Page 14 of The Zagorath (Shadowed Dreams #3)

Chapter

Thirteen

T he forest moaned, its hunger rising sharply.

It should not have hungered already but connected as he was to the forest, an understanding rose within him.

The gift. That gift had bound them to the forest in a new way.

It was seeking to take sustenance from them.

Dahtao was not so foolish as to believe that it would never seek blood but if this satisfied it even a little than he was an eager and willing participant.

Breaking the kiss, he lifted his head and whispered. “Do you hear it Liv. The forest… it wishes for us to feed it.”

She blinked up at him, the haze of lust slowly retreating from her eyes as a look of worry began to brim them. “Already?” she whispered.

He smiled and rubbed his nose against her nose, breathing in her sweet fragrance. “Not like that. Do you recall the gift?”

She nodded absently, her eyes fluttering close at the contact between them, her fingers lifting to his red mane, skimming long the braids and curling in his long hair. “The gift? Yes, of course.”

“It changed us,” he rasped, his lips brushing against her soft cheek. “It entwined its essence with ours all so that we can provide something that it likes the taste of far better.”

Her eyes opened and he stared down into the brown depths. He was mesmerized by the gold flecks within them, like threads of precious metal within the earth. “You mean it likes the taste of our sexual fluids?”

He nodded. “I noticed that something was different when I commanded the vines to capture you. They behaved in a way that I did not instruct. It was as if the forest, once it had you, and perhaps influenced by my own desire for you, tasted and indulged in you.”

“And then later?” she whispered. “When you were fucking me so that I dripped pleasure everywhere—did it taste me then?”

“Oh yes,” he purred, burying his nose in her hair. He breathed her in again, his cock hardening, pressing against the slit of his sheath. “No matter what I did to my home, it is still tied to the forest.”

“The roots,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“Although nothing was dripped directly on them, your sweet musk and my rising lust surrounded them. I think it made the forest hungry… for us.”

“Fuck me,” she whispered, and he growled with pleasure in response, his tails slipping around her ankles. “There were the flowering vines that covered us. They were literally wrapped around us, sipping from us.”

He had quite forgotten about that. “Yes,” he rumbled.

She licked her lips and nodded to herself rather than in agreement to anything he said. “If we feed it—will it still want blood?”

“I do not know,” he admitted, his hands drifting down to her nipples to brush against the stiff peaks with the fahgor trilled with excitement just above them. “Likely, yes, but less frequently I believe.”

“Good enough,” she groaned, arching into his touch.

“Say you will stay here with me,” he growled, his brow brushing hers as his cock slowly slid out and rubbed firmly against the apex of her legs.

Live shivered in response and proceeded to wind her arms around his neck, her lips curling in a satisfied smile. “Do you truly want me?”

“Forever,” he rasped. “You are the only thing I have ever wanted for myself. If stay—be my mate—I would worship you as a queen, and you will rule here with me here at the heart of the forest and share with me the responsibility of nourishing it. All that I have and am will be yours.”

“And we will belong to the forest,” she whispered in reply, her fingers circling around the base of his cock in a way that made him draw in a sharp breath as desire twisted brutally within him.

“Every time we fuck, we will feed it. Every time your seed splatters on the ground, we will give offerings to it.”

“Life,” he rasped. “We provide life for it and by extension all things as it consumes the offerings of our pleasure.”

To punctuate the point, he removed the belt and removed the linen fabric tied around her.

Once he had her bare, he lifted her into his arms and the scent of her rising rich from between her legs where she had soaked them.

He hungered to taste her as the forest tasted her.

But first he needed her agreement. He lowered her bared cunt over the head of his cock and held her in place while he slowly, excruciatingly working the thick head in and out of her opening.

Teasing her until she writhed in his grip, her breath coming out in sharp, impatient pants.

All around them vines rose, lifting from the ground and dropping from the trees, stretching out for her…

for them. A vine slid over her belly with soft fuzzy leaves, and she groaned.

“Yes… yes, I will say,” she whispered frantically. “Fuck! I will take everything it and you have to offer. You are mine. Not only that but I’ll take one for the team and keep this damned forest—and you—so occupied that my world will be safer. Now fuck me.”

Dahtao grinned triumphantly and watched as the vines quickly wound around her, suspending her in the air, much like they had before, hanging amidst the branches of the trees.

He met her eyes and purred with the desire rushing through him. “You have returned but you will not be getting away from me so easily again,” he told her.

“Yes. Never,” she agreed readily in a breathless voice.

Hanging in the air in front of him, her cunt dripped its sweet nectar freely to the forest floor, drawing a primal growl from his chest. He ran a claw over her slit, gathering her essence.

She trembled in reaction as his finger pressed against the little nub at the top of it.

He flicked it as he pulled his finger away and brought the digit to his mouth.

Her perfume filled his nose, and he moaned as his mouth closed around it, savoring the rich flavor that slid over his tongue.

A shiver ran up his spine and he growled as he crouched in front of her, his tails momentarily slipped free from her as he drew her splayed and bound legs to either side of his head.

He gathered a pair of vines in his hand to get a good hold and licked his lips hungrily.

Vines slithered down and caged his horns, holding him there but it just sparked excitement within him as the forest made its demands known.

It wanted him to draw out of her nectar and spill a mess all over the ground for it.

He would take great pleasure in doing that.

The vines tightened as his mouth found her, and he moaned as the full flavor of her cunt filled his mouth and ran over his tongue.

