There she was again. The only mortal brave enough to venture this far into my wood. The deep brown and greens of her dress nearly blending into the field, shielding her from unwanted attention if anyone were to pass by.
Not that they would ever reach her. I would never let anyone disturb her here.
The small outcrop of gneiss completes a rudimentary semi circle around where she kneels. I release a piece of myself, allowing for transformation into a single black crow. I can see her better as it settles on the top of one of the stones. She isn’t phased by the blood stains scorched into the earth beneath her, nor is she put off by the mess of bones- some animal, some human, some belonging to other more sinister creatures. Instead her (e/c) eyes shimmer with curiosity and reverence.
A breeze whips through the air, blowing around her in a way that makes her look more like the witch the townspeople claim her to be. It’s thrilling, watching her like this. Knowing how easily she worships me despite never having seen me. Would she be terrified if she came face to face with me? The thought of her horrified face makes my cock throb beneath the loose fabric spread across my hips.
But it isn’t time yet. She isn’t ready. I can tell by her smell as it is carried on the breeze. Her womb is too young, too immature to bear the weight of my offspring.
So I wait. Watching each time she visits my altar, leaving small offerings she has crafted for me. Yearning for a taste of her essence.
One day I will devour her- mind, body, and soul.
An awful stench lingers in the air. The scent of a Witcher. A young one. He’s too bold as he stalks through my wood. His blade carries the fresh blood of one of the wolves from my pack. He hadn’t even hesitated before slaughtering the innocent pup.
My blood boils as I follow his trail toward the village. His life will be forfeit as penance for the life he took.
I hover near the edge of the tree line, hidden from sight as my eyes search for him. A heavy breath absorbs his horrid smell, but then something softer, sweeter overtakes it. Your scent. I’d recognize it anywhere.
A staggering possessiveness rushes through my body, stirring the already suffocating anger consuming me. How dare he approach you, tainting your home with his filth. He wants to steal you away from me. To sway your devotion, wearing you down and reshaping your mind until your another mindless drone. Until you wish to see me destroyed.
But he doesn’t know. He doesn’t see you as I do. The truth buried in your wide, innocent eyes. You’re already mine.
He needs to learn, to see the reality of his mistake. To suffer the consequences from his attempt to steal you away.
Night has already fallen as I make my decision. Easily concealing my movement as I make my way toward your home. I’m grateful that your work as an herbalist has kept you near the forest’s edge. It makes what I’m about to do so much simpler.
You need the coin.
The words rattle repeatedly through your mind as you search through your myriad of ingredient jars, gathering what the Witcher had requested. You can feel the heavy weight of his eyes roaming your body unwanted. It’s disgusting, pathetic really, how arrogant he is. His thoughts written clear as day across his jagged face. He thinks he can have you, lay claim to your body with the same ease he collects a bounty.
You jerk upright when you feel him step closer, hands lingering near your hips as he leans closer. A soft vibrating sound disturbs his approach, an annoyed ‘shit’ falling from his lips as he heads toward the door, drawing his sword.
It happens both incredibly fast and seemingly in slow motion. The roots that rip through the earthen floor of your home, slamming into his back and pinning him to the wall. Blood seeps from the wounds in small rivers, his sword now lying on the ground at his feet. The most disturbing tearing sound fills the space as he is turned to face you, his eyes lost, barely remaining conscious from the shock.
The back window bursts inward, a swirling mass of crows pouring through the small opening. Your eyes fly shut, arms shielding your face against the chaos of flapping wings. The thundering sound quiets, leaving only your panicked breaths and the shallow, pained inhales of the Witcher. Letting your arms fall to your sides, your entire body freezes. Eyes wide, mouth slack, limbs locked in place.
He’s here.
The forest guardian.
He’s real.
Towering before you.
The dark depths of his eye are empty, yet you can feel the ferocity of his stare as he watches you.
Visiting his shrine was only a comforting ritual you had carried on from your youth. Sure, you’d heard the stories, the whispers from drunken townsmen about the fearsome creature who wandered these woods. You’d grown up hearing tales from your grandmother about the forest gods, how they protected it.
You’d just never fallen prey to actually believing in them. They were stories told to scare children, to prevent them from straying too far from home.
Yet here he stood, maybe a foot away from you.
It was terrifying. His presence alone made your knees feel weak, threatening to collapse beneath you. A pained groan drew your attention back to the other side of the room where the Witcher was struggling against the Ushijima’s hold.
Suddenly it made sense. The Witcher was here to kill Ushijima. And you’d been helping him.
Oh god.
You were basically the Witcher’s accomplice at this point. You’d unintentionally signed your own death wish.
But why didn’t it feel like Ushijima wanted to kill you? You couldn’t exactly place the heavy tension in the air, but it wasn’t death. Pain, absolutely, but death? You couldn’t sense his true intent. And that was even more petrifying.
The forest guardian took a large stride toward you, lingering inches away from your huddled form. It was instinctual for your body to curl in on itself in his presence, your breath trapped in your lungs and your heart threatening to burst out of your chest and fall to the floor.
A hand- could you call it that? It resembled more of a claw or an antler than a hand. You shuddered as it dragged along the skin of your cheek, down the expanse of your neck and over the swell of your breast before stopping over your heart. Tears filled your eyes as a thick root wrapped its way up your body, curling around your throat and forcing you to meet his empty gaze.
A single breath, a heartbeat, that’s all it took for realization to sink in. That intent you couldn’t place standing stark before you. Want. Dark, possessive desire. Ushijima wants to devour you.
