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Sunlight shimmered through the canopy of green maple leaves and swaying branches, casting strange shadows on the trunks and ground below. The perfect summer day should have felt warm and comforting, but there was something off that was putting Evan on edge. The young man swore he had heard someone call his name, not from the small neighbourhood out in front of his home, but from the forest behind it. It had always been a quiet place, but it wasn’t uncommon for kids voices or laughter from a nearby barbecue to carry on the breeze to the isolated backyard of his parents house. Here though, he was certain it had come from the woods. It had been so clear but so quick that it actually startled him awake from the edge of a nap. No fence separated their backyard from the wilderness. The house was flanked on three sides by a dense wall of tall trees, keeping the majority of the space private and serene, but Evan would be the first to admit that sometimes the general quiet and darkness he saw looking out at the forests edge at night gave him shivers. How he maintained his love of nature even after years spent inventing monsters lurking under the boughs beckoning him outside in the small hours of the night as a child was a mystery to him. This was broad daylight though, not even noon. He sat up on his elbows, staring out across the patio and lawn to the forest’s edge, scanning the myriad greens and browns for anything out of place. It wouldn’t have been the first time folks from the neighbourhood had gone wandering into the woods and wound up at their property; it was par for the course when you lived this far out from civilization. Too easy to walk in a circle and find yourself back where you started or, more strangely, finding yourself much further from the neighbourhood than you had planned. Just trees. The same trees he had spent grade school running through and playing amongst. The same thick-trunked maples he and his friends had smoked their first joints under just a month prior to celebrate the start of their final year of high school. The same monstrous pine tree that prevented everything under it from growing other than mushrooms in autumn and scared him as a child at night by looking like some looming creature deeper into the woods. Nothing looked out of place, but there was still something gnawing at the back of Evan’s mind. In spite of it, the young man did his best to relax back onto his yoga mat to enjoy the sun and sounds of the late morning. There wasn’t enough motivation to put his shorts and tank top back on, certainly not when the sun felt so good against his smooth skin. With no one around and his friends out on their own, Evan just wanted to nap on the back porch, work on his tan, and just not think. Up until a few moments ago, he had been succeeding, but then there was the apparent sound of his name being called. Slowly, very slowly, Evan began relaxing again and was slipping closer and closer back to the nap he had been on the verge of. “Evan...” There! The boy sat bolt upright again, a dizzy-spell overtaking him for several moments at the sudden motion. Shaking his head, Evan once again found his eyes drawn to the far corner of the green lawn. If it had been someone, a neighbour or wandering hunter, he didn’t particularly want them to see him hanging out in his birthday suit, though if they had a problem with him being naked on his own property he’d have been happy to give them a piece of his mind for peeping. He wasn’t a complete pushover. Slowly, the teen climbed to his feet, pulling his shorts up and his tank top on, all the while keeping his eyes roving over the greenery behind his house. As far into the forest as Evan could see, there was a generally uniform brightness thanks to the cloudless blue sky above, but one area seemed darker, more shadowed than the rest without any apparent reason. There were two or three old oak trees further into the woods, but those were on the east side of their lot, and this shadow was to the northwest. That was when his eyes came to focus on something he’d never seen before. Two large solid black circles, hovering just over the lowest branch of a towering maple tree. Evan tensed up as he locked in on the anomaly, conflicting thoughts scrambling his mind as he both attempted to rationalize the dots away as a trick of the light and warn himself that nothing back there could naturally make two pitch black circles. The birdsong he had been lulling himself into a nap with seemed to grow more distant the longer he looked at them, and the longer he looked at them, the more convinced he was that whatever those two inky pools of darkness were, they were clearly looking back at him. He sat up fully then, slowly climbing to his bare feet while keeping his eyes locked on the two orbs within the trees. The summer sun beaming down on him from above failed to offset the goosebumps that overtook him, but he remained exactly where he was, as if taking even a single step would cause the sight before him to disappear never to be found again. But, the more he looked at it, the more curiosity took over from unease. The two steps from patio to the lush green grass of the lawn barely registered as the young man moved closer, his eyes never wavering from the anomaly in the trees. It wasn’t until a particularly knotted twig prodded deep into the flesh of his foot that Evan even realized that he had moved at all. Evan lost balance and cursed under his breath, looking down for a moment to confirm he wasn’t bleeding, and when he looked back up, he froze once again. The black orbs that had been hovering just above the lower branch of the maple tree were no