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It had been a little less than a week since the day King built me the house. We went on daily explorations around the woods as he showed me how to map my location. I was getting better at being aware of where I was in relation to the shelter, which I'd unknowingly began to refer to as "home". In the process, one day we found our way back to the truck and I explained to King that I really needed to contact folks and let them know I was safe.

"I really need to let everyone know i'm doing okay, or they're going to call the police. It's been weeks."

"What is the police?"

"They're people that're supposed to show up and help when bad things happen but they mostly just pull you over for expired registration."

He stared at me. I knew he didn't know what any of that meant.

"Listen, King, I just really need to head back to the truck today and make a phone call. I'll be back in no time."

"I will come with you, then, so you don't get lost. You're still learning your whereabouts in the woods."

I felt a bit odd that he was so insistent about tagging along, but if it helped him feel better I figured it would be fine. Besides, I could show him some of the things in the truck and tell him a little about my life. He reluctantly agreed, and we made our way to my truck, which was thankfully still exactly where I'd left it. I dug my keys from my pocket and unlocked the camper shell, opening it and the truck bed door to the bed I'd been resting in before meeting him. All my things were still there. I'd turned my phone off, and it was resting on the mattress. I handed him my backpack and said "look through that, tell me if you know what any of it is" as I reached in and fished out my phone, powering it on.

King opened my bag and immediately upended it, dumping all the contents out into the grass before taking a seat. He could be so childlike, sometimes, his curiousity radiating off him as he began to pick up things and inspect them, turning them over in his hand, studying them.

"Take a look at all that while I call my dad, it won't take but a few minutes."

He (thankfully) agreed and I made my way around to driver's side door, unlocking it and hopping in, sitting sideways in the passenger seat as I called dad. It rang a few times before he answered. I could hear sports on in the background. He was at home watching the game. Life had gone on for him exactly the same as it would've been if I was there.

"Hey dad, it's Nico."

"Oh! Hey kiddo. Was wonderin' when you were gonna call."

"Yeah, sorry, kinda got caught up out here in the woods. You been alright?"

"Yeah, s'been alright at home. What about you? You comin' home soon?"

I grew quiet, glancing down the length of my truck to see King's back, his muscles moving about as he must've been playing with things from my bag.

"I...don't know, really. I've kinda been getting a lot done out here. It's been really eye-opening."

"well"

That was one of dad's traits. The single word "well" as a response. It wasn't quite a replacement for "okay", it was a little more than that. It was essentially a shorter way of saying "i'm acknowledging what you're saying to me but don't have a response either way". It was how I knew he didn't really give a shit, or he wasn't paying attention. Sometimes it was used in place of saying how you really feel about something, but that "well" always had a different pitch to it. This was a "well" that meant "prying too much into your personal life involves emotional labor i'm not intelligent enough to handle, so i'm letting you do you".

"Yeah, i'm okay though" i'd reply.

"Buck's been askin' about you. Asked if you were okay."

My ears fell back.

"So I guess he told you about us?" I asked.

"Yea he said you dumped him and fuckin' peeled outta there to the woods."

Dad had no conversational grace, and that wasn't a conversation i'd want to have with him even if he did. A sinking regret filled my belly with weight, I found my posture slouching a bit.

"Yeah, I did. Gotta get my shit together."

"Well you're not gonna get it together fiddlefuckin' around out in the woods, buckaroo. You gotta get a job or some shit. Truck's gonna need inspectin' again soon and I ain't got the money for ya."

"Yeah, I know," I said, "everything'll be fine. I'll be home eventually. I'll call and check in every now and then. Tell Buck i'm okay."

"Well."

"Love you, dad."

"Love you too. Bye."

"See you later."

I hung up the phone and powered it off, sitting there for a moment in the musty cab of the truck with my elbows on my knees. A long sigh exhaled some of the stress i'd built up from the phone call, and I'd slide out of the cab, lock the door and shut it, heading back to King. He was flicking a flashlight on and off, staring at it. I assumed the light didn't hurt his eyes, seeing as he didn't have any.

"What is this?" he asked. "I've seen men with these before. How do they make light?"

"It's a flashlight, and it runs off batteries, which are like...these little objects that have a lot of electricity in them."

"Your people have harnessed lightning and trapped it in these objects?" he'd ask.

"Something like that, though you make it sound way cooler when you describe it that way."

