Date: Thu, 03 Dec 2015 20:39:35 +0100
From: charlie.fenderson <charlie.fenderson@o2.pl>
Subject: St Johns Eve: King of the Forest chapter 2

Disclaimer: this story is based purely on my fantasy. No character is based
on a real, living or dead, person; this story will include explicit scenes
of sex between teenagers under age of eighteen and mild scenes of violence
of unnatural nature; if those topic disturb you, please do not read any
further

From author : thanks for all the feedback I got, regarding the previous
installment. I hope you'll enjoy this chapter even more. Careful reader
brought to my attention two errors caused by the fact that I'm not a native
English speaker. While describing Michal's grandma I used word 'thick'
instead of 'plump'. Also instead of 'tight-ass', Damian should call Michal
'a stiff'. I am extremely grateful for those hints, as they help me to use
English language better.

PREVIOUSLY ON ST JOHN'S EVE: Michal is a 17 year old boy from Poland, who
decides to spend first month of summer at his grandparents house. After
reuniting with Damian, his childhood friend and encountering his new enemy,
Lukasz, he takes part in a village festival. While looking for a fake Fern
Flower he is separated from his friends and finds the actual legendary
flower. Once he picks it up, a strange light engulfs him...

King of the Forest

Do you know how does it feel to be in heaven? Me neither, as I feel clearly
and completely alive. I don't remember much from the last night, but I can
feel my own heartbeat and a need to breathe. I even feel something
more. Something, that made me mention heaven in the first place. As I open
my eyes, I can see something moving under the duvet at level with my
crotch, and oh Sweet Jesus on a Stick! Whoever it is, they are doing
excellent job on my cock! I'm not even curious about who they might be. The
windows are shut from the inside and I doubt anybody could just pass my
grandma, walk into the room and start sucking my dick. How do I know it's
not her? Because it would be fucking gross, and also the one that is
working hard on my rod has skin smooth as a baby. I can feel it, when their
cheeks are touching my thighs. Certainly, I could rise the duvet and
discover the identity of my benefactor, but being a major horndog, I can't
care less. I place my hands under my head and enjoy display of impressing
blowjob skills. It's certainly not their first time, as they efficiently
balance time which their wiggly tongue spends on circling the head of my
cock and on fondling my balls. They also seem to be deprived of any gag
reflex as my shaft repeatedly sinks into their warm, moist and velvety
throat, and their pert nose digs into my pubic mound. Although in general I
can last at least 20 minutes before cumming, this time I'm already getting
close. As I'm tensing my body in expectation of climax, I am suddenly
bewildered by something emerging from underneath the duvet on the other
side of the bed. I'm slightly put out of my stride, as the thing before my
eyes bears striking resemblance to a rat's tail!

However I'm not going to discriminate such a virtuoso just because they
happen to have a tail. I once again manage to relax and enjoy wonderful
feelings. The mysterious miracle-worker is now bobbing their head up and
down on my rod, pressing my head to his palate with his tongue and adding
some suction. This sets me into the right tune as my arousal starts rising
once again. My body tenses, I clench my fists on the bedsheets and start to
wriggle my toes involuntarily, as they take their mouth off of my shaft and
lick entire length of my member, from balls up to the head and once again
engulf it in their mouth as a wave of an awesome orgasm washes over me. Not
a single drop of my cum spills out, something new to me, as Jan, my ex,
always used to spit it out.

For a few seconds I find it hard to breathe.  But as afterglow fades away,
my reason comes back. Who the fuck was in my bed? How the fuck did they get
there? And why the fuck did they have a tail? Those are the most important
questions at hand. The answer presents itself as my guest crawls up and his
head bobs up from beneath the covers. To call it strange would be an
understatement. His hair are strawberry blond, but with green strands here
and there. While his left eye is blue as a sky, the right one is juicy
green, but what they both have in common, is charming mischievous
glare. His ears have pointed tips and when he smiles at me, I can see that
his fangs are a bit longer than those of a human. I mean too long for a
human. Because besides those weird features he looks like an average boy of
my age. His skin is pale, smooth and his face and arms are covered in
freckles.

'Wh- who are you? Do you understand me?' - I ask in whisper, mainly to
break the awkward silence.

