Rooted To Perfection
Experimenting with a stream of consciousness piece for this tale. And also with how many times I can get away with using the same adjective, and having a reason why it’s always the same one. I invite the reader to decide for themselves what the ‘perfect’ female form is.
[b]Rooted To Perfection[/b]
by DankeDonuts
https://dankedonuts.sofurry.com/
Everybody's dead! Only me left!
It’s these fucking monster trees! I saw them snap a barbarian, strongest man I’ve ever met, in half! The woodwise archer, drowned in dirt. Our monk begged to know why his goddess had abandoned him while his arms were ripped off! -- AAAARRGGGH! That one cut my hand! That's how Elowyn died! Arm crushed, and shredded when she forced her way free. She bled to death in my arms. I Never thought I'd miss that gods-damned Paladin! Fuck all the gods and [i]fuck all these trees[/i]!
How long have I been running? Hours, maybe? Days! This forest is so thick I can’t tell-- YIKES! That one almost got me! I can't hide! I can't stop moving! Everywhere another branch reaching out at me! I can't keep this up forever!
I'm lost in a forest of death! And I'll never find my way out! It's not my job to pick through this wilderness bullshit! [i]I pick the locks! I check for traps![/i]
Shit! Slipped on my own blood. Clumsy fu-wha_-[i]whooooaaaaa[/i_]! HILL!!! Ow! Ow! Ow! Rock! -- FUCK! -- Ow! Ow! Ow! No ancient treasure is worth thiiiiiiiiiiiiissssss.
* * *
I'm on my back. The sky is blue and wide open. How long was I out? Head foggy.
--My Arm!—
… is perfectly normal? There's a warmth in my skin. I know that feeling. Healing magic! It’s coursing through my leg. But Elowyn is dead! Has to be! Who, then? Gotta raise my head to see – Not Elowyn. This woman is… [i]Perfect[/i].
Perfect eyes. Perfect face. Perfect hair. She has flowers in her hair. Perfect flowers. She's naked - NO! Naked means exposed, weak, unsure. This woman is none of those things. She's joyous and secure and amazing. With perfect breasts she covers with a perfect arm to shush me with perfect lips. She’s laying her perfect hands on my again. Not to heal this time. To feel. Feel [i]me[/i]. With such perfect fingers.
I've never been this hard in my life! I want to be inside her [i]right now[/i]! Can’t get out of my leathers fast enough! She helps me tear through them. Cool air touches my hardon. She swallows it. [i]Ohhhohoh!!![/i] Sucks it. [i]Ahhh![/i] Tongues it. [i]Woof![/i]! Bites it. [i]Hssss![/i] Teases it. [i]Gods!!![/i] I’ve never had it this good! Yes! More! Just like that! Do that! Oh boy- oh- [i]Aoooaaaaaaahhhh![/i] WOW!
That was amazing! I’m shaking! I’m speechless! She’s wiping drool and man-batter from her perfect chin. She nudges me back down to the ground. How could I resist this perfect arm? She’s straddling me. Leering at me. What, oh, it’s her turn! Don’t mind if I do, ha! Perfect calves crawl across me. Perfect hips get closer. The perfect pussy smothers my face.
She has flowers in her hair.
* * *
The taste of her is still on my lips.
I waited for her. She came. [i]We[/i] came. Right here where she found me days ago. Over and over. When the sun started to set, she disappeared into the tall grass, giggling. Faded, really. Gone from my sight before she should have been. I can't tear my eyes away from the place where she left my sight. I can't wait for her to come back. She will. I know it.
I’m thirsty. All around me the grass is covered in evening dew. I could just reach out and drink my fill. But I can’t bear the thought of washing her perfection out of my mouth.
* * *
She never speaks. But I know her name is Sunlight Cresting Over The Waterfall. What a perfect name! And I know her skin is the softest, warmest, loveliest surface of all time.
