You were warned not to go into the enchanted forest, but there was something that was calling to you, and you ran in anyway. You shouldn't be talking to strangers, shouldn't be eating unknown fruits. You shouldn't have done a lot of things.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (F receiving), 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 1.2K
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You wake from a hazy dream, only vaguely remembering what you were doing before. Head cloudy with all kinds of crazy thoughts and dreams. Stretching your arms above your head, and yawning, you feel a soft breath on your bare shoulder.
Rolling over to see exactly where you are, and what is happening, because the last thing you remember was Sy chopping wood. Rolling over, you see a bit of Steve's sleeping face squished up on the pillow and sleeping peacefully. His mouth slightly turned up in a smile, and this is the first time you remember just feeling comfortable.
You stare at him a bit longer before booping his nose, and he wakes up with a sleepy smile, "Why am I in here?"
He flops over on his back, stretching out himself, before looking back at you with a smile. "Ole Papa and Daddy need their whole bed this morning. I thought, you and I could spend a bit of time together. Wanted to take you out into the woods, show you around."
"You won't leave me, will you?" you give him a playful pout, but it is something you are concerned about. The woods seemed to work differently here. Everything seemed close together, and it was easy to get lost. He shakes his head no.
"Figured we could pick some apples," you go wide eyed about this. Every time you had an encounter with one of the brothers, apples were included in some way. "And maybe give you a quick history of the apples."
"So there is a story there?" he nods, going to get himself out of the bed. "Why are they always feeding me apples? What's the difference between the green and the red apples? Are there other colors of apples?" you swear you hear a low growl in the cottage, and you stop.
"Easy with the questions. We'll talk more outside. I just need you to get out of the house, because we're out of apples, and I'm sure...let's just go."
You don't know what it was that Steve was going to tell you, but you are curious to find out. Deciding to get ready quickly before he grabs up a basket for the apples. The two of you walk mostly in silence when you come across the trees. The two of them almost alone, protected even, in the thick dark woods. He starts picking some of the red apples.
You take the time to look around. This is the place had come to when you journeyed into the woods. Your eyes look around and still you don't see the exit anywhere.
"It's enchanted, you know?" you look at Steve, and realize that you hadn't been helping him. "That old man, he tried to stop you. The woods are cursed. Stupid faeries, and stupid princes. Princes always seem to be the bane of our existence."
You walk over to him, helping him pick the red apples, but you look over to the green ones. Almost noxious in color. "Don't touch those. They are powerful. Bind you even more to the world you are in, but also makes you go into a deep sleep. Enough of them can make a deadly poison. Wanna know the cure?"
He gives you a kind smile, reaching in front of you to get another apple. "True love's kiss."
"Fairy tales," you snort at him. This is such an odd place to be.
"You have no idea. Take these red apples here, you don't ever wonder why Mr. Big and Mr. Thick always want you to be eating apples?"
You give him a nod. It was weird. "Glamour," you don't follow. "Glamour, it keeps you from seeing who we really are."
"And who is that?" you reach down and take a red apple, jokingly holding it to your mouth. "What are you and they hiding from me?"
"Doesn't matter anymore Goldie," he steps up to you, running his hand over your neck. Giving the sensitive skin a little nibble. "Pretty sure they claimed you. I called you and yet, they claim you. So it's only fair."
"What do the red apples do, Steve? Who are you?"
"No," his voice heavy on your body. His hands inching even closer to your hips, before they drift down your thighs. "It's what are we. And I think you know. What do you always see?"
"You're not a...can't be," he drops down to his knees, lifting up your dress. "Steve...wh-wh-what are you trying to say?"
Pushing your body up against the apple tree, he brings one of your legs over his shoulder. Staring at your cunt, before leaning in to devour you. His nose moves up and down your slit, spreading your arousal around. Using his tongue to kitten lick at your bundle of nerves. His tongue entering into your tight hole, and you run your fingers through his longer locks. Gripping tight to the soft waves.
Your head pointing to the sky, letting him know how it's, "Just right," over and over again. His sharp teeth giving your swollen clit a nibble, yelping out in a pleasured pain, Steve looks at you. Already becoming a mess. The apples wouldn't even be necessary at this point with how blissed out you are.
Steve pulls you off of the tree, before settling you onto the ground. Stripping himself before he crawls over your body. A slight stretch, but it's perfect. "Steve, it's just...just right."
"I knew it would be. Always is," his hips thrust softly into your quivering folds. Your eyes fluttering close, and his face blurs into something else. "Steve. Oh god, Steve," leaning to your neck again, he gives it a little nibble before an almost animalistic growl exists his muzzle.
His body thicker, harder, harrier, but it still feels just right.
"Mmm," his voice rumbles on your skin, and you try to bring him closer to you. Your legs circling around his large body, and you pull him even deeper. "They were right. You are perfect."
"Just for you."
"Only me?" unable to open your eyes, you shake your head no. "You wanting to share?"
Immense pressure builds in your tummy. You close your eyes tight with the orgasm that sits right there. Claiming that you were just Steve's, felt so wrong. But he was determined that you would be all his. "Give in to me. I called, and you came. Me. You're mine. All mine."
"I can't," just as that calming rush runs through your body, you look at him, letting out the tiniest of yelps. "Steve?"
Hearing a quick whoosh, Steve goes limp on your body, and you see him, the glamour and massive pleasure evaporating, making it able for you to see him, the real him. No longer a man, but in fact a bear. You go to push the dead weight off of you, and just can't. Coming out in more of strangled grunts. "Oh, my god! Get off of me. He-he-he's dead."
"No he's not," a man goes to pull the bear off of you and you scramble back looking at the two new tall men that are now in the woods with you. These are men you hadn't seen before.
"Son of a bitch! I told you to kill him."
"Who are you two?" you look up at them, your eyes going back between the two of them, and the taller of the two squats down beside you.
"Are you okay?"
"You were supposed to kill him!"
"Why?" it's all too much. You aren't sure what's going on.
"He's supposed to be dead. We can't take him back to his brothers not dead. They can live, this one..." he turns to look at you, those bright green eyes glaring. "He was about to eat you."