He knew what books were, so those didn't require any explanation. I explained to him how canning food works, and how the food inside was still good. I showed him how a can opener works, and he tried Spaghetti-O's for the first time, proceeding to expel them back out his mouth shortly afterward as he had with the raspberries a few days ago. Thankfully, he didn't make me eat it this time. I showed him my lighter, and he was further amazed with how "my people had harnessed fire as they did lightning". It made me feel really cool, showing him some of these things.

We went through some of the more awkward things together. I had to explain to him what toilet paper was, and how it was a necessity to anthros. He seemed perplexed, as his digestive tract was unnecessary and all the wild ferals didn't use those sorts of things or clean themselves at all afterward.

"You don't just lick yourselves clean as your feral kin do?" he asked.

"Nooo no. No. We don't do that kinda stuff in anthro society, plus we can't reach our own butts." He nodded. That was obvious to him, at least.

I proceeded to explain to him a few of the other things anthros did differently than ferals, as he'd only seen the ones that travel through the woods. I had to explain clothes to him, and he still didn't seem to grasp what the purpose they served. Turns out it's hard to explain to a nude forest spirit that most people outside of the woods prefer to have their bodies constantly covered in several layers of cloth.

I began packing up the items we'd talked about back into my bag, and was just about done with all of them when he would snatch up something I'd forgotten I'd brought with me--a dildo.

"A severed phallus" he remarked, holding it up as I abruptly lunged for it.

"N-no it's not--it's not severed!! It's fake!"

"This isn't fake, it's very real. It has a strange color to it, though."

"No, like--" I lunged for it again, this time snatching it and yanking it away from him. "like it's not from a real creature. It was just made to look like a real one."

"What do you do with it? Is it a focus?"

"What? No. You...you..." I paused. I didn't want to explain it to him.

"You use it when you're lonely" I said as I tucked it down into my bag, covering it with several books he'd thrown out before finally zipping the bag up and slinging it over my shoulder. I'd decided to bring the bag with me, so we could finish the food that was in it. It was then that I realized my hunting knife was still in my camper, and I crawled into the truck to grab it as I pointed out "almost forgot this. It'll be useful."

As I brandished it, though, King would jolt upright, going from sitting to standing almost instantly and taking a few steps back.

"I don't like that" he'd say. His tone had suddenly shifted. He sounded very serious.

"Oh, don't worry," I said as I turned it in the light, "I just figured it'd be good for cuttin' wood and vines. My grandpa gave it to me. S'got a compass on the end, see?"

He had no part in it, refusing to approach me as he insisted "leave that here. I don't like it at all." His posture was alert and raised, I could tell he was clearly uncomfortable with it. I tried to explain it a bit better, assuring him "it's okay, King, I'll put it down in my bag. It'll be good for if somethin' like a bear gave us troub--"

I was interrupted by an abruptly loud, barked "NO" as King's posture abruptly braced itself. His shoulders were hunched, his upper half pushed forward. His fingers were curling in on themselves, almost as if they wanted to ball into fists. He was scared.

"Okay, okay, i'm sorry. I don't mean to upset you. Here," I sheathed it, lifted the mattress and tossed it underneath before shutting the truck up and locking the camper, "is that better?"

It took a moment for his posture to relax a bit, but it did. I suddenly was aware his fur had stood on end, and his hackles were up. As I tucked the truck keys back in my pocket I'd ask "why don't you like knives, King?" as I slung the pack over my shoulder.

He was brushing down his raised fur, grooming himself into calming down as he told me "I've seen what your kind can do with those things. Cleave an entire head off a beast. Cut it's neck, spill it's blood everywhere. Stab it in the belly and make it's insides pour out. Sometimes you kill eachother with them. They're terrible things."

I nodded, realizing he'd probably seen knives used a lot more brutally out in the woods than I had in civilization. I felt guilty for not being more thoughtful of his fears beforehand, and I apologized for having been so inconsiderate. He assured me it was fine.

"Do not fret, but please do not ever bring that thing to our home."

I agreed. We made our way back home and I set my bag inside before rejoining him as he stood there, seemingly lost in thought. I asked him what was on his mind, and he didn't move at all as he answered "I'm hungry". I knew what that meant, and I felt the nervousness rising in my body. It had been a few days since he'd first fed, and though I was aware I would live through it, the pain and and anxiety that came with it had me dreading the thought of him asking again. Here we were, though, him staring off into the distance and me beside him, knowing he probably wanted blood more than any of my other fluids.

