Page 67 of Tangled at the Root
Oh God. What the fuck. What the fuck.
I don’t glance over my shoulder, but I can’t hear or sense Genevieve behind me. Is she actually chasing me?Willshe chase me? What had even been my goal when I’d done this?
I feel silly, self-conscious, but I don’t stop, don’t turn around.
Whenever I think about pausing to catch my breath, another twig snaps—I hear something that sounds like breathing, and it sends me speeding right back up, sends me frantically grabbing at the eshé to wrap around my form like its a protective blanket.
I run until my entire body hurts, until I know my feet are coated in more than just dirt and mud. I’m crying with how exhausted I am, from how hard my lungs are straining to breathe.
I’m slowing down. I can barely use the eshé anymore; just like my lungs now struggling to take in air, the magical current is darting in and out of my grasp like the oxygen shuttling rapidly through my nostrils.
I trip and fall over a fallen branch I’d clocked too late, landing painfully on my hands and knees.
Immediately, a powerful hand wraps tightly around my throat from behind and shoves me face-first into the forest floor.
My scream is genuine, raw and broken, torn from my exhausted lungs. Sharp, serrated teeth sink viciously into my shoulder blade. I scream again. Another hand grabs my hip and, oh fuck, oh fuck—yetanotherhand grabs my waist, keeping my hips hiked up. I whine when those teeth pull out of my flesh, leaving me shaking, my pussy throbbing. The cuts sting, hot blood spilling sluggishly down my shoulder.
The creature is breathing heavily as it uses its knees to shove my thighs apart. I’m not even sure it’s Genevieve anymore. What if I’ve been found by some other mythical beast, wanting to take advantage? Heat floods my face and neck as my pussy grows even hotter, even wetter.
“Fuck, fuck,” I keen, fingers scrabbling uselessly at dirt and leaves as my nightgown and underwear are ripped off my frame, leaving me in just my waist beads.
I’ve never felt so naked. Anyone could come into the forest right now, drawn by the sound of my broken scream. Anyone could see me like this, face down, ass up, spread wide for a monster.
I’m dripping down my thighs, my cunt clenching uselessly, my nipples stiff, little peaks.
“Is this what you wanted?” The voice is an unrecognisable snarl. The hand on my throat shoves my face further into the dirt, scraping it hard and painful against the rough ground. A fourth hand appears, gripping my left shoulder. “Filthy fucking minx.”
One hand lands between my shoulder blades, shoving my torso onto the ground, my sensitive nipples scraping against the rough forest floor. The other two hands remain on my hips, holding them up, while the last is still braced on my shoulder.
The monster nudges its hips forward, and I feel something hard and wet prodding between my legs.
My hips jerk up, nearly flying out of its hold. My pussy practically floods with heat and arousal, my cunt clenching with shameless greed.
She has a dick. She’dgrown a dick.
She doesn’t give me time to regain my bearings before she finds the right angle and slides home, filling me up to the very brim. I think I black out at the feel of that first, powerful thrust.
She’s inside me. Oh my God. Genevieve isinsideme.
When I come to, I’m sobbing, gasping, clenching hard around the thick, tapered length pumping hard into my pussy. The shaft is smooth, long and not too thick, but so obviously animal it makes my lower belly clench up hot and tight with filthy need. She’s stroking into me so good, so hard and so deep I’m crying with it.
The hand on my shoulder moves to my throat, squeezing ruthlessly, muffling my moans. The hand on my back seems to want to bury my torso into the ground, the hands on my hips keeping them hiked up, squeezing my supple flesh so tight I wish I couldn’t heal just so I could keep the bruises. Furry thighs connect against my ass cheeks with lewd slaps, the monster completely focused on its own pleasure, taking me,usingme. I’m growing lightheaded, my moans now barely ragged gasps tearing from my strangled throat.
That furry body leans over my back, swiping a slick, long, inhuman tongue over my bare, now healed skin.
My eyes roll back into my skull at the same time Genevieve bites, and I come so hard I feel like I’m convulsing, only held in place by the beast’s four hands. I have the vague thought that I’m going to start having a Pavlovian response to pain if we keep mixing things up.
The beast lets out a low, filthy groan that finally sounds like human Genevieve, her movements speeding up, her thighs smacking hard into the backs of mine until she comes buried deep, her hips swivelling to prolong it.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck.” Her voice is a high-pitched sound, strangled in her throat, like her pleasure is too fucking much to bear. “Jesus fuck, Rosemary. Oh fuck.”
My eyes widen when I realise her dick is growing inside me, the base swelling. Oh fuck, is that aknot? What the fuck is even my life right now?
She moans raggedly as the knot locks, then grinds her hips. The swell presses against every sensitive nerve ending inside me. With each aborted thrust of her hips, it grinds against my g-spot—sends sparks of lightning shooting up from the tips of my toes to the ends of my hair.
When I come again, I don’t make a sound, my vision going white. Genevieve makes another strangled sound as she flies over the edge as well, her hips hitching frantically against my ass.
“F-Fucking Christ.” Her voice shakes as she finally lets go of my neck, lifting her hand from my back. I melt into the forest floor, my breath rasping through my slightly ruined throat.
