Page 9 of Mushy Stuff
He drops his hand from his cock, and now I can see what he was hiding. It’s bioluminescent, so it glows just like the mushrooms in his cave. He’s already hard and it’s huge, which makes sense because he’s huge. It’s much larger than any cock I’ve ever seen. There are ridges that run along the shaft, and they look like they’d feel amazing. There’s also something that seems to be wrapped around the base of it, kind of like a cock ring, except I can tell it’s a part of him. Suddenly whatever it is starts uncoiling and moves on its own, and I gasp. It’s like a vine, but it’s bumpy almost like a thick string of beads. It unwraps from around his cock, coiling in on itself a couple of times. Then it uncoils and wraps back around the base of his cock.
I look up at Wold with wide eyes. He’s just watching me study him. His glowing eyes lock with mine. He reaches his hand out and runs the knuckles of his fingers along my jaw, then lightly presses the claw of his thumb against my bottom lip. I whimper a little at his touch.
He locks eyes with mine again, and says, “Do you trust me, my little sprite?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
He growls and says, “You shouldn’t.”
I start to say, “Don’t s—”
His growl cuts me off. Then he says, “Run.”
I stare at him, startled. “What?”
He gives me a wide devilish grin, showing off his huge fangs. “Run.”
Chapter 7
Igasp,thenIrun.
I run straight out of the cave and keep going. I hop over any twigs or roots that I see poking up.
The sun is setting, and it’s already getting dark in the forest, so it’s pretty hard to see where I’m going. I don’t even know where to go.
I get a short distance away, and I hear an echoing roar coming from Wold’s cave. I scream and run faster, not caring about the sting of sticks when I step on them.
My mind is racing. Is he playing with me, or is he really hunting me? This has to be a game; he seemed so sweet before…
I hear something that sounds like tearing wood, and I look over my shoulder. I can see Wold’s shadowy shape andglowing eyes halfway up a huge tree trunk. He seems to be hanging on with his claws and tail. He leaps to the next trunk and grabs on with his claws, tearing small chunks out of the trunk as he does. He keeps chasing me this way, leaping from tree to tree.
Oh gods, heisa monster. Real fear begins to bloom inside me. What was I thinking trusting him? What is wrong with me? I even took my clothes off to swim!?
As I look over my shoulder again, he lets out a loud growl, and then a roar. I cover my mouth, holding in a scream, and keep running. Fear and a tiny bit of excitement coil in my stomach and create a terrifying longing that goes straight to my groin as I run.
I look over my shoulder again to see where he is, and my shin slams into an exposed root. I cry out as I fall, sprawling face down on the ground.
Suddenly Wold drops down in front of me. I look up to see him stalking towards me. He lets out a feral growl.
I scream and scramble to my feet again. I turn to run when he suddenly tackles me. He twists us to soften the blow, but he still ends up on top of me.
I’m trembling beneath him, face down in the dirt. I feel his big body press against mine for just a moment, and I feel his cock against my butt. I whimper. Then he flips me over and cages me with his huge body. I’m panting andshaking as I look at him, and I see the ferocious gleam in his eye.
The vines intermixed with his hair grow and reach toward me. I gasp as they wrap around my wrists. Wold uses his claws to tear through where they connect to his scalp. There is a snarled mass of exposed tree roots near my head at the base of a large tree, and Wold wraps the ends of the vines around one of its roots.
I whimper and shiver when he yanks the vines tight; my hands firmly bound above my head.
Wold wraps his big hand around my jaw and tilts my head to the side. I can feel the bite of his claws. He runs his nose along my throat, and I hear him breathe deeply. It makes me shiver again.
My voice is a small whisper when I ask, “What are you going to do with me?”
He just growls, and it sparks fear and arousal in me.
He slowly runs his face down my neck and onto my chest. He stops between my breasts, his face nuzzled to my breastbone. He takes another deep breath, and licks up the length of my breastbone and up my throat with a long, sinuous, forked tongue. I gasp.
My nipples are aching with longing. He lightly nips at the base of my throat, and I let out a quiet whimper. He growls at that.
He moves his hand from my jaw and runs it down my body straight to my pussy. I cry out as he runs his knuckles through my already slick folds. He drags one knuckle back and begins circling my clit, and I moan loudly.
