CHAPTER 4 JARED #6
"Please," I breathe out, my fingertips slowly caressing him, tiny electric sparks dancing wherever they brush across his skin, like flies made of light.
"I'm in heat," I whine. "I was stupid to come here knowing it could start at any moment," I go on pleading. "But someone told me I'd find my True Mate here."
I try to read something from his face, some hint of a reaction, but it's difficult. That glow is like a veil, deceptive and misty, keeping me from seeing what's underneath.
Is he on board? Did he actually agree to let me go in exchange for sex?
However, I have this strange feeling that even if I wanted to leave, it wouldn’t be a problem. Somehow, I just know it, though I have no idea how. But I figure maybe I could get something out of this situation too, considering I have an obvious problem of my own.
My gaze drops to his cock. It's so hard that I probably shouldn't have any doubts about the reaction my AO call stirred in him. Do forest entities really get turned on by an ordinary omega's call and scent?
He doesn't make a single move, though. He simply remains leaning over me, perfectly still, his eyes fixed on mine, as if waiting for something.
For me? My… consent? That would be interesting. But if that's the case, then it's my moment to take the initiative.
I prop myself up a little higher on my elbows and bite my lip.
Maybe… maybe I could touch him somewhere a little more intimate.
The entity remains completely silent, making no sound whatsoever, yet to my amazement, I can clearly hear the rapid, deep beat of his heart.
So he’s a living being after all! Not a spirit for sure.
Maybe it’s a real forest fae? I have to settle on a temporary name finally, so it may be a good choice.
A sudden rush of courage carries my hand toward his cock. My fingertips brush over the hot green tip.
The fae lets out something that sounds like a slow exhale.
Was I too bold?
His skin is silky, just like a human's.
"Will you put it inside me?" I whisper sheepishly, fluttering my eyelashes as a strange hope creeps into my voice. "Please, put it in. I need it. My heat is starting."
My fingers tighten a bit around the pulsing head of his cock, slowly drawing it toward me, and the fae seems to comply. His body tilts slightly in my direction, his glowing eyes never leaving my face.
From this close, his face seems even more veiled by that magical light.
The drifting sparks form a shimmering curtain as they float and waver in the air, making it almost impossible to see anything except those eyes, which glow with their own light, blazing with shifting greens, golds, browns, and deep malachite.
"Fuck me…" Yet another pleading whimper slips from my lips.
Me. Someone who'd never even been that big on sex, begging a mysterious forest being to fuck him?
Unbelievable.
And I think I'm actually going to get exactly that.
The fae leans closer, but instead of doing what I expected, his muscular green arm rises slowly, his hand reaching toward my face. I tense instinctively, expecting what I'd received from Mark so many times before—a blow—but it never comes.
Instead, the tips of his fingers gently brush my cheek.
I hold my breath.
What is happening?
How strange.
Is this… affection? That soft little caress?
I go completely still, staring at him in confusion.
No one has ever touched me gently during sex. No one! Not even at the beginning of my relationship with Mark. He touched me with desire, sure, but tenderness? Gentleness? Those are like a foreign language to me, and I find myself blushing, feeling foolish.
How is it possible that a strange forest fae is capable of a gesture like that?
Even through the haze covering his features, I could swear he's smiling ever so slightly.
Is this the proof he never wanted to kill me? Is he a gentle forest being? Was I never actually in danger to begin with?
I summoned him with my heat call, but maybe if I'd stayed silent, he wouldn't have shown up at all and would've simply let me leave the forest unharmed.
Oh well. Now that we’re here, and he has that beautiful, muscular body, and he obviously desires me… maybe I should just go with it. It doesn't look like I'm going to find my True Mate before my heat fully kicks in. So I have to make the best use of what I've got.
"Do it… take me," I whisper. "I have no one to spend my heat with."
The fae's hand slides from my cheek to my shoulder, lightly brushing along my jaw on the way down. I'm still wearing my jacket over the upper half of my body, while my ass is completely bare, which is admittedly a weird look, but it's hard to strip completely when it's not exactly warm outside.
The creature slowly lowers his gaze to my groin, his hand brushing over my hard cock.
