Chapter Three
Goliath
My stalk twirled in the soil, the leaves peeping out as I did my best to keep hidden. It was a problem with the ‘old-fashioned sweetie’ scent that came off the dark-haired beauty who I’d spied the first day and been unable to keep away from. I’d become true to what the townsfolk said about me; I stalked the llama. Yes. I’d listened in to the parcel talking about the pride. It was hard to block them all out with the drama that came with someone trying to attack a stalk right on the street. Something that to my knowledge had never happened before the mon… no, not monsters, they didn’t like that term. Tim had learned that lesson the hard way, as had we with his habitual singing to apologize to his mate.
Mates… it was all I could think about as I’d returned to the pride house to stalk—watch the dark-haired lovely whose name was Drew. A llama, he was equally pretty in both forms. The llama had shifted just the day before and rolled right over the top of me. Not that he’d known that, or I didn’t think so ‘cause I’d been deep in the soil. A place I’d taken to hiding in because of…
A deep-seated blush worked its way through my stalk, and cum squirted into the soil that was scented with the pretty llama who right now was kneeling above me. He managed to find the exact spot every day where I was hiding—stalking. A part of me hoped it was because he could scent me the way I could him.
I might not have the words to give him, but each time he sprayed cum over the soil, not quite touching me, I found it harder to go home, to leave him. The trouble the town was having with those that wanted us to hate the new pride gave me my first mad in decades. So I made sure to stay close—it wasn’t an excuse to be near in case Drew decided to pay a visit to this patch of earth— so I could protect my mate. I wanted to tell Drew all of this I did; I just hadn’t found the courage yet to knock on the door and ask him out on a date.
He's about to cover you in cum, so don’t you think we’re past this?
My rhubarb half had taken to talking to me, and I wanted to sigh at the truth of it, but the man above me slipped his fingers under his balls, and I wiggled even closer to get a better look. I wanted to be in that now sticky hole. Wanted to push my stalk in there and twirl until he squeezed me tight enough to get me cumming deep inside him.
The idea of giving him baby stalks, a parcel of our own after hearing Ricky’s mate and Tim were pregnant, made me yearn. My leaves spread wide and tickled the dripping cock.
“Oh fuck, yeah, that’s right, flutter those leaves,” Drew murmured, his thrusts increasing as I didn’t resist and fanned them out for him.
I blushed recalling the first time he’d pulled out that pretty little cock, all pink and flushed, looking tastier than any stalk I’d ever seen. I’d wanted to brush my leaves down it to see if it was as silky as it looked. It was. A shiver ran from root to leaf as he continued to tell me what he wanted. I was an alpha, but in reality, I didn’t have a dominant bone in my body. I liked it when I was told what to do.
Him using that breathy voice, yeah, I could get off just listening to him demanding me to touch him. It was too much to resist, and in the soil where I’d buried myself to hide the first time when my dark-haired lovely had wandered down to the far end of the garden, I had never been so brave.
“That’s it. I want to spray my cum all over you. Watch it trickle over your stalk until you cum.”
My leaves strained with the desire, and I felt my custard leak from me, but I waited. I wanted to please my mate. Give him everything the only way I knew how, by fulfilling his dreams and keeping myself hidden so he wouldn’t be disappointed to find he’d gotten lumbered with me.
His eyes remained shut tight, his brow furrowed and gleaming with sweat as he sank a finger deep in his ass. He mewled, and I didn’t shy away like I had done before. The first splash on my leaves and custard fired out of me. My stalk twirled upright, the leaves frantic to get any drop of cum to sprinkle them and seep down my stalk so it could mix my custard.
I panted, sure I went cross-eyed at one point as the llama fell forward, panting and groaning, as he struggled to balance on one hand while he continued to fuck his ass right in my face. The urge to shift and lick his hole with how he smelled became a battle.
“I’m a pervert,” he muttered breathlessly.
What?