The Morning Wood Tree

by Siggy Shade

“What are you doing?” I whisper. “Filling you,” he growls. “Your cunt is a work of art and I want to see how far it expands.”

“Look at you,” he says, his voice filled with wonder. “So passionate and hot. You’re more beautiful than anything in the forest.”

My lips curl into a smile. “I want us to make love under the stars.” He pulls back with a sharp grin. “I’ll do one better.” “How?” “I’m going to fuck you until you see stars.”

“What I was before was a mere branch to the being I am today. Now, I am the fruit of your love.”