Just thinking about her is making me hard again. Doesn’t matter that we just fucked something like, what?, seven or eight times today? The memory of her can keep me hard for hours. I grab hold of my manhood with both hands. I can see that perfect crease in the middle of her perfect back when I take her from behind. Oh, oh! As clearly as if she were right her. Oh, ah! Her perfect ears, pointed and long as she makes me. [i]Haah, oh![/i] The perfect screams she makes when I get her off! [i]Oh, ah, oh![/i] Her perfect rump, shaking in my face! [i]OH! OH! OH![/i] Wrapping my hands around that perfect waist! [i]Ooooh-hoooo! YES![/i] Jizz all over the grass! That was a good one! More seed spilled in her name.
My cock deflates. It’ll rise up again soon. There's leaves in my hair. I can't see my balls anymore.
* * *
I don't feel hungry or thirsty anymore. Not since my feet settled into the ground. Who cares about feet anyway?! I never want to be anywhere else. Anywhere but here. Where she expects to find me.
She doesn’t mind anyway. She just mounts me from on top. And her perfect nipples fly through the air while she squeals. While I paw every perfect piece of her that I can. I miss her so much. So much, But she’ll be back tomorrow. When the sun rises. Then we’ll have all day together. On my back.
* * *
I have to stand all the time, but my legs are never tired. They're never tired and they never move. That's fine. I don't need my legs. I don't even want them. They belong to her any. All that I am is hers. My legs, my arms, my head, my dick. Oh how I [i]need[/i] to give [i]that[/i] to her! Over and over and over and I still can! She climbs on me and mounts me and smiles and shrieks in my face. It takes effort to get my arms around her to support her body. But for her, I make the effort. Every time. And there’s so many times. More times tomorrow. I know there will be.
* * *
I can’t hold her anymore. That’s a pity. But that just means she spends more time climbing me. And it’s wonderful. I love how she swings down from by forward branches and mounts her perfect thighs atop my shoulders, bends herself backwards, and lets me go to town on her! Worm my tongue all over that perfect clit! Get up inside that perfect canal!
I can’t jerk myself off any more when she’s gone. Which is a real pity, since I still kinda feel a need to do that now and then. But private denial just makes the mouthing all the sweeter when we’re together!
* * *
I miss my mouth. Because I can't taste you anymore. I can't tell you how perfect you are anymore.
Why are you looking at me like that? So… what’s the word? … Disappointed? In me? What did I do? I only do what you want! I can’t taste you, no. But we can do other things! YOU can do things! To me! Anything you want! Just hold yourself against me again, and I’ll feel it! My bark’s gotten awfully thick of late, but it can still feel!
No! Don’t walk away! Don’t fade! Don’t leave me!
My eyes! I can still move my eyes! Let me look at you! [i]PLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!![/i]
* * *
I can't see the spot where she would fade away from me anymore. But I can feel it.
The long grass swaying in the wind tugs at the good earth. Making tiny pulses that tickle my roots like the rain does my leaves.
A series of tap tap taps. Is that what footsteps feel like? Is that you, Sunlight Cresting Over The Waterfall? Running by on your perfect feet?
Maybe. I hope so. She’ll be back. I'll wait for her. She'll be back. I know it.
When my leaves grow back, and I’m beautiful again. She’ll come back to me.
* * *
So cold.
The ground numbs.
The wind bites.
Sun so far away.
Must sleep.
Will dream of you.
Only you.
But I must sleep.
* * *
I’m awake now.
Awake but still dreaming.
Dreaming of you.
Only ever you.
Come back to me.
* * *
The sun is close and warm.
Something else is getting closer.
I feel you, human, sneaking through the forest.
Your every step thunders through the earth.
Yes. Bring your limbs a nearer to my branches.
Just a little closer.
A little closer.
HA! NOW YOU’RE MINE!
YOU'RE MINE AND I'M HERS! ME! NOT YOU!
YOU CAN'T HAVE HER! I WONT LET YOU!
I'LL CRUSH YOU INTO MULCH, USURPER FILTH!
YOU AND ALL YOUR FRIENDS!
DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!