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The Oak Father blesses his children in many ways. Halsin is fortunate to have garnered more of his blessings than most.
Still, when the waxing moon reaches its fullest in the sky, and his urge to rut is at its greatest, he cannot help but curse Silvanus’ graces.
He can handle one moon, two moons, or three moons, even, without indulging himself. Halsin has had this particular…gift for centuries, and to have gained no control of it would be undoubtedly shameful.
But it has been an unprecedented eight months since he last knotted another, and should he withhold for another, even his control may lapse. He dares not learn of the consequences.
It was easy back at the Grove. While this blessing from Silvanus was not a common one, Halsin was not the only one of his followers affected. It was of little consequence to pair with another, an arrangement born of convenience and ease.
That ease was brought to a shuddering halt with the emergence of six tadpoled adventurers through the Grove’s main gate.
He could never—will never—regret their emergence, nor the subsequent upheaval of his life that was soon to follow. How could he when they brought Tav to him?
Halsin was born with more room in his heart to love than most. That will never change, just as his steadfast devotion to nature will always take precedence above all else.
But Tav—she’s stolen more of his heart than he’d thought possible, a love that grows stronger with each passing day.
From an outsider’s perspective, the solution to his problem is obvious. A woman he so ardently adores, a faith mutually assured in body, mind, and spirit. He asks so much of her already, what would be yet another request of her?
Halsin has his doubts. Tav takes his cock so eagerly and fervently, but one would have to be blind to not surmise the pains his size sometimes gives her. It would be unbecoming for him to proceed.
But more than that, he’s halted by his selfishness. Tav readily accepts him for who he is, from his wildshape to his dedication to the Oak Father, but what if this is too much? The straw that broke the owlbear’s back, so to speak. He had lived for three hundred and fifty years before their joining, but now he cannot imagine living a single day more without her.
It’s this reason that has brought him away from his settlement—his home, he’s realized faster than he thought possible—as he torturously endures the onslaught of his urges. He will neither break nor bend, druidic magic anchoring his feet to the ground like the tree trunk he so wishes he currently were, until the sun breaks the darkness of the night.
Or so he had thought.
He hears and smells Tav before he sees her—the soft crunch of twigs and leaves beneath the heel of her boots, and the sweetness of her soaps, tinted with a hint of his own earthy musk. Her scent drives his lust-addled mind wild, hips driving his cock into his fist, and it takes all his willpower not to break the concentration of his spell.
“Halsin?” Her voice cuts through his internal struggle. “Is that you?”
Gods, how he wants nothing more than to invite her over to him, tear her clothes until they are shreds that fall off her body easily, and sink the full length of his cock into her. She’d take him so well, her sweet cries of his name ringing in his ears and his fat knot filling her so perfectly as he lavishes her with wave upon wave of his seed.
Instead, he calls out with a ragged breath, “It is I, my heart. But do not come closer…it is not safe. For you or me.”
He should have known his warning would act as an encouragement rather than a deterrent; it’s just another reason why she is so endeared to him. Still, just this once, he can’t help but wish she would heed his warning.
Gaze fixed intensely on the ground, Halsin doesn’t see her as she approaches. But he doesn't need to imagine her reaction; her gasp of shock speaks for itself.
Gods, how pathetic he must look. He normally is not one to care about appearances, nor is he one to feel shame. But like this—his naked body heaving and sweaty, his erection massive and straining with a bulbous knot beginning to form at its base while he rubs it against anything that might scratch his itch—embarrassment burns at his very being, manifesting in a flush that spreads to the tip of his pointed ears.
If Tav were to leave him because of this, he would understand. Her rejection would hurt more than he thought possible, but he would bear the pain with a grin and wish her nothing but the best.
“Are you okay?” Tav’s soft voice breaks him from his spiraling. It doesn’t contain the disdain he was dreading but rather concern. Slowly, he looks up with rabid eyes into the pure genuineness reflected on her features.