"Do you want blood?" I asked. He nodded.

"But perhaps, later, something else" he added. I wanted to be excited at the thought of that, but it was hard to be excited about anything knowing we had to get this out of the way first.

"Will you take off your clothes, though? I want to feel your body against mine. I want to hold you this time."

I was unable to really feel at all soothed by his idea, but I assumed it came from a place of wanting to care for me. I cooperated, stripping entirely nude and leaving my clothes in the house before he would take a seat, sitting cross-legged.

"Sit. In my lap." he said, nodding to me. I followed his orders, approaching him and crawling onto his lap. His body was so big, I couldn't help but feel a little comforted as I finally experienced him so close. He was surprisingly warm to have been a long-dead forest spirit, and our size difference made me feel like a swaddled child as I positioned myself with my knees on either side of his waist. This position inadvertently had sat my butt right down on that monstrous length he had between his legs, completely flaccid but absolutely a "shower, not a grower". It was probably a foot long, if not longer, and just as warm as the rest of his body. Surprisingly, though, having it squished into the crack of my ass brought no life to it. It certainly sprung mine to life, though, especially as his big arms reached around me and pressed both palms to the upper and lower parts of my back, supporting my weight. It was so strange how safe I felt, knowing in a moment my neck was going to be bitten open. His hands were just so large, so securing, his body so warm and soft. He smelled terrible, but if I looked past that it felt like being hugged by dad as a kid again. I felt like whatever happened, I was going to be protected.

Perhaps that's why I didn't cry as much when his teeth rended open my neck, the agonizing pain of my artery being punctured open and muscles crushed and shredded coursing through my body before the numbness set in. Don't get me wrong, I cried. I cried a lot. But, it was a quieter cry. Tears formed in my eyes and ran down my face and I snuffed through my nose before beginning to quietly sob. This time, though, his hands would pet my back. While the one hand supported my weight with my upper back, the other petted me. With a mouthful of my neck in his maw, he would coo a quiet "shhh, Nico, it'll be over soon".

Even now, I can't explain why I trusted when he said that.

The feeding went on for several minutes, as the last one had, and I began to feel chilly even in the warmth of his massive body. My crying grew weaker as I grew tired, and he knew as I struggled to protest the act that it was time to loose his jaws from my neck and let the wound clot and close. He did so, and I could hear him slapping his chops of my blood as the bony snout of his face rubbed against the wound on my neck. I closed my eyes and leaned forward, my face sideways against his boney chest. He was so soft, even despite the prominent bones, and I fell asleep snuggled in his body in no time. He would rise, holding me, and bring me back to home. It was early Wednesday afternoon, and I would sleep until Thursday evening.

I awoke to the smell of cooking meat. It was a delicious aroma, and I rubbed my eyes to find myself laying on that musky blanket in the house. I didn't even dress myself as I stood and headed outside, stumbling a bit as my body struggled to put blood where it was supposed to be. I was still dizzy, and my legs felt a bit gelatinous. Still, King saw me as I exited, and rose up with excitement as he had the last time.

"You're awake!"

I'd nod. "What's cookin'?"

"Rabbit. Just for you."

Rabbit. How'd he manage that? He must've been a fine hunter. Not only that, but he knew how to skin and prepare an animal? I was impressed. He had started a small wood fire, and was roasting it on a spit over the open flame. I found it interesting he'd learned these sorts of skills from watching anthros live in the woods and still hadn't grasped concepts like pants or wiping your ass. I joined him at the fire and we chatted idly as he roasted it, my stomach snarling with hunger as I waited for dinner.

"No worms this time?" I asked.

"No, but maybe next time. Today is a special day for you. This is not all I have prepared for your enjoyment."

I smiled a little at that, looking up to his face as I asked "why's that? What's so special about today?"

"Your blood tasted full of stress yesterday. You've clearly got things troubling you, so I thought I would spend the day spoiling you. Perhaps it will resemble the comfortable living you had outside the woods."

"Ugh," I started, "life outside the woods was hardly comfortable. Don't get me started. But, thanks. I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned."

We had dinner together shortly after. Actually, I had dinner while he sat and stared at me, and we chatted about life. I talked a little bit more about my life outside the woods, and he told me a story about a fish he'd met decades ago that could speak anthro english. I found that hard to believe, which was ironic seeing as it was told to me by a reanimated feral's skull.

