Under The Oak Tree Raw Novels & Stories

“pathetic cumdump.” Kai filmed everything on his phone, zooming in close as his friends stretched her holes and pumped her full of cum. At one point they had her airtight — a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, and one down her throat. Jade was a drooling, shaking, orgasming wreck, completely lost in filth. When they finally finished, she was a ruined mess — covered head to toe in thick loads of cum, her holes gaping and leaking, voice completely gone.

“She’s got a nice fuckable pussy.” My face burned with shame, but my pussy lips swelled and started getting wet. I could feel their eyes on me. Jake smiled, looking satisfied. “Now go to that tree over there. Bend over and show everything.” The tree was like ten feet away, right beside the path. My legs shook as I walked over, placing my hands on the trunk, bent forward, and pushed my ass out. The sundress flipped up over my back. My round ass and wet pussy were fully exposed in the bright sunlight.

Jake As I stood in the center of the clearing, the cool, crisp scent of the surrounding pine trees enveloped me, their fragrance mixing with the earthy undertones of damp soil. The towering pines formed a natural shade, their thick trunks stretching skyward like ancient sentinels. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled shadows that danced on the forest floor.

Rowan said, pointing through the trees. Kael rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. "We stay together." Nobody argued. We followed the sound. The forest changed as we walked. The pines gave way to older trees. Their branches spread so wide that the sunlight barely reached the ground. The air smelled of wildflowers. Then... I saw it. An oak tree. Its trunk split into two before reaching the branches. The same tree from my mother's drawing. "The orchard," Elias whispered. No one moved.

“He hasn’t released me.” “He will.” The certainty in her tone leaves no room for doubt. “What if he never does?” Her head tilts slightly. “He will.” Silence hums between us. “Where?...Where can i find you?” I ask. The clearing shifts. The trees blur and rearrange. The vision expands outward like a map unfurling. I see forest stretching westward denser, darker. A narrow trail barely visible beneath overgrowth. A river cutting through stone. Then a massive oak tree. Its trunk is split clean down the center, blackened along the jagged seam as if lightning once struck it from sky to root. The top half leans precariously but still lives, branches heavy with leaves.

“Please, continue ahead.” And no more than three seconds until Edmund was able to enter into the private zone. There they were; Diego with a heart broken, Ace with his fists clinched and Cameron with tears running down. But also, there was a little boy who had found a security place behind his mother. Edmund had to act. “Mr. Ace Linar?” Ace just looked at Edmund.

I could hear fabric tearing and a thud as something dropped on the floor, as Daniel kept ranting, "Don't you know what it is? It's my mother's family crest, and I'm supposed to give it to Susan during our Marking! How dare you—" "Sorry, I'm just a little jealous… Argh!" Anna suddenly cried out in pain. "What's wrong?" Daniel's rant abruptly stopped, a tinge of worry too faint to notice cracking his voice. "M-My voice…" Anna's voice was cracking too. "Those black marks weren't there before… It really hurts." There was a moment of silence, and Daniel soon exclaimed in shrill disbelief, "It's a Souleater Vine! Why would the bracelet be… Where did you touch it?!"

The time I was wasting. Evans was still out there. I straightened and stepped over the unconscious outlaws, looking around. I noticed it then. A tree. In the center of the clearing, there was a single, enormous oak. The wood underneath was scarred with something that made my stomach turn, and its bark was split. Blood. Not merely splashed. Not merely smeared. **Sculpted.** Three sharp, deep phrases that seemed to have been sunk like inhuman claws into the wood.

Then Amber felt it too. “What is that?” “I think the tree is trying to communicate with us.” “What?” Amber looked shocked. “Let’s just go see.” Isabella continued up to the top and stood under the tall oak. She looked at the leaves and half rotten acorns around its base. “It’s a black oak.” She whispered to Amber. “How can you tell?” “You have to look at the leaves and the acorns. Those are black oak leaves and acorns.” “Okay.” Amber looked up at the tree.

Betsy asked, applying some sweet-smelling ointment on Emberlynn's skin. "I'm fine, and what's that oil?" she asked, watching as the brunette brought out variety from the chest while Betsy massaged her skin. "It's the Oakheart Elixir, and it's to ensure fertility, longevity, and many more beautiful things. But that's the most essential. It's a natural oil that's extracted from the acorns of the oak tree, particularly from the ancient oak grove deep within the sacred forest. Yes, the oak tree is a sacred forest, and we werewolves' lives are tied to it; that's why it surrounds us." she explained.