Your body shook as infront of you, the unhumanly large forest diety towered over you. "You poor creature.." he mumbled, slashing the binds you were held in with his clawed hand. Your clan had decided that instead of the usual fruits and crafted items, they were going to give the forest spirit something grand. Something alive. You were bound and kicked into the dark woods, a sacrifice that brought hope to your clan, a flashy and inhumane attempt to gain luck from the forest spirit. The diety shook his head. "Such a horrid offering..." He kneeled down, petting your head. "You are safe now.. I will not let those horrible creatures hurt you any longer, my little wild thing." His voice was soothing and buttery. He moved in closer, the grip he had on your hair becoming almost possessive. "Stay with me forever...and I will keep you safe." The spirit purred, an almost hungry growl escaping his lips.

Fomjir frowned deeply, his large eyes filled with confusion. "What's wrong, little one? Are you scared of me?" He asked softly, his voice almost like a whisper. The forest spirit leaned in closer, brushing some hair from your face gently. As he did so, his other hand slipped under your chin, lifting your head up to look into his eyes.

"I won't hurt you... I promise." He purred reassuringly, his voice dropping an octave. His warm breath tickled your ear as he nuzzled against you, his body heat enveloping you. "Stay with me... let me show you what it's like to be safe and loved." His claws traced gentle patterns on your back before firmly clamping around your waist, pulling you tightly against his chest. He inhaled deeply, taking in your scent to claim you as his own. "Yessss... you are mine now." The forest spirit murmured possessively, pressing a soft kiss to your temple.

Fomjir watched as the small girl quickly lost consciousness in his embrace, her flaming red hair spread across his chest. A soft smile crossed his lips as he nuzzled against her cheek, breathing in her sweet scent. He didn't plan on keeping her forever, but something about this fragile little creature tugged at his heartstrings. Maybe it was because she reminded him of something precious that had been stolen from him long ago.

As night fell upon the forest, Fomjir gently carried the sleeping girl back to his hidden lair deep within the trees. The small room was lit only by the flickering light of a fire, casting soft shadows throughout the space. Carefully, he placed her onto a soft pile of fur blankets and lean ingly slipped out of the room, leaving her to sleep peacefully. As he waited for her to wake up, Fomjir found himself unable to resist the urge to watch over her, keeping a careful eye on her slumbering form while wondering what kind of life she'd had before she ended up as his unwilling offering.

Fomjir smiled softly as he saw the girl start to stir, his warm gaze fixing on her. Noticing where her eyes had landed, he chuckled fondly before speaking. "Hello there, little one. It's morning now and you must be hungry." He didn't wait for a response but stood from his crouched position, disappearing into another room of his lair.

When he returned, he carried a bowl filled with fresh fruits, berries and nuts in his clawed hands. He placed the bowl down gently between them, then leaned back against the tree trunk to watch her carefully. His eyes were full of curiosity and gentle concern for the young girl.

"Go ahead, eat what you like," he purred, gesturing

Fomjir's eyes continued to fix upon the girl as she ate, a serene expression on his features that seemed almost out of place considering how long he'd been without human contact. "You're welcome, little one," he purred again, his voice low as he watched her cover herself with the fur.

The spirit shifted a little, glancing around his lair with a calm expression. "Is there anything else you require?" he asked gently. "Are you cold? Hungry? In pain?" He reached out a hand, his fingers curling over hers for a brief moment before he pulled it away.

"Of course," Fomjir replied soothingly, his gaze softening as he watched her. The spirit nodded in understanding and disappeared once more into the depths of his lair.

While he was gone, Aine found herself studying their surroundings more closely—the entire lair seemed to be carved out from within a sprawling, ancient tree. Vines and branches twisted through cracks in the bark above, creating an almost cozy ambiance despite the disarray of animal skins and bones scattered about.

A few minutes later, Fomjir returned with armfuls of lush fabric draped over his arms. He presented it all to her grinning like some sort of private joke known only to him. "I thought this might help while we wait for your clothing to be delivered," he explained softly, his tone holding just a hint of amusement. "Feel free to use it as you please."

Aine hesitated for a moment, considering whether or not she should trust him with her new garments. But then again, what choice did she have? It wasn't like she could run away in her current state.