longer there, but a swift scan picked them up again in no time thanks to the fact that they were now much larger. Much closer. A tire swing hung from a thick limb of a maple right on the edge of the treeline, rarely ever used anymore, and the orbs were now resting above where the rope was lashed to the bough. Three meters up. Evan found he was craning his head back to look up at the baseball sized circles of black, utterly unaware that he had been walking closer to the treeline even after he had spotted them again. Pinpricks of white were set into the centres of the black like pupils, and they captivated the young man now standing half a dozen feet away. This close, more details started to appear, though Evan was having trouble identifying them properly. Shadows and sunlight shifted in the breeze, at times forming something solid, something Evan could recognize as being physical, before being lost to the dance of leaves and branches again. The orbs, the eyes, were the only constant. The eyes and the shimmering darkness that flickered in the spaces between beams of light and greenery. “Evan...” The lads bowels clenched at the voice seemingly being whispered directly into his ear, but he found he couldn’t turn and run or even scream. His feet were frozen in place, his legs trembling as a wave of sweat began beading across his body. The chilling fear of this... whatever it was, was at odds with the dense heat radiating from the space it occupied, like Evan was standing next to a bonfire with his back exposed to the freezing cold of night. The boy was terrified that if he so much as twitched the thing would be on him, and he didn’t want to think about how that would end... That it towered so high above him, some primal part of Evan’s brain knew he was on the cusp of being touched by it, his spatial awareness screaming for him to not take a single step further. “Evan?” Between the warring emotions wracking his mind, Evan felt something wholly unexpected; a strange urge that put a flush in his cheeks and a surge of blood through his extremities. Something dragged along his exposed arm, a branch or twig though he was still a distance from the trees. It was soothing in a strange way, at least until Evan tore his gaze from the abyssal eyes above him and saw that whatever had brushed against him was a long almost skeletal appendage... an arm. He had been so very wrong about being out of reach. Tipped with dangerously sharp claws, the limb retracted slowly and gracefully, a long clawed finger beckoning him closer still to the forest, and the young man found he had already taken a step forward. The thing was almost impossible to pin down, even the physical arm that he followed seemed more made of the shifting shadows of the canopy and the chaotic jumble of branches both near and far overlapping in his vision, rather than flesh and bone. Though as the heat grew and the lush grass gave way to old fallen leaves under his feet, Evan began to see more. Three meters had been a good guess for the thing’s height. It towered over the youth now standing before it. Its eyes, those inky black pits with their sharp white pupils that shimmered like heat haze were set into a massive sun-bleached deer skull. A long thin neck connected it to a barrel-like torso of thick tar black fur that looked like it was straining to contain a the rib cage beneath. Emaciated, but wiry. Thin as its body seemed, even the blackness of the fur wasn’t able to hide the tightly corded muscles underneath, bunching and twitching as it took a graceful backwards step as Evan got closer. Still its long clawed finger drew the human beyond the threshold of the forest, the sounds of the trees rasping in his mind. Rustling leaves above resolved into a shadowed crown of gnarled and twisted branches; a looming rack of antlers akin to a moose flanking either side of the leering skull as it flitted between being physically there and being a trick of the light and shadows. “Evan.” Backwards jointed legs, animal legs, tipped with large cloven hooves, stepped surely and quietly, failing to disturb the undergrowth they stepped on in spite of the thing keeping its enthralling gaze locked with the small human before it. Evan should have been running in terror. He should have been breaking down and weeping for the sight of this thing straight from an old Grimm fairytale or dark mythology. Instead, he just placed one bare foot in front of the other until it suddenly felt right to stop. The tank top the youth was wearing didn’t make a sound as a long claw dragged through the cotton fabric as if it wasn’t there. His shorts fared no better, though as soon as the claw passed through the waistband they simply fell without resistance to pool at his feet. He had been home alone, so underwear wasn’t something he had been concerned about, and now his mind was so... entranced? Captivated? Overwhelmed by the thing before him that his sudden nakedness didn’t register in the least. It barely took the edge off of the almost suffocating heat it radiated. The white in the sockets of its eyes seemed to flare bigger, shimmering more energetically like the air above a black asphalt road in the desert. Its skull head tilted as if the thing was appraising Evan now that it had him so close, its massive crown of bramble antlers shifting along the underside of canopy, looking more like a slight breeze passing through the leaves. The leering skull almost seemed to grin. Its movements seemed less physical, and more as if its body was melting through the shadows and lights of the surrounding trees, utterly silent yet undoubtedly there. Claws traced across Evan’s bare skin like strands of silk, but as one claw slid over the base of