"The Wild King", chapter 9
"I think it's a type of mold" I said as I inspected the residual smears of the substance on my thigh, not yet even close to ready to address the dark, smutty coat of the stuff on my two fingers and the entirety of my dick. King began to try to...
"The Wild King", chapter 5
I had a dream that I saw myself as a child. I stood at the front porch of a beautiful home, with a luscious garden in the yard. The fields sprawled out with life, magnolia trees and willows standing guard as I descended the staircase to the yard. His...
"The Wild King", chapter 10
"Maybe we could go into town in the next few days, together. I could order us some food, we could go sit out in the fields and have a picnic together." I said over the sound of bones crunching. I was sitting on the porch, King was in the yard. Ever...
"The Wild King", chapter 11
He always seemed just out of reach, his glowing antlers guiding my way through trees, over rocks, amidst brush and thorn and vine. I would extend my arm to touch him and couldn't find him close enough to feel. He didn't get too far away, though, and it...
"The Wild King" epilogue pt. 1
The first place I went to was Buck's trailer. I had to drive with the radio off, it made me feel sick. I drove nude, as well, and dressed when I parked the truck in his yard. The sensation of clothing on my body was too much to bear, and as I stepped...
"The Wild King", chapter 7
I remember the feeling of floating. The grass was behind me, but I was upright, as if the world had been turned sideways. My weight didn't feel as if it was in my back, but rather my feet, or nothing at all really. I didn't feel as if I had a weight....