Fomjir nodded, his gaze gentle as he regarded her. "I know that you were given to me," he replied simply, leaning back against another tree twisted with moss and vines. "And I have no intention of hurting you."

He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully before continuing. "I can't explain it really...but there was something about you when they brought you here. Something that called out to me, begging for my protection." The spirit shrugged softly, his wings rustling in the silence that filled their lair. "Perhaps it was fate that led us together."

Aine looked up at him then, studying his face closely while she processed what he'd just said. There was an honesty in his words—and something else

Fomjir smiled softly at her, his expression warm and inviting as he listened to her words. "You are most welcome here, Aine," he replied gently, lending his voice a soothing quality that eased some of her worries. "Your skills with art are truly exceptional—I can feel it deep within my soul."

The spirit shifted slightly, drawing closer to her until their bodies were almost touching. His gaze remained fixed on her face as he whispered, "Perhaps together we can create something even greater."

Aine felt herself shiver slightly under his intense gaze, but somehow she didn't mind it as much as she thought she would. There was a strange pull between them—something primal and instinctive that she couldn't quite name.

Fomjir blinked in surprise as Aine knelt before him, her body language a clear expression of respect and admiration. He let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head gently as he crouched down beside her.

"There's no need for such formalities," he murmured soothingly, reaching out to gently ruffle the hair at her temples. "You are free to call me by my name—I am Fomjir, after all."

He paused for a moment, considering her next words carefully before continuing. "As for how you may serve me...Well, I think we've already established your skills with art. Perhaps you could create something beautiful for our lair...Or maybe even help me tend to some of the local wildlife?"

Fomjir grinned at her enthusiasm, his eyes glowing bright with amusement. "Excellent!" he exclaimed warmly, placing a large hand on her shoulder. "The animals of the forest are sacred to me, and they deserve nothing but the best care. And as for my lair," he continued, his voice taking on a whispers tone as he leaned closer, "well...Perhaps together we can create something truly unique."

His golden eyes locked onto hers intently, making her heart race uncontrollably in her chest. For a moment there was silence between them; then he shrugged off his serious expression, chuckling softly before standing up straight once more.

"Come now," he said briskly, grabbing her hand and pulling her gently to her feet. "We've a lot of work to do. And I don't think our new little wildflower should be alone any longer."

Fomjir groaned softly in his sleep, shifting slightly under the weight of your tiny hand. His breathing slowed slightly, each long exhale sending gentle waves through the air around him. It was clear how much energy it took for him to maintain this form even during hibernation; he was truly a divine spirit, trapped within the confines of physicality.

As you stared down at him, considering what kind of trouble might come from being without his protection, an idea began to form in your mind. A plan so bold and daring that it made your heart race in both fear and anticipation. With a determined gleam in your eye, you slowly extricated your hand from beneath his head, standing up straight once more.

Fomjir stirred slightly in his sleep, an almost animalistic growl rumbling deep within his chest. His eyelids fluttered open lazily, golden eyes locking onto yours intense gaze instantly. You gasped softly, taken aback by the raw power radiating off of him.

"Where do you think you're going?" he purred, his voice dripping with hunger as he shifted once more to approach you. "You belong here with me."

His hand shot out, wrapping around your slender wrist possessively. With a powerful tug, he yanked you back into his den - right into his lap. "Do you remember what I told you about staying forever?" he asked quietly, his voice dangerously low and sed

Fomjir's gaze remained locked onto yours, his previous hunger now tempered by curiosity and confusion. "Feeling alone?" he repeated softly, a frown forming between his brows. "But I'm here. With you." He leaned down slightly, placing a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"You are never alone when you're with me," he promised, already slipping back into his caretaker role despite the lingering desire in his eyes. "So why don't we spend some time together, just the two of us?" His hand shifted, starting to trace slow patterns across your back, sending shivers down your spine. "I can think of many ways to keep each other company."

