The People of the Forest - 1. Chapter 1

I had thought they were only a legend. The eldest of the Elders told tales of a people our people called upon in times of need. They were said to be close to the Earth, to hold the Earth’s secrets of healing and nature. They were said to be of great stature and strength while being by nature peace-loving, were capable of making terrifying war. They had a connection to the king who could call upon them on behalf of our people. They were his special protectors and upon the king’s death, would take him to the sacred burial ground. Our king was of great age, few remembered the passing of his father, though some maintained that upon the death of the old king, a great howl rose up from beyond the city’s walls and the king’s body was taken away.

There was a saying among our people that anyone who was markedly tall, strong, hairy or attuned to nature, that they ‘had a touch of the People of the Forest.’ The legends also said that the People of the Forest had only relationships with their own sex, though these were deep, loving, cherishing loves. How they procreated was unknown. Those couples among us that were of the same sex were said to have ‘a forest love.’

All those tales of the People of the Forest came back to me as I lie broken and beaten along side the road and seeing him approach. I feared he came to finish the job the robbers had begun, killing all my fellow travelers with wanton brutality. It was only when they discovered the circlet around my neck that they fled. The narrow band of gold I wore was a mark of the king’s house that even these barbarians respected. While I was not dead, I was incapable of moving so severely had they beaten me.

And then he appeared. He came silently from the trees. He was completely naked, head and shoulders taller than the tallest of my people. His broad, powerful chest was covered with light brown hair that trailed down to meet his genitals. These swung heavily between his legs. His arms and legs were corded with muscle. Despite his overpowering masculinity, his face showed no trace of beard. I watched as he touched and examined the bodies of the others. His touch was gentle, respectful. Then he came to me. His eyes were of changing hue, from golden to green. They mirrored his expression of concern. He not so much spoke, but mumbled and grunted as he began to examine my body.

He touched me all over, feeling for my injuries. I cried out with pain when his hands probed. He began to remove my clothing. As he opened my shirt, he paused. He reached out and touched the golden circlet around my throat. His eyes widened. Then with some seeming effort he spoke one word, ‘king.’ He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the forehead, then rose and dashed into the forest.

I did not know whether to be relieved to still be alive or in fear of being abandoned. I did not have long to wait, for he returned a few minutes later, carrying a large leaf containing many small objects. I watched as he carefully placed various flowers, leaves and roots in an orderly way upon the ground. He ground some together with his hands into a paste and applied these to my wounds. I cringed at the stinging sensations they made as they were applied. He then knelt near my head. He took his large fallus into his hands and began to stroke himself. He became hard very quickly and continued stroking himself. I could tell by the expression on his face that he was approaching climax. This behavior was strangest of all. He then took my head gently in one hand and pressed the head of his penis against my lips and gently opened them. His orgasm came with great spurts into my mouth, some deep into my throat. I swallowed reflexively.

He again spoke one syllable, ‘suck.’ Out of fear I began to suck on the cock head at my lips, sucking the head into my mouth. His orgasm continued, but with less force, filling my mouth again until I needed to swallow. His face was a mixture of the concern he had shown before and small satisfaction of orgasm.

Suddenly relief came. The pain that had immobilized me was gone. He must have seen the change in my face. He smiled. He lowered my head to the ground, withdrawing his cock from my mouth and again kissed my forehead. My eyes went dark.