Monstrous Lust: Becoming One with the Forest Lords.New Story is...

Monstrous Lust: Becoming One with the Forest Lords.

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Dear Brother;
I write to inform you that I am leaving tomorrow. When I do, you will not hear from me again, because I shall have disappeared from this world. I have found another where wild and fantastic things roam. They have taken me in as one of their own; as a lover, and as a mother. There I shall succumb to the same fate as Dr. Oliver, who has shown it all to me. He has embraced me with his gift, for he is now one of the great forest lords. I shall join him on his throne, forever united as one.
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‘This is what
the doctor told me, when he plucked the forbidden fruit from her branches, she
came to life. A tanned skin woman with leaves in her hair, an ancient spirit of
the forest, natural and nude, and described as having the body of a goddess.
The nymph smiled at Oliver but spoke no words, and then seduced him further
with her erotic dance. She dangerously enticed him when she quietly squeezed
her oaken breasts and swayed her curved hips. Oh brother, I can see the scene
so perfectly in my mind now. I cannot wait to join the doctor in this wild,
carnal paradise. The fruit he
had plucked was of course forbidden. It is said you should never eat the fruits
of fairies; for once you do, you belong to them. Nevertheless, Oliver has no
regrets now, and neither do I. Yes, he ate the fruit, the temptation was too
great. He was paralyzed as she got dangerously close to him. She teased him
with her forest charms and let her wild scent invade his nostrils. She was in
heat, or that is what he interpreted. Wild, untamed creatures of the forest
always attract their mates with a hot, intoxicating scent. It would make any male
forget his senses and become uncontrollably aroused. A golden honey-like sap
leaked from her green sex, which was wildly surrounded in a pubic growth of
soft, damp moss. It produced a strong, sweet aroma that drove his inner bestial
instincts mad. She took back her rich red fruit away from him and glazed it in
that honey of hers before pressing it against his lips. It was then he was
truly hers to toy with. The second time she pressed her fruit against the
source of her intoxicating drug, his addiction to her warm, sweet and exotic
spice made him quick to follow it back to her damp green. With his lips he
would devour her fruit to completion. Once gone, he continued gnawing his way
into her knothole where all the honey was made.’