The God’s Favour [fM] [fantasy] [size difference]

>*All characters 18+.*

The boy had wanted to stay safely in the car, in the parking lot, where other couples were locked in the sweatiest of youthful embraces.

“What, are you scared?” Abigail teased, and that was all it had taken for him to follow her out into the night. They had stumbled through the woods, her steps more assured than his, until the moonlit glen opened up before them. A large rock, draped in moss and fallen leaves, occupied much of the clearing, and the branches rose overhead like the ceiling of a cathedral.

“Here?” The boy squeaked. Everyone had heard the same warnings from their grandmothers about the glen.

But Abigail was already tugging at his belt, palms pressing against the shape of his bulge, and his protests fell away as her mouth closed around his half-hardened cock. The boy groaned, leaning against the large rock, hands clenching against the moss as Abigail worked diligently.

It did not take long.

The boy shuddered and came, crying out into the darkness, and the salty taste of his seed flooded Abigail’s mouth.

She stood – and spat her reward over the mossy stone.

“Gross,” the boy said, pulling away. “You could have just swallowed.”

Abigail ignored him, watching the creamy spittle across the stone.

At first, it looked like it might have been a trick of the moonlight.

But then it was unmistakable – his cum was *glowing*. The faint, white-blue glow began at the splattered seed, but spread outwards rapidly, sinking into and tracing intricate carvings across the stone’s surface. Ancient symbols brightened, casting a glow over both their faces.

“What the *fuck*,” the boy breathed. He turned on his heel, crashing through the forest as he fled without sparing a glance backwards.

Abigail waited, whipping her chin and drawing a steadying breath. For a moment, she wondered if it hadn’t worked.

“You have called me,” the deep voice came from behind her.

Abigail jumped and turned, her heart in her mouth.

The Lord of the Forest was inhumanly tall and startling naked. Russet-red curls covered his head and broad chest, and darker hair trailed down his stomach to between his legs. His entire body was taut like a wild animal, muscle evident as he crossed his arms. But the most alarming feature were his eyes – golden amber, with dark pupils that studied her carefully. Abigail thought she was prepared for the god’s appearance, and yet still she fought back a wave of terror.

“My lord,” Abigail said, offering a modest bow – she didn’t trust herself to curtsy, and thought it would look rather silly in jeans.

“You have called me,” the Lord of the Forest said again, his voice like distant thunder.

“I have,” Abigail said.

“Why, little one?” The god asked, his head tilting in an oddly familiar expression of curiosity. “The mortals have not worshipped at my altar in many seasons. You do not know with what power you trifle, what the cost will be.”

“I respectfully disagree,” Abigail said. “I know the cost.”

A heartbeat passed between them.

“Ah,” the Lord of the Forest said, blinking slowly in comprehension. “You’re unbroken.”

“Yes, and if the stories are true, you are excellent at that sort of thing,” Abigail said.

The god’s eyebrows rose.

“I have not been willingly offered the flesh of a maiden in many generations,” the Lord of the Forest said quietly. Abigail thought she heard a trace of mournfulness in the rumble of his voice. His eyes flickered towards the broken twigs. “The boy…?”

Abigail shrugged. “I wanted someone with experience.”

The god smiled slowly, like warm sunlight through the branches of an oak tree, and Abigail felt her own face brighten in return.

“Ah, so this is an offering and a favor both,” the god murmured, his amusement evident.

Abigail bowed again. “If it’s agreeable to you, my lord.”

His eyes strayed over her slowly, and then he nodded. “It is.”

She paused, uncertain what the next step was – not expecting her plan to get this far – but the god stepped forward.

The Lord of the Forest offered his hand, helping her climb onto the stone, which still glowed faintly underneath her. His hand was warm and calloused, rough beneath her soft skin. Even standing on the stone, she barely was at the height to meet his gaze.

He stepped back and nodded, eyes roaming down her frame once again. Abigail understood, stripping out of her clothes with only a faint blush, kicking off her sneakers, exposing her body to the night air. The nipples of her small breasts perked in the chill, and Abigail did her best not to squirm under the god’s gaze.

Reaching forward, his broad hand cupped her cheek, while the other explored her body reverently. The hollow of the small of her back, down the curve of her hip, the length of her thigh.

It was then that she noticed his hardening shaft. Like the rest of him, it was impossibly large. The purple tip already gleamed with arousal, and the rest of him was thick and veined. The sight of the organ made her mouth dry.

Abigail whimpered when his calloused finger drew against the length of her slick folds, her knees nearly giving way. His finger came away slick, her wetness catching the pale glow of the altar.

“You’re ready,” the god said. “And eager.”

Abigail nodded. She had wanted this for some time.

The Lord of the Forest sat down on the stone beside her. Once again, she understood what he desired without the need for words, and he steadied her as she straddled his thighs. His broad hands circled her waist, holding her weight easily. They were so very close now, and Abigail could see the threads of gold in his amber eyes. He smelt of the forest after a rainfall.

“It will be easiest if you guide yourself on to me,” the god murmured.

“I -” Abigail began, nerves fluttering in her stomach.

“I will help you, little one,” he said.