'I do, and you can understand me, because you're the one that summoned me
to human dimension. I'm Rusalek.'

Summoned? Rusalek? Dimension? He may be gorgeous, but has to have at least
one screw loose.

'Could you get off of me please? - I ask, as it's hard to concentrate with
his warmth and weight on top of me. And god, that scent... Like a mowed
grass or the air just after the storm. He smells like summer - Summoned
you? What do you mean?'

'You've found the Fern Flower. By collecting it, you've formed a contract
and you were granted services of a demon in order to make your wish come
true.' -Rusalek replies, still on top of me.

This is ridiculous. A demon from another dimension. That's a term for a
trespasser I've never heard of. However I'm deciding to put up with his
bullshit for a little longer. I push him off lightly and he finally is off
me. But he immediately cuddles up to me. For some reason, I can't resist
him and push him away.

'So, how is sucking my dick supposed to help me to get to the university?'

'It won't, as it's not your wish. Your parents had forced it upon you.' -
he replies, breathing into my ear. His hand is lightly stroking my hip and
his legs are around mine.

'No, I... How can you even know that?'

'I am a demon, and your seed has given me strength. I can hear your
thoughts and let you hear mine. You should have noticed we're talking
without using our mouth.'

I'm about to protest, but as I open my mouth, I realise that it's dry and
wasn't used for speaking since I woke up. This, my friends, is getting
fucking weird.

'Demon? Demons don't exist and you are obviously human. Also, how did you
get here?'

'Human? Then sit up and I'll show you something.' - he says (let me keep
using this word for the sake of convenience).

I do as he says and he raises the duvet from himself, lying down on his
stomach. I'm speechless.

Human or not, he is fucking gorgeous. His body is perfectly proportional,
not to lean, not too muscular, just the perfect balance. The only thing
unattractive about him is the tail, which appears to be authentic as it
keeps twitching and moving around. Under it, there is most wonderful
buttcheeks I have ever seen. God dammit, how I want to forget all my
questions and motorboat this bubble butt right now!

'You may touch me - he urges me - you'll like it.'

How can I refuse such an invitation? With trembling hand I reach out and
just with the tip of my fingers I trace across his thigh, the wonderful
mound of his ass, and up his back, to an ornamental tattoo representing a
bird with spread wings. His skin is neither like velvet nor silk. Both are
not worthy of being compared with this smooth, pure and flawless
texture. Neither can I. My own body isn't pretty. I look like a fucking
Pinocchio. Long arms and legs, narrow chest, big feet and hands and butt
that is sticking out so much, that if I bent over, people could use it as a
coffee table.

'Okay, you're a bit unusual, but not really. There are rare cases of people
born with vestigial tails. Twenty three since 19th century to be
exact. Yours just wasn't surgically removed.' - I say, feeling kind of
angry.

'And the tattoo?' - asks Rusalek, turning on his side too look at me. He
seems really surprised with my reasonability.

'You have crazy parents that let you get it.' - I reply, trying to sound
careless and unbothered by his slightly muscled chest, and flat
stomach. Although he is definitely my age, he is perfectly hairless. Not
trimmed, mind you. I can tell the difference. His dick is soft now, so I
can't correctly estimate its' length.

When he hears me say that, something changes. He becomes dead serious and
says:

- Don't dare to insult my family! We may have formed the contract, but it
doesn't mean I can't make you pay for the lack of respect to the Clan of
Air!

- Okay! Okay! Calm down. Sorry if I offended you somehow. So - I pause to
gather my thoughts - let's pretend that you're really a demon. What is my
wish according to you, and how can you help me?'

'Well - he smiles devilishly once again - your wish is to be able to be
exactly who you are, isn't it? You don't want to be afraid of people
discovering that you prefer men to women, do you?'

'Carry on.' - I reply, as only with such short sentence I'm able to keep my
cool. Bastard was some kind of psychic. Or had a good source of intel.

'I can make any person desire you. Of course given that you'll provide me
with the power.'

'And how is that done?' - I ask, already deducing an answer.

'By putting your seed in me, at least once a day. Of course, the more you
do it, the more powerful I become.'

'You are fucking mental. Get out of my bed, you crook.' - I reply, dropping
to the pillow. Rusalek uses it as an opportunity to get on top of me under
the duvet.

