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Out of the Woods - Fae King x Reader

summary: when confronted with a possibility you despise, you run to the woods for comfort and straight into the arms of someone you never expected.

Hi. Its been a while. here, have some SMUT but specifically MONSTER SMUT because i don’t have anything else to post and i wanna post something that i think is good. let me know what you think

ps: this is related to another smut piece i wrote titled The Woods are Dark so if you wanna hunt around for that also, you can. I’ll try to link it here eventually. It was an earlier piece so im not sure if the smut compares but, you’ve been warned.

trigger warnings: SMUT, double penetration, vaginal/anal/unprotected sex, monstrous partner

You always watched when your sister left for the woods. You knew she wouldn’t be alone – you had threatened Raoul with an axe in the head if he made her walk through the woods by herself – but it still frightened you. There was something off about those woods. Something odd. Sinister, maybe. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You crossed your arms, standing at the end of the path between the corn, until your sister’s deep brown hair blended in with the shadows of the forest. Your father called your name behind you and you turned. He limped down the stairs, using an old, thick stick to help him walk. His pale skin was stark against the gnarled brown wood and you frowned.

“Mother said you hurt yourself fixing the plow,” you stated. Your father grimaced as he touched the ground and groaned while he sat on the stairs. You paced over to him. “Perhaps you should stay inside.”

“The last time I checked, you were my daughter. Not my mother,” he jested. He grinned and patted the space next to him. “Come. Sit down. Let us talk.” He brushed his hand over your hair as you sat. You stretched your legs out and stared at your boots. The leather was cracking where your toes were. “You know now that you are of age,” he started slowly.

You groaned and shot to your feet. Your boots rolled just a bit and you stumbled. “I am not marrying,” you protested. He started to argue. “No, these people – they’re barbaric! They treat you and mother both with such disdain – and you expect me to marry one of them?!” Your words stumbled over each other as your anger grew and boiled over. Your father gripped his stick with both hands and watched as you ranted. “I refuse to!” your voice cracked as it shot up an octave. He opened his mouth again. You crossed your arms. “No.”

That was it.

He shut his mouth and sighed. “You cannot be a spinster,” he said softly. He tilted his head to the side and down, then looked at you through the mess of dark red hair that hung from his scalp. “You know someone must stay in this house.”

“No one must stay in this house,” you spat, “If the village wants to keep someone between them and the forest, they can fill the house themselves.” The anger in your voice struck your father. He looked down. You released a scoffing sigh. “I just….” Kneeling in the dirt, you placed your hands on the shoes of your father and stared up at him. This close, you could see the color of his brown eyes growing cloudy with age. “They are just woods,” you whispered. You shook your head. “This is a punishment neither you nor mother should have had to endure.”

He was silent as he watched you. Leaning in, he pressed the softest of kisses to your forehead and sighed. “You must hunt before it gets too dark,” he murmured. He said nothing of the house or of the woods. Just a soft, “Stay in sight,” as he stood and limped back into the house.

You stayed kneeling on the ground. The door creaked as it was shut behind him.

You wanted to scream.

Rising to your feet, you stalked between the garden of herbs and flowers, and the tall stalks of corn, and made your way to the ramshackle barn nearby. It was larger than the house by at least half and the wood of the barn had lightened considerably with age and sunlight. You struggled against the sliding door – the metal inside must finally be rusted – until you pushed it completely open. The dark smelled like dirt and tasted like metal. You walked only a few steps inside to your hunting weapons – your musket and your axe – and donned them both. You thought of your father’s words again, all of them.

You had to marry? Had to? Would he force you?!

You walked from the barn and headed into the woods, far from where you had watched your sister enter them, and far out of sight of the house. You would hate to mistake Raoul for prey, especially while in such a foul mood. You followed another path, this one with bent grass and small prints that indicated rabbit, until the house disappeared behind you and the sun filtered green through the trees. You kept your eyes on the trail as they filled with angry tears.

