CHAPTER#57

Bigfoot nodded. "Yes, you would. I sense in you a connection to the sky and the earth, a desire to protect much like my own. This training will take quite some time, but perhaps in a year you will be able to do it."

"A year?"

"Yes. A year with me. It is a difficult skill, and while your magic may say otherwise, you are still a human."

"I see." She frowned. "I don't really have a year that I can dedicate to this."

"I see." He smiled. "I'm afraid this isn't taught easily. Your magic must learn how to resonate with the woods, to feel the vibrations of the earth beneath your feet. Each leaf is telling its own story, and you must learn to hear it."

"It's an extension of your magic, isn't it?" She moved closer to him. "It isn't like a spell you cast. It's a lot like breathing, something you simply do."

"Yes. I have thought long and hard about how to teach you such a skill, and the best way to learn would be to have you walk a mile in my footsteps, as it were."

"I see." Emily felt that golden glow inside her belly, stroking it gently with her mind. It came awake now, yawning like a sleepy cat. The embers of the fire now flickered purple and pink, swirling around the clearing in lazy circles.

"What is this?" Bigfoot's dark eyes tracked the movement of the embers.

"If I told you I had a faster method, would you still teach me?" Pheromones were now pouring off of her, manifesting as glittering lights. Bigfoot inhaled them, his dark eyes widening. He took several breaths, the forest going silent as if waiting for his answer.

"So this is your magic?" He let out a sigh. "I am feeling many things that I have not felt in a long time."

"We could explore those feelings." She could see her reflection glowing in his eyes. "Let my magic touch yours and learn its secrets."

"I fear that I would break you." Bigfoot clenched his fingers.

"Maybe you're the one who should be afraid." She leaned forward, her fingers on the warm stones. He remained motionless, and when their lips touched, she felt the sudden rush of heat leaving her body and traveling into his. Bigfoot's thick fingers grazed the side of her face, his touch surprisingly gentle.

"This is nymph magic," he told her, his fingers closing around hers.

"It's my magic. I've had a lot of practice." She moved closer, her lips finding his.

Bigfoot purred in response, his magic rising up to meet her own. As before, her senses were assailed by the sensations of the forest around her. His lips tasted of licorice and her nose was suddenly full of his musk, a heady blend of fennel and wild onions. She inhaled him, feeling his magic surround her like a blanket, then it moved away.

The sun disappeared over the distant hill, allowing the stars to ignite across the night sky. They gazed into each other's eyes for minutes that suddenly felt like hours. A breeze caused the fire to dance over the logs, pirouetting and casting bold shadows among the rocks.

She kissed him again. Daisy flew up into a nearby tree, leaning over to watch.

Bigfoot grabbed her breast, squeezing it cautiously. She pressed herself into him, letting out a tiny moan. "I won't break," she told him. "I promise."

He growled through his smile, revealing sharp canines. He squeezed harder now, his large fingers swallowing up her boob. She kissed him again, running her hand down his fur. It was surprisingly soft, though his skin was tough like leather. Towards his groin, she felt a large lump fighting its way free of the hair. Using her fingers to part his hair, she was surprised to see the dark-skinned behemoth he had been hiding beneath all his fur. It was almost a foot long and nearly as thick as her wrist.

"Sweet Jesus," she said, rubbing her fingers across the head of his glans. It was the size of a small fist.

"I'm a grow-er, not a show-er." He leaned back to allow her to explore. His cock had been hidden inside of a furry sleeve that now acted as a cockring. His balls were enormous as well, the thick hair of his scrotum camouflaging the whole package. She used both hands, stroking him with a firm grip. The feat required her to move her entire body to jack him off, and there was still plenty of room for another. She wondered how Naia would react if she brought such a creature home to share.

The head of his cock wasn't going to fit in her mouth, but that didn't stop her from licking the top, sucking gently around the dark glans. Bigfoot groaned, his voice carrying out into the forest. She heard a swarm of bats circle briefly overhead, most likely curious.

His shaft was already leaking precum. She sucked it into her mouth, mixing it with her spit but not swallowing. She infused the liquid with just a bit of her magic, allowing it to coat his shaft adequately.

Preoccupied with his monstrous dick, she hadn't been paying attention to what he was up to. She gasped when she felt a thick digit press against the outside of her pants. His finger was thick and strong, and she was able to rub up against it without budging him an inch.

"I can't wait," she told him, then stood up to push him back. Bigfoot reclined on the ground, reaching over to grab onto a log to use as a pillow. Emily stripped off her pants, choosing to keep her shirt on. Even with the fire, it was still very chilly out. Bigfoot's eyes grew wide, his gaze locked on her vagina. Bared to the elements, the effects of her magic increased exponentially. His cock was completely rigid and, somehow, even larger.