Page 2 of Little Green Vines
A black shadow moved near the treeline, and I ran over to investigate. I stopped just shy of where the green grass of my property gave way to the crunchy fallen leaves of years past. I was still barefoot, and not only were the warnings of never going into the woods alone running through my mind, I wasn't crazy about trekking through there without shoes on. I decided I'd run back to my house to get my shoes. If I could still hear the noise when I got back out here with appropriate footwear, I'd go in a little ways to see if I could find the poor thing.
As soon as I turned my back though, a soft meow came from right behind me. I looked down to see a tiny black kitten staring up at me with big green eyes.
"Oh my goodness," I murmured. "Are you okay? Look how small you are!" I leaned down to pick the tiny thing up, but it darted out of reach, a couple of steps into the forest. "Come on, little baby. Don't make me walk in there without shoes. Come here and I'll give you some food."
The kitten just meowed and started walking away.
"Ah, fuck." I groaned. Judging by its small size, if I let it go now, it wouldn't make it through the night. I gingerly placed my foot down on the rougher terrain. The last thing I needed was a splinter, or for a snake to pop out and bite me. "Stop right there, baby cat!"
It spun around slowly and plopped its little butt down, staring at me intensely.
"Just come here and you can sleep in my house tonight. Safe from all the scary things that live out here." I tried to walk as carefully as possible, not wanting to spook the kitten or hurt the soles of my feet. So far so good—the little black ball of fluff was staying put, and I was so close. Just another few steps...
My heart sank when the kitten took off, meowing as it ran just over a small embankment. Sighing, I decided to try for maybe half an hour to capture the thing, and then it was on its own. I had plenty to finish doing today; I didn't want to be out here too late.
"Here, kitty, kitty!" I cooed, hoping it would come closer. Twigs snapped underfoot, and I cringed each time. I sounded like a bull charging through a china shop.
It was at that moment I realized I was the only thing making any sort of noise in the forest at all. The kitten had stopped crying, there was zero breeze, no birdsong or the sounds of squirrels scurrying up tall trees. There was nothing. Which could only mean one thing.
Something dangerous was nearby, and I was the last one to know about it.
Ifloated above the ground, gliding through the forest as I spied on my little flower. Such a sweet, ripe little treat for me. I'd been waiting for so long to have a taste and now here she was, in my woods. All alone. And so deliciously slick between her legs from the show she’d put on for me. I’d watched eagerly as she plunged that vegetable in and out of her dripping cunt, the sounds of her arousal reaching me clear into the forest. The girl was clearly in desperate need of something, and I was positive it was me.
Anyone could've seen her writhing around on the ground like a little whore without a care, which would've really sent me into a fit of rage. That pussy belonged to me—now that I'd seen how delectable it truly was, there was nothing my sweet flower would be able to do to stop me from having it. There were other demons like me throughout the world, allowed to exist on this plane but banished to the forests, held back by some sort of magic that stopped us from taking whatever humans we felt like. It had been five hundred years since I’d tasted a human woman, and finally,finally,I was able to act.
She was leaning over a fallen tree, catching her breath and looking for the kitten. She'd never find it... because it wasn't real. It was merely a parlor trick I could use to entice and manipulate. People were always wanting to save helpless baby animals—that hadn't changed over the centuries and I doubted it ever would.
I watched her body stiffen the moment she realized the woods were quiet. Too quiet. The muscles in her back tensed, and I knew she was straining her hearing. My little flower would be wondering if she was truly in danger or if it was all just in her head...
I picked up a stone and tossed it to the left, wanting to drive her to the right, deeper into my domain. She spun around, her eyes frantically searching for the source of the noise.
"Hello?" she called, pressing a hand to her heaving chest. Her tits were nearly spilling out of that dress, making my mouth water with desire. I wanted to mark them with my teeth, turn them pink with my hands.
I tossed another stone, a heavier one this time, and it did the trick. My little flower made the most delectable squeak and started running. She would end up right where I wanted her.
And then I would have my treat.
My feet were taking a beating, but for all I knew, a wolf was onto my scent. Something was definitely stalking me. It seemed like the harder I tried to get away, the more turned around I got. I'd long since given up on the kitten. I hadn't heard it again, and I hoped it was just sleeping somewhere, safe and sound.
But the sun was starting to go down; it would be dusk soon. The woods seemed to spin around me in circles, the trees looking more and more familiar, as though I'd passed by the same ones a hundred times now.
"I'll just stop here for a few minutes," I said to myself, as I slowly padded over to a log to sit down on. I was so thirsty I could've finished off a gallon of water, but I didn't see a single stream or body of water yet. That didn't make sense either, because I knew for a fact that waterways ran through these hills. Hell, I'd been to a few of them with my father when I was younger. I'd just catch my breath and calm down—panicking wouldn't do me any good.
Something slithered over my foot, and I screamed, stumbling backward. I scanned the forest floor, fully expecting to see a snake, but all I saw were vines. I was getting more and more paranoid by the minute.
"You're overreacting. Just sit down, take some deep breaths, and AH!" I screeched, jumping up when I felt that same sensation sliding around my ankle. When my foot hit the ground though, I came down on some wet leaves, causing my ankle to turn. "Ow! Fuck!"
I hopped on my one good foot a few times, and then something wrapped around my leg and pulled, sending me crashing face first to the forest floor. My heart racing, I tried to push myself up but I was already sliding down a fairly steep embankment. I braced myself; I knew it was going to hurt when I hit the ground. Squeezing my eyes shut, I held my breath for the impact... but it never came.
I slowly cracked open my eyes to see that I was laying at the bottom of the hill that I’d definitely rolled down, but my body felt—I wiggled my toes and fingers—fine. I wasn't grievously injured. In fact, I was pretty sure I might’ve only gained a few scrapes and bruises. How was that possible?
I let my head fall to the side, and gasped as I took in a cabin. A cabin, out here, in the middle of the woods. Sitting up, I noticed there was smoke coming from the chimney, so there was obviously someone living out here. My thirst returned with a vengeance, and I carefully stood up, hoping that whoever lived here was friendly and had water to spare. Maybe I could stay here for the night, and they could help me get back home tomorrow.
My ankle was a little tender, so I limped my way over to the little house. It looked as though the woods were trying to reclaim the structure. Moss grew heavily along the wooden siding, with different varieties of toadstools growing right out from the moss. The roof was a thatch style that looked in fairly decent shape. The most unique aspect of the place was that it seemed to be built directly into the hillside.
I didn't want to startle whoever lived here, so I wasn't quiet as I approached. There were stepping stones of large pieces of an oak tree that led to a split, Dutch-style door. Only the bottom half was closed, and a delicious smell wafted from within the homey cabin. My stomach growled.
"Well, don't just stand out there. Do come in." A husky feminine voice joined the strong aromas and seemed to float right out of the door into the wilderness.
