9. Chapter 9
I startle awake for the second time in two days, but this time, I’m not naked on my couch, I’m wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets on a bed.
I sit up, too quickly I might add. My head pounds, and there’s a split second I think that last night was all another dream.
Gradually, all my senses come back online.
The dull ache of my pussy makes itself known, along with the slight sting of the cuts on my thigh and the raw sensation of my skin against the blankets; no doubt sensitive from spending an evening fucking on the dirt.
Bright light shines through the windows of my bedroom. Without seeing a clock I know it has to be at least mid-morning. I drag a hand through my hair and find that it’s not messy or dirty as I expected. It’s even a little wet. I sniff it and find it smells of my shampoo.
I look around the room for signs of life, straining my hearing to see if I can note any movement in the farmhouse, but there’s nothing. I’m naked in my bed and there’s no signs another person—or scarecrow god—slept here with me.
Pulling back the covers, I notice my body is clean as well.
But the already healing cuts on my thigh are there, along with marks from what I can only guess are his fingers on my thighs.
My pussy clenches, remembering what every second with Silas felt like.
The swelling of his knot, the searing heat of his cum, the texture of his cock.
I stand, heart hammering as I slip on my robe and go in search of him. I run down the staircase, the wood creaking with each step. Silas doesn’t greet me, and I dart to the window, looking out at the corn field to where he’s been watching every day since I arrived.
The wooden cross stands tall and empty. Relief floods my system at the same time as worry. Is he gone? Did he leave? Did I dream this whole thing and that cross has been empty the whole time? That can’t be true, the evidence of what we did is on my body.
Not caring about shoes, or the fact I’m in the thinnest and shortest silk robe known to man, I run out of the farmhouse and toward the field.
There’s no breeze, and the air is warmer than it was yesterday.
The sun is high in the sky, beating down on me as I push back the stalks of corn that look more alive and healthy than they did yesterday.
I ignore that fact as the dirt digs into my sore feet, and the long leaves whack against my face and body.
Minutes later I enter the small clearing, but before I can reach the cross, I’m snatched around the waist. I scream out of instinct, and a hand presses over my mouth, stopping the guttural noise. Smoke and spice fill my nostrils and my body relaxes back against Silas’s unmistakable chest.
“Trying to run already, eager one?” he mutters against the column of my neck.
I smile beneath his gloved hand. The question is a silly one. If I was trying to run, I wouldn’t have come toward his resting place. He presses his growing bulge against my backside, and I grind myself back into him.
He chuckles, the sound filling my belly with deep and insatiable need for him.
“I see,” he runs his lips along my neck. “So desperate for your mate, you couldn’t wait to be filled with my cock again.”
Mate. He’s been calling me that. I should question it, just like I should be questioning everything that’s happened over the last two days, but that’s not what I want to do right now.
He removes his hand so I can speak.
“Silas,” I moan. “Please.”
“Please what?” He licks my skin, hands groping my breasts through the silk robe.
“Fuck me. Use me. Make me yours again.”
That same delirium that I felt last night overtakes me, and I’m putty in his hands. He bites my neck, pain skittering through my body. I have no doubt that it will leave a mark, which I’m positive was his intent.
“You’ve always been mine, Harper. And you will be forever.”
With quick movements Silas bends me over, exposing my ass and pussy to him. “Grab hold of the cross.”
I do what he asks, hearing the rustling of fabric against his body. A body I want to study in the daylight and imprint inside my mind.
Silas wastes no time, dragging this cockhead over my already dripping pussy.
“My seed is still leaking out of your sweet cunt,” he admires.
Silas plunges into me with no remorse, my sore pussy taking him in despite it being well used.
My hands grip the bottom of the cross, rough wood digging into my palms, and I let out a low keen from the stretch of him.
Silas groans, his already swelling knot rubbing against my entrance. I push my ass back, wanting it inside me to.
“Already a whore for me. Do you need me to breed you again? Shove my knot so deep it will leave a gaping space in your cunt that always needs to be filled?”
“Yes! Give me everything, Silas.”
That’s all he needs. My scarecrow god holds my hips with brutal strength, snapping his hips back before plowing his knobbed cock and fat knot into me in one swift thrust.
I come without warning, black night and a galaxy of stars bursting behind my eyelids.
“My Harper,” Silas grunts, rutting into me so his knot pulls and tugs, slipping partially out before swelling too large to do so again. Still Silas fucks me as best he can, the short thrusts jiggling my ass, and making my tits sway.
“Fill me up, Silas. I need to feel your cum inside me.”
Silas smacks my ass, before reaching his rough hand around my body until he meets my clit.
“Come again. Take what is yours, and I’ll take what’s mine,” he commands.
I scream out my second orgasm, my pussy fluttering around his cock as his knot swells, that same ballooning sensation as last night overwhelming my body. Silas slams once, twice, before locking inside my cunt and releasing his cum. Hot jets coat my insides, filling me up exactly how I asked.
“So perfect for me, taking me so well,” Silas soothes as I scream another orgasm, unsure of how my body is keeping up with all this pleasure.
His cock pulses its release until my thighs burn and my lower back aches. He pulls me up, his knot still locked inside me, holding me by my breasts so I’m molded to his body.