'Then explain this.' - he says.

Suddenly his features become unclear. He is shapeshifting. He is fucking
shapeshifting! One moment later on top of me there is slightly chubby,
darkhaired man. Man, whose hazel eyes closely resemble mine. He is naked. I
start screaming at the top of my lungs as I suddenly realize it's my
father. As I shout for a third time, my grandma enters my room.

'What's going on, Misiu? - she asks, bending over me and looking into my
eyes, clearly oblivious to what is happening - Why did you start screaming?
Did you have a bad dream?'

'No grandma, I'm fine.' - I reply, my voice still trembling.

'Are you sure, love? Maybe it's a fever?' - she keeps asking, placing her
warm hand on my forehead.

'No, I said I'm fine! - I say sharply - I'll get up in the minute.'

You may think I am an asshole, but bear in mind that from my point of view
I have a naked doppelganger of my father lying on top of me and my grandma
with her hand on my forehead.

'Alright, love. Damian called half an hour ago. I told him to come by.'

'What? But I'm not ready! - I say, suddenly feeling panicked. I can't
imagine standing before him only in boxers and unshaven! - When did he say,
he'll come by?'

As I say that, there is a knocking at the door.

'It must be him! Please granny, keep him busy, while I dress, ok?'

She smiles at me and leaves. Rusalek returns to his normal form and is
rolling off of me, laughing. After I get up and find yesterday's clothes to
wear for the time being, I say to him:

'Don't dare to come out of this room. I'll deal with you later.'

'As you wish, Master.' he says, sending me a sly grin.



Shaking my head in resignation I'm passing to another room. Damian is
already clean, kempt and dressed. He turns his head to me and smiles
vaguely.

'Have you had a breakfast already? - I ask scratching my stomach.

'Y-yeah - he stutters - but I can see you didn't.'

'Maybe you'll want some. I'll make my favorite one.'

'I'll see when it's ready. I'm not taking any chances.'

'You'll be begging for it.'

'My God, Michal! Where did you make such a mess of yourself?' - asks
grandma loudly, looking at my t-shirt. It's covered in dirt and even torn
on the side. Fuck, I liked this t-shirt.

'Sorry grandma, the party got a bit crazy.' - I reply, a bit embarrassed at
being scolded in front of my friend.

'Give me this t-shirt, I'll wash it and mend it for you, honey.'

"Honey", Jesus Christ! What was I, five? I quickly take it off so that she
would finally leave us alone. When she's out of the house, I open the
fridge and take out few eggs, a piece of chicken breast and ketchup. Then,
from the cabinet I take out a bag of instant rice. After chopping and
frying chicken, I add it to the cooked rice, and mix it with ketchup. Then,
I stir three eggs and fry it only on one side, then put it on a plate. I
put a rice mixture on top of it and make a roll. Then I cut it in half,
place one part on another plate and present it to Damian.

`Try to resist it, bitch.'

`So you can eat it all? Never!' - he answers with smile and accepts the
food. Suddenly I feel bad about the Rusalek. I told him to stay put, but he
was probably hungry. I excuse myself and go back to my room. God dammit,
I'm gone for twenty minutes, and this fucker has already disappeared! Well,
good riddance. I return to the kitchen to see Damian munching on his food.

`Holy shit, that's delicious! What is it?' - he asks with his mouth full.

`It's japanese style omelette. That's my favourite food.'

`Naah, it's good, but kebabs are so much better!'

We spend some time on arguing about food and joking around. The topic of
previous night is still avoided, as my grandma is back at the house and
watches tv. Once we're finished eating, it's time for me to wash myself. I
urge Damian to stay with me and talk, but for some reasons he says he'd
rather wait outside. He must be really shy, if he's afraid to see another
guy changing...

	After all, it appears he came over to take me to the lake for a
swim. He can't believe when I agree immediately, as he doesn't know of my
hidden agenda. I'm willing to go there to see more of his lean body. Shy or
not, he would have to undress for swimming. While we walk through the
village, it's finally time to catch up on last night's events. Since I woke
up I had managed to remember everything to the point of picking up the
flower. But instead of truth, I tell Damian that I got out of the woods by
another path and decided to go home. When I ask him about himself and his
friends, he says that they called out to me few times and then decided to
come home. Today's visit was to either make sure if I'm still alive or
inform my grandparents about my disappearance. Damian starts to apologize
and tell me how sorry he is for being such a stupid asshole. I hush him, as
it breaks my heart to see him so distressed. He lights up in an instant and
changes the topic, visibly relieved.