“If people fear these woods so much, they can guard the town themselves,” you spat at no one. You gripped the strap that held your musket to your back until your knuckles paled. “It’s not a job for outcasts,” you growled. You thought of your sister and mother, how their dark brown skin was a stark contrast to your father’s. How you all were always the subjects of narrowed eyes and cruel whispers.

You whirled on your heel and stumbled, screaming into the trees, “We’re not outcasts! There’s nothing wrong with us!” Your voice fell flat.

“No one here has said such,” came a voice behind you.

You spun around, gasping, struggling as your boot twisted in the dirt. You tumbled, fingers digging into the ground as you scrambled backwards. Your back hit something solid.

“Careful,” said the voice again, right above you, “You’ll hurt yourself.” The voice was deep – deeper than Raoul’s, deeper than any voice you had heard before. It sent a shiver down your spine. Hands slid over your shoulders and down your arms, helping you off the ground. Another two hands brushed over your hips, steadying you. You held your breath. “Are you alright?” the voice asked, “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No,” you breathed, “You startled me.”

The musket was carefully pulled over your head, until the long strap dangled far above you. You carefully looked up, then watched as it was placed gingerly on the ground. Your ax followed it. Long fingers brushed your hair back from your face as whoever stood behind you leaned down. “Apologies. I never meant to scare you.” Warmth breath smelling of cloves and tobacco rolled over your cheek. You closed your eyes, relaxing as the fingers slowly pressed into your skin. They pulled the collar of your loose blouse down over your shoulders. “You’re much more beautiful up close,” the voice whispered.

“You’ve seen me?” you asked.

The hands – all four of them – turned you around to finally face whoever they belonged to. He towered over you far more than any normal man would. At least, you thought him to be a man – his lack of trousers revealed two erect cocks between his legs, each a different size and girth. You dragged your eyes away from them to his face. Long golden hair was twisted out of his face, with braids tucked carefully behind four long and pointed ears. His eyes were large and round and glowed in the evening sun, set into a face as brown as the trees surrounding you. A blouse of silver hung off his shoulders, half open as though he’d been interrupted in removing it.

“Hard not to when you watch the woods so intently,” he answered. He asked after your name, not to claim it, but to make sure he knew it correctly, then gave you his, “Zephyr.” He smirked, showing sharp fangs that he licked with a thick, pointed tongue. “King Zephyr,” he corrected himself.

His hands moved as he spoke, stroking your hair, loosening your blouse until it fell down your arms and exposed your breasts to the cooling air, kneading your hips through your skirts, and tugging them up your legs.

“King of what?” you whispered.

A finger brushed over your mouth while a hand squeezed a breast tight in his palm. Your tongue traced what pushed against your lips as you granted him access he hadn’t thought to ask for.

Zephyr groaned. The sound shot straight between your thighs. “Anything you ask for,” he answered. His hands gripped your hips and picked you up like you were nothing. “Everything you ask for.”

You held two arms as you swirled your tongue around the appendage in your mouth, digging your fingers into his skin as he carried you deeper into the woods. The hand left your breast and delved beneath your skirts to rid you of your bloomers. You gasped, then whined as the digit left your mouth, trailing saliva down your chin and around your neck. Your heart raced against his palm. Zephyr growled as he broke through the trees to a clearing. Your own hands left his arms and slid over his shoulders to take hold of the thick braids that tumbled down his back unseen. You tugged him to you once, only once, and he bowed his head to devour the whimpers leaving your mouth unheard as deft fingers toyed with your clit.

He knelt in the grass, pulling you over his wide lap until you felt his cocks slide against the slick that dribbled from your aching cunt. He grunted, adjusting your hips, then groaned as a hard cock slid between the cheeks of your ass. You gasped, and he didn’t miss a beat; his pointed tongue rolled into your mouth, which he coaxed open wider with his own to fit the girth of it between your lips. You whined.

Zephyr pulled back with a breathless gasp. His hips rutted against yours and his fingers rolled your clit between them while his hands quickly rid you of your clothes. Your trembling ones pushed off his light blouse.