Dinner was delicious, and after I ate my fill of it he would rise up, standing and telling me "it's time we prepare for bed. I know you just woke recently, but you need more rest, and I have more I want to do with you in our home. I have to go to the creek, you should do what you need to do and get in bed. I will meet you in a few minutes."

He padded off without me, and I was left standing there wondering what King could possibly have needed to do to get ready for bed. He had no need to empty his bladder, did he? I hadn't seen him drink anything since we'd met. He didn't brush his teeth, or wash his face. What'd he need to do? I figured i'd ask him about it when he returned.

I relieved myself on a tree near our home, further marking it as our territory, and took off my clothes for bed. I had gotten used to that intense musk that the blanket had, especially as King and I had been sleeping together in it and it had started getting his smell more. He still reeked of earth and rot, as he always had, but over time I had grown accustomed to the smell and had even started to find it soothing, in a way. Perhaps it was how secure i felt sleeping next to him. Flopping down on the blanket, I sprawled out on my back and stared off at nothing as I waited for him.

Eventually, he would show up, damp. He was dripping wet, and I sat up and asked "what'd you do?"

"I bathed."

"You bathed?"

"Yes. I wanted to clean myself for you."

"Well you didn't have to do that, King, you're dripping wet now."

I hadn't said anything about his smell at any point, so I guessed he must've just known he stunk. But, as I stood and ushered him back outside, I realized he still not only smelled just as bad, but now had an additional smell akin to wet dog. I assumed those smells of decay and soil must've just been baked into him.

We stood outside in the dark together, his fur drying slowly without the warmth of the sunlight to aid him. He'd gotten a bit chilly to the touch, though I hadn't shyed away from being close to him. Despite the ups and downs we'd had so far, I found myself admiring him more and more as the days went by. The bloodletting was still hard to handle, but I'd grown to understand his expectations and pushy nature.

"King," I approached him and put my hands on his chest, his damp chest, pressing through fur until I felt the boney torso underneath it, "I know what I wanna do tonight."

The huge beast would look down at me from above as I brushed at his chest, asking "what's that?"

"Can we...have sex? Can we do that?"

I felt strange asking the question, but in truth I didn't know if we could. I'd yet to see him erect, nor had I felt it any of the nights we slept together. Perhaps he was incapable of doing so, and I didn't take him as the type to be on bottom. King was a strange beast that seemed to have very little erotic interest to have been largely an animal, so I asked the question almost expecting to be denied. I hadn't gotten laid for weeks, though, and sleeping in such close proximity with a heavy naked beast had had me itching for release. He was around me 24/7, so I hadn't had a chance to even please myself since the night I summoned him. I'd spent so long adjusting to the changes happening to my life that sex had fallen to the back of my mind, despite the near nightly urges I'd been having. Tonight, though, felt "right". King had wanted to spoil me, and I wanted to be closer to him.

"Sex?" he asked, staring up and off into the distance, as he always did when he was pondering. "My species doesn't do that until we're wed. Does yours?"

"Well, sometimes folks wait til they're married, but a lot of them don't. We don't have to, though, if you don't feel like it."

"No, the thought is lovely. But..." he was still staring off, thinking.

"But?"

"I have never done it before."

I was shocked at first, but it made sense. He may have been hundreds of years old, but if he didn't mate until wedding and he'd never been married, then...it made sense that he'd not have ever mated before.

"Have you ever gotten off at all?"

"Oh, yes, plenty. We still have our urges. We just mate for life, so we do not have sex outside of marriage. But, I want to spoil you tonight, so perhaps we could do it anyway."

"Are you sure? I don't want you to, like, break some important rule for your species. You won't get in trouble or anything, will you?"

"With who?" he asked.

"Good point."

"You will have to take control, though. Tonight is your reward, and I want you to guide it in the direction you want it to go."

What a thing to hear a man say. I'd mostly spent my life being on the receiving end of guidance, and when it came to sex I tended to just let my partner take the reigns. Most of them want that, they already have something in mind and want to pursue exactly that. This, though, was exciting. I could do what I wanted to do, anything was available to me.

"Sit down and lie back, on your elbows," I told him, and he followed my orders obediently, his head looking down at me as I stood before him. He was...a huge sight to behold, even in the trace amount of moonlight. This huge beast, surrendering his dominance to me, letting me explore him. He would spread his legs, assuming correctly that that was where I wanted to go first.

