CHAPTER 4 JARED #5
Ironically, I'm still wearing my backpack. I lost my gun, but the backpack stayed strapped to my shoulders.
Awkwardly, I shrug it off, then pull out the dildo. A stupid little giggle slips out of me.
It's official. I've completely lost my mind. I'm seeing strange creatures in the forest while running around like a lunatic.
Wait, maybe I imagined the whole thing, or was simply hallucinating.
Was that candy Davos gave me laced with something? Or perhaps heat does this to me… and I'm having some distorted visions.
I start questioning everything I saw. It simply can't have been real. The mind can create the craziest things when it's afraid.
Shadows and leaves turn into shapes. There's even a scientific name for it, an evolutionary explanation.
The people who imagined a tiger hiding in the rustling bushes were the ones who survived, because when there actually was a tiger, they'd already gotten the hell out of there.
So of course I'm more likely to mistake random shapes for something real.
That's all it was. It has to be.
And if it wasn't… then it was definitely that candy, right?
Davos drugged me. That has to be it. Just for laughs!
I tighten my fingers around the dildo. It's cool, its rubber surface almost icy against my skin. Not good; I would prefer something much warmer.
But another wave of contractions hits, this one much more painful, and a quiet moan escapes me. For a second I scold myself for making noise, but does it really matter?
Either the monster's gone, or he's hiding somewhere in the bushes, waiting for his chance. And if that's the case, what difference does it make whether he kills me now or five minutes later… right?
I start yanking my pants off with nervous, jerky movements. Cool air washes over me. I hope it'll calm me down a little, but it isn't nearly cold enough to put out a heat, that much is obvious.
I roll onto my back and bend my knees slightly. My bare pink cock stands stiffly between my thighs like one filthy exclamation point.
If anyone's watching me right now, they're either getting the laugh of their life or thinking I escaped from some psychiatric hospital where they were treating me for sex addiction.
What a completely fucked-up situation.
Still…
There's something perversely exciting about it.
If I'm going crazy, I might as well go all the way. Carefully, I slide my fingers down my stomach, brush against my hard, hot, twitching rod, draw my thighs up and spread them apart, then finally touch the entrance to my hole.
"Mmm…" So good.
A shiver tears through my entire body. The tissue is unbelievably sensitive. That only confirms what I already suspected.
My heat has officially started.
A quiet moan slips from my throat as I move my fingertips in slow little circles over the swollen ring of muscle. My ass and thighs are soaked with slick. There must be one hell of a stain on my pants.
If there’s an alpha within half a mile, he’ll be able to catch the characteristic scent I’m producing now.
Their noses are incredibly sensitive to the fragrance of an omega in heat, and resisting the urge to track it down is almost impossible.
Only older, more mature alphas know how to control themselves.
Young ones… don’t stand a chance. They’ll be hard and slipping into rut as quickly as blood can rush into their dicks.
What now?
I drove all the way out here on the verge of my heat and wandered into this forest. What was I expecting?
It's already close to three. Around five this time of year, the sun starts sinking toward the horizon, and by six it's completely dark.
I should leave! I should turn around.
But…
Another wave crashes into me, so powerful my body arches off the ground, my hips lifting in a hungry thrust as though offering my hole for an invisible cock. My knees fall wider apart, my hips pushing upward on their own.
And then it happens.
My treacherous throat lets out an AO call, a cry with only one meaning.
An omega in heat calling for an alpha to come to him.
It’s a piercing, desperate call that means, Wherever you are, come to me. I need you!
The sound is loud, with an almost plaintive tone, carrying far through the forest, and my whole body trembles in shock, feeling betrayed… by itself.
I know sounds like these are usually only half voluntary, but I still feel like a complete weirdo.
The dildo slips from my trembling hand before I can push it inside myself. I reach for it instinctively, lifting my head from the grass to look around, but as I do, my eyes meet someone else's standing about thirty feet away.
I freeze.
My call worked, after all.
Someone came.
The same green entity I saw before. Fuck.
He's standing in a shaft of sunlight now, still surrounded by that strange, magical aura, tiny sparkling motes swirling through the air around him, blurring the edges of his silhouette.
Even so, I can still see those massive muscles…
perfectly sculpted abs, a flawless green body, and dark green curls winding around his face.