“You’re so much more beautiful like this,” he murmured as he moved down, trailing his tongue over your skin. You swallowed, licking your lips, tasting the viscous liquid his mouth left behind and shivering. “So beautiful and wild and open,” he said around your nipple.

You mewled as his fingers delved into your soaked cunt, swearing as he spread it open for the thicker of his cocks. Your hands fluttered over his chest as you choked out a stuttering, “Wait!”

“Hm?” A hand squeezed your unattended breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers, while the one around your neck loosened its grip, and a third caressed your back and down the curve of your ass.

“Wait,” you gasped. You rolled your hips and felt both cocks slide over both your empty holes. “Can I take both of them?” you nervously asked, “Both of them, two different spots?”

Zephyr’s eyes lifted to yours. They glittered with mischief as his hands left your body. “Oh?” he asked, then chuckled, “I knew you were special. I could see it.” He lowered you to the ground, where the grass parted to fit you. He shifted down your body and licked his slick lips. “Both, then? One will need assistance, of course,” he murmured.

You nodded. “Please,” you begged.

Two hands pressed your thighs open, moving them until your hips tilted up. Another hand returned to your breasts, alternating between them as it squeezed and pinched your nipple while the last of them encircled your neck and squeezed. His tongue first lapped at your dripping pussy, and he groaned at the taste of you, then moved down to your untouched ass hole. His tongue circled the puckered hole, smearing not only the juices he’d collected from your cunt but the slick saliva that dripped from his drooling mouth.

You arched your back with a loud whine. You shivered and slid your hands down your body, squeezing the breast that Zephyr ignored while pressing your fingers against your throbbing clit. You slid them into his hair and bucked your hips into his face.

The king snarled against your skin. His tongue prodded your puckered hole carefully, and muttered as rumbling, “Relax.” His hands pulled your legs over his shoulders and left them, taking your hands and pulling them from your body. “Relax,” he repeated. He pulled his tongue back and slurped at your cunt, swallowing, then blazed a trail of teasing kisses up your body. He sat back enough for your heels to catch on his shoulders. He moved both of your hands into one palm and lifted his free fingers to his mouth.

You watched him, gulping, eyes wide, lips parting as he thrusted his fingers into his mouth and groaned. He pulled them free, a string of thick liquid sticking to his lip, and dropped them to your ass. He traced your puckered hole with one, and carefully pushed the other in, to the first knuckle, then the second, and the third. It was warm and thick and spread your hole wider than you’d ever felt before. He thrusted the finger slowly, and you whimpered a pathetic, “Zephyr!”

He squeezed your throat tighter, eyes darting from your face to the nipple he tugged unkindly at, to the fluttering of your cunt as it squeezed around nothing, and finally to his finger sliding in and out of your ass.

You squirmed, gasping, feeling light as the air was cut off from your lungs. You’d never felt anything like what he gave you, and you hoped that there would never be a night without it ever again.

His grip on your throat loosened enough to release the loud whine that had built up in your mouth. He carefully pulled his hand back from your hole and lined up the thinner of his cocks to it, pushing in slowly, carefully, cooing at you to relax whenever he met resistance. He groaned as you fluttered around every inch of him, squeezing him as he bottomed out even deeper than his long finger had reached.

Your eyes pricked with tears. You tugged at the hand that held your wrists together and squirmed beneath him, babbling, begging him to keep going, to fill you up.

“Anything you wish,” he groaned as he lined up his second, thick cock with your cunt. He tugged you up onto his lap and sheathed you over him in one quick move, your legs dropping from his shoulders to his elbows. He held your hands above your head. Your bent legs sank as he wrapped two arms around your waist, bouncing you slowly on both cocks, while his fourth hand rolled over your clit. He lowered his head to your neck and sucked on the exposed skin. “Anything you fuckin’ wish for, my love,” he rasped.

“Lemme stay here with you!” you wailed, “Lemme stay! I wanna stay with you!”

“Then stay you will,” he growled against your skin. He bounced you faster, mindful of his pace and the feel of each of your holes around his cocks, making sure that you were still able to take him as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand released your wrists to wrap around your back, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of your hips.