I approached him slowly, and sank to my knees before him. It was right in front of me, that heavy shaft i'd only just recently gotten used to always hanging between his legs. It was the biggest I'd ever seen, and here I was about to handle it. His testicles hung heavy, massive, between his legs, easily the size of baseballs. I didn't even know what I was going to do with this thing, I hardly doubted I could fit it inside me. I just wanted him, so badly. I wanted to be close to him, and to pleasure him. I longed for that feeling Buck and i had experienced together, the closeness of bodies, that real love making that made you feel like someone actually valued you. I wanted it so badly with King, and as I reached forward and finally touched his shaft, I looked up to his face for some semblance of a response.

Nothing. I should've expected that, seeing as he had no face with which to emote, but his body didn't even really seem to react to being touched. It was heavy, though, flaccid, and as I handled it it would flop around lifelessly in my grip. The base was easily over two inches thick, and I wondered if it got thicker on arousal. It was indeed about a foot long, the skin wrinkled at the base confirming he probably did, in fact, grow on arousal. He wasn't arousing, though, and as I handled it slowly I would ask "does this feel good?"

"It feels pleasant, I enjoy having you touch me." he'd say, a disappointingly neutral answer. I didn't want to start pressing, though, or seeking his approval, so I simply continued to handle him, idly stroking at him and admiring the shape of his dick. It was semi-cervine in shape, tapered like a spire. The tip had a rounded nib but was still thin, less than an inch thick. It was a pinkish-grey color, and partway down the shaft was a ring, much like a horse's. His anatomy was so strange, humanlike in how it didn't have a sheath but entirely animalistic in shape. His shaft was entirely hairless, but was surrounded in a thick bush of coarse body hair that was much bristlier than his fur coat. His balls were furless too, but hairy, humanlike as well. And the smell, the smell was so intense. Raw, masculine musk, but so much more feral in nature. He reeked of a man between his legs but the smell had additional notes, spicier notes, pungent, like an animal's scent glands. I couldn't tell exactly where that smell resided most heavily, it rather just seemed to radiate from between his legs, but I found myself adjusting to it rather quickly.

I leaned down close to his body and pressed my nose to the base of his shaft, in the dense body hair, and sniffed him deeply. My nose burned, my eyelids fluttered, and I felt intoxicated for a moment on that first deep inhalation of his odor. It was thrilling. He sat entirely still, watching me, and I worked my way around the base of his dick sniffing him, rubbing my nose on him. I could feel his warmth in my hand, holding it as it hung flaccid, occasionally pulsing with a bit of life. I couldn't tell if I was stimulating him to erection or if those were just idle pulses, but I hoped it was the former. I would move my nose up his shaft and find the tip, easing it into my mouth. It was incredibly salty, but the soft density and tapered tip made it easy to slide it rather far back into my muzzle, even a bit down my throat. This, it seemed, caused him to pulse several times, and as I began to suck on him I could finally feel some life pumping to his dick.

I would continue to stimulate him until he was half-erect, and it began to confirm my suspicions. He did seem to be getting longer, though the base seemed to stay around a solid 2 to 2.5 inches thick. I looked up to him and asked "are you enjoying this?" and he nodded rather simply.

"It's wonderful having someone touch me like this, I thought I'd never experience it."

I sat upright now, and looked up to his expressionless face. His head was facing me, I knew he was looking at me, but I had no idea how he was feeling or what he was thinking. I wanted to keep asking questions, keep probing for reassurance, but I didn't want to make it awkward. It was strange how...feral he felt. He could verbally communicate with me, but he was so aloof in his answers and behaviors. Everything felt purely reactive to what was happening, more than enthused. It was a little disheartening, but I hoped that with a bit more effort I could stir him to some enthusiasm.

I would crawl up his body, and sit on his lower stomach with my hands on his chest. He was breathing calmly, collected, and he tilted his head some as I crawled onto him. I spit onto my palms and turned slightly to slather his shaft in saliva, wetting it before whispering "i don't think i can take it all, but I want to try."

"Are we about to mate?" he'd ask. I nodded.

I spread my legs and planted my feet on the dirt on either side of his waist, rearing my ass up and guiding that tapered shaft under my tail. I could feel it, the warmth, the slobbery tip rubbing at the sensitive bare skin at the base of my tail and around my ass. He hadn't produced any precum yet, though, and I wondered how he was feeling.

