Under The Oak Tree Uncensored Novels & Stories

I’m a fucking man, a hormonal one, and her innocence was drawing me in as no other younger female had. "I know. That’s why it’s embarrassing. I know I could never be on par with them. Do you think you can find some clothes nearby?" I knew there were clothes nearby. We usually leave shirts everywhere around the forest ground in case of emergencies, but... I think there was nothing around here tonight. "No. Not around here. Come out. I promise I won’t stare." "Are you naked too?" "Yes. Very naked. Do you want me to put some leaves around my dick? I just don’t know if I can find a leaf big enough to cover it though." I was hoping joking would loosen her a bit.

The sun beat down hard, urging them toward the wide patch of shade cast by a sprawling oak tree at the edge of the grounds. “Jesus, Lila. How can you be fine staying with someone like that? He looks so terrifying, and I still haven’t gotten his cold face out of my mind. Jeez,” Tessa said, shaking her head as they both sat on the backless bench under the tree. Lila chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I?” she said, lifting her cup of iced coffee and taking a sip.

I knew he was supposed to be here. Thinking he was yet to come, I sat under the oak tree and waited for him. I kind of see why he liked this place, the cool breeze brushing against my skin was so calming, and the leaves on the oak tree rustled with the wind. I closed my eyes, breathing deeply, enjoying the calm environment. I think I was too engrossed in how good I was feeling that I did not know when I fell asleep. I don’t know how long I had slept, but when I woke up, I was moving in the air, my eyes immediately flew open, scared I was being kidnapped.

~Ryder~ I stare at the screen, my mind racing, trying to comprehend exactly what I am seeing. Holy son of a bitch! Adam fucking Vance, Lila’s stepfather, is standing and ogling the two bound women as Allison has her mouth raped by a resort employee. The other is sobbing, chained against the wall, her ass a throbbing red. The bastard barks something at her, and I damn the fact that I can’t hear any audio with the images. But Adam speaks a universal language when he picks up the crop at the woman’s feet and ruthlessly swats her ass again. The poor girl’s shoulders shake harder as she does her best to curl into herself and escape.

What kind of charm did this tree have? Xylo locked the front door and covered the tree with a large black bag. He said to the tree, “Locust, those people don’t deserve to see you.” People kept knocking on the door. When no one answered, the crowd outside started insulting Xylo. “You’re embarrassed, right? Then, why did you harass a tree? I bet the bark of the tree is smooth now.” “Mr. Green, isn’t what you’re doing to the tree illegal? Can you explain the law to us?”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN The oak tree was huge and from where Lucas stood, its shape reminded him of a piece of broccoli. The great trunk was thick and gnarled, the leaves spreading like a vast canopy of deep jade. This magnificent symbol of nature sat alone in a green field, an azure, cloudless sky as a backdrop. Lucas ambled up the hill. There was no such thing as urgency in a place such as this. His heart maintained the sense of peace he had carried since . . .

He offered his wide hand, “Let me help you.” “I can help myself.” I stood, and shook off the dirt off my skirt. He just shrugged, “Okay.” He continued and went under the oak. It was only a bit higher than Gabriel, but taller for me that I was able to raise my head high and see its perfect oddity. Its shrunken trunk and all that was connected to it had perfect shade of homey brown and its foliage was thick, but there were spaces that allowed rays of sunshine to pass through it.

The unicorn had buried its horn into a tree and was backing its ass onto the cock of the howling wolf behind it. "Werewolf porn, this shit is funny." Lowering the book, he saw that Tink's eyes had gone from innocent to predatory. Her tail twitched back and forth, and one of her hands had slid beneath her skirt, her fingers doing lazy circles beneath the thin fabric of her dress. He dropped the book, the pages flipping open to an image of a peasant with her arms tied behind her back getting spit-roasted by a pair of werewolves.

Derek sobbed but obeyed instantly, forcing a third finger inside his greedy hole, pumping them in and out with wet, squelching sounds. His body trembled, leaves and mud clinging to his slick skin as he cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. "Good boy," Oliver praised darkly. "Now crawl over there and hug that fucking big tree like the good little slut you are. Present that dripping hole for me.” He crawled once again to the big tree and wrapped his arms around a thick tree trunk, pressing his chest against the rough bark, his ass pushed out invitingly. Leaves and dirt clung to his knees and thighs.

“You hear them calling? They’re half a mile away and they’ll hear you screaming my name if you don’t shut up.” I whimper into his palm, nodding, tears of pleasure already leaking. Every thrust slams me against the tree. Leaves rustle overhead. Somewhere a squirrel chatters like it’s scolding us. “Fuck, your pussy’s perfect,” he groans. “Taking your uncle’s cock in the middle of the woods like a dirty little secret.”