You looped your arms around his neck to stay upright, mewling and moaning into two of his four ears and chanting his name until your throat was sore. Your head swam, and your body ached as your walls clamped around his cocks again and again, chasing orgasm after orgasm until you thought your body would split apart.

Zephyr lowered you back into the grass, using two hands to press your legs up against your chest as his thrusts grew harder and deeper, his cocks swelling in size as he finally neared the apex of his high. His fingers rubbed fast circles against your clit until you were seeing stars.

The last of your orgasms snapped a coil tight in your belly. You threw your head back and shrieked into the night, tears welling in your eyes as everything spasmed and shook. Zephyr, in turn, buried his face between your breasts as he snarled loud. Hot, thick cum filled you, spurting in such large ropes that it seeped out around his cocks and down your thighs to the grass below. You wrapped shaky arms and trembling legs around his large form as he relaxed against you, his growl tampering off into a low, rumbling groan. All of his fingers smoothed over your sweat slick skin.

Somewhere beneath your heaving pants, you finally heard the cacophony of moans and grunts around you. You dropped your head against the ground and looked around, catching sight of other couples or groups, each deep in the throes of ecstasy as they fucked or sucked or licked anything they could get their groping hands on.

Your heart stuttered. Zephyr hummed, his hot mouth kissing the skin of your chest. “I apologize, my love,” he murmured, “This was the best place to go where no human eyes would feast on your body.” He brushed the hair from your face as you watched him, took in his features until they were imprinted in your mind. “Such a wild thing,” he whispered, “They don’t deserve you out there.”

“Where are we?” you finally asked. You dropped a shaking hand to his cheek and cupped his face, smoothing your thumb under his mouth.

“The woods,” he answered with a slow smile. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss against your palm. “Though this is the Revelry, and the Revelry only takes place in my court.”

“Are the woods your court?” you whispered.

“Not all of them,” he replied, “Only the part where the door to my court is.” He leaned into your touch more. “We went through it. And we can go back through it.”

You cupped your hand around his other cheek and pulled his face to yours, pressing a gentle kiss against his wide mouth. He rolled his hips into yours as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You whined. “I meant it,” you breathed before he could steal your words, “I want to stay with you.”

“And you shall,” he replied. He snapped his hips against yours, his cocks hard once again. The squelch of your mixed fluids sent a wave of heat through your body and into your face. He smirked. “First there,” he groaned with another thrust into your fluttering holes, “And then here. You have my word, and my word is law.” His thumb tugged on your chin. “Now, open your mouth.”

You had never obeyed a command faster.

Your father was anxiously waiting in the early morning hours when you finally left the woods, your musket and ax over one shoulder while you carried a bundle of rabbits over the other. You explained that you hadn’t meant to take so long, that you had to camp when you realized that you were too far to make it through the woods at night.

Your sister, however, failed to believe you when you tried to share that story with her. She eyed you, crossing her arms, watching as you carefully sat outside while your father worked to skin the rabbits in the kitchen.

“Where were you, really?” she asked.

You merely smiled and shrugged. “In the woods,” you answered.

She turned when someone knocked upon the door of your family’s cottage, then whipped back to you when the sounds of your mother talking with another man drifted through the house. You stared at the back door, frowning, and stood with her, heading inside. A man stood just inside the open front door, towering above your mother and father. His crisp, golden hair was tied back with a black ribbon, and he dressed far too well to be standing in your family’s small cottage.

“I apologize for barging upon you and yours so early,” he said. You leaned against the wall of the storage room, watching him through the opening leading to the rest of the house. His voice was so familiar, the deep tones vibrating in your rib cage. “But the priest directed me here when he heard I was looking for a spouse.” He cleared his throat and bowed at the waist. His dark brown eyes cut across the house to you, as though he’d known you would be standing there. His lips quirked up in the slightest of smiles. “My name is Zephyr. And I’ve been told much about your eldest, so much that I would be honored to extend the offer of marriage.”

Your heart skipped and your breath caught as a smile slowly spread across your face.

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