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“Clara, you’re so tight around me. It feels like heaven.”

“More, Pineo. More.” He heeds my request, going deeper.

I’m not sure where his body ends or mine begins.

He’s part of me now. My body makes room for him as if he’s truly made for me in every way.

I’m too lost in the pleasure, building, and building as he fucks deeper and deeper.

It’s not until his arms wrap around me and his breath warms my neck that I realize he’s all the way inside of me.

I’m so deliciously full, but how is this possible? His dick was much too long to fit inside of me. It was longer than my entire body length.

“Your cunt,” he whispers in my ear, running one hand over my breast and the other down my abdomen. “It must be forming my dick to your size. It feels so perfect.”

Maybe this is part of the magic, too. Maybe my pussy has returned his dick to its normal length—one that gives us the perfect amount of pleasure. As if he needs to be any more perfect.

His finger grazes my sensitive clit, and I scream.

Stars blur my vision. My blood evaporates from my body, and in its place, liquid lava flows through my veins.

I’ve orgasmed before, but this is different.

Holy, magical, enough to send a person to an early grave without regrets or wishes.

Is this how fucking feels for everyone? How can anyone get anything done with knowing something so heavenly exists, just one dick away?

It must be different. There is no way anyone has ever experienced such bliss, not even Pineo.

But he moans into my ear as if to convince me otherwise.

“Clara, Maker! So good. So tight. I’m about to burst!

” He thrusts one last, long, and hard movement, slapping against my backside.

Warmness fills me as he slows his speed, moaning and groaning in my ear.

I’ve already come, but it feels so good—my pussy milking him of every last drop of his delicious seed as if it’s as hungry for the taste as my mouth.

The clouds clear as our breath returns to a normal tempo.

I don’t want to move—don’t want this moment to end, but I need to make sure I haven’t died on Pineo’s wooden cock, and the rest is just my version of heaven.

I straighten a tiny bit, snapping Pineo out of his trance.

His hands grab my face, trying to turn my attention to him.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay?” His eyes search me frantically.

“I'm fine,” I say with a laugh. “At least I think I’m fine.” I step forward, his cock slipping away from me.

I hate the feeling. Sure enough, his wooden rod has turned back to its normal size.

Still long, wide, and gloriously smooth, but not a six-foot pole.

Thank God. I might have been a little delirious from the hormones.

He definitely would have ripped me in two.

Pineo wraps his arms around me, pulling me close and tucking his head into the crook of my neck.

“Clara, my chest—it feels so full. I don’t know how to explain it, but I care for you so much.

I always have, even when I could only watch you from my shelf, but it feels so much bigger now.

I would do anything to make you happy. I want to be with you forever. No matter what.”

I know what he’s trying to say, even if he doesn’t.

After what just happened between us, fully giving ourselves to each other, I know the truth of my feelings.

I’ve known even before he was a living, breathing wooden man.

Of course, it was much more innocent when I was a child, but now the feelings are intense, deep, and overwhelming, and they are about to burst from my chest if I don’t let them attach to something.

I hold him tight, tears forming in my eyes as I bury my head in his chest. “Pineo. I love you.”

I feel his heart beating, steady and strong. He holds me back, examining my face with wonder strewn upon his own. “You love me? ”

“Yes.”

“Like you and your father loved each other?”

I burst into a laugh. “Well, kind of, but also differently. Yes, I loved my father, but I love you romantically. I want to be with you forever, to kiss you, snuggle with you, and to give every ounce of my pleasure to you.”

“That’s what I want too. My whole life, I watched the love you and your father had for each other. Yes, you’re right. It feels different, but just as powerful. I love you, too, Clara.”

At his words, Pineo’s hands fall away from mine, and his feet float off the floor.

I shriek, watching as he flies away from me, his head nearly banging the ceiling.

A thick mist and sparkling lights form around him.

“Pineo!” I call, terrified that the star I’ve wished on has returned to take him away from me.

Maybe the heavens only wanted me to experience true love, but I’m not allowed to keep it forever.

I’m terrified, but I vow that I will love Pineo no matter what, even if he’s confined to his lifeless wooden form.

The fog thickens until it consumes him entirely. I can’t see him at all. The cloud sinks to the ground, and I charge after it, desperate to know what shape Pineo has taken.

It takes a second for my heart to slow down and for the fog and my tears to melt away enough to assess the situation.

I stroke Pineo’s cheek as his sleeping form comes into view.

I gasp, pulling my hand away and sitting back until all of him is revealed.

He wears the same clothes—the plaid vest and the new pants we got him from the market with a new hole ripped through the crotch.

He’s the same size, but he’s entirely different.

His skin isn’t stiff and wooden anymore.

It feels like mine. I touch his chin again, just to confirm.

Sure enough, I feel silky skin peppered with coarse stubble. I can’t believe it. He’s a real man.

I fold myself over him, listening to his beating heart as I cry into his chest. His hand slowly rises from the ground and rests on my back, stroking me softly. “Clara? What’s wrong? What happened?”

I sit up, gazing down at him. “Pineo, you’re real. You’re a real man.”

He picks up his hands, examining his new human flesh. “Clara, how is this possible?”

“It must be our love. We confessed our love for each other, and you transformed into a human.”

His attention leaves his hands and focuses on my eyes. “I’m so happy. Now, I won’t embarrass you.”

My expression sobers. “Pineo, you never embarrassed me. I was worried you’d leave me. All the girls were drawn to you, even in your wooden form. You have always been so handsome. I was worried you’d realize you were too good for me and leave.”

He sits up, cradling my face. “Oh, Clara, I only have eyes for you. You would be the most beautiful woman in the world to me, even if I were blind. I’ve known you my whole life. I only want you.”

My heart bursts, I’m sure of it, but surprisingly I don’t die. My blood still pumps through my brain, and my body still carries me to my target—the lips of my love—my Pineo. I kiss him as if it were my last, even though I know I will be with him forever.