Mark of the Forest
Hm, I feel like this story is quite unlike what I usually do. It feels like a fairy tale. A disney one at that. I don't know how to feel about it, but I somewhat enjoyed writing the sex at the very least. I won't write too many things like this, whatever this is haha.
Villagers gathered around and inside the hut where the priestess lie on her deathbed, her final breath drawn, a smile upon her lips while the common folk mourned the loss of their most valued member. The priestess had been responsible for maintaining their connection to the spirit of the forest nearby, a spirit which the villagers had come to rely on for good harvest and so much more. Men and women offered bags of grain and herbs to be taken with the body back to the forest and laid to rest underneath the sacred tree's massive gnarled roots. The elder and his sons brought the body to the tree in silence once they were clear from the villager's eyes. Not a word was uttered as they knelt to place the priestess gingerly upon the roots, stepping back and gasping as almost immediately the roots grew and tangled around the body gingerly covering her until she was simply another piece of the tree. From all around the leaves of the tree's began to rustle and crackle, a voice calling out, "Leave your doors open...Tonight I will take the new priestess." The elder and sons bowed deep and turned stumbling as they began to flee from the benevolent but frightening protector known as the Leshy.
A curious girl watched the men flee with round blue eyes. Mira had hid behind a brush in the hopes to spot the Leshy, but instead she had only heard the great booming voice. Rather than fear the great voice that seemed to shake the very air around her, she only found herself further curious. None had ever seen the Leshy save for the priestess, and she had refused to tell Mira a single thing about the creature they owed so much to.
Mira had not only wanted to see the Leshy, but she had came to leave him and the late priestess a tithing. Biting at her lower lip the fair skinned girl stepped out of the brush rushing to the gnarled root that had once been the priestess. She knelt by and said a silent prayer before setting a gift from her mother, a golden locket.
At one time when she was very young she had come under a great illness and underneath this very tree she had been nursed to health by the priestess, and at times she thought she had heard the Leshy, felt him watching her while she was under her fever. Whatever plague had taken her had been cured by the power of the priestess and Leshy combined, and so she knelt there saying her prayers until finally she heard the cries of raven's all around. Standing she looked to see that the raven's were gathering upon the branches of the sacred tree. Biting at her lip she turned and began trotting away, hastened by the sound of the ravens.
The raven's watched girl, as did the tree's and a set of hollow eyes among them. They watched her closely, observed her prayers and accepted her tithing. Once the decision was made the leaves of the forest began to rustle and carry a whisper, "Our marked has been chosen."
The young Mira returned home to her mother pestering her about responsibility and chores, especially this being the night that their protector would visit them. After a day of cleaning, plucking feathers, cooking, and more she was more than ready to sleep the night away not caring that she would miss the Leshy, but before she fell beneath the sheets, she placed a flower gingerly along with the promised grain just outside of the door, leaving it ajar and secretly hoping that she would be the one chosen if only to see the Leshy in all of his glory. When all was done she was finally allowed the gentle embrace of sleep, her eyes shut, her red hair covering her pale cheeks.
When the night was still and all in the village were asleep, the Leshy came in a cloak of night and raven feathers for his tithings,leaving some behind for the villagers and even leaving his own gifts of herb and honey at some doors. When he arrived at Mira's home he ignored all form of gift and went straight to her room, the massive figure cloaked in shadows taking her under arm before leaving. Mira stirred not but for a moment, but the sound of rustling leaves in her dreams soothed her, the forest's embrace keeping her quiet until she was needed to wake to receive the blessing of the Leshy.
Mira awoke in the middle of the night. Her eyes felt so heavy and yet she sat up almost as if she were compelled to. First thing she noticed was the fact that her gown was missing and her pale skin was bare to all. Her cheeks flushed red as she attempted to cover herself before she made note that she was no longer at her home, but deep in the forest. Turning her head she saw that she sat against a large tree, larger than their own sacred tree, but much the same with large gnarled roots. Shivering from the cool of the evening and the fear of being taken so suddenly from her home she looked around only to see and hear the leaves begin to rustle from the tree's around her. They shook and whistled and from beyond the trees a tall figure stepped out.