`You were pretty bold yesterday, almost telling Lukasz to fuck off.' - he
congratulates me.

`Oh yeah, who the fuck was that by the way? It seems that he thinks he owns
the village.'

'He would like that, I'm sure. - says Damian in an amused tone - He doesn't
get along very well with his daddy. I think, that acting like an asshole
gives him some kind of retribution.'

'Poor little baby... Say, do I know him from somewhere? He acted like he
had known me.'

'No, not really. - replies Damian after a moment's hesitation - At least
not that I recall.'

'You're probably right. What kind of moron would be his friend.' - I
chuckle.

'Well, he has five friends.'

'We're friends. - I smile at him, which makes him blush adorably - They are
just his minions.'

Not bothering with Lukasz anymore, we joke around, until we reach the
lake. Since it's almost noon, all the structures erected for the festival
are already dismantled and taken away. We undress to our boxers. Seeing
Damian almost naked causes me to feel ashamed of my body once
again. Although skinny like me, he has small, pert ass, and hands and feet
in size adequate to the rest of his body. What attracts my attention are
two beauty spots of exact same shape and size, one below his left eye and
one just below his left nipple. When I mention them he makes a funny face
and immediately jumps head-first into the water, probably not used to being
in center of somebody's attention. I quickly follow him, dive-bombing into
the lake, just in time to hide my growing boner.

We splash around in water, and play catch, which gives me perfect
opportunity to "accidentally" grope his ass and chest for a few times. To
my surprise he doesn't really mind it, and even goes so far as to squeezing
my buttcheek once, which almost makes me cum on the spot. We're swimming
until our fingers and toes are wrinkled. Since we don't have towels, we
decide to lay down on grass and let sun dry us off. Even when we don't
speak, it feels so comfortable to be with him. I wonder, if there is a
chance, that he is gay too. All the evidence seems to indicate that he is
an ordinary straight guy. On the other hand, given that he lives in a small
village and comes from a catholic family, he may be so far in the closet,
that he can see Narnia... If only there would be a way, some kind of
magical way, to read his thoughts and make sure. Maybe Rusalek could... I
shrug off that thought with a smirk, and placing my chin on my arm, I stare
at Damian, who is now lying on his back, with his eyes closed and a gentle
smile lingering on his lips.

Just as I entertain a thought of picking up a blade of grass and tickling
Damian with it, we can hear approaching footsteps. Immediately we're both
on our feet. Shit, it's Lukasz and his band of bastards again. There are
only three of them, the rest probably busy with helping their parents, like
Damian's friends.

'Morning, faggots - shouts Lukasz - are you having a date, or something?'

'Is that a problem? Are we interrupting on your outdoor threesome?' - I
snap at him.

'Watch your fucking mouth, or you'll be looking for your t-shirt in the
lake!'

Terrified, I noticed that they are standing over the clothes that me and
Damian threw off wherever just to get into the water faster.

'Don't dare to fucking touch those clothes!' - I shout.

'Ok, ok, so how about, I'll touch your girlfriend's? '- he asks, picking up
Damian's white t-shirt, and throwing it towards the lake. Even his
sidekicks seem surprised with his boldness. I don't hesitate for a
second. Before T-shirt lands in the water, I run up to Lukasz and thrust my
fist into his stomach. Even in pain, motherfucker manages to catch me by
the arms and pull me on the ground. We roll around for dozen seconds and
then he is on top of me. He bends over me and I can feel that bastard
didn't brush his teeth today.

'Don't ever tell me what to do, bitch.'

I'm helpless. He lays two painful punches on my jaw and stands up.

'Now get the fuck out of here and don't ever try to get cheeky with me.'

Damian has to jump into the lake to retrieve his shirt, so his wet
again. We have to dress and leave, while Lukasz and his henchmen are
watching over us. This is second most humiliating experience I have ever
felt.