his neck, just above his clavicle, the smooth tickle felt sharper, and moments later a thin line of warmth ran down Evan’s smooth chest. Even now, Evan remained frozen in place. Part of him knew the sensation was from a line of blood, but it almost felt reassuring in a way. If he was meant to be dead, the thing now pacing silently around him would have surely made it happen. If he was meant to be dead, why would the beast have so carefully and gently clawed apart his clothes? If he was meant to be dead, why did he feel so... aroused? From what Evan had seen, the things head was nothing but an oversized skull, but a hot slithering wetness slid up between his shoulder blades and along the side of his neck, meaning it certainly wasn’t lacking for a tongue. It slipped under his chin, wrapping around his throat, once, then twice, and tilting his head slightly to the side as if it was the hand of a lover seeking to bury their face in his neck. It was enthralling, intoxicating, even as his nostrils were filled with the odour of rotting mulch and wet leaves while the long white deer skull slowly appeared in his peripheral. The tongue lathered his skin in hot wetness, leaving a chill behind as the appendage withdrew and the skeletal snout moved further into view. One shimmering eye faced him, blazing white and demanding his undivided attention. The boy could see nothing through the haze in that black socket, but he almost felt like he was being dragged into it, like the whole eye was growing and swelling to devour him whole. Evan felt lightheaded and nearly collapsed, his body utterly unaware that he had been holding his breath, too terrified to exhale as the thing had constricted its tongue around his throat. His stance wavered, the heat doing him no favours as his brain struggled to steady his balance, but just as his legs gave out beneath him and was about to fall forward, those long clawed hands returned to his body, holding him upright in a vice grip. The thing could wrap its fingers around his whole chest, he realized. One hand could crush him. One hand was holding him steady, while the second hand was starting to trace its claws along his prickling skin again. Up his slender side it went, gracefully tracing along the base of his ribcage to the small of his back then up his spine before trailing back down and over his exposed backside. Evan shifted his legs apart without even thinking about it, letting one long digit slip between his legs, then another. They pressed into his flesh, squeezing his pelvis possessively and making the boy shiver and moan. The fingers felt euphoric pressing and rubbing against his taint and into the sides of his crotch, still graceful, still gentle, but strong enough to leave no doubt that it was in control. Dribbles of hot wetness landed on Evan’s bare backside, running between his cheeks moments before the tongue returned to his body just above his tailbone. It sipped down into his crack, lathering everything in thick saliva. Finally, the beast was making noise. Lewd wet sounds reached Evan’s burning ears as the tongue vigorously dragged over his hole, reaching well past his winking star to slide up his taint and around his hanging sack. The muscle writhed, squeezing and slipping with a strength and dexterity no human could hope to achieve even if it was possible for them to have the sheer length of what the beast had. Evan wanted to bend over, to brace himself against a tree and give the thing as much access as he could. It apparently thought the same. The vice-grip around his chest lessened, the hand sliding upwards to rest two fingers over his shoulders to rest on either side of Evan’s neck. It’s thumb tucked under his left arm, making the grip feel less like a massive hand, and more like some impossibly warm and tight harness around the smaller male’s chest. He didn’t fight it. He wasn’t sure if it would have been possible to fight it with how little give the creature’s fingers had in them. The fingers were a cage around him, the sensation of smooth fur against his skin making him shiver and helped lever the lad’s upper half forwards to do exactly the thing he had wanted to do; give the beast better access. Evan’s body was now at an almost ninety-degree angle, a monstrous tongue lashing and prodding and soaking the spaces between his pert cheeks and slender thighs. His head dropped as he struggled to cope with the sensations, only to realize that he now had an unobstructed view of the beast violating him. Massive animalistic legs, like those of some gargantuan cervine, flanked his own, and any thoughts that may have developed of the boy trying to run were snuffed out as he realized that he would need to be an Olympic sprinter to even keep pace with those powerful limbs at a jog. He didn’t want to run though. The long tongue dropped momentarily. Evan watched it sway and dribble its viscous saliva to the forest floor before retracting and drilling directly into his tight hole. He whimpered at the intrusion. The thing was hard to take, saliva or no, just like any large dick would have been. His muscles strained against the dexterous tongue, but they were no match as inch after sopping wet inch sank inside him and writhed around. The beast paid his gasping curses no mind, refusing to slow itself or allow the lad a chance to acclimate, but as the seconds dragged by into minutes, Evan’s discomforted cries melted into pathetic moans of ecstasy. Evan had been able to hold his head high for those first few moments, the pain and discomfort sending shockwaves up his spine with each twist and push, but as he lowered himself again to peer backwards between his saliva soaked legs, a new sight greeted him. His own erect