“I…no,” he rasps. “Not now. But I will be come the morning. Leave me be, dear one, and I shall reunite with you then.”
She ignores him and instead crouches before him. She places one palm on his forehead, an innocent and entirely medical gesture, but it sends a tingle shivering down his spine and a groan spilling out of his lips.
Eyes widening, she asks, “Halsin, what’s wrong? What’s brought you into a state like this? If there is anything I can do for you, name it and it shall be done.”
“A gift,” he slowly explains. “From the Oak Father, though like this, I dare not call it that. Have you heard of the reproductive cycles that he graces some animals with?
“Oh. Oh.” Recognition flashes on her features, and her gaze dips to the base of his cock.
“Indeed. It comes and goes with the full moon of each month. At the Grove, I used to…indulge in these urges with those affected just as I. But since we met, I have abstained, and I fear even my control is lapsing.”
Horror wells in her eyes as she counts the months on her fingers. “It’s been eight months since then!”
“A long time, yes. And a longer time it shall be.”
“But why?” She tilts his chin up so that he cannot shy away from her. “I understand before we were together, but it has been half a year since then. Why not ask for my help?
The hurt in her eyes is just as painful as her rejection would have been. Halsin would do anything to assuage her worries.
He forces down the carnal desires that churn in his gut as he cups her cheeks in his hands, the largeness of his hands compared to her head not lost on him. “I did not want to hurt you. I know of the aches that sometimes strike you after our joining, and in these circumstances, I fear I would be too much for you.”
She shakes her head. “Never. You know me—I can handle many things. Your cock, knotted or not, is the least of my worries. Besides, you always take care of me so well after that it would make any pain worth it. Try again because that reason isn’t enough.”
Gods, how stubborn she is—and how he loves her for it. If she insists she can handle the trueness of his size, he will not deny her. There is just one other reason why he does not ravage her now.
“There is another matter of concern,” he quietly admits. “The teas you take with your menstrual cycles…I fear that even they will not hold, were I to knot you.”
Without missing a beat, she leans forward, her lips hovering against his as she brings one of his hands to the flat plain of her stomach.
“Would it be so bad? To have a child of our make, our love made manifest, scampering around with all the others?”
“No,” Halsin sucks in a breath. The possibilities fly through his head: her smooth skin bulging outward, outlining his knot, a steady trickle of his spend leaking out from the apex between her legs, her soft belly hardening and rounding beneath his palm. Pre-cum beads out of the tip of his cock from the heaviness of his arousal. “It would not.”
“What’s stopping you, then?”
“I…are you sure?” he asks, each word gravely serious. “I fear that once I begin, I will not be able to tear myself away from you.”
“There’s nothing I’d like more,” she says with conviction, and just like that, the band that has been so strenuously holding his lust back snaps.
He breaks free from his magic rather than dispelling it, trampling over the vines and roots that had once held him back to take Tav into his arms, pushing her back against the trunk of a great oak tree. Her legs wrap around his bare waist, and he marvels at just how effortless it is to support her weight.
Halsin’s muscles aren’t just for show, but the adrenaline that rushes through her blood at her acceptance of him is unparalleled.
He captures her lips in a kiss, not cloying and languid like they are sometimes wont to be, nor hot and passionate. No, this kiss is pure primal need, sloppy, wet, and biting as his hands find her blouse, desperately trying to tug it off her. He frowns when it doesn’t give way easily, and his force increases until it begins to tear from the front, the harshness of fabric shredding the only sound that breaks their moans and the faint chirps and squeaks of wildlife around them.
“Forgive me,” he begs into her neck, peppering it with love bites. “The beast…it is not so easily tamed. I’m afraid I will be far from a generous lover tonight.”
“Don’t apologize,” she gently chides, tilting his head up and planting a peck on his lips. “You take such good care of me. I reckon you deserve to indulge in yourself every now and then, don’t you think?”
“Your shirt…” he trails off.
