CHAPTER#58

He helped her position herself above his shaft. The head of his cock was entirely too large, but her labia bloomed much like a flower, ready to accommodate him. She swiveled her hips, teasing him just a bit. Their fluids were mixing more thoroughly now, but, more importantly, she was in direct contact with his magic.

A nymph's magic allowed her to connect with an individual on so many levels. It was like opening a door into their soul and seeing what made them tick. His magic was meant to connect him to the natural world, linking him inextricably to every living thing around him. Grunting, she sank down onto his rigid cock, the forest coming alive around her. The large bulge of his glans sank into her, and she was assailed by the sounds and scents of the woods. The leaves had a smell that reminded her of hay rides and sunshine, the earth now a mixture of everything in her spice rack.

"Hoooooly shit!" His cock simply kept going, her stomach muscles contracting when he pushed up against her cervix. She moved her hips from side to side, buying time to stretch even farther. One hand moved over her stomach and she pressed in on her belly, feeling his cock move beneath her hand. Bigfoot growled and grabbed her by the hips. His hands were so massive that his fingertips touched behind her.

She rode him as best as she could, but her leg muscles immediately tired. The size difference between the two of them was making it difficult for her to establish a decent tempo, and his massive cock kept distracting her. The clearing was aglow with pink and purple light motes that drifted into the woods. Connected as she was to the Sasquatch, she could tell that the animals of the forest had been forced into heat and were now desperately pursuing one another.

"Gods..." she muttered, her mind expanding even faster than her womb. She could feel so many living things right now, creatures with thoughts and emotions all their own. The door had been opened to the true spirit of the forest and her mind struggled to contain it all.

Bigfoot lifted her off of himself and rolled her face down onto the dirt. She stuck her ass in the air for him and he gave her a playful smack on her spine with his cock. The sensation sent a shockwave through her hips and made the light motes scatter outward.

"You seem distracted," he told her, pushing himself into her once more.

Emily screamed, her orgasm swirling up into her chest and across her back. Shuddering, her arms flailed randomly. The motes whirred overhead, passing through the nearby rocks and exploding into tiny supernova above them. She had never felt so full of another living being, nor so connected. Through his cock, she could feel his own orgasm building, one that had patiently waited for several years to be released.

It was no longer just the forest she could feel, but Bigfoot himself. With every thrust, she could feel the loneliness of centuries deep in her being. She could remember watching the first men and women come from the north, a gift from his brother the Yeti. Domestication of animals, colonization, the railroad, all of these things had new meaning to her now. With horror, she watched the Civil War from the shadows, and with sadness, the massacre of so many trees for the sake of expansion. Yet all was not grief, for this same creature could find immense joy in watching a butterfly suckle from a flower, or a squirrel carry its babies to its den.

With every thrust, he pressed against her cervix, the pressure on her womb immense. Her vaginal walls stretched themselves out, her innate talents allowing her to accommodate his girth. Still, she had often wondered about the limitations of such magic and had come to understand that she was currently at them. The body on top of her was becoming hot, and Bigfoot slammed his free hand into the ground, his large fingers sinking easily into the earth. He shifted himself upward, grabbing on to the nearby log with both hands. Her whole body shifted with every thrust, squeezing a low moan out of her, a continuation of her last orgasm. She turned her head to avoid inhaling the dirt, licking the dust from her lips.

It started as a low growl, the earth rumbling beneath her. It soon evolved into a howl that caused the forest to tremble, nearby trees scattering their leaves. Emily curled her fingers into the soil beneath, her belly filling with his seed and her senses suddenly expanding. The earth was alive, its pulse pounding through her whole body. Bigfoot's fingers sank into the log next to her, the wood creaking in protest as he poured even more of his semen inside of her. Emily hissed at the sudden influx of heat and magic inside of her body, her soul rising to meet his.

The sasquatch gasped for air and rolled off of her, his large body thumping against the ground. Emily spent the next few minutes catching her breath, her entire body as warm as the fire had been. She could feel her own heartbeat through her pummeled pussy, a throbbing ache that slowly dimmed along with the fire's light.

Bigfoot grunted, then snapped off a piece of the log to toss into the flames. Emily rolled over, her eyes on the glow of the forest above. Though it was night, she could now see more colors than she had during the day. The milky way was smeared across the night sky, the whole universe on display for her pleasure.

"You can see it now, can't you?" Bigfoot smiled at her. "The forest is a part of you now."

"Amazing." The leaves should have been obscured by darkness, but each creature in it was like a tiny pinprick of light. Every tree glowed with a lifeforce of its own, a force that was connected by magical roots across the countryside. Just by looking at the portal he had brought her through, she could sense a direct path to her cabin. "This is how you see the forest all the time?"