“Such a good whore.”
“Yours,” I mutter.
Silas kisses my neck, and a second later his knot releases. His softening cock slips from my body, cum dripping down my thighs, and he turns me in his arms. My eyes widen when I take him in, he’s still the same scarecrow as before but now, he’s… more.
It’s hard to explain, but with how much time I’ve spent staring at him, I see the difference. He’s still not human, but he looks more solid. His arms that were softer in shape are more muscular looking, and the features on his face are more defined and humanlike.
“Silas,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. He lets me, and I run my thumb over his more defined cheek. “You look—”
“I told you that I’m real,” he says.
“You’ve proven that.”
“Yet you’re still wondering how this all happened.”
I swallow. “There’s things I don’t understand.”
He shifts me so I’m pressed up against the cross, but there’s no space between our bodies, only enough room for me to see his face.
“What do you want to know?” he asks simply.
I grip the fabric of his shirt, thinking more clearly now that I’m not being dicked down and knotted by a forgotten god.
“You keep calling me your mate,” I say.
He frowns. “Because that’s what you are.”
“That doesn’t exist.”
“Soulmates,” he replies. “That’s what we are, but it’s deeper for a god. You are my mate, the one destined for me.”
“But I’m human.”
He places his hand over my heart, the straw scratching my skin before grabbing mine and placing it over his.
“Does that matter, when both our hearts are beating for each other?”
Tears well in my eyes. “But how will we be together? How are you even here now? The lore I read—”
“We completed the harvest.” He gestures around at the healthy corn stalks.
“But—” He places a finger over my mouth to shush me.
“I don’t speak much, but if you’d allow me to explain.”
I smile beneath his finger and mumble out, “Sorry.”
“You’re my mate. I was made to know you, and you me.” My chest fills with warmth, and the bridge of my nose stings. He continues, “I was created for the purpose of the harvest, but I was never meant to spill so much blood.”
“So why did you?”
“Because this town didn’t understand what I required. They mistook my need for a mate as a need for blood. I tried to make them understand, but they didn’t want to. All they wanted was to take from me, to have their bountiful harvest, and worship me.”
“You killed because you were angry?”
“In order to keep the cycle going, a sacrifice had to be made. If I wanted to find you, the blood had to be spilled. And over time, I came to enjoy it. It gave me an outlet for my anger.”
“Is that why you killed them all last night?”
“I killed them because they dared to harm you. Their blood did not complete the cycle. They had it coming. They craved the harvest to be bountiful; not to feed the people here, but to be the best. For their greed.”
“But as you said, the harvest cycle is complete. And I thought you only came to life until it was completed.”
“As long as you live, I will too. I found my mate, spilled your blood,” his hand travels to the cuts on my thigh. “You took my seed, planted it deep in the earth.” That same hand travels to my stomach, “And now it will grow.”
I gasp. “I’m pregnant.”
Silas smiles. “Not yet.” He leans forward until his lips are at my ear, playing with my piercings. “But you will be soon. Your womb is primed and ready for me. You just had me, yet you crave me. Need me.”
He’s right, but I don’t give in. “You can’t know all that.”
He cocks his head, staring into my soul. “I’ve told you. You’re my mate. I know your soul, your body, just as you know mine.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s why you ended up here, my eager one. In this valley, at this farmhouse, and why you were never afraid of me.”
His words settle in my bones, and everything he’s saying makes sense. I hold his hips to mine, heart pounding a little faster.
“You said as long as I live, you will too.”
“Our lives are bound together now. You said you’d give me everything, and you did. You’ve tied me to your life, and when you draw your last breath, so will I.”
“You didn’t think to tell me any of this?”
He pauses before he speaks. “If you don’t want this, or me, I’ll go and leave you. It will be painful, but while I can be a cruel god, I will never be cruel to you.”
I think of walking away from this, from him, and my heart breaks in my chest. I throw my arms around Silas, and bury my face in his neck, my nose rubbing against the rope that holds the cloth over his face.
“This is insane, you realize that?”
“Not for me.” He holds me tighter, his strong arms wrapping around me.
“How will we live our life?” I grip him tighter. “What will our children look like?” I pull back as tears prick my eyes. “My sister, Codi. Can she ever see me again? Can she know you? I think she might accept it after some time, but what about everyone else?”
He holds my face in his hands. “We will live life however you want, and our children will be human and god. They will take on a more human form.”
I blink, knowing I’ll have to unpack that later. “And the rest?”
“We will figure it out as time unfolds. But that is a discussion for another time. All I know is that you’re mine, and now that I’m free of this field, I’ll follow you wherever you go. Whatever you need, Harper. Even if that means I hide in the shadows while you live your life.”
I shake my head. “We’ll figure something out.”
He drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling. “Together,” he murmurs.
“Together,” I reply.
Without pause he slips his cock inside my pussy. He fucks me slow and deep, with the sun shining down upon us, and the corn around us. When we’ve both finished, and I’m full of him, he kisses me like I’m the only thing that will ever matter.
The future may be uncertain, but I know in my heart I was meant for him, just as he’s meant for me. I came to Silas Valley for a brand-new start, and that’s exactly what I got.