Page 26 of Snatched By the Scarecrow

I shake my head. “We’ll figure something out.”

He drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling. “Together,” he murmurs.

“Together,” I reply.

Without pause he slips his cock inside my pussy. He fucks me slow and deep, with the sun shining down upon us, and the corn around us. When we’ve both finished, and I’m full of him, he kisses me like I’m the only thing that will ever matter.

The future may be uncertain, but I know in my heart I was meant for him, just as he’s meant for me. I came to Silas Valley for a brand-new start, and that’s exactly what I got.

Epilogue

Silas

HALLOWEEN - ONE YEAR LATER

I used to slumber most of the year, not fully aware of my surroundings until All Hallows' Eve came around. In those days, I would dream of my mate, wondering what they’d look like, but nothing could compare to Harper. My eager one. My willing sacrifice.

“My pretty whore,” I say as I trail a finger over the new piercing I gave her last September. One right through the pretty hood of her clit. I lapped up her tears after I licked the bit of blood the needle made, before fucking and knotting her through her pain, and turning it into pleasure.

“Silas,” she moans, writhing against her bindings. I’ve tied her to the bottom of my past dwelling, just like I did last year. She’s completely nude, her tits straining against the rope, silver bars through her nipples gleaming in the light of a full moon.

Tonight we shall spill her blood before planting our combined essence in the ground, starting the cycle anew, bringing a bountiful harvest to this valley and beyond.

“What do you need, my eager one?” I hum, as I strum her clit.

Her dark brown eyes meet mine, pupils blown with pleasure. “Your baby in my womb.”

My cock throbs, pre-cum leaking from the head. I grip it tight in my other hand, giving it a solid stroke. For the last year I’ve filled her full of my seed, and it never took. I spent nights consoling my mate, until it struck me that we had to wait until tonight. The night when my power is the strongest.

I have no doubt that now that she’s fully accepted me as her mate and our lives are twined together until we take our last breath, she will not leave this field without my seed taking root.

I drag my cockhead up and down her weeping slit, then over her clit, indulging in the cool feeling of the piercing while she moans and begs me to take her. I revel in the way she says my name, in how her eyes roll in the back of her head every time I tease her entrance, how her chest heaves with need for me.

“My beautiful mate,” I lick her cheek. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“So much,” she strains against her bindings. “Please, baby. Fill me up. Make me yours. Breed me, love me.”

I grip her chin so that she looks at me. “I love you, Harper. More than anyone has ever loved anything, or anyone.”

Her eyes blur with tears. Tears I cherish and adore, just like the rest of her. “I love you too, Silas.”

I sink my broad head into her willing pussy before lifting her legs, holding her up so I can plow into her in one swift stroke. My already filling knot swells, but I don’t give her that part of me yet.

“Fuck!” She cries.

“That’s right, eager one. Scream for me.”

I pump into her again and again, the cross shuddering with every punch of my hips. Her cunt grips me greedily and it only makes me want more. I suck on her neck, biting down on the flesh to draw a small amount of blood.

She screams just how I like, digging her heels into my backside, wanting all of me. Unable to deny her, I rear back, my knot pushing past her hole and swelling larger by the second.

“Silas!” Harper cries. “Please.”

I don’t need to hear what she’s asking, because I know my mate. I cut her down with a pocketknife I’ve kept on my body for this reason, bringing us to the ground so I’m on my back. Harper rides me, the moonlight streaming down over her body and highlighting her beautiful curves and wanton form.

“You feel even bigger this way,” she groans, pressing her hands to my chest, grinding on me so her clit rubs against the straw and material that makes up my pelvis.

Over the last year she’s learned how to take me in every position possible, and I know this is one of her favorites for this exact reason.