Page 24 of Snatched By the Scarecrow

That’s all he needs. My scarecrow god holds my hips with brutal strength, snapping his hips back before plowing his knobbed cock and fat knot into me in one swift thrust.

I come without warning, black night and a galaxy of stars bursting behind my eyelids.

“My Harper,” Silas grunts, rutting into me so his knot pulls and tugs, slipping partially out before swelling too large to do so again. Still Silas fucks me as best he can, the short thrusts jiggling my ass, and making my tits sway.

“Fill me up, Silas. I need to feel your cum inside me.”

Silas smacks my ass, before reaching his rough hand around my body until he meets my clit.

“Come again. Take what is yours, and I’ll take what’s mine,” he commands.

I scream out my second orgasm, my pussy fluttering around his cock as his knot swells, that same ballooning sensation as last night overwhelming my body. Silas slams once, twice, before locking inside my cunt and releasing his cum. Hot jets coat my insides, filling me up exactly how I asked.

“So perfect for me, taking me so well,” Silas soothes as I scream another orgasm, unsure of how my body is keeping up with all this pleasure.

His cock pulses its release until my thighs burn and my lower back aches. He pulls me up, his knot still locked inside me, holding me by my breasts so I’m molded to his body.

“Such a good whore.”

“Yours,” I mutter.

Silas kisses my neck, and a second later his knot releases. His softening cock slips from my body, cum dripping down my thighs, and he turns me in his arms. My eyes widen when I take him in, he’s still the same scarecrow as before but now, he’s… more.

It’s hard to explain, but with how much time I’ve spent staring at him, I see the difference. He’s still not human, but he looks more solid. His arms that were softer in shape are more muscular looking, and the features on his face are more defined and humanlike.

“Silas,” I whisper, reaching up to touch his face. He lets me, and I run my thumb over his more defined cheek. “You look—”

“I told you that I’m real,” he says.

“You’ve proven that.”

“Yet you’re still wondering how this all happened.”

I swallow. “There’s things I don’t understand.”

He shifts me so I’m pressed up against the cross, but there’s no space between our bodies, only enough room for me to see his face.

“What do you want to know?” he asks simply.

I grip the fabric of his shirt, thinking more clearly now that I’m not being dicked down and knotted by a forgotten god.

“You keep calling me your mate,” I say.

He frowns. “Because that’s what you are.”

“That doesn’t exist.”

“Soulmates,” he replies. “That’s what we are, but it’s deeper for a god. You are my mate, the one destined for me.”

“But I’m human.”

He places his hand over my heart, the straw scratching my skin before grabbing mine and placing it over his.

“Does that matter, when both our hearts are beating for each other?”

Tears well in my eyes. “But how will we be together? How are you even here now? The lore I read—”

“We completed the harvest.” He gestures around at the healthy corn stalks.