summary: Your and Steve's pleasure is nature-changing.
warnings: Monsterfucking (no bestiality). Eldritch being. Blowjob. Facefucking. Choking. Bondage (with unusual restraints). Established relationship.
word count: 600
Author's Note: A little glimpse into Leshy!Steve's and his Little Fern's horny adventures that always influence the nature itself. Steve's dick is so magic you create ecosystems 😆
Hey @stargazingfangirl18 your fave forest husband is here!
this is day 13 of the Kinky Monster Cocktober
Shades of green and peeks of blue and speckles of gold blur into a watercolor painting as your eyes overfill with sweet tears.
You feel the warm trickle caressing your cheeks with a hushed tenderness of a quiet forest at the dawn. A contrast to the raw, untamed sawing into your stretched mouth, that overflows with drool and pearly precum.
Your leshy lover has pushed you onto your knees as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the tree crowns. Onto the forest ground, where wisps of mist kissed the moss and ferns goodbye.
Always eager for the pleasure he gave, you opened for him with a giggle. Your tongue swiped that first drop of essence pearling at the tip of his thick cock, swallowing it with the relish of a parched throat being offered a gulp of fresh mountain stream.
The sleepy introduction quickly turned wild, like falling into snares that tightened the harder you struggled.
And you were ensnared.
Roots sprouted from the ground, shackling your ankles and calves to the forest floor. Vines snuck up your back, weaving around your arms and twisting them behind you. They bound so tightly, forming a roping from your wrists up over your shoulders. Pulling down, they forced your chest to arch forward.
Steve swiped away the gossamer gown of petals and dew that served as your dress, baring your breast for his gaze to feast on. They swayed as your body shook with each push of his hips against your jaw. Droplets of drool splattered across your skin, forming foggy wet pearls around your stiffened nipples.
Steve’s thick thighs were pressed so close. You could feel his muscles flexing, though you wished you could grip his sculpted ass and feel it tighten as he neared completion.
Bark covering parts of his skin provided additional stimulation, grazing your skin and reminding you of those moments when you soaked it riding Steve’s thigh. He would have you grip his antlers as he made you abuse your clit against the grazing texture.
You felt your folds tingle with bloodflow, spreading like a flower in bloom. With your knees facing out wide, your pussy was on full display, radiating its warmth mere inches above the ground.
Steve’s fingers gripped your hair (so much greener than they used to be), holding your head in place as he fucked your mouth. His cock was a velvety heaviness on your tongue. Feeding you with layered earthy richness.
Gurgling and choking sounds mixed with leshy’s snarls.
Two animals caught rutting.
New life tickled your bare thighs: shy lilies of the valley unfurling from soil watered with your wetness. Between them, a small pool of crystal water sipped out. The earth was giving her gift in return for your musky sweetness blessing her seeds.
Fingers tugged harder on your hair, tilting your head back. With a growl, Steve pushed forward. His cock forced to the back of your throat, until your nose was touching his abdomen and his heavy sack rested against your drool-covered chin.
Vision fogged over as you stared up at him. Tears clouding your eyes prevented you from seeing the look in Steve’s eyes as he watched your ruined, cock-stuffed face. Air dissipated.
But your wetness flowed.
“That’s it, little fern.” Steve grunted. “You can give more. As you can take more.”
Slowly, he withdrew. Enough to let you catch a breath and make deliciously pained whimpers around his girth. But he didn’t pull out completely. His thick cock rested against your tongue, merely giving you a second to brace for more.
“It is a perfect spot for a small creek.”
A narrow stream flowed from between your thighs, weaving forward between Steve’s feet and further. The creamier you got from swallowing your leshy’s cock, the bigger the creek would grow.
