CHAPTER 4 JARED #11
I need this so badly. The erasure of the stress and pain of my life. Forgetting, drowning deep in abandon.
He works his hips, and I lose myself in the rhythm, surrendering to this smooth rocking. But it can't last like this for long. It builds and swells like a tide, way too quickly, and then unexpectedly, it sweetly explodes.
I come. I shake.
I press my damp forehead into the pillow and let out short, almost breathless gasps. Oh my, what a divine feeling.
I'm pretty sure he came too, yet he doesn't stop moving. He keeps giving it to me, thrusting into me while I pant. I take it all, rising and falling in climaxes as time fades away. And just like that, another wave of heat is quelled, thanks to the fae’s unexpected endurance.
A thought crosses my mind: Can forest beings go into rut?
Even if they can't, a monster's stamina is probably far greater than a human's anyway, so I guess I shouldn't worry about it.
Eventually, I sink back onto the pillows, my eyelids growing heavy again, but I'm too curious to fall asleep.
I want to see what the entity does between the waves.
Will he head into the forest to gather berries for me and mash them against a flat rock?
The image almost makes me laugh, but what actually happens is something entirely different.
The green fae disappears into the room where the food supplies are kept, then comes back a moment later carrying a cold protein shake. Wow. Yes, I said it right. An actual shake, not mashed berries or raw russula mushrooms!
It's exactly the kind of food omegas usually have during heat. Nothing that requires chewing ever seems to make it down our throats, but high-calorie shakes go down just fine.
The fact that this forest entity knows what an omega needs—and even knows how to prepare it—makes it seem much more likely that he has probably regularly encountered humans before, despite living deep in the wilderness.
Damn, this reminds me of something from ancient mythology. Fauns, satyrs… creatures like Pan, consumed by lust and said to satisfy anyone who wandered into their forests. Could this be one of them?
Or… perhaps I should stop trying to split hairs over everything that's happening and simply enjoy my heat.
The green fae walks over to the bed with the mug in his hand, sits down beside me, and offers it to me with fingers surrounded by tiny specks of magical glitter. This is genuinely surreal, but I'm not about to complain.
With a slightly goofy smile, I sit up and accept the mug. I'm a little hungry, even though I usually don't have much of an appetite during heat. As I drink the shake, I peek over the rim of the mug at his glowing face. He's watching me keenly.
I notice his eyes drifting to my pendant again. Instinctively, I raise a hand and cover it, almost protectively, as though afraid he might want it. Who knows how forest folk think?
Maybe he expects some kind of trade in return for the food. Or maybe they're like magpies and are drawn to gold… to shiny things.
"I noticed you've been looking at it," I mumble. "But I can't give it to you. It's a keepsake."
The entity lifts those shimmering eyes to mine, then slowly shakes his head. What a relief. I'm not ready to part with something that symbolizes a stranger's kindness to me… a helping hand from my past.
I finish the shake and hesitate for a moment, unsure what to do with the mug, but he rescues me from the awkwardness by gently taking it from my hands.
Then he stands and walks away, and I can't help watching him.
It amazes me that he just walks around naked without a care in the world.
It isn't cold inside the cabin, but it's not exactly super warm either.
His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and muscular ass are… really nice to look at. Dear Fate, I'm ogling him!
Forcing myself to avert my eyes, I lie back down, pressing my warm cheek against the pillow. It's already dark outside, and a flicker of doubt creeps in. What if another wave wakes me up during the night? That happens all the time during heat.
But I don't have the energy to think about it anymore. The only thing I want now is to fall asleep. Somehow, I have a feeling tomorrow will be far more intense.
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I wake up in the middle of the night, hit by a powerful cramp in my lower abdomen. It's so intense that I let out an almost painful moan, stretching my arms out to search for the warmth of an alpha's body, and I find the hot, smooth surface of the green fae's shoulder.
"Please!" I blurt out desperately. "Help me, it hurts!"
It's not exactly dark; the room is softly lit by the magical aura of the being lying in bed beside me. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him firmly toward me. My legs begin to tangle with his, hooking my calf over his hip in a desperate craving for satiation.
He doesn't hesitate. A moment later, I feel the pressure of his hardness against my hole.
It's a truly strange feeling. Everything around us is pitch black, and I'm clinging to the only light-giving object in the room, this green entity. I press my lips against his skin, which smells consistently of the forest and the fresh wind blowing over the tops of the pines.
This sex is different; we’re so wrapped up in each other.
I hold him tightly with my arms and legs while he moves inside my tunnel in short, deep thrusts.
I close my eyes and allow myself to enjoy this hot embrace, this union of bodies magically entwined in the gloom of the room, illuminated only by the gold-green aura of my magical lover.
Orgasms come one after another, and my passage pulses sweetly.
I forget who I am and where I am. There is only pleasure, a green, blissful ecstasy that I dive into without a shred of concern for the consequences, until… I eventually drift off.
I wake up again in the early dawn, and that hunger is still with me.
However, the green being is still close by.
I feel his presence behind me, so I slide backward, pressing my body against him and pushing my ass into his crotch.
I don't think it's possible to send a more obvious signal.
Soon, my wet hole gets exactly what it wants: a thick, hot rod.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, the rhythm is soothing, sweet, sensual…
He sinks into me, driving in all the way… until it takes my breath away. Waves of pleasure rise within me, one after another, and even though he hasn't given me a knot yet, the sheer intensity and length of the act give me enough satisfaction to survive another wave.