“A small price to be paid for what you’re about to give me. But if you do insist—I’d gladly let you buy me another.”
“I’ll buy you a thousand more,” Halsin growls as finally, the cloth tears in two. He wastes no time shrugging it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground as he takes in the sight of her.
Tav has softened some since the end of their adventures, and gods, does Halsin revel in the added plushness to her thighs, to her ass, and to her breasts as he too tears the bra off her, leaving her front entirely bare to him.
He has sworn himself to the Oak Father but were he to bask in the beauty of her near-naked form illuminated by the moonlight and nature’s bounty as a cub, he’d surely have promised his allegiance to her on the spot. Like this, Halsin can scarcely imagine a goddess or god as breathtakingly gorgeous as she.
Even now, it is hard to remember his obligations to Silvanus. As if a reminder from his god, his cock strains against the leather of Tav’s pants, and he cannot hold back the extent of his desires.
“Eager?” she giggles as he strips her as bare as he.
“For you? Always.” His knot practically aches as his calloused hands trail past the dark curls that mark her mound, parting her folds. Despite his lack of attention to her, her cunt glistens and he cannot hold back his grin as he brings two fingers to her, reveling in the sticky lubricant that coats them. Bringing them to his lips, he makes a show of tasting them like they are the finest delicacy known to man.
“Sweet as honey,” he declares, teasing but at the same time, undeniably genuine. Tav flushes, turning away from him, but Halsin will not let her be until she knows just how amazing she is.
Gently releasing his grip on her, Tav anchors herself to the ground, toes wriggling in the dirt. Halsin sinks to his knees, and she raises a questioning eyebrow at him.
Wordlessly, he brings his lips to the flat plane just above her hips. Recognition flashes across her features.
“Halsin…you don’t need to.”
“Nonsense, little one. You know as well as I that preparation is paramount, especially so if you are to take my knot.”
“But your needs…”
“Will be satiated with time. But I will never forgive myself if I do not prepare you adequately.” Her mouth opens, as if to object, but any complaint she might have muttered is replaced by a wanton moan as he brings his tongue to her clit, and his fingers to her entrance.
Both are familiar to him; a home within the home they’ve built together. He knows just how she prefers he bring her pleasure—his fingers curled up against a spongy spot deep within her, relentless and rhythmic as they rub against it, while his tongue flicks and sucks circles on her clit—and it takes little time before she’s just as pliant as clay to be molded in his grip.
He catches his breath for just a moment, encouraging her with steadfast conviction. “Cum for me, love,” he urges, and with one final pass of his lips across her clit she climaxes, legs shaky and unsteady as he holds her up, working her through her orgasm.
He smiles as saccharine lubricant floods his tongue, and he savors the taste for a moment before finally pulling away from her, admiring his handiwork. Tav is flushed, sweaty, beautiful, and most important of all, finally ready for him.
She knows too if the way her gaze dips to his erection is any indication. Halsin holds her close as he stands back up, dipping his head so that his lips graze her ear. “How would you have me take you? I can imagine a thousand possibilities: as we were before, your legs wrapped around my waist and my cock splitting you whole, on the ground, the heat of your body feverish beneath mine, standing, limbs tangled in a fervent embrace…”
“They’re all tempting, but I can think of a way I’d prefer to them,” she says as she presses against his chest gently, guiding him to the forest floor. He sits back on his elbows, watching curiously as she hovers over him before finally seating herself on his waist, her wet cunt brushing against his cock.
Oak Father, how this woman will be the death of him.
With steadfast conviction, she grips the base of his cock, positioning it upright so that she can sink on it. Arousal burns in Halsin’s gut as he admires the way her curled hand is too small to wrap around the full circumference of his length.
With a resolute gulp, she finally lowers herself, a wince crossing her face that Halsin cannot ignore.
He strokes her sides reassuringly, voice gentle as he says, “Steady, my love. If it is too much, do not force yourself. I have withheld the last eight moons; I can hold strong for another.”
