Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 377(@300wpm)
I waste no time in stepping out of my clothes, stripping for him until it’s all scattered around me. Standing in a forest totally naked makes me feel like a fairy nymph too.
And I know I’m not built like a fairy, either. I have cellulite on my thick thighs, I have a belly despite the weight I’d lost early on. But standing in front of Kincaid like this, watching as his cock hardens against his jeans, the lust building in his gaze as he lets it roam over my body, my skin shivering as if being licked by flames, I feel like a mythical creature.
“The stream can wait,” Kincaid says before he strides toward me, grabbing me by the small of my waist. He pulls me in for a kiss, hungry and fast. Like a feral animal he starts kissing down my neck, nipping at my collarbone, then to my breasts, licking and sucking until I’m crying out.
Just when I think my knees will buckle, he puts his arms around me and lowers me down until I’m nestled in the soft moss and the cushiony foliage of pink alpine azalea. His hands are rough, moving fast as they part my thighs, leaving myself open for him as the dappled sunshine slides in through the branches above.
I watch, enraptured, as he lowers his head between my legs, his arms wrapped around my thighs, securing me in place while holding me open. He admires my pussy for a moment, then glances up at me through his lashes, his smile crooked and devious.
Then he plunges his head down, attacking me like a starving man, his lips, mouth, and tongue wet, strong and forceful.
A gasp is caught in my throat and I throw my head back. The trees seem to crowd over me as if protecting us, and I’m starting to feel both delicious and light-headed. Dizzy in the best way, like the air is shimmering and melting.
My head rolls to the side and I notice the mushrooms surrounding us.
Some tiny, some large. All a near translucent white with orange gills.
“Excandesco,” I breathe just as Kincaid’s tongue plunges inside me, making me choke on the word. My eyes pinch shut, riding out the wave of pleasure, and when I open them again, the mushrooms seem closer somehow.
What is happening? I think, but at the same time, I don’t care. My head is too heavy to keep up and I sink further back into the moss, letting the sensations swirl around me.
Kincaid continues to lap at me, ravishing me until I sink so deep, it’s as if I’m starting to become one with the moss. My mind is shooting through the stars, and I feel like my soul is starting to disintegrate.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper. I open my eyes to see the tree branches reaching for me, wanting me, craving me. The air is filled with orange dust that sparkles in the sunlight and I breathe it in, deep as I can, feeling it fill my lungs, infuse the blood in my veins.
I am one, I think. We are one.
I raise my head and glance at Kincaid, the orange dust collecting on his hair, his shoulders as he continues to eat me out, each stroke of his tongue making my body writhe. But when I try to move, I can’t.
I glance down and see thin strands of mycelia coming out of the moss, wrapping delicately around my wrists and ankles. It holds my legs apart for Kincaid as he devours me, and the pink flowers of the alpine azalea press against my bare skin, as if they’re kissing me. When I look around, the mushrooms are even closer now.
They move when I’m not looking.
Slowly coming for me.
This isn’t real, the faint thought pushes through the murkiness of my mind. This isn’t happening. You’re hallucinating.
But if I feel any fear, it vanishes as Kincaid brings me to a climax. I come hard, the mycelia tightening like the very ropes Kincaid used last night, strapping me down in place.
I am the forest’s captive, it’s possession, I think as my body keeps convulsing and bucking up against his mouth. The mycelia dig into my skin, tighter, tighter, while inside I feel as if I’m being split into atoms. I am one with the earth, souls joined to souls, a network ever reaching. My vision is of pulses of light traveling through space and time and—
“Sydney!?”
I open my eyes.
Lift up my head.
See Kincaid staring at me between my legs, looking concerned.
I blink and then look down at my wrists and ankles.
No mycelia.
I look around the forest.
The trees are back in their place, and there are no mushrooms at all.
Like they never existed.
“Are you alright?” he asks, sounding slightly panicked. There’s no sight of orange dust anywhere.
I give him a lopsided smile, feeling so strange. “I just…”