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Chapter five

Clara

Nothing makes you feel more well-rested than a good cry, stuffing your face with granola, and a heavy nap.

There’s a glimmer of happiness during my first blink of wakefulness, but then I remember the sadness that washed over me before I fell asleep.

Now that I’ve napped and eaten, I realize I might have overreacted.

I’m still anxious about Pineo leaving me for the attention of everyone else in the world.

Still, I should have just told him my worries instead of barricading myself in my room and making a big production.

I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep, and guilt riddles my consciousness as I crack open my bedroom door and peer out into the hall. It’s silent. My heart drops at the thought that maybe Pineo has already left. Perhaps he decided I’m too dramatic, and he’s already sick of our life together.

I race out of my room, taking in my small living space.

Thankfully, it seems the people surrounding my home have left.

I don’t hear any chattering, and even though the curtains are drawn, I don’t see the light shifting on the other side from people moving about.

I sigh in relief once I spot Pineo asleep on a chair by the fireplace.

Seeing him already makes me feel better.

I crawl onto his lap, nestling into his neck.

He wraps his arm around me, rubbing his fingers lightly over my skin.

It takes him a while to pull himself out of sleep. At first, he holds me tightly—allowing me to share his warmth, but as his eyes flutter open, his spine straightens. I gaze up at him from his lap. “I’m sorry I was so upset,” I say in a small voice.

His hands fall from me, and I sense he means to get up. I crawl off him, confused and worried, and sit back down at the edge of the chair, staring up at him,

“It’s my fault,” he says, standing beside the chair. “I upset you. ”

I pop to my feet, grabbing his hands. “No, Pineo. It’s not your fault. I just saw the way everyone reacted to you and…”

“Yes, I know. I embarrassed you, and I will continue to embarrass you. Look at me. I’m a hideous freak. My skin is made of wood, and I’m much too tall. You deserve someone that you can bring out and show off. You’ll never be happy with me.”

Blood rushes to my face. “Pineo. That’s not true. I want to be with you. I don’t care about other people.”

“But you will. It’s already become too much just from a short trip into town. Imagine a whole life with me.” He turns from me, tears in his eyes.

I grab his hand. “Pineo, wait. Is this what you want? Can you live a happy life without me?” He’s saying he’s leaving to make me comfortable, but what if this is all just to mask the truth?

What if all my fears are true? What if he tasted the sweetness of the attention and realized I would never be enough?

My body shakes, but I keep hold of him. I can’t let him go until I know the truth.

He turns back to me, studying me intently. It’s like I see his brain working behind his eyes. I don’t understand why this isn’t just a simple yes or no answer. “Well, what is it? Do you want to leave?”

Finally, his lips part. “Yes. I want to leave. ”

My heart breaks, studying his face in disbelief. I hear a rip, and I’m pushed away from him, but not by his hands. I look down; his dick has broken through his pants again and grows impossibly long, much longer than before.

“Oh no. I’m sorry.” His wooden face reddens, and he attempts to cover his member.

My mind races with the events that happened before his dick grew last time.

He had told a lie. He told me that he didn’t watch me pleasure myself, and his cock burst through his pants.

Now, this time, he tells me he wants to go, and it happens again.

Maybe it’s my mind playing tricks on me—not letting me drown in my sorrow just yet, or maybe he’s lying.

“Pineo, were you telling the truth when you said you wanted to leave?”

He’s distracted by his massive cock, not meeting his eyes with mine as he tries to turn away from me.

I wrap my fingers around his head, and he shudders, moaning with pleasure and his eyes rolling back into his head.

I slowly stroke him, a small fraction of the length.

“Pineo, are you lying to me?” I stroke lower, and he moans again, giving into my touch.

“Yes,” he answers through a heavy breath.

“Yes, I lied. I thought it would be better for you. I’m sorry. ”

I tsk. “My wooden boy. It seems that your dick grows every time you lie. ”

His eyes shoot open, and I pause my movement. “Oh, I guess that makes sense. How foolish of me.”

“Shhh.” I walk closer to him so I can roll my closed fist down his cock to meet his body.

“Oh, Maker!” he croaks as I get closer. “That feels too good, Clara. I don’t deserve this.”

