Special Edition Art Poll: Chapter 5 (Patreon)

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Emily and Bigfoot

He helped her position herself above his shaft. The head of his cock was entirely to large, but her labia bloomed much like a flower, ready to accommodate him. She swiveled her hips, teasing him just a bit. Their fluids were mixing more thoroughly now, but, more importantly, she was in direct contact with his magic.

A nymph’s magic allowed her to connect with an individual on so many levels. It was like opening a door into their soul and seeing what made them tick. His magic was meant to connect him to the natural world, linking him inextricably to every living thing around him. Grunting, she sank down onto his rigid cock, the forest coming alive around her. The large bulge of his glans sank into her, and she was assailed by the sounds and scents of the woods. The leaves had a smell that reminded her of hay rides and sunshine, the earth now a mixture of everything in her spice rack.

“Hoooooly shit!” His cock simply kept going, her stomach muscles contracting when he pushed up against her cervix. She moved her hips from side to side, buying time to stretch even farther. One hand moved over her stomach and she pressed in on her belly, feeling his cock move beneath her hand. Bigfoot growled and grabbed her by the hips. His hands were so massive that his fingertips touched behind her.

She rode him as best as she could, but her leg muscles immediately tired. The size difference between the two of them was making it difficult for her to establish a decent tempo, and his massive cock kept distracting her. The clearing was aglow with pink and purple light motes that drifted into the woods. Connected as she was to the sasquatch, she could tell that the animals of the forest had been forced into heat and were now desperately pursuing one another.

“Gods…” she muttered, her mind expanding even faster than her vagina. She could feel so many living things right now, creatures with thoughts and emotions all their own. The door had been opened to the true spirit of the forest and her mind struggled to contain it all.

Yuki realizes that Mike is Coming

She glared down at the woods below, the clouds above dropping a fresh blanket of snow around the tower. It would melt and feed the river, providing life-giving water to the creatures below. Sometimes she pretended that it was her anger that melted the ice of the mountain, tempering her hot rage. Other times, she debated burning the forest to the ground.

She was in a foul mood, the tarot cards spread in front of her. Every day she would do a reading, and everyday was largely the same. The cards would fall and reveal that her future was unchanged, the safety of her keep unbreached.

Today had been different. Halfway through the reading, she had gotten the sense of being watched. Flipping over one of the cards, she had found herself once more in that wretched house, gazing across the table at a man who sat over the game board, his eyes glued to the pieces below.

She squeezed her fingers so hard into the cold stone that her claws emerged, scratching lines into the solid granite. She had no idea who he was, but he was in the house. Did this mean that Emily was dead? If so, what of this new Caretaker?

No, she couldn’t suffer the potential consequences. If he could find his way here, then that meant she could find her way back and claim what was rightfully hers.