"Are you ready?" I'd ask, and he'd simply nod. I pressed that nibbed tip to my hole and eased back, popping it in with no effort. His shaft was such a pleasant shape, so easy to insert, and I closed my eyes as my hands held my body stead on his chest, and I began to squat down on him, feeding inch after inch up inside me. It thickened quickly after I let him penetrate, and I could feel that he'd grown a bit in length, fully rigid now. He didn't seem any different otherwise, though, and though I was already breathy with arousal as I had him about seven inches into me, I'd ask "are you enjoying this?"

He nodded.

"Can...can you say something about it? You're so quiet."

"It feels wonderful." he said, a slight rise in his voice that made him sound cheery, but the tone was more like one receiving a simple gift, not at all like losing their virginity to someone they loved. My ears folded back.

"King, you sound like you're not having fun." I couldn't resist from admitting as I eased off him, letting his fully erect shaft pop free of my backside and stand upright now, pulsing. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"No, i'm having a wonderful time. What am I doing wrong?" he'd ask, to which I immediately felt a twinge of guilt.

"You're not doing anything wrong, just...you seem so...bored? Disinterested? You're so quiet."

"I've never seen how one is supposed to behave during sex."

Fuck. That was true. He'd probably not seen much of this act out in the woods and, even if he had, he probably couldn't deduce how he was supposed to be acting from it. It still seemed a bit odd to me that he didn't have his own animalistic impulses and desires that compelled him to pant or moan or thrust, but perhaps that was just me misunderstanding his species.

"Well, as long as you promise you're enjoying it..." I'd yield.

"I am, I'd love if you continued."

I trusted him, and I wet his shaft with more spit before easing him into me again. He was so rigid by now, so heavy, the feeling was incredible and it felt like the shape of his erection was perfect to press against my prostate and stimulate me in return. I was already dripping, and I would ease my knees onto the ground as I rested my head against his chest, proceeding to ride him about halfway deep inside me. Every time i pushed for nine inches or more, it would ache, and I felt as though my body just couldn't take it. He was so thick, so long, and I tried as hard as I could to push him deeper but I found myself feeling entirely too full and sore as I pushed it. I stayed just above halfway, riding him slowly and feeling him stimulate me perfectly. He was still so casual, so indifferent, and I struggled to deal with that.

"S-so...so you can cum?" I'd ask. He nodded.

"Do you think you're gonna cum?" I'd follow up.

"Probably. Do you want me to?"

I gave a breathy, eager "yes. yes yes yes. please."

"Then I will. I'm not ready to yet, though."

"Will you say you love me when you cum?"

"If you want me to."

"I do. If you mean it."

Our sex would go on for a while, my knees beginning to get shaky as I grew tired of riding him. He never thrusted, though, and never seemed to take over on the effort. I felt as though, if i'd asked to stop or take a break, he would just give up on it entirely. I had to push myself further and do it myself, because this was his first time. He had no idea what to do. It went on forever, though, and every time I found myself brimming close to an orgasm I would begin to stress myself out about his indifference, his stillness, and I'd worry myself out of the headspace. I was so sure he was never going to cum, and I'd ridden him until my legs were sore, my ass was sore, and I was sure he was just humoring me in some stupid delusion to entertain me for this night. That was, until he spoke.

"Nico?" he asked.

"Yes?" I replied.

"I love you."

Before I had a chance to answer him, though, I felt it. His body had given no warning prior to it. He'd felt like he'd precum a little, but not much. But there was no bucking of the hips, no squirming, no moaning, no panting. He'd remained almost entirely still, simply breathing, the entire time until this moment. His shaft abruptly stiffened up a bit more, and I could feel the vein of his urethra suddenly engorged, and only a second later I felt it. Jet, after jet, after jet, into me. He was cumming, and it was an incredibly copious amount. It was remarkably hot, as well, for his reanimated body to have produced. I could feel the heat not only inside me, but radiating off his shaft as he seemed to rise in body temperature as he climaxed. I pushed back a bit and fed him as deep as I could take him, just past eight inches, and I could feel the rigidity of his shaft angling my guts to make room for him. He was still shooting off inside me, and after a good thirty seconds or so I wondered how long his climax lasted.

Turns out, about a minute. A minute of shots every few seconds. I felt so incredibly full at that point, but I didn't want to pull off. He was still erect, and between the pressure from his seed inside me and his maintained erection I'd grown incredibly close to climax. I was riding him quickly now, with a second wind in my loins desiring to push me over the edge.

"King?"

"Yes?"

"Say it again."

"Say what again?"

"Tell me you love me again."

"I love you."

