3. Chapter Three

Chapter three

I am standing in a clearing in the forest. The night air is still and quiet, with only the soft chirping of crickets in the distance. Looking down, I realize I'm wearing a sheer, white dress. The material is soft and light, fluttering lightly in the breeze. I am naked underneath. My nipples stand to attention in the night air.

All around me in the clearing, candles flicker in glass jars. Their flames dance and send shadows across the grass and trees. The candles form a large circle around where I stand, their warm glow the only light in this serene place. It’s peaceful here. Where am I?

I close my eyes and breathe deeply, taking in the earthy scents of pine and moss. I can feel the soft grass beneath my bare feet, the caress of the dress against my skin, the gentle wind through my hair.

I hear a sound and open my eyes. Someone is here.

A man emerges from the darkness. He is tall and broad. His rugged, handsome features come into the flickering candlelight as he steps into the clearing. He wears jeans slung low on his hips. I can see a peek of hair just above his belt, disappearing under his shirt. He wears a checkered shirt, unbuttoned halfway to reveal his muscular chest underneath.

I inhale sharply at the sight of this masculine stranger. He moves with a relaxed confidence and seems completely at ease. As he approaches me, his eyes lock intensely on mine. I am powerless under his piercing gaze. My heart is beginning to race.

When he reaches me, he extends his hand. I place my trembling fingers in his strong grip. Without a word, he pulls me against his hard body and begins to slow-dance with me there under the stars. I melt into his embrace, my breasts pressed to his chest, our hips swaying together. His hands explore the curve of my back, fingers trailing over the thin fabric of my dress. I tangle my hands in his thick hair and breathe him in. He smells of pine and woodsmoke and something entirely primal.

The man pulls me even closer as we dance, his strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist. His hand slides up my back and grasps the nape of my neck firmly, tilting my head back so I'm looking up into his eyes. They seem to glow amber in the candlelight.

Leaning down, he brushes his lips against mine in a feather-light kiss that sends a shiver through my entire body. I part my lips eagerly, wanting more, but he pulls back with a knowing smile. I whimper. I want him to kiss me, and he knows it.

The man leans in, claiming my mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue plunges between my lips as his hands grasp my backside, pulling my hips hard against the growing bulge in his jeans. I moan into his mouth, consumed with desire.

My dream lover lays me down on the soft grass, but he remains standing. He turns away to remove his clothes. As he slips off his shirt, the muscles along his broad back flex and ripple. He unbuckles his belt slowly. Finally, he slides his jeans down, revealing muscular thighs and firm buttocks. When he turns back, he is changed. His body is now covered in dark, coarse hair from head to toe. His hands have grown larger, the fingers extended into claws. His face has elongated into a snout, with sharp fangs peeking from his mouth. He lets out a low, rumbling growl that vibrates through my body. I gasp as I realize this is no ordinary man, but the legendary Bigfoot himself.

Bigfoot moves toward me on all fours, his amber eyes burning with animal passion. I know I should run, but I can’t. I am frozen in place, my heart hammering in my chest.

My eyes are drawn to the massive bulge between his hairy thighs. It growls — twitching and pulsing as if it has a mind of its own. It extends. It snakes its way around my body, encircling me like a living, throbbing cage. It slithers up my thighs, teasing my aching entrance with its velvety softness.

The immense girth of Bigfoot's cock presses against my pussy lips. I can feel the heat emanating from it. His amber eyes lock onto mine as he begins to push forward, the tip of his thick member breaching me ever so slightly. The flared head of his massive cock spreads me wide.

I scream in pleasure and pain. I want him but I can barely take it. He’ll rip me open if he goes any further. But by God, do I want him to rip me open.