'Sorry, they've ruined your shirt.' - I say, feeling the hint of guilt. If
not for my attitude, Lukasz would throw my clothes instead of his. They are
old and worn out anyway, while Damian's t-shirt appeared to be brand new.

'You couldn't help it. - he shrugs his shoulders, looking away - But try
not to pick up anymore fights. Your playing hero won't do us any good.'

What can I say... He is right. Although I would prefer him to praise me, I
can't even argue or be mad at him. Once he is dry, we go back to our
houses, me trying to pick up conversation and him answering in
monosyllables.



By the beginning of the next week, things go back to normal. To be honest
for a moment I was afraid that Damian would bear a grudge against me, as I
couldn't imagine his parents reaction when they saw his t-shirt in such
state. Eventually it appears that whatever stains that were on it, were
removed pretty easily. Lately, we hang out mainly in the afternoon, so I'm
able to spend time not only with Damian but also Adam, Marcin and
Tomasz. Not exactly productive in deepening mine and Damian's relationship,
but I can't say it's boring. Although we play video games from time to
time, we hang out a lot outside, so I'm finally able to get a bit of
tan. We ride on bicycles a lot, and one evening we even go fishing
(although I am the only one to come back empty handed).

I'm pretty much satisfied with my sex life as Rusalek comes back each night
to blow me or give me a handjob. He says he can disappear and reappear as
he pleases, but for me he is at best extremely agile and quiet when he
wants to and somehow manages to sneak in and out of my room. I don't dwell
on the subject, as the state of things is to my favour and I am a bit tired
with those delusions of his. Finally, one night, to prove him wrong, I ask:

'So, what would I have to do, if I want you to make someone desire me?'

'Just bring me their blood.' - he answers matter-of-factly, digging his
chin into my chest.

'Blood?! Are you crazy? How am I gonna get someone's blood?!'

'Well, it's not like your life depends on it. - Rusalek shrugs his
shoulders - This means more of your seed is left for me.' - he smiles
broadly.

'Fuck off, I'm not some vending machine!  - I snap at him, but not without
a smile - Could you at least explain to me, why do you need someone's blood
to make them desire me?'

'Because to perform such magic I need to cast the spell on a specific
person, you genius.' - he says, raising his eyebrow in a cute expression.

'So a hair should be enough, right?'

'I guess, but don't you think it would be boring?'

'Just you fucking wait, and I'll entertain you!' - I say, throwing him off
me and start tickling him, delighted with smoothness of his skin and his
gleeful laughter.

On the next day, I choose my prey carefully. I need an adult, unmarried
person, who doesn't really have contact with my grandparents, just in case
Rusalek's magic proves to be as bullshit as I suspect it is. Actually it's
quite easy to spot a perfect person for my purposes. He lives in a wooden
hut at the end of the village, and he is rumored to be a hunter and possess
few shotguns and rifles. Supposedly, there is a collection of hunting
trophies that he likes to show off, which gives me a perfect excuse to
visit him.

Just as expected, I am dragged into his house just after I greet him and
explain that I'd like to hear about his achievements. His name is Slawomir
and he is a tall man with a noticeable potbelly. He has grizzled hair,
bright blue cheerful eyes and moustache that make him look like your
typical uncle. We sit in the kitchen, the only room in the house, as he
shows me walls "decorated" with skulls of the animals, mostly deers. I'm a
bit grossed out, but trying to play it cool and seem interested. The only
thing that worries me is how am I gonna be able to concentrate on sex, with
all this carcass staring at me.

Still, my resolve is unyielding. Once he leaves house to use the toilet, I
go through his cabinets and find his comb and collect some hair, which I
hide in a battery slot of my phone, which I emptied beforehand. I actually
stay at the dinner, to listen to him a bit more, as he prooves to be a
decent storyteller.

At night, I entrust my finding to Rusalek. We sit cross-legged on the
bed. Rusalek cups his hands with hair inside them. He focuses for a minute
and then the strangest thing happens. The hair suddenly starts levitating
and bursts into flames! I swear to God, that it's exactly what happened!
Rusalek lets the ash fall into his hands and warns me:

'I'm going to blow this into your eyes. Don't blink, or it won't work!'