Her eyes grew wide as she spotted the creature that had taken her. The creature was tall, almost like a small tree. His legs were thick and coated in mossy fur, cloven feet at the end of those massive legs. Eyes trailing up she noticed that he had a humanoid torso, a large and muscled thing with greenish skin, arms large and covered in twisted roots and vines. Going further she saw that the creature's head was covered in part by a mask made of a great stag's skull, horns jutting out. Trembling she moved upon her knees to bow before what she assumed could only be the Leshy.
With steps that made no noise, the Leshy approached the girl his strong fingers gripping the girl's chin gently to tip her head up, "Rise...For you will be my marked...You will be my liaison to the people of the village, my priestess, my bride."
Mira felt her cheeks burn as the offer was made. None had ever known what happened between the priestess and the Leshy. The villagers had their theories and the old priestess had only ever laughed when she was asked about it. After her laughter she would tell them that she didn't wish to spoil anything for the next priestess among them. At the very least they all assumed it wasn't unpleasant, because of how radiant the priestess had looked, even days before her death the old priestess had appeared to be content as anyone could be.
The Leshy had stopped, the hollowed eyes of his mask staring down at her, no words being uttered from him or the forest around them. It was then that Mira realized that he was waiting for her to answer, for her to accept. Could she say no? Would he force her if he did? And yet such thoughts were foolish. At this moment he could have been taking her without consent, and in this she reaffirmed her belief that their protector was a kind being. With a shaky breath she brought both of her delicate hands upon his, her eyes shut as she spoke, "I accept the honor."
Vines touched Mira's cheek gently, caressing the skin as a sound akin to a cat's purr sounded off from all around. Her eyes opened just as the Leshy uttered quietly, "Service me then and accept my seed."
Hesitation colored her features, but her hands moved from off of his as he stepped back, standing upright and proud, waiting for her to fulfill her duty. She looked up at his masked face once more before her eyes trailed down between his legs to spot his already hardening cock. Mira's eyes widened, her body shuddering as she saw took note that his cock had the look of a stallion's, long thick and flared at the tip. He had worn nothing before, but she had been so utterly distracted by his sheer presence that she had not noticed during her first sighting.
With nervous fingers she moved both hands to grip upon his thick member, stroking the hot shaft as she felt it twitch and grow further in her grasp. Leaning in she brought her tongue out to drag against the massive shaft, eyes shut for just one moment as she began tugging at the thick thing still growing in her hand. It wasn't as large any stallion she had seen, but it was still larger than any humans. She wondered as her lips worked gently across the Leshy's cock, if he would mind the fact that she was no virgin, that she had long since cast her innocence to the wind? The Leshy only grunted his pleasure, occasionally gripping at the back of her head as her mouth moved across his cock with gently kisses and slurps, her tongue working dutifully to pleasure him.
Any tension she felt seem to melt away with every kiss, her own body growing hotter and hotter by the second. This was where she belonged, beneath her master, the protector of this forest and her people, making sure that he was pleasured and soon taking his seed. Her mouth moved lower to kiss at those large orbs, her tongue dragging across each ball before she suckled upon them sweetly, her body shuddering as she felt the pleasure in the Leshy's groan. Her mouth found itself at the tip of the Leshy's shaft, her tongue trailing circles around the flared piece, her mouth suckling gently upon it, her eyes shut as she savored the flavor, sweet and bitter like berries.
At the same time her fingers trailed down her shuddering body, her fingers working between her legs into her already wet hole, digits spreading and twisting inside of her cunt so she could stretch herself for the massive cock that she was worshipping at this very moment. She knew she could handle him, and she so desired to do it, desired to officially become the lady of the forest, the woman that would keep the Leshy pleased with the people. As she pulled her mouth away from his cock now slick with her spittle, she smiled, looking up at her master with admiration, her fingers still working inside of herself.
With some excitement she wondered if perhaps the Leshy would allow her to taste his seed, to drink deeply from the thick cock just before her face. With half-lidded eyes she returned to licking at the tip, her fingers working faster inside of her own cunt as she tried her best to milk the Leshy's cock. Just then she paused as she heard his voice coo among the leaves around them, "No...That would be a waste of my seed. The only place I will spill my seed is inside of your womb. None of it shall go to waste, you will have my children, as the last priestess did, and the one before her and so on."
