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“More than I should probably admit,” I whispered as his hand slipped free of my bodice.

“Oh no, sweet one, always admit it to me. I want to hear your filthiest desires. All of them. No matter how depraved. Want to be fucked by a bull? I know a few. Want to be hunted down by a pack of hunters and shared among them? I can lead the charge—anything you want. Any depravity. I want to give it to you. I want to share it with you.” The sprig of a branch darted across my chest again. “Tell me, dear one, how depraved are you?”

“Very.”

He let the branch settle before me, outlined by the line of my dress, and I felt him push magic into it. It grew, thickened, and extended until it was the perfect shape of a cock. It was as thick as three fingers wide at its base and just as long as a single finger. It felt heavy and warm against my thigh, throbbing through the layers of silk and velvet.

“Is that so? Would you let nature fuck you?” he purred as a challenge into my ear.

“Nature?”

“Oh, yes. These woods are alive, you know, all around you. They are listening to you. I feel their desire throbbing in the air around us. Should I let them fuck you?” He dragged the wooden cock up and down the plush velvet of my gown. “The woods are begging me to let you ride them and feed them with your pleasure. What say you, Banfhlaith? Will you ride this wooden cock and come all over it while a thousand trees watch you come for them?”

I shivered at the idea of every tree around me watching me. Shivered at the idea that the cock he had summoned was alive and connected to each of them. The idea that all around me, a living, breathing forest was begging my companion to use me like the little slut I was. “It’s so thick,” I whispered.

“It’s a good thing you’re so fucking wet then, isn’t it?” His tongue flicked out and tasted the tip of my ear. “I will have your answer, slut.”

I bit my lip, desire washing through me in hot sticky waves. “I should hate being called a slut.”

“But you love it. And I love that you love it.” He dragged the cock up my thigh again, the rough bark catching on the velvet and hitching the skirt up. “So, what will it be? Do you want to be used, fucked, and taken by a bunch of trees? Are you such a needy little slut that you’ll let your pussy be violated by anything that wants you?”

My pussy clenched against the delicious empty ache, and I leaned back against him, taking in the strength of his tall body, and nodded. “Yes. Please. Fuck. Br-Iron Thorn. Let me fuck the forest?”

The grin spread across his face. It was such a ridiculous thing. Such a ridiculous moment. There we were, forty feet or more ahead of a squad of soldiers, rocking side to side on a massive war horse, plodding through an old-growth forest. And I didn’t even care. All I could think of as we passed every tree was greedy hands, dripping pussies, hard cocks, plunging roots filling me to the brim. Branches wrapped around my body and spread me wider for whatever it was Brittle Spear would let fuck me.

And I wanted it all. I relished the freedom he was affording me. I relished the freedom to be and want whatever I wanted, and the safety of knowing there was nothing I could ask of this Fae that I would be denied or judged for.

He groaned deep, and the length of his cock, restricted by his riding pants, leaped and throbbed at my answer. “As you wish, Banfhlaith. Hike that skirt up. Let the woods see the beauty of your bare pussy.”

I obeyed, fingers bunching and pulling feverishly at the suddenly too-long and too-heavy skirts. Every inch of skin revealed chilled and shivered, and anticipation ran through me like the fluttering wings of a thousand frightened birds. My heart slammed against my chest, and I felt lightheaded with the exposure. Any of the soldiers could ride up at any moment. Any of the humans I had freed could ride up at any moment. Anyone from the other side of the path we were on could come upon us and see my pussy fully exposed, dripping, and flushed with desire. The heady intoxication of it all was a drug I was slamming into my veins and begging for more.

“Fuck, I can feel their eyes on me. I wish I could touch them too,” I whispered as I dragged my own hands up my thighs, careful to avoid touching my needy pussy.

“That must drive you wild. Knowing they are watching you, knowing they can see and hear everything you’re giving them, but you can’t touch or see them.” He leaned forward and tucked the reins under the low lip of the leather saddle. The horse didn’t seem to notice. “Spread those legs wide, my good little slut. Show the trees how much you want them. Show them how fucking greedy that cunt is.”

I did as he bid, using his thighs to push myself up to adjust my leg position. As I did so, his fingers took advantage of the new access and dragged through the soaking wet depths of my center, eliciting a hiss like I had been burned. My arms quaked, just a single touch, and I was already near the edge of madness.

“Gods be good. You’ve made me an ocean,” he purred in praise, replacing the teasing fingers with the hard wooden head of the cock. It zeroed in on the pulse of my heart and teased at my clit while stars exploded and died behind my eyelids. “Mmm, just like that, Banfhlaith. You like the scratch of that bark? You like the way it teases your pussy?”

“Fuck yes. I’ve . . . I’ve never felt anything like it.” My fingers wrapped around his, drawing it up to my breast, where, without pause, it slipped into my bodice and began teasing at my overly sensitive nipples. “I am so fucking wet I could probably drown this entire forest.”

“Probably. I expect by the time they make you come for them, you’ll flood my saddle.” His body stiffened as my hand snaked between us and began stroking the thick length of him in time to the way he was stroking me. “Lift, Banfhlaith. I want to see you ride this wooden cock.”

My hips rose a single inch and I already felt it parting my depths. Each nodule of bark scratched against me. I had expected it to be unpleasant, but as he slowly eased it into me, the bark smoothed and became just ribs that stimulated and rubbed at my tender walls. It was massive, splitting me wider with every inch he eased into me. He was patient, though, and let my muscles adjust until finally the cock he had made of magic and a twig was seated fully inside of me.

“Fuck, you took that like you were made for it.”

“It feels amazing. I can feel every bit of it,” I moaned, gripping him and rubbing harder as he positioned my hips so that every sway of the horse knocked the wide base of the wooden dildo and thrust it up into me.

When his hand reached down to cover my thighs again, I smacked it away. “Let them watch. I want every tree to see how I come undone for them.”

“Soldiers might come round to report, or my scouts might return, Banfhlaith. Our games of including them is one thing, but I wouldn’t want fantasy to cross into reality.” His tone was soft, sincere, and tender.

“Let them see. I like the thrill of it.”

He groaned and let his fingers find my clit, holding them perfectly still so that every thrust upwards of the wooden cock drew my clit into his waiting fingers and shot lightning through my consciousness. “Fuck, how did I live without the sound of your moans?”

“Poorly and without a partner to indulge you?” I grinned stupidly up at him as another thrust stole my breath from me.