The Man Eating Tree by HouseofChimeras, literature
Literature
The Man Eating Tree
Within seconds of spotting the men near the road, Berkeley knew things were going to be bad. He had been heading back from the neighboring village from his home one after selling a cart full of goods and then handing the the new cart and colt who had pulled it to their new owners there too. All he had with him now was the bag in his pocket filled with coins to be given to their proper owners back at his home village. Berkeley didn't have to even see the weapons on each of them or catch the look in their eyes to instinctively know they were robbers.
The single path that connected the two villages was surrounded on all sides by dense forest wi
Note: This story contains soft vore.
Sam woke up slowly and in a daze. With a groan he rolled over to his other side, switching out arms to use as a pillow. What time was it? Sam lazily thought for a moment, but his mind came up empty.
“Shadow?” Sam quietly asked knowing to well the giant canine could easily hear Sam’s voice no matter what volume he used. There was no response. Shadow must have still been asleep. Of course he was, he loved sleeping. Sam took stock on what he could sense even without Shadow being awake. Sam picked up that Shadow was laying on his stomach. Good. That meant Shadow wasn’t completely out-
Note: This story contains soft vore.
It was Halloween night, and that meant several square miles of the forest outside Sam’s hometown had been transformed into a “haunted forest.” Years of childhood hype and mystery about the annual Halloween attraction which boasted the title as one of the scariest of its kind in all the country had been building for years. This Halloween, Sam was finally 18 and so he was able to go to the attraction himself. However, just as luck would have it, the temperature was going to drop that night and there was a 80% chance of rain. Of course it was. Irony demanded it. However, Sam was determent t
Note: This story contains soft vore.
Sam woke up slowly and in a daze. With a groan he rolled over to his other side, switching out arms to use as a pillow. What time was it? Sam lazily thought for a moment, but his mind came up empty.
“Shadow?” Sam quietly asked knowing to well the giant canine could easily hear Sam’s voice no matter what volume he used. There was no response. Shadow must have still been asleep. Of course he was, he loved sleeping. Sam took stock on what he could sense even without Shadow being awake. Sam picked up that Shadow was laying on his stomach. Good. That meant Shadow wasn’t completely out-
Note: This story contains soft vore.
It was Halloween night, and that meant several square miles of the forest outside Sam’s hometown had been transformed into a “haunted forest.” Years of childhood hype and mystery about the annual Halloween attraction which boasted the title as one of the scariest of its kind in all the country had been building for years. This Halloween, Sam was finally 18 and so he was able to go to the attraction himself. However, just as luck would have it, the temperature was going to drop that night and there was a 80% chance of rain. Of course it was. Irony demanded it. However, Sam was determent t
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