"Keep saying it, please."

"I love you, Nico."

"More. More, please. Please. I'm so--I'm so close."

"I love you, Nico. I love you very much. I--"

He'd gotten the hint, and he leaned his snout forward a bit to bump the top of my head as my eyes scrunched shut. He'd say it again. My body was trembling. He'd say it again. I pushed down as hard as I could. Nine inches. He said it again.

"Oh, King, I--"

"I love you, Nico."

"I--I-"

My body was wracked with sensations. I buried my head in his neck, my hands gripping the fur of his chest. I had been climaxing, freely leaking for a few moments already. I was riding out the most intense climax I'd ever had, and I was so overcome by the feeling that I couldn't even fully register it.

"I love you too, King. I love you. I love you so much."

I meant it. I really did. I knew I meant it, and I believed he meant it too. I was sweating so much, riding out what felt like an endless stimulation. His poor belly and crotch were covered in my seed at this point. I could feel him softening inside me, and I tried so hard to continue riding him for all I could. It was growing limp, though, and that prompted me to slow my motions, finally stopping. He was still buried inside me, his flaccid shaft thick enough to keep me plugged as I sat there, chest heaving with exhaustion, the muscles of my legs burning from overexertion.

"Did you...like that?" I would finally ask, basking in my own afterglow and overcome with the lovey-dovey hormones flooding my head. I felt so attached, so connected. He'd barely moved at all the entire time, but I was so convinced we were perfect together. I loved him so much in that moment.

"It was wonderful. I enjoyed seeing how good it made you feel."

"It did, it felt amazing. The best i've ever had, easily."

"The best?" he asked.

"Yeah, and I really enjoyed hearing you say you love me."

"Well, I do love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anything."

What a thrilling thing to hear. I could've stayed in that spot with him forever, listening to him speak so kindly to me, and having his warmth around me. I wanted him to say it again, but I didn't want to beg. We did, though, stay that way for a while. He didn't speak, and eventually he would lie flat on his back, staring up into the night sky. I finally had decided to pull off of him, expecting a heavy mess but finding I dripped very little out of me. Rather, it felt...stuck. I remarked on that, telling him "wow, you musta shot it pretty deep, i'm surprised I ain't leakin'" as I crawled to lay next to him, lying on my side with my arm around his chest.

"Sphragis."

"What?"

"Sphragis," he repeated, "a mating plug. It's going to be in you for the night, most likely. It's meant to ensure impregnation, but that's not relevant to you."

"A...plug?" I asked. I'd heard of some animals doing that, back when I was a younger boy and helping one of dad's friends on his farm. He was prone to oversharing details about animals with me, and I remembered hearing pigs did that and thinking it was super gross. Now, here I was, with one stuck in me, feeling...kinda gross, actually. My guts were groaning, though, and they definitely still felt very full. I guessed that was going to be my night, but I should've expected something at least somewhat weird from having sex with a forest monster.

"You still seem off," i'd tell King, and to my surprise he'd nod in agreement with me.

"Yes. I am thinking."

"About?"

"About you going home." he said.

"Why are you thinking about that?" I asked, "after we just had so much fun together?"

"It's exactly that. How can I fully enjoy you, knowing you will leave me one day? I have now mated with you, and in a short time you will be gone. I will be alone again."

I would rise up on an elbow and lean over his body to look at his face, which was still gazing up to the stars.

"What if you came back home with me?"

"Why would I do that?" he'd ask.

"Because you love me." I replied.

"If you love me, why would you leave?"

"Well," I started. I really didn't have a reply that didn't sound selfish to me. I loved him, very much, but I loved dad too, and I loved my friends, and I wanted at least somewhat keep in contact with Buck. I didn't want to totally throw away the entire life I had for this new one, but it was clear King really did want that. I didn't know what to do.

"I'm scared." I admitted.

"Of what?" he'd ask.

"Of never seeing the other people I love ever again. You seemed upset I wanted to even contact home, I doubted you'd want me to go into town to visit any."

"If you go, you will never come back. The woods are too strong for you."

"That's not true. I'm handling it alright, and I'm more than strong enough to handle the harder things the forest expects of me. Especially if I have you with me."

"You will prove it, then. I will let you go home if you prove your strength."

"How?" I asked, ready to agree to whatever he had in store for me.

"You will hunt. You will kill for your survival, and you will show you are strong. Then, I will trust that the comforts of the outside world will not sway you to abandon the woods."