'Let's get over with it, ok?' - I grumble and goggle my eyes. Although I
expect at least a slight stinging, nothing really happens.

'There. Now he won't be able to resist you.' - he said, wiggling his tail
happily. This fucking thing really gives me creeps.

'When does it wear off?' - I ask, looking for the loopholes in this
suspicious "magic".

'It's active as long as they live. Of course once you've had sex with him,
it also deactivates the spell.'

'And is he going to remember the whole thing?'

'Maybe as a dream. But he'll probably won't remember even that much.'

'Maybe? Probably? - I raise my eyebrows in astonishment - Do you realise,
how risky it sounds?'

'Once again, this is something you want to do on your own resolution. - he
says, laying back on the bed comfortably - You have to take that risk,
sweetie.'

'Ok, ok. Move your ass, I want to lay down too.'

'Yes, my master.' - he says, rolling aside, so his butt is in a full
view. Unable to resist such temptation, I lay down, spooning him, and cover
us both with a duvet.

Next day in the morning I'm standing at his doorstep. I knock twice, part
of me wishing, that he isn't home. On my way here, I didn't walk by the
main road, but rather crossed through fields and meadows so no one would
see me. I'm a bundle of nerves. I'm positive that yesterday I saw
levitating flame, but I'm still reluctant to trust Rusalek and his
tricks. But there I am, looking at the slowly opening door. As our eyes
meet, the man blushes and draws a deep breath. Before I'm able to speak, he
lifts me up, holding me by my butt and carries me inside his house, seating
me at the top of the table. No word is spoken as he takes of f my T-shirt
with a Superman logo printed over it. As we kiss, his moustache is tickling
my nose. I notice it's surprisingly soft and pleasant in touch. I unbutton
his camouflage jacket to reveal broad hairy chest. I fondle his big nipples
with my fingers, as I'm not really up for picking out chest hair from
between my teeth. Slawomir on the other hand doesn't have to worry about
such thing, as my chest is hairless. Since he lacks practice, he slobbers
with his tongue all over it. It still feels kind of nice an ticklish, so
I'm far from stopping him.

'Let's go to bed.' - I demand in a husky voice after few minutes.

'As you wish.' - he answers, almost breathless. He carries me over to the
bed, places me gently on it and stands before me. Without hesitation, I
reach for the buckle of his belt and let his jeans drop to the floor. Then
I yank his briefs down. This is amazing! As I glance at his face, there's
no trace of disgust or a shame, just pure lust! After all Rusalek must be
using some kind of magic. I should be nicer to him from now on!

Back to Slawomir. His dick is hairy but beautiful and delicious. It's not
really long, but quite thick with bulbous head, that is already leaking
precum. I lick my lips and get to work. After licking up his sweet nectar,
I circle the head with my tongue and try to swallow the whole thing, but I
soon gag. Instead of making an impossible effort, I decide to please my
lover with slow, deliberate licks on the underside and head of his dick. As
I place my mouth over the head, and stroke the shaft, more precum escapes
from his piss slit. As I fondle it with the tip of my tongue, he snorts. He
actually snorts. I chuckle, still with his dick in my mouth which pleases
him even further, and causes him to leak even more.

I don't want him to cum yet, as I'm anxious to try main course for the
first time in a month. Without warning him, I lay down on my stomach, rip
off my own shorts (no underwear, ha!) And stick out my butt in his
direction.

'Lick my ass daddy, get my boy hole wet and ready!' - I order him and he
drops to his knees without slightest hesitation. He licks around my
sphincter, until his big wet tongue finds the way inside me. I roll my eyes
in delight.

'Spank me daddy, I've been a naughty boy!' - I moan. Obedient as always, he
swats my ass four times, while still tonguefucking me. Jan used to pretend
that he spanks me when we had sex. Even though he was a top, he wasn't too
much of a dominant type. Slawomir spanks me for real, exactly how I like
it. We are huffing and sweating. The whole room is hot and sultry. Slawomir
gropes my butt and licks it as if he found the sweetest candy. He is like
the ultimate rimming machine and nothing but my word can stop him.

'I'm ready for your big cock daddy. Fuck me like an animal.'