Oh my… this feels good! I shiver slightly, wanting more, rolling my hips in a slow, suggestive thrust before lowering them again, presenting my entrance to him in a way that leaves absolutely no room for misunderstanding.
"Please."
I draw my thighs up toward my chest, my eyes locking onto his blazing ones.
"I need this. It'll start to hurt if I don't get filled."
The fae braces his hands beside my body. Huh… apparently, despite his forest nature, he knows exactly how to go about fucking someone.
But… he doesn’t proceed immediately; what catches me off guard is the way he leans over me, bringing his face close to my cheek.
His lips brush softly along my cheekbone, almost like the touch of a feather, then move lower, tracing my jaw.
Again. Why does he do it? This is super foreign to me.
Kisses, gentle touches, little gestures like this simply didn’t exist in my world.
But the unexpected effect it has on me… my arousal spikes!
I can almost feel red-hot flames winding their way up my spine like twisting vines, sparked by every soft brush of his lips against my face, my temples, and my neck, especially when I tilt my head back, inviting more of these incredible caresses.
His lips and tongue roam over my Adam’s apple and collarbones.
It feels wonderful, almost… heavenly, and I want to linger in it, savoring every moment, but my body has other ideas. It’s demanding… the main course.
My whimpering is back. "Please…"
And only then does his thick, hard green cock press its broad head against my open, wet entrance, and my heart starts pounding even faster.
"Do it," I whisper, and he slowly begins to push inside me.
It's finally happening. I'm being filled. My body, starved for release, almost goes into shock.
And… oh, fuck.
What's that?
My breath catches as something swells inside me like a massive sphere of green light, growing larger and brighter with every inch of that thick hardness sinking deeper into me until it finally bursts. Pooof!
I can't stop it. It's unbelievable.
I explode!
The searing light expands outward.
A shameless cry escapes me as I come instantly in a divine orgasm, my back arching while green, golden, and teal colors blaze in front of my eyes.
A vivid wave of green energy radiates from his body and mine, spreading outward in concentric circles, and the moment he bottoms out inside me, it feels as though my own aura pulsates and erupts, merging and intertwining with his.
My fingers, buried in the grass, spread against the earth as I hear a strange sound all around me.
A rustle… a soft, delicate rustle, like stems pushing their way up through the soil.
I blink through the haze of pleasure and stare in disbelief.
Flowers are sprouting from the surrounding ground.
Bright summer flowers.
I recognize many of them because I've always loved flowers and spent hours reading about them as a kid. Fire Pinks. Wild Columbine. Virginia Bluebells. Wild Geraniums. Others I've never even seen before.
The whole thing looks surreal. They're growing in a perfect circle around us.
Did I do this? Maybe I'm giving myself too much credit. After all, I'm having sex with a creature of the forest, so maybe that's why the woods themselves have decided to bloom.
Meanwhile, my whole body is still trembling, carried by swaying waves of ecstasy. Ropes of my seed splash across my stomach and over the jacket I'm somehow still wearing. Just great.
But what exactly happened, and how is it even possible that I came so fast?
I don't come easily. I have too many mental blocks, and I've never been able to completely relax during sex. Mark helped me get past some of them, but sex still never became something I genuinely enjoyed. I would even say I didn't like it that much, since it never satisfied my deeper needs.
And now I'm lying here shivering, trembling, almost vibrating with relief. After so many hours of relentless hunger and strong cramps, finally getting that release feels almost unreal.
Then something changes.
Now that we're connected in this strange way, I can feel him… It’s like I gained a wide-open window into the fae’s soul!
And with absolute certainty, I realize this entity doesn't want to hurt me.
It actually never wanted to! Quite the opposite.
What pours into me is an overwhelming sense of protectiveness, gentleness, care…
and something that feels remarkably close to genuine happiness.
I’m completely baffled! What the hell is happening?
It’s almost like the entity knows who I am and was waiting for me? I want to explore it a bit, tentatively reaching into his soul as I search for answers, but…
The fae unexpectedly pulls out of me.
The sudden emptiness is almost painful. He rolls onto his side, slips one arm beneath my knees and the other behind my back, then lifts me effortlessly into his arms.
What is he doing?
Umm, kidnapping me?
Yet, I don't protest or struggle.