Always the contrarian in all the best ways, Tav smirks as she does the exact opposite of his behest, lowering herself until her thighs contact his own. The pleasure is insurmountable—Halsin has penetrated a thousand lovers, both in and out of his rut, but not a single time can compare to the way she feels around his cock at this moment.
“Gods, I’m so full,” she murmurs, and Halsin knows just what she means—her vagina practically strains around the full length of his cock, her walls are impossibly tight, and he can see a faint outline of his cock filling her, a bulge which will be sure to grow when he knots her.
“Do not push yourself,” he warns, words ragged as all his willpower is spent on preventing his hips from bucking up.
She flashes him a grin as she ignores his warning, hips rolling for the first time since their joining. “Oh, you have nothing to worry about.”
Halsin shakes his head fondly at her boldness. When the outcome is this gratifying, how could he ever deny her?
His hands sink to her hips, guiding them with a grip that’s sure to bruise as she rides his cock. She takes him so well it is as if Silvanus himself sculpted her to bear his length.
With every drop of her body onto him, his knot swells just a little more, each following motion just a little less smooth. It will not be long until it pops, and with it, he will come undone within her loving embrace.
As soon as pressure swirls in his gut, threatening to boil over, he holds her still. She looks at him curiously, and he warns, “It will not be long now. I would not judge you were you to back down now…the consequences are not to be taken lightly.”
“Halsin,” she says, pausing. Confidence, desire, and love brim her gaze as she commands, “Fuck me, knot me, make me yours, damnit.”
Halsin knows an order when he sees one.
Growling and more a beast than a man, he flips them over so that Tav is beneath him, her back pillowed by greenery as he ruts into her, each thrust so powerful that her body quakes.
“Gladly,” he husks, as finally, his knot locks within her.
The feeling is indescribable and incomparable, as is the sight of his knot bulging above her mound. Placing a hand to it, he fucks into her ruthlessly, pace unsteady but eager. Bringing one hand to Tav’s clit, he rubs it in time with his thrusts.
As much as he wishes this moment could last forever, it ends all too soon, white-hot pleasure overtaking his body as he cums with Tav’s name on his lips. She soon follows with a shuddering cry, every clench of her cunt around his cock milking more and more of his seed from him.
Halsin has knotted many partners, but not once as he ever experienced an orgasm so powerful, nor so all-consuming.
By the time the last dregs of his orgasm finally fade and he regains full control of his senses, his spend practically sloshes around his cock. Tav’s stomach distends slightly, this time not just where his length fills her but around it.
He’d thought there was a possibility that her monthly teas might hold, but as he watches his seed slowly trickle out from around his knot, there is no more denying the inevitable.
With a contented sigh, he rolls over, taking Tav with him and wrapping a muscular arm around her waist.
“Was that to your liking?” he muses into her hair, one hand soothingly massaging any knots born from their lovemaking out of her back.
“You’re impossible,” she laughs, leaning against him. “Giving me some of the best sex of my life, and then not knowing if it was good?”
“It was a fair question,” he rumbles, amusement settling in his chest as he holds her close to him. “I’m glad to know you enjoyed it.”
“More than,” she smiles, pressing a kiss to his chin. “How long is this going to last?”
“My knot? Or my rut?”
“Both.”
“Hm,” he pauses. “The former is easier to answer than the latter. Another twenty minutes, perhaps thirty. But as for my rut—I’m afraid I know not. Not once in my several centuries have I abstained for so long. It seems this is uncharted territory for the both of us.”
“We’ll find out together,” she hums against him, eyes fluttering shut. “Wake me if your arousal bothers you again?”
“Always, my heart.”
As sleep finds them, Tav’s head tucked into Halsin’s chest, his softening cock still buried deep within her, and a verdant blanket wrapped around their joined bodies, Halsin muses one final thought:
Nature's blessings are truly wondrous.