Though she felt some bit of disappointment, it was quickly overshadowed by the fact that she would be bearing the seed of the Leshy. Her head swam in the heat and desire of being taken so thoroughly by the creature before her, and so she stood to turn and bend herself over, her hands against the great tree, her hips hiked up high in the air in the hopes to attract the attention of her master.
The Leshy took the invitation of what was rightfully his. A single powerful hand gripped at the girl's supple rear, feeling over the smooth skin, his vines coiling around the girl's body to feel over her breasts while his other hand gripped at his cock to edge the tip inside of the wet cunt that had been so well prepared for his entrance. With a simple press he was inside of her, a wet pop sounding off into the forest along with the sounds of her moans. He pushed deep to the girl, his cock seemingly swelling inside of the tight girl as he pushed inside of her. The Leshy let out a cry of victory and maddening lust, his hips working now to push him deeper and deeper inside of the girl with little mercy. Mira groaned and gripped at the tree's roots, her eyes wide, her lips parting as she gasped out her pain, her pain which gave way to pleasure and wild desire.
The beast within her gave her no quarter, his cock pounding deeper and deeper inside of her with every thrust. Mira couldn't believe that this beast was her kind and gentle master, that the protector of the forest could be so fearsome, so powerful! Every second of this feral and wild beast pounding deep inside of her she gasped and moaned her pleasure, her love for the fact that she was being taken so thoroughly. His cock practically pulsed inside of her, warmth flowing through her with every push against her sore inner walls. Soon enough she felt his cock push as deep it would go, her womb feeling the kiss of the tip of his cock, her body feeling far too full as the Leshy's balls slapped firmly against her. For a moment the Leshy paused, his cock twitching inside of her, her own lips parted as she panted, her body shaking from the intense fucking she had just received. Above her she could hear the Leshy huffing and snorting like a raging bull.
Slowly the Leshy pulled out of her, his cock twitching still with every single motion. When he was almost out of her he pushed back inside, a wet and sloppy slap sounded off as his hips met her rear. She then gasped out as she felt a thick load of what she thought was his cum pour inside of her. Shivering she realized as he began to pound her again that what she felt had only been pre, an omen of what was yet to really come. His thrusts grew violent again. Both of the Leshy's hands upon her back as he took her like an animal. With every thrust Mira swore that the forest began to shake, that even the great tree before her began to vibrate. She gasped again, her eyes shut tight, her body nearly collapsing.
The Leshy would not allow her to fall. A strong arm looped around her waist and kept her up as he took her from behind. She felt his love a she slowed down, as he held her close to his bod which was leaning over hers. Protective, powerful and loving, this was what her master was. He was the guardian of the forest and her people, her master that she would serve dutifully. Breathing out she held herself up again, gasping out as the Leshy began to thrust inside of her again so intensely. She could not rely on the Leshy to keep her up, to give her strength. If she desired to serve him then she would need to be strong herself, she would need to be able to withstand what the forest had to offer and so much more. With her will set she began moving her hips back against the Leshy's relentless thrusting just as wildly.
Mira's insides tightened and she groaned feeling renewed vigor coursing through her body, the Leshy above her cooing out his pleasure at her new resolve. He continued to pound her with his thick cock until finally he paused at one last thrust, his cock growing for just a moment before she felt an eruption of warmth pour inside of her. Gasping out and squealing she felt her own orgasm shudder, her pussy twitching and sore as her own release tightened her pussy, milking every single drop of thick seed from the Leshy's cock.
As the Leshy's audible orgasm died down his cock turned limp and pulled out of her pussy with a wet pop. She shut her eyes and shuddered but did not pass out, she wanted to stay awake to feel his seed deep inside of her. She was being bred and wanted to experience it, needed to experience it for her master's sake. Shivering just a bit she wondered if this would be what her life would be every night. Smiling with just a hint of humor, she figured it would be better than being married off to a wealthy family.
The night fell and the ritual of invitation had been completed. The villagers all gathered at the center all of them taking a count of their women until finally they realized that Mira was gone. Her mother's face flashed between happiness and concern. A priestess daughter was a grand thing, but at the same time no one knew what would happen to the girl, or if she would even survive the process. All of the people went to the forest path then just as Mira stepped out from the trees garbed in a tattered dress of green, her eyes opening, a changed color of forest green rather than her usual blue, a big smile upon her face. The villager's gasped and cheered. Their new priestess had arrived.