I press my body against him, rubbing my hardened nipples under my shirt against his chest. “You have only lied to me to protect me or my feelings. You don’t need to lie to me, Pineo, but I know you would never lie to hurt me.

” I reach down and grab his wooden balls underneath his member.

They’re so large and swollen, heavy in my hand.

He groans, throwing his head back. “They’re going to burst,” he says.

I rise on my toes, bringing my lips to his ear. “I want your wooden balls to burst inside of me. I want you to coat my insides with your maple syrup come.”

He sobers for a moment, studying me. “But Clara, I could hurt you. My dick is too long.”

I trace his jaw, staring into his eyes. “What did I tell you? Stop worrying about hurting me. We’ll figure it out together. We’re a team. We just need to be honest, and everything will work out.”

He nods. “Okay, but you must tell me if it becomes too much. ”

“Of course,” I kiss his lips, and he parts for me, our tongues swirling together.

I let my body melt into his, trying to enjoy the moment but also playing mental gymnastics around how this is going to work.

I want his dick inside of me. We could wait until it returns to normal size, but what’s the fun in that?

The magical stars made his cock grow for a reason, and I don’t plan on wasting their blessing.

I stop kissing him, an idea popping into my head.

I rush to the kitchen, reaching to the high cabinets to grab the container of almond oil.

“What is that?” Pineo asks as he watches me walk back over.

I open the jar, sticking my hand in and scooping out a large dollop.

“I need to oil your wood,” I say, grabbing the base of him.

He hisses as I slowly roll my fist down his length.

I don’t need to oil him all the way to his base.

There’s no way he could fit all of himself inside of me.

I’d be split in two. But I love feeling his subtle vibrations under my fingertips as I lather him slowly, walking further away from him and closer to his tip.

When I reach his end, I turn to him, soaking in the view of him panting and struggling to regain his control. “Clara, it’s too much.”

“Don’t worry, baby. We’ll take it slow.” I remove my hand from his cock, slowly pulling my shirt overhead and letting my breasts bounce free.

My nipples are already pebbled from the anticipation and the cool air pinches my skin.

I rub my oily hands over my chest, my breath heavy as I gaze at Pineo, watching me and gripping the base of his cock.

“So perfect,” he whispers. “The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. ”

His words give me the encouragement I need.

I shimmy out of my long skirt, letting the fabric fall to my ankles.

My hands trail down my body, my cunt begging me to seek out its warmth.

My lips part as I dive my fingers into myself.

“I’m getting myself ready for you. I’m so wet. You’re going to slip in so easily.”

“I want to touch you,” he says, his eyes dark and half-lidded.

“You have forever to touch me. Now you can watch and enjoy.”

“I’ve spent my lifetime watching you. It’s not enough anymore.”

“Then I guess you’re going to have to fuck me. Will that be enough?”

He moans. “Yes, yes. I need to be inside of you.”

I’m officially soaking, drenching my hand. I’m ready for him and can’t wait any longer for his wooden dick to be inside of me. I turn around, bending over and bracing myself on the wall before me. “Fuck me, Pineo. Impale me on your wooden cock.”

I hold my breath as his tip meets my entrance—the movement slow and sloppy.

It must be difficult to control such a long instrument from so far away from me.

I crave his strong body folding over me as he pounds me from behind, but the opportunity to ride his inhumanly long dick is too enticing to pass up.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice shaking, barely able to control himself with just a small bit of him inside of me.

My body sings with the anticipation. I move my hips back to encourage him.

“Yes, baby. I’m ready for you.” He sinks in deeper, stretching me wide, but it’s still not enough.

I push back, squeezing around him. He moans loudly, and his shudder vibrates inside of me.

“Yes, Pineo. So good. It feels so good.”

“Too good. Too tight. I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“Go as long as you can. I want to see how much of this wooden dick I can take.”

“Let me know if I’m hurting you, and I’ll stop.”

“Yes,” I cry, desperate for him now, my inside walls shaking.

He thrusts into me, deeper, and it’s barely a discomfort.

I’m a virgin being fucked by an enormous wooden dick.

It should hurt a lot worse based on how women around town described this act.

He stretches me to a point of pain, but right when it builds, it blooms into a warm caress of bliss.

I’ve never experienced something so wonderful.

I push my hips back, eager for more, as much as I can take without being split in two.