He's standing directly on a straight line leading between my spread legs… like a plane lining itself up with a runway.
For the first time, I dare to look below his waist.
Damn…
A massive, green cock stands fully erect, pointing straight at me.
I definitely didn't see this coming. I'd expected him to leap at me with claws bared, rip my throat open, punish me for trespassing on his territory, but maybe he has a completely different kind of punishment in mind. Perhaps he's planning to… ‘trespass’ somewhere himself.
My breath catches in my chest.
Wait… wait.
There may be an unexpected opportunity here. Possibly I can bargain my way out of this: I can offer him my hole in exchange for letting me go?
Well, I've obviously lost my mind already, and now that he's caught me, I don't have anything left to lose anyway.
The sheer insanity of the situation makes me spread my thighs even wider.
I don't know if forest creatures speak English… but maybe.
"Please don't kill me," I blurt out. "You can use my body. Let that be my payment for my freedom… for my life. I have a little child. I want to go home. I don't want to die."
The entity starts walking toward me. Wow, he's really huge.
Green, gleaming, sparkling, yet somehow not ugly at all.
He doesn't resemble a golem or an orc. If anything, he looks like some impossibly muscular forest fae.
I still can't make out his features clearly.
That golden glow surrounding him, together with all those swirling magical sparks, makes it almost impossible, no matter how hard I squint.
All I can truly see are those blazing eyes. They hold every color the forest carries within itself: the deep green of leaves, the rusty crowns of autumn trees, brown trunks, woodland ponds, dark forest moss.
They seem to glow from within, bottomless.
The entity stops about five feet away, looking down at me, at my shamelessly exposed body.
"Take me… but let me go afterward. I'm in heat. I don't know if you even know what that is, or whether green forest creatures have anything like it," I mumble. "But I need, you know…" I make a painfully obvious, almost vulgar gesture toward my hole, miming pushing something inside it.
Those burning eyes rest on my face for a moment before slowly drifting down to the opening I've presented so submissively.
As if on cue, another small wave rolls through me, and my pink hole clenches and pulses.
As absurd as this whole situation is, it isn't enough to take away my arousal.
It's stronger than my will; my body refuses to obey me.
It feels as though it has a stubborn mind of its own, driven toward one thing alone: being filled… finding relief.
My hips arch upward.
"Fuck me… but let me leave alive," I plead, my voice made even shakier by another series of pulsing contractions rippling through my tunnel.
Then a miracle happens.
The entity slowly lowers himself, sinking onto his knees between mine.
Up close, he's even more breathtaking. His skin seems alive, as though someone had woven living green vines through it.
The pattern resembles the veined surface of a leaf, while in some places gold and rusty strands shimmer just beneath it, mixing with subtly defined pale green fractals, like long, winding ornamental patterns.
It all looks as though nature itself flows through his body… or as though he were made from it.
Curiosity burns inside me. Is he made of hard bark? Is he smooth like the surface of a maple leaf? Is he cool and rough like fresh grass?
On a sudden, reckless impulse, I prop myself up onto one elbow and extend my hand toward him. His forearm is within my reach as he leans down, hovering above me.
My fingertips touch his skin and…
Wow!
Fuck!
The sensation is so overwhelming that a loud cry escapes me. A shiver tears through my entire body, so sweet and so powerful my vision almost whites out. I tremble in shock.
Did the entity just strike me with his magic as a warning? But he seems affected by it too! His head tilts back slightly, and his eyes close for a moment, as if he’s trying to withstand it.
The shockwave resonates in my body and obviously in his… wow. If he weren’t a magical creature, I’d say it felt like the famous First Touch between True Mates. But that obviously can’t be the case, right? I’m human, so I can’t possibly be compatible with a magical forest ‘fae’.
Interestingly, my fingers remain pressed against him, and he doesn't pull away.
I'd expected his skin to feel cold, but I couldn't have been more wrong. My fingertips rest against warm flesh, as though that entire green pattern were nothing but an illusion spread across the surface of his body. Beneath it I find hot, smooth skin.
Pleasant. Tempting. Inviting a touch, a stroke.
And I do exactly that, even though it's probably the strangest thing I could possibly do to a forest entity that might kill me.