Page 25 of Unravel Me

There may be an unexpected opportunity here. Possibly I can bargain my way out of this: I can offer him my hole in exchange for letting me go?

Well, I've obviously lost my mind already, and now that he's caught me, I don't have anything left to lose anyway.

The sheer insanity of the situation makes me spread my thighs even wider.

I don't know if forest creatures speak English… but maybe.

"Please don't kill me," I blurt out. "You can use my body. Let that be my payment for my freedom… for my life. I have a little child. I want to go home. I don't want to die."

The entity starts walking toward me. Wow, he's really huge. Green, gleaming, sparkling, yet somehow not ugly at all. He doesn't resemble a golem or an orc. If anything, he looks like some impossibly muscular forest fae. I still can't make out his features clearly. That golden glow surrounding him, together with all those swirling magical sparks, makes it almost impossible, no matter how hard I squint.

All I can truly see are those blazing eyes. They hold every color the forest carries within itself: the deep green of leaves, the rusty crowns of autumn trees, brown trunks, woodland ponds, dark forest moss.

They seem to glow from within, bottomless.

The entity stops about five feet away, looking down at me, at my shamelessly exposed body.

"Take me… but let me go afterward. I'm in heat. I don't know if you even know what that is, or whether green forest creatures have anything like it," I mumble. "But I need, you know…" I make a painfully obvious, almost vulgar gesture toward my hole, miming pushing something inside it.

Those burning eyes rest on my face for a moment before slowly drifting down to the opening I've presented so submissively.

As if on cue, another small wave rolls through me, and my pink hole clenches and pulses. As absurd as this whole situation is, it isn't enough to take away my arousal. It's stronger than my will; my body refuses to obey me. It feels as though it has a stubborn mind of its own, driven toward one thing alone: being filled… finding relief.

My hips arch upward.

"Fuck me… but let me leave alive," I plead, my voice made even shakier by another series of pulsing contractions rippling through my tunnel.

Then a miracle happens.

The entity slowly lowers himself, sinking onto his knees between mine.

Up close, he's even more breathtaking. His skin seems alive, as though someone had woven living green vines through it. The pattern resembles the veined surface of a leaf, while in some places gold and rusty strands shimmer just beneath it, mixing with subtly defined pale green fractals, like long, winding ornamental patterns. It all looks as though nature itself flows through his body… or as though he were made from it.

Curiosity burns inside me. Is he made of hard bark? Is he smooth like the surface of a maple leaf? Is he cool and rough like fresh grass?

On a sudden, reckless impulse, I prop myself up onto one elbow and extend my hand toward him. His forearm is within my reach as he leans down, hovering above me.

My fingertips touch his skin and…

Wow!

Fuck!

The sensation is so overwhelming that a loud cry escapes me. A shiver tears through my entire body, so sweet and so powerful my vision almost whites out. I tremble in shock.

Did the entity just strike me with his magic as a warning? But he seems affected by it too! His head tilts back slightly, and his eyes close for a moment, as if he’s trying to withstand it.

The shockwave resonates in my body and obviously in his… wow. If he weren’t a magical creature, I’d say it felt like the famous First Touch between True Mates. But that obviously can’t be the case, right? I’m human, so I can’t possibly be compatible with a magical forest ‘fae’.

Interestingly, my fingers remain pressed against him, and he doesn't pull away.

I'd expected his skin to feel cold, but I couldn't have been more wrong. My fingertips rest against warm flesh, as though that entire green pattern were nothing but an illusion spread across the surface of his body. Beneath it I find hot, smooth skin.

Pleasant. Tempting. Inviting a touch, a stroke.

And I do exactly that, even though it's probably the strangest thing I could possibly do to a forest entity that might kill me.

"Please," I breathe out, my fingertips slowly caressing him, tiny electric sparks dancing wherever they brush across his skin, like flies made of light.