Chapter 6 #2
Vale’s eyes glowed brighter. He climbed onto the riverbank, water sloshing over her bare feet as he crouched over her, his knees digging into the grass near her feet.
He grabbed her legs, dragging her up.
He wants to watch, Ivy realized. She didn’t try to close her legs again, but she couldn’t help the embarrassment that flooded up underneath the lust as he peered between her legs.
The vine was still growing, thrusting in and out with wet noises that made her blush.
She almost wished the pollen could turn her mind off entirely, replacing it with animal lust. It would make it easier to let him watch her like this, naked and claimed as the vine fucked into her.
As if it heard her thoughts—which, who knew, maybe it had—the pollen raced through her again, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“I want it,” she heard herself say, her hips working against the vine. She reached down, touching Vale’s narrow stomach. “Can I touch it?”
Vale looked up from her stuffed hole. “What?”
“Your—” Ivy had just enough of herself left to be embarrassed to say it. “Your cock. Can I touch it?”
Vale pulled her closer. Ivy’s breath hitched as her thighs bumped up against his damp, bony legs, her hand falling easily onto the exposed head of his cock.
Ivy gasped. It wasn’t human-shaped. Not entirely, anyway. His cockhead was almost flat at the tip, and it was much wider than the rest of him.
She gripped it firmly, entranced. The foreskin ended halfway down his shaft now. She smoothed it back over his oddly shaped cockhead, reveling in the cool, silky texture.
Vale growled, curling over her with his fangs gritted. “Enough. I will mate you now.”
The vine inside Ivy swelled so wide she cried out in alarm. It didn’t hurt, but it was so close to pain that her hands flew down to still the vine.
Vale grabbed her hands and pinned them to the grass. “It will not harm you. It is too… fond of you.”
He still sounded confused. Maybe even betrayed. Mostly, he sounded impatient, grinding his huge, cool cock against her thigh where the vine was holding her open.
Ivy bit her lip. “Will you harm me?”
“I will do my best not to,” Vale replied.
Ivy couldn’t help it: she laughed. What else could she do, lying naked and sex-pollened underneath a literal monster who would try not to hurt her?
The vine slid out of her. Ivy jerked in shock, her hole squeezing around nothing.
Vale watched the vine retreat.
“Are you done?” he asked the vine. “Do you want another minute with your new favorite person?”
The vine, still slick with Ivy’s juices, curled around Vale’s antler and squeezed. Then it let go, sliding down to pet Ivy’s ankle.
“You are nonsensical,” Vale told the vine.
Ivy stared at him, stupidly charmed. There, finally, was the creature whom the void loved so much. She could feel its love radiating through her, glad to have him back.
Then Vale pushed his big, flat cockhead into her, and any borrowed love she felt was replaced by a pollen-lust so overwhelming she could do nothing but whimper while it rolled through her.
It ached. Even with the vine stretching her out, his cockhead was too big for her body to take. But it felt too good for Ivy to care. The pollen made her wild, her hips bucking as he slid inside.
Vale grunted, thrusting deeper. After the blunt width of the cockhead, the shaft pushed in shockingly easily. At least, some of it did. When Ivy managed to lift her head, she was dismayed to see that barely a third of his cock was inside her.
Vale grunted, his claws digging into her wrists. “You are so tight. I should have let that vine keep mating you.”
“Wasn’t enough,” Ivy gasped. “Want you.”
Vale growled and fucked her faster, his flat cockhead bumping into the end of her hole.
The wide shape of it dragged deliciously against her insides, making Ivy cry out with each thrust. The pain somehow made it better: the sharp dig of his claws around her wrists; the impossible stretch of his cock; the feeling of his cockhead slamming into the end of her hole like it wanted to fuck through it.
“More,” Ivy cried. “Please, more.”
But there was no more. Vale could only fit so much of himself inside her. He could push further—of course, he could with all that raw strength—but he didn’t. He didn’t want to damage her, Ivy realized with shock.
She came like that, her wrists restrained and her hole bruised. The pollen washed over her in a huge, hot rush and then retreated, satisfied.
For now, anyhow.
Ivy’s head was clearer now. Less frenzied. She would have expected to be horrified. Instead, she found herself spreading her legs as wide as she could, the vines helping her along as her thighs ached and her hole twinged with each stroke of Vale’s brutal cock.
Vale curled over her and froze, trembling. Ivy felt him get even bigger inside her, and then he was gushing, pulse after pulse, until it spilled out around him. Come coated her thighs, dripping over the vines that were holding her legs open.
It went on for an inhumanly long time. Ivy arched to watch him pulse inside her, her mouth watering as she saw the cock stretching her open.
She did wish he could fit. But the fact that it didn’t meant she got to watch his beautiful cock throb with each round he put inside her, come dribbling down her legs to pool in the grass below.
Finally, Vale sagged, his antlers pressing into the ground. Holding himself up, Ivy realized with alarm. He was breathing raggedly, his hands shaking around her legs.
She touched one antler cautiously. It felt like a stupid question to ask a Skullstalker, but…
“Are you alright?”
Vale startled. Ivy wondered when someone last touched him.
“I believe I should be asking you that,” Vale said.
He pulled out. Ivy gasped in pain, and this time the vines did not stop her when she closed her legs. One of them—the one that had been inside her, if the sticky residue was any indication—petted her hip comfortingly.
She could feel the void’s admiration in the back of her head.
It was proud of her. It thought she’d done well.
Ivy couldn’t help but tear up at the praise.
She couldn’t remember the last time someone was proud of her.
Even when she agreed to be the Circle’s sacrifice, her uncle had only patted her arm and smiled as if it was exactly what he’d expected.
Vale sat up, chest heaving. “Ivy.”
“Hmm? Oh! I’m alright.” Ivy wiped her eyes and sat up gingerly, grimacing when it made come gush out of her tender hole. “Sorry.”
Vale huffed a noise that was not quite a growl and pushed himself up. It took some effort, both hands braced on the grass so hard he left claw marks.
Ivy frowned. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“The void weakens,” Vale said after a moment. “I weaken with it.”
Ivy tried to look like this was new information. She didn’t need to fake the worry. “What do you mean? What happened?”
“You,” Vale said.
The void was still in her head. Ivy tried to push it away, suddenly terrified. If it knew what she’d done, it would tell Vale. He would devour her whole for it, and she couldn’t blame him. This void was strange and dangerous, but it shouldn’t be poisoned.
She hugged her knees. But before she could beg for mercy, Vale continued.
“You would not know,” he said. “My void would not let you stay if you did something to hurt it. Your mortals, however… Did they mention a plan?”
Ivy stared up at him. The wilderness void was still in her head; she could feel it drifting around her skull. It had to know. Why not tell him?
“No,” she said when the void didn’t do anything to alert him. “Just the trade. Me for the weapons.”
Vale said nothing for several long moments. Then he turned, stepping back into the river. With his back toward her, he said, “They must truly believe in their fight to give you up.”
Ivy watched him climb further into the river, stunned. His tone was gruff, but his words were so much more than she would expect from a monster she had done nothing but inconvenience from the moment she arrived.
Vale bent down, scooping a handful of water and emptying it over his antlers. It ran down his body in a way that was so distracting, it made Ivy worry the pollen was starting again.
“Come,” he said impatiently. “You still need to wash.”