His savored it, suck and licking, stirring her desire so that she splashed her sweetness over his face and to the ground as his tongue fucked her and teased her, his tongue twisting within her, pressing against and sharply tapping the spongey soft flesh inside her channel that made his mate scream and flood the forest with her rich offering.

She cried and offered her essence no less than four times before the vines retreated, freeing his head so that he could finally release her and step away.

He trembled with excitement as he straightened, his cock dripping with its seed, engorged to a point just shy of painful.

He felt her eyes on it and saw the flush of pleasure on her face.

It was all very pleasing, and he could feel the happy hum crackling in the air.

“Do you feel that?” he whispered, and she nodded, a lustful smile on her face.

“It liked it,” she replied, and her smile widened as she quivered there in the grip of the vines.

“It needs more. Give it more. Fuck me like a male in runt so we can give it exactly the nourishment it wants.” She twisted in the vines, moaning.

“Fuck, I need your cock in me. I need it deep and hard.”

He had not believed that his excitement could leap any higher but somehow it did, and his cock jerked, spewing a small stream of his seeds to the ground where it was rapidly absorbed.

Growling, he backed away and circled around her.

Vines shifted their hold and gathered until her ass was tilted toward him, her tight ass and sopping cunt opened for him.

He gripped the vines on either side of her, and she whimpered with wordless excitement as the head of his cock lined up against her and pressed against her slit, the head slowly slipping into her…

stretching her. The heat of her, and smell of her, was nothing short of ecstasy.

He tightened his grip and drove forward, his hips kicking as he thrust, his cock spearing deep.

She cried out, her body straining against the vines’ hold so that she could rock back against him as he dragged his cock from the tight, wonderful suction of her channel before burying it once again.

The moved together, his hips slapping against her ass as his tails twisted in the air on either side of them, his excitement growing more and more as her arousal thickened in the air and with every release that she drenched him with, her cunt tightening around him in a fist, milking him so hard that he was forced to release a stream of his cum.

He shifted his grip from the vines so that he cupped her breasts in his hands, rolling and flicking her nipples, helping her rock back forcibly against him to meet his every thrust. Her sweet cries of pleasure drew excited trills from the fahgor, several of whom had paired in the trees, the males piercing their females with the same feral ardor.

Pleasure hummed louder through him, vibrating through him as his sack tightened, drawing his seed up in a boiling pressure that was siphoned off only a little, taking the edge off, when she climaxed and forced it from his pulsing cock.

He growled, his body arching so that he covered her more completely, his tails sliding over her.

He dropped one hand to tweak and tease the bud at the top of her sex, enjoying every convulsion of her channel.

It was good. So good. The more he released, the more that dripped from her of their combined essences and the more the forest fed.

And it was so very hungry for them. He could feel its purr through him even as he felt the vines creep up his legs from the ground and those that were tangled around her rose up his arms, dragging around his shoulders to weave around the curved bony protrusions that grew from his skin, entangling them together.

One of his tails crept higher over her bottom pressed into her ass.

He shivered at the way it clenched around him even as her cunt tightened sharply around his cock.

He buried his cock into her over and over, drowning in the fog of pleasure as he slowly worked his tail in and out of her at a much more sedate pace, drawing her pleasure to meet his until she was trembling with the force of her repeated climaxes.

Only then did he press his second tail in with the first, stretching her exquisitely and tightening the space for his cock within her cunt exquisitely.

She was so perfect. It was as if she had been fashioned by the gods with him in mind.

A mate who talked with him, was affectionate toward him, tried to understand him, and whose body melted and opened to him until he was rutting her with the frenzy that she had requested, blind to everything but the feel of her beneath him and the spasms of her cunt and ass.

It was so sweet. The pressure grew within him as he panted, reveling in the whisper and purr of the forest through his senses.

Yes, it wanted for him to give everything.

His hips slammed forward, his mate’s cries loud in his ears, eager and welcoming.

She was shouting with his every thrust now, her cunt strangling his cock, her essence gushing as he thrust faster and faster, shuttling his cock in and out of her constricting channel.

Her scream ripped through the air, her essence flooding obscenely, making him delirious with want as she spasmed hard, providing enough force that her cunt nearly forced him out as bore down all him but gripping him hard, dragging him in when he forced the head of his cock to the mouth of her womb and pressed firmly at that barrier.

Heaven was found there within her cunt, within that tight channel that begged him to breed even as the forest whispered in rapturous agreement.

It began to crescendo, weaving around him, drawing him higher, twisting within him until he exploded with a roar, his seed shooting out from his cock the thick ropes as it jerked over and over as Liv convulsed around him anew.

Together they rocked and spasmed with their release as his seed and her fluids poured to the ground between them.

He held her long after they were spent, their bodies swaying together as if suspended on a lover swing, his heart filled with every bit of love and adoration for her. The words did not need to be spoken; they sang between them.

And so, time passed for them in that fashion: days, weeks, months, and longer.

They spent their days and nights together, talking and experiencing the wonders of his woods together.

Loving together in their bed and anywhere else they deigned.

And when the call of the forest trembled through him, and the trees rustled and sang eerily, they went into the woods where she would either draw him into her embrace, or he would mount her, and breed life into the woods through their frenzied sexual sacrifice.

And although he knew the day would come when it would require an offering of blood as well, he did not mind as he knew peace and happiness like he had never before found.

For there was never any judgement. Just love and acceptance from his little mate that grew by the day.

And the might and bloodlust of the mighty Zagorath was in this way tamed as it would be told among the fae folk for all time.