cock and sagging balls made an impressive sight, or he had liked to think. There they bobbed and swayed under the monster’s oral ministrations, globs of spittle trickling from his sack as it ran from his sorely stretched hole above. There, their pale skin stood in stark contrast to the pillar of ebony now hanging directly behind them; a cock so thick most of Evan’s package rested on it without hanging off the sides. A damn arm swung between their legs, spilling clear precum to the ground below, and it made Evan wonder if the thing did intend to kill him after all. It slapped upwards as the creature flexed, spattering pre against Evan’s stomach and jostling his own package almost painfully. “I... I don’t...” The first words the lad spoke were born of primal fear of that massive length and the implications it filled his mind with. “Shhhh... Evan...” They were less words and more the sound of rustling and crunching of dead leaves, but they carried an undeniable sense of inevitability but also of reassurance. The invading tongue gave a particularly harsh twist inside him, jumbling his thoughts before the length began to slowly withdraw. Dribbles of saliva turned into thick globs again as the bestial tongue withdrew from his backside, leaving it soaked and sore and tellingly loose. “It won’t...” “Evan... Shhhh...” Whatever had made it so easy for the thing to lure Evan into the forest seemed to be settling over his mind even more now. The gentle caress of suggestion was feeling more and more like a stronger insistent urging blanketing his mind. It was difficult to resist. It was impossible to resist. “Why resist?” A hot mass pulsed against Evan’s aching hole, prodding and insisting against his ring, overwhelming easily what little resistance his body was able to put up. His breath caught in his throat as the thing punched into him, his stomach flipping as his body was claimed by something that shouldn’t have been able to fit. “Shhhh...” Evan couldn’t have made noise if he wanted. He couldn’t even gasp as inch after throbbing inch of cock sank deeper and deeper, leaving less and less room for his lungs to expand enough to draw in air. Black spots appeared in his vision and the familiar light headedness was returning in force. He was on the verge of blacking out. Still, the large hands gripped around his chest and waist, holding his body steady without effort. He swore he could feel vines climbing around his ankles; thin branches snaking over his forearms. They were gentle, but insistent, prying open his slim shaking legs and ensuring he couldn’t raise a hand to stop them. The young man could have gone totally limp and the creature wouldn’t have let him move an inch. The heat of the body behind and above him soothed him, relaxing him, but those hands and vines and branches reminded him that he didn’t have a say in what was happening. Not anymore. Thick shaggy fur scratched along his bare back as the creature hunched lower over him, drawing his body even closer as its bony hips began to grind back and forth. A flurry of birdsong erupted from behind him, then a torrent of dead leaves whipped up in a gale as the beasts jaws began to open. Evan’s eyes were squeezed shut, drool swinging from his lips as his body was claimed by the beast and all things physical and mental were forced aside to accommodate the massive cock spearing into him. He felt himself shifting, the iron grip around his chest pulling him back as the creature thrust forwards. “More...” It was an overwhelming sensation. Evan couldn’t tell how far inside him the creature was; he wouldn’t have been able to even were his mind not scrambled between ecstasy, discomfort, and whatever fog the thing had forced him under. That he could feel shaggy fur and heat against the backs of his legs and ass told him he very well could have been taking the whole thing down to the base, and that at least gave him something to hold onto. He wasn’t being fucked to death, and if the sounds of screeching winds and groaning trees deafening him were any indication, the beast was close to being finished with him. Evan squeezed his hands tight, his nails digging into his palms almost deep enough to draw blood, repeating to himself again and again that it was nearly over. It was so very nearly over... Stars erupted behind the boys eyes when it happened. ** Evan’s eyes split open to a blindingly bright blue sky, his body awash in pins and needles. He felt... strange. The teen was naked, laying back on his mat on the patio behind his house, greeted by the same light breeze, the same cloudless sky, and the same birdsong that had been lulling him to sleep before... Before what? He sat up, taking the movement slowly as the world suddenly rushed into a spin that nearly sent him down to his back again. “What...” He whispered to himself, trying to steady his mind and keep the world right side up. “The hell was that...” A dream didn’t make sense, it had all felt too real, but here he was, still on his patio. Still dry save for his underarms and back. The young man rushed a hand between his legs and found no obscenely gaping hole, nor even traces of spit or seed in spite of how much of it there had been. The only thing he noticed as he gave himself a thorough inspection, was a small cut following along the curve of his clavicle, only just having scabbed over, with the faintest trace of crimson directly below it where a small rivulet of blood had spilled forth. Evan’s eyes snapped up to the treeline, horrified at the prospect of seeing those dark pits hovering between the branches again, but also... hopeful? The only thing he saw were his torn tank top and shorts, hanging over the rim of the gently swaying tire swing.