It’s easy to recognize the moment my little acolyte realizes why I’m here. Her features shift from confused fear to pure, unadulterated horror.
It’s even more attractive than I had imagined.
My cock springs to life beneath its cover. I have to take her, to taste her, to feel her warm, wet insides wrapped around me. There is no more waiting- the time has come for me to claim her.
I panic, arms shooting up to claw at the root wrapped around me, desperate to escape Ushijima’s clutches, to run away. Thicker roots cinch around my ankles, forcing my legs apart as his razor sharp claws easily glide through the fabric of my dress, nicking the skin on my sternum, before the material falls to the floor in tatters.
The growl that emanates from the beast before me is equal parts nightmarish and captivating, wetness growing in my center. He huffs a deep inhale, as if he could sense the effect his noises are having on me. I don’t know what’s worse, the smoldering fear over what he intends to do to me or the consuming shame at my body’s reaction to him.
I barely have time to react when my body is thrown backward, my stomach colliding with the side of my table, face pressed harshly into the rough wooden surface, panties shredded leaving me exposed to the cool air, a sharp exhale breathed in response. I want to struggle, to fight against his hold, but it’s very evident that it would be no use. I could never overpower Ushijima, he’s the god of the forest. So I don’t even try. I just accept my fate, willing this to end quickly.
There is no prep, no exploration, no skin to skin contact until I feel the tip of his cock gliding along my slit. A rumbling sound echoes from his chest, what I can imagine is appreciation for my wetness. My teeth grind against my cheek as I tense, waiting for him to start to push into me.
As if he’d be that gentle. I doubt he even knows the meaning of the term.
A scream rips from my lungs as he sheaths himself within me in a single, powerful thrust. It’s too much. He’s too big, stretching me beyond my limits. Darkness surges at the edges of my vision, my body overwhelmed by the pain that sweeps through me.
There is no adjusting, no pleasure to dull the pain. A distance sob echoes through the room around us, and I faintly recognize that I am crying, cheeks wet from the heavy flow of tears rolling down them.
“Please. Please stop.” The words come out on a pained breath, falling on deaf ears. Each drag of his massive cock along my walls sends pain shooting through every nerve in my body, like being struck by lightning- repeatedly. “Please,” I begged again. He must hear me this time, but he still doesn’t relent. The root around my throat tightens to the point of becoming unbearable, my vision swimming as I struggle to pull oxygen into my lungs. They burn from the lack of air, I can’t breathe. I’m going to die, he’s going to kill me, he’s-
Ushijma’s hips slam violently against my ass once more before he stills, warmth flooding into my abused core more deeply than I’d ever imagined was possible. His roots unwind from my figure, dropping me unceremoniously to the earth, bruised, bloodied, and broken beyond repair.
A deep, gruff voice speaks, but as his lips do not move I know he has entered my mind, uttering only one profoundly alarming word:
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think how funny it would be to ask your werewolf boyfriend!toji if his fav position is doggy
he is so flustered as you keep teasing him. he takes long, slow breaths to keep calm as you climb on his shoulder and hum in his ear, “maybe i should put a collar on you.”
he can’t fight his nature. he snaps.
he flips you over onto your stomach with one hand while lifting your hips with the other, rubbing his bulge on your ass
“who would you like to put the collar on mh?” he growls groping your body with his big paws hands, “watch your mouth, little human.”
he has a grin on his lips as he pushes your head into the pillow and rips off your panties, “all you had to do was ask, if that’s what you wanted” he teases you rubbing his fingertips between your plump folds.
you can’t stand on your hands properly as he pushes his girth deep into your slit. his eyes are locked on your half-filled pussy, squeezing sporadically around his length as he stretches you with each thrust.
“i was just k-kidding, uh” your eyes fill with tears at his rough intrusion. you moan when he grabs your hips and angles himself thrusting deeper taking your sweet spot with ease.
he’s so big and heavy when he leans over your back, licks your ear breathing slowly, “you were just eager for my cock, but it’s okay baby, i’m here for you.”
your eyes roll back under his thrusts, werewolf!tojilicks his lips as you squeeze him again, “i’m not even halfway in and you’re creaming on me.”
you feel so dirty getting turned on by his dirty talk and he knows it. he has a cocky smirk on his lips as he sinks rougher inside you, “is my cock too big uhu princess?”
your nails dig into the mattress and you gasp when his fat balls finally hit your neglected bud.
your mouth snaps open, choking on your sobs as you slowly reach the edge.
you gush and cream on his thick length, only his claws roughly holding your soft hips keep you from falling forward. “that’s my good girl,” he grunts, watching as your cum stains his cock and drips onto his fat balls.
you babble in a voice muffled by the pillow as you try to wriggle out of his grip.
werewolf!tojipulls you back on his cock roughly causing you to squeal, “behave or i’ll have to put a leash on you,” he laughs grabbing your hair.
his vulgar words pressed to your ear make your cunt flutter, “you were so desperate you had to go around just to get my thick cock.”
your messy cunt continues to gush and clutch his shaft. his thrusts become frantic as his orgasm approaches, “you’re going to take every drop of my cum in your little hole, aren’t you?” he coo excitedly.
your hard clit spasms making you moan and squirm until he twitches too.
his load overflows from your cunt, spreading over your inner thigh and dripping down his shaft as he pulls his throbbing cock out.
your mind is fuzzy as he lies down beside you and caresses your back running his claws along your spine, “yes, doggy is my favorite position, my little human, but don’t play this game during the full moon,” he coo chuckles, “i wouldn’t go easy on you otherwise.”
