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But Bryn shuddered, tears in her eyes as her thighs trembled for me. “I think he– he?—”
“He took your barrier. And I made you come." The realization slammed me. “I am sorry, old friend.” I sent my apology upward as his branches folded around me. Dagan locked my head against her pussy. I closed my eyes and licked her, my apology to them both on my tongue and she remained still, letting her inch her way to the bottom of his length.
She whimpered and groaned and cried, but she never fought us. By the time she was seated on Dagan’s cock, full midnight settled over the forest. I’d nearly come in the nice silk pants I got in town with her every time she did. Her cum slicked his trunk, the scent of her permeating everything. Rubbing my cock through the slinky material was the most amazing tease, complemented by Bryn writhing, impaled on a tree god’s cock.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured.
“I can’t– Not again. Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide.
Two slim branches extended from above us, Dagan whispering and muttering in a discontented way. Unusual, seeing as a pretty girl was sitting on his dick. The sticks flattened, and began to gently circle her breasts until each was encased in a spiral, her erect nipple teased through the middle. Bryn moaned again as the flattened twigs caressed her nipples until they were swollen and so tight I suspected a few twists would get her off, then the flat twigs clamped down.
Bryn screamed, jerking on his cock.
“He doesn’t like when you swear, princess.”Or maybe he does.I lapped at her pretty pussy, soothing the stretched lips, sucking her flesh and leaving my marks on her thighs. “You cando this. We can keep you here all night. All day, too. Who’s going to come in here looking for you?”
Bryn’s eyes rolled back and she arched, her next pending orgasm already coating Dagan’s cock. I licked around her new toy as it pulsed, pushing up deeper into her. Its girth thickened. I watched carefully and when I knew she couldn't safely take any more, I rapped my knuckles hard on Dagan’s trunk.
The wooden cock stopped swelling. Bryn leaned forward, panting. Sweat dripped from her brow. A small thread of drool hung from her lips. I turned my face up, licking at the glossy strand until I found her mouth, kissing her with the taste of her orgasm still on my lips.
Then I delved back between her legs, sucking and teasing her clit while Dagan was still embedded deep within her, and brought her back to the brink of orgasm and over.
Again and again.
And again.
After all, we had all night with no one to disturb us or tell her to stop. She didn’t ask, either. Not even when she cried and trembled in my hands.
Not once.
And we loved her for it.
SIX
BRYN
Iwoke wrapped in a warm, gray blanket that snored. Where my bed should have been semi-lumpy beneath me, strong arms tucked me into the cuddliest, thrumming quilt in history.
No, that wasn’t quite right.
Not arms–legs with paws and claws, the thrumming matched a slow, methodic heartbeat of the man who both scared and loved me.
Forest. Floor. Tree.
Wolf.
Last night was about far more than sex. I saw that in the adoration lighting his eyes as he brought me pleasure over and over but never took his own, at least not that I saw before I passed out in his embrace. My tears flowed as he kissed me slowly, sweetly, massaging my scalp with those same claws that never seemed to retract. That he loved me was never in question. From what he said, he could—should—have killed me, and takenme away for whatever reward he claimed. But he didn’t. Instead, Wolf played with me, worshiping at Dagan’s strange altar.
And somewhere in the midst of the forest’s taboo melee, I fell for him right back.
Or maybe I always had, knowing he was by my window each night, unafraid for his presence. Having seen those eyes when he chose to show himself, and not taken me then. He protected me, and now it was time to protect him right back.
Because I wasn’t certain if he was right, but I was scared that he might be. That seed of doubt took root as I slipped my bared body from his protective embrace, sliding onto the hard earth and grabbed for what remained of my cloak. My dress was a moot point—the bundle of thin blue cloth that never held warmth anyway was a mess of ragged strips where his claws ripped it from me.
I wrapped the last of the material around me, though it didn't carry the residual warmth of Wolf’s furry cuddle. I missed his heartbeat immediately, but refused not to dwell on that thought. Keeping my steps quiet, I left the clearing through a slim gap between two trunks I was certain was how my furry lover entered the clearing the night before.
I was halfway to Gran’s when the rustles started, a trail of shivering leaves that followed my path, keeping up with me.
“You’re not right,” I muttered, walking faster. My feet pounded the ground harder, knowing I couldn't escape Dagan’s omnipresent eyes. “You’renot.”