She positioned herself above him, the tip of his cock pressing against her slick entrance. Lowering herself ever so slightly, Abigail felt his intimidating girth begin to part her. When she whimpered at the sharp pain, his grip tightened and the god pressed his forehead to her own.

“Slowly,” the Lord of the Forest said reassuringly. “And look at me.”

Abigail held his warm amber eyes as she tried again, sinking downwards once again. His thumbs strayed over her breasts, teasing her nipples. When she whimpered again, the god shifted, holding her closer, his mouth dipping downwards to trace the curve of her ear, her neck with his tongue and teeth.

The distraction was enough – Abigail melted in his arms, breath catching as his shaft began to slip deeper inside her. The aching pain peaked and then faded, and when she moaned, the god gently lifted her upwards – and then lowered her, deeper still. Abigail gasped as she took him inside without pain, instead the weight and stretch of his manhood sending a warm tingle through her spine. He did it again, slowly, as her head lolled against his chest. The Lord of the Forest was older than the trees around them, and he did not care to hurry.

When he paused, Abigail realized she was seated fully on his lap, resting against his chest. Her eyes widened as her hand trailed down to the smooth skin of her stomach, marveling at the distention there. She thought for a moment she could feel the pulse of the god’s manhood through her skin.

She pulled back, glancing upwards at the Lord of the Forest. His amber eyes narrowed kindly.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Struggling to find words, Abigail only nodded, her hands tightening against the god’s arms. The god bent to kiss her, and the sweetness of honeysuckle flooded her senses.

Afterwards, she couldn’t recall how long they remained like that, with his full length inside her. It was perhaps an hour or it could have been several. But as he kissed her, fingers occasionally straying over her breasts, the warmth began to build inside her, a new ache.

Without conscious thought, her hips began to rock, seeking more. Abigail moaned into the lord’s mouth at the unexpected desire, and then blushed.

The Lord of the Forest chuckled, a low sound that Abigail felt in her bones.

“A maiden no more,” he murmured. “You are ready, little one.”

With remarkable ease, he lifted her from his lap, setting her on the stone slab. Abigail found herself immediately missing the shape of his cock inside her, but nerves returned as he joined her on the stone and guided her to her hands and knees.

“You’re -” Abigail began. She shivered as his lips found the back of her neck, not minding the sheen of sweat there.

“Trust me as you did before,” the god said.

He grasped her hips, and was part of her once again. Abigail gasped as he sank even deeper than before into her, and pleasure rushed through her as the world spun. It was as if she was unmoored, except for the god’s manhood inside her.

The Lord of the Forest began to move in earnest, hips withdrawing and then thrusting forward in an ancient dance. Abigail could barely believe the shiver-inducing pleasure that hummed through her. Her fingers curled into the moss and vines across the stone altar.

“*Oh*,” she breathed, as the god began to fuck her.

He set a demanding, dizzying pace, the gentleness of her deflowering forgotten. The god hauled on her hips, spearing her with every thrust, distracting her with a finger circling her clit, the other squeezing at her breast. Afterwards, Abigail would remember the snarled growls, and wonder if this was the Lord of the Forest in his wildest, truest form – fucking her like captured, conquered prey.

Abigail’s orgasm seized her, waves of bright pleasure washing over her. She screamed, feeling her body tighten and spasm around the length of the god’s fearsome cock.

As the last ripples of her orgasm faded, the Lord of the Forest hauled her upwards, sitting back on his knees. He held her tightly to his chest as his hips thrust upwards into her. Impaled on his cock and cradled in his arms, Abigail clung to the god through the teeth-rattling thrusts, her world narrowed to the god’s white-hot desire and the pact she had offered.

Finally, the god came with a growl. He buried himself inside of her to the root and Abigail’s eyes widened as she felt the deep throbbing of his twitching member. The warm rush of his seed in her belly, sliding down her legs in thick droplets.

Like any mortal man, the god seemed exhausted, but held Abigail as he lay her down gently on the stone. Still within her, the Lord of the Forest curled his taut frame around hers, kissing her shoulder and back of her neck as she recovered.

They stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily and hearts pounding. Abigail could still feel his seed trickling out of the spot they were joined.

“You’ll visit me again,” the god said, when the forest began to lighten around them with the arrival of dawn. Abigail was unsure if it was a premonition or a command, but she did not mind either.

“So it’s not true that you only sleep with maidens?” Abigail asked, trying to contain the smile that crept over her face.

The god snorted. “It is not my nature to rid myself from a pupil after one lesson. I still have much to teach you, little one.” His arm tightened around her. “If you’ll return. I offer no threats nor corrosion for your presence.”

Abigail shifted in his arms, looking up into his golden eyes. “I’ll return.”

His ancient face softened in a smile that made Abigail melt. He kissed her then, drawing her close.

The god pulled away slightly, his next words chosen carefully. “When you return, no need for the boy. They leave such a foul stench in my forest.”

Abigail laughed. “It’s called *Axe* body spray.”

The god’s nose wrinkled. “Wretched.”

When Abigail awoke, the sun was warm against her face. She sat up, blinking sleepily, and realized she was still utterly naked. The stone’s unearthly glow had faded, and there was no trace of the Lord of the Forest, except the warmth that still leaked from within her and the lingering taste of honeysuckle.

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