through my soaked folds, coating himself in the slick evidence of Mark's release. Then he begins to press into me, my walls stretching impossibly wide around his massive girth. I cry out, lost in a haze of pain and pleasure.

Stripe fucks me over and over. Each plunge sends ripples of pleasure radiating through my core. The pleasure builds again within me, rising higher and higher until my climax crashes over me like a tidal wave. I screamed Stripe's name as my pussy spasms and clenches around his driving cock. Stripe roars as my pulsing inner walls milk his shaft. With a final brutal thrust, he slams into me, up to the hilt, and holds himself there as his cock erupts. Blast after blast of hot cum floods my womb until it can hold no more. Our combined juices overflow, trickling down my thighs and pooling on the moss beneath me.

Stripe slowly pulls out, his member dripping with our combined juices. He gives me a satisfied grunt as he collapses onto the bed alongside Mark and me.

I curl up between my two lovers, utterly spent and satisfied. Mark stirs beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist and nuzzling into my neck.

"That was incredible," he murmurs. "I've never felt anything like that before."

Stripe grunts in agreement, pressing his furry body against my back. His arms come around to envelop both Mark and me in his warm embrace.

I sigh contentedly, basking in the afterglow. I can't imagine anything more wonderful than being here with the Eldruk, experiencing intimacy and passion beyond anything I've ever known.

My old life seems so far away now. The world outside these walls doesn't exist anymore. All that matters is this new family.

Chapter twelve

Mark and I stand at the entrance to the Eldruk tunnels, the midday sun is high overhead. The air is thick with the scent of pine and earth — a sharp contrast to the cool, muted world of the tunnels behind us.

Mark looks down at me, eyes filled with a mix of emotions.

"Emily, I'm sorry," he begins, his voice thick. "I didn’t believe you about the Bigfoot. I should have trusted you more."

I shake my head gently, reaching out to touch his arm.

"Mark, no apology is needed. The past is the past."

He nods, but I can see the effort it takes for him to accept my reassurance.

"I’ve seen so much now," he continues. "Felt so much. I understand why you need to do this. Your destiny... It's incredible, Emily. And I’m... I’m really proud of you."

His words warm my heart.

"Thank you, Mark. That means a lot to me." I pause, gathering my thoughts. "You’ve been a huge part of my life. Becoming the Eldruk queen... it changes a lot for me, but it doesn’t change what we've had. I want you to know that."

Mark's eyes soften, and he pulls me into a hug. It's a strong, warm embrace.

"I know, Em. And I respect you so much for taking this on. Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I promise," I whisper.

We stand there for a moment longer, holding onto the past for just a minute more. Finally, we step back. Mark looks at me once more, his gaze lingering as if memorizing my face.

"Take care of yourself, Em. And if you ever need anything..."

"I know where to find you," I finish for him, offering a small, bittersweet smile.

He nods, gives me one last look filled with love, then turns and walks away. I watch him go. There is no sadness, no regret. Only the feeling of resolute strength, knowing I am making the right choice.

Kruk appears at the entrance just as Mark disappears from view. We don't speak at first; he simply nods to me, and we turn together to walk back into the cool shadows of the tunnels. As we move through the dimly lit passageways, our footsteps echo softly off the walls. The air is cool and smells of earth and moss. It's a scent I've come to associate with safety and a new beginning.

"Kruk," I begin, my voice echoing slightly, "were you jealous of the time I spent with Mark and Stripe?"

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