He stands up, and lays down on top of me, gently distributing his weight on
the bed and on me. His belly is soft and soon I can feel his dick pressing
on my anus. Since I am a seasoned bottom, he enters me quite easily, and
the sting caused by penetration is quite bearable. The fullness I feel is
incomparable to anything that I have ever felt. The feelings are
overwhelming me, and I feel the urge to turn my head and kiss him
deeply. He starts fucking me slowly, placing soft kisses on my neck and
back, his tickling moustache driving me crazy. But this is merely a
warm-up. The instant, when he feels comfortable in my tight ass is the
moment when the real fun begins. How can I describe it? He plows me without
mercy, breeds me like a wild beast, he fucks me, like there was no
tomorrow. Who knew that such plump body could contain so much energy? He
doesn't slow down for a minute, letting out occasional moan or snort from
time to time. My dick is hard as rock, and I think Im going to be able to
experience my first hands-free orgasm.

'Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum, baby!' - he moans in my ear.

'Fuck yeah, daddy, breed my ass!' - I command him. He pins me down on the
bed and starts fucking me with mighty thrusts. I'm actually worried about
the slapping of our bodies being audible from the outside, but only with a
small part of my mind. The rest is too overloaded with pleasure and lust to
care. Finally I can feel few powerful blasts of cum hitting my insides,
which causes me to spill my own cum on his bed. Slawomir lets out a loud
roar, then his body freezes with his rod buried in my ass all the way to
his balls and then rolls off of me, momentarily falling into a deep
slumber. I look at him in disappointment, as I was counting on a little
cuddling after sex. But maybe that's exactly how Rusalek's magic works?

After a moment I stand up on my feet, and feel that my legs are kind of
wobbly. I'm doing my best to remove my cum from the covers with the wet
towel, and after I'm dressed, I leave quietly.



NIGHT; THE WOODS



Slawomir couldn't sleep that night. He slept until noon today. To his
surprise, he wasn't wearing anything and there was a wet spot on the bed,
when he woke up.  For all the day, he had a strange feeling of relax and
fulfillment, that made him somehow worried, since he had no idea as to
where it was coming from. At 4 AM he decided that it was time to go into
the woods. With a rifle in his hand he was walking cautiously, careful not
to step on any dry stick that could reveal his position.

He wasn't really counting on shooting anything. His best years as a hunter
has long passed. For him, taking a rifle in his hand and walking around the
forest was like a travel in time. A ritual that gave him sense of duty and
belonging. But there was something weird and ghastly about this night. It
was as if a hostile, dreadful shadow was looming over him. For the first
time in forty years, he was afraid of the woods.

He almost jumped, when he heard a rumble on his left side. Taking a deep
breath, he ducked and looked in that direction. He muttered few curses, as
his belly was getting in the way of his knees. If only he could be young
again, like the boy, that visited him yesterday. He was so nice and seemed
so interested in his stories. Maybe he should teach him to shoot and hunt?
Pass down his legacy on someone younger, while he still could...

He focused back on the moment and tried to pierce the darkness with his
eyes. The night was bright with a moonlight, but his sight wasn't as good
as it was once. He had to get closer. The excitement was replacing fear and
tension in his heart. He was crouching closer and closer, curious, anxious,
eager to hunt down the prey. Something moved and grunted again. A bit
closer to him. He released the safety lock of his rifle and crouched
further. Where was it hiding? Why couldn't he see it? That was probably his
last big prey. He couldn't miss it. This wasn't for sport anymore. It was a
matter of his pride.

Immediately he regretted his wish, as in the light of the moon appeared a
creature unknown to him. He had no idea of what could it be. The only
things he knew were that it was gigantic, ancient and indescribably
dangerous. From what his terrified eyes could make out he wasn't sure if he
is looking at an animal or at the disguised human of formidable height. The
body of the creature closely resembled that of the bear, only with bigger
claws. The head was wolf-like with fangs sticking out like sabers. The
monster was standing on its feet and looking at Slawomir with a pair of
mesmerizing yellow eyes. After the moment of tense silence, the beast let
out a loud roar, and charged at hunter, moving on all of his four paws.

When he decided to run, it was already too late. The giant paw hit his
torso and ejected him in the air. The last thing he saw was a tree trunk,
he was about to hit with his head.

TBC.

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