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  Their bodies slammed together in a frenzied mating, riding together toward their climax. She felt him swell further before thick streams of cum began to release deep inside of her. The contact of the first spurt of his seed made Misty’s channel convulse as her release roared through her. Each spurt pushed it higher. Distantly she was aware that she was screaming her pleasure. A roar suddenly ripped from them as she felt the blast of his orgasm lit her up with a hot jettison of cum that flooded her cunt as his cock jerked inside of her, the tiny frills quivering, pushing his seed deep within her as they encouraged her pussy to orgasm and draw his fluid deep within her.

  Dropping back to his back. Mawrgol held her tight against him as she lay on top of him, pressed against his belly and chest. His raspy purring rattled out of him as he rubbed his nose against her jaw and neck.

  “My Mist. Mine. For this period, no other will touch you. You will be one with my wood and me.”

  The trees outside rattled with a sigh and she became, over the scent of his own perfume, the riot of scent of blooms through the forest. It was as if everything came alive during their copulation.

  Misty breathed deep in wonder.

  “What is that?”

  “Your passion brings life to my woods. Your children welcome you.”

  Their fucking had resulted in life, but in a different way than she’d ever imagined. She licked her lips, a sense of unease seeping into her.

  “For how long?”

  His glowing eyes stared at her unblinking as if he was able to see into the heart of her.

  “You are mine, for a time until the time comes again. Then you as the others before you will have a choice. You can return or you can remain here, mother of my woods.”

  Chapter 4

  Misty stood at the edge of the wood, facing the wall of fog at Mawrgol’s side. The time had passed almost too quick. Though it was dreary at the times it came closer to the human world, throughout most of the days it was sunny and warm like a beautiful day in May as if she were living in a continuous spring.

  They’d spent hours fucking whenever the desire hit at different hours of the day and in the late hours of night. The forest bloomed in a constant glorious array of color and all manner of creatures called it home, some she’d never could have imagined, and some that passed at will between worlds. The first time she spied a mated unicorn pair she’d been undone by wonder as she stood by Mawrgol. Then she’d squeaked as he grabbed her and immediately bent her over the mossy side of a log, thrusting into her body that always seemed wet and ready for him within seconds of any overture.

  The stallion immediately had circled the mare, his own phallus extending eagerly as he mounted her. Misty watched in surprise from where she lay belly down on the moss, Mawrgol hammering into her until her vision hazed with her own lust and she forgot all about the unicorns mating nearby. She’d watched as months passed as the mare swelled with foal. She’d last seen the family that morning leading their foal along the streams that bisected the wood around the thicket that they’d established their home.

  Mawrgol looked down at her. Sadness brimming from the glow of his eyes and his claws stroked through her hair. She gave him a watery smile as the mist gradually thinned. He leaned down and brushed his nose against the top of her head.

  “Thank you, my Mist. You have brought life and even unicorns which never have I seen in mine own wood. I will always keep you within me.”

  His hand lightly touched his chest where a tiny flower furled out, it petals spreading before he plucked it free and tucked it into her hair.

  “Follow pixies, they will show you the way.”

  His hand dropped as the tiny fairy-lights surrounded them. Misty’s eyes blurred with tears. She didn’t want to leave, but this moment had hung over them and never once had he asked her to stay. Slowly she took one step and then another as the mist parted before her. Up ahead she began to make out her street. Rather than dark it was lit up with a number of jack-o’-lanterns blazing around her with a light that was almost painful to her eyes even as the spirits shied away from it with their own laments of pain.

  As the pixies retreated with a cry and Misty’s toes stood at the edge of the mist. A cold wind swept through her from the forest behind her as if the forest was slowly dying behind her as she prepared to enter the human world to the autumnal hues and the crunch of leaves of when she’d first entered it. Without the passion between Mawrgol and a mate the forest would slumber until the next one came. How many women had left him at the end of a year over the ages?

  She turned back and looked. All she could see of Mawrgol was the glow of his eyes and the shadowy silhouette of his form. Suddenly his hand raised in entreaty. Misty took another glance at her road and backed away from the pavement as a group of children ran by, their voices raised in laughter as their costumes flapped around them.

  Turning on heel, Misty raced back into the woods, the mist closing around her in a thick blanket. She couldn’t see anything, not Mawrgol nor the pixies. Panic hammered at her and she cried out for her mate.

  Strong, familiar arms swept around her and yanked her off her feet against a chest she knew all too well. Pixies burst around them and she leaned into Mawrgol’s embrace, her arms circling around his neck as she rocked in his arms as he carried her back to their den.

  He set her in the heart of their wood in front of the blooms that concealed their home and she smiled up at him as he purred and caressed every part of her.

  “Forever. You are my Mist, forever. Never again will I let you go. Mother and queen of my wood, we are bound together now.”

  She felt a tickle and smiled as she watched tiny flowering vines push out from her skin, blooming with feminine blossoms in contrast to the male blooms of Mawrgol. They didn’t hurt but felt like an extension of her. His vines suddenly twined with hers, the perfume of the flowers scattering magic through the woods as he drew her close, her thighs wrapping around his hips as his thick cock pushed deep.

  Locked in his embrace, Misty smiled. The life of the woods was her family. Mawrgol was her mate. She would never again be parted from them.

  The End.