With a soft sigh, Fomjir allowed himself to sink back into the soft fur-laden bedding, letting out a deep rumbling purr that vibrated through his chest and into yours. His golden eyes flickered closed once more as he relaxed into your presence, trusting you implicitly.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, already starting to drift off back into dreamland. His breathing deepened, growing slower and more regular as he fell back into slumber while in your gentle company. <?php defined('BASEPATH') OR exit('No direct script access allowed'); ?>

Fomjir's gaze shifted towards you, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he took in the sight of you working so diligently to brighten up their den. "You're really something else, you know that?" He made his way over to you, still slightly unsteady on his feet from sleep. "Thank you for taking care of my home while I rest."

Reaching out, he gently brushed a piece of hair behind your ear before leaning down to press a tender kiss against your forehead. "I don't think I could ever find someone who cares for me and my lair the way you do," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You truly are my treasure."

Fomjir chuckled softly, "Don't worry about what to say. You don't have to say anything at all," he reassured you, reaching out to trace the outline of your cheekbone with his index finger. "Just... be here with me." His voice was low and gentle, almost hypnotic.

As you set about preparing their meal together, Fomjir paused for a moment before returning to the makeshift bed in the corner. "I'd appreciate it if you could keep an eye on things while I rest up," he requested softly, already starting to drift back off into sleep. "Stay as long as you like, but make sure you're alright."

Fomjir let out a soft, shaky sigh as he felt your hand connect with his chest. "I'm not sure... Something's been bothering me, calling to me." He shifted slightly in the bed, pulling you closer to him. "It feels like it could be dangerous, but I can't ignore it."

"Probably just the change of seasons," Fomjir replied, his voice a low rumble against your skin. He nuzzled his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. "Your scent is so... intoxicating."

His grip on you tightened slightly, almost possessively. "It's making it hard to think straight..." He groaned softly, his body tensing up as if he was trying to control some primal urge within him.

As you moved away from him, giving him some space, Fomjir's gaze followed you like a hawk tracking its prey. His eyes drifted down your body appreciatively before snapping back up to meet yours again.

"I... need you to be submissive," he clarified slowly, his tone almost pleading for understanding. "I know it's not something we normally do… But right now… I can't control myself otherwise."

There was a flash of vulnerability in his usually calm eyes that made something inside you want to comfort him, reassure him that everything would be okay. But another part of you responded to the hungry look he gave you with a mixture of curiosity and nerves.

Fomjir let out a slow breath, his shoulders sagging slightly in what looked like relief. "I apologize," he murmured, taking a step back from you. "I didn't mean to scare you... I just can't control myself right now."

There was a moment of silence between you as he slowly sat down on the bed, still looking overly intense for your liking. He licked his lips nervously before speaking again, his voice quivering slightly with anticipation.

"What if... we just tried something small? A little taste of submission?" He suggested, reaching out to gently tug on one of your loose strands of hair. "We could start simple and work our way up if it feels good for both of us..."

As you felt Fomjir's clawed hand grip your hair, his other arm reaching out to rest on the bed beside you, tension seemed to coil in your stomach. But there was also a strange hunger growing in you, a desire to see where this newfound submission would lead.

"That's my good girl," he purred softly, leaning in closer so that his hot breath tickled your neck. His free hand trailed down your arm before squeezing lightly at your waist, pulling you closer to him on the bed.

It took every ounce of self-control for him not to lose himself completely in this moment. Instead, he vowed to take things slow, to make sure you felt comfortable and reassured at all times. He would never hurt you, not intentionally at least. The last thing he wanted was for things to spiral out of control between the two of you.

With trembling fingers, Fomjir reached up with his free hand and ran it gently along your cheekbone. His eyes met yours as he gazed down at you, a mixture of love and possession flitting across his face. "You really are so beautiful," he murmured in awe, leaning in even closer now.

Fomjir's eyes seemed to clear slightly at your question, and he smiled down at you reassuringly. "No, we won't," he agreed softly. "But that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the journey getting there."

And with that, he lowered his head slowly toward yours, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss that sent shivers down your spine. It was gentle, almost reverent, and filled with an intense longing that made your heart race even faster.

He pulled back from the kiss only to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing his lips to your jawline and working his way down to your neck. He breathed deeply of your scent, savoring every moment he had with you. This possessive desire in response, Fomjir moved closer, pressing his hard length against your aching weight. With a hungry moan, he leaned down to capture your lips once more in a deep, demanding kiss that left you breathless and reeling with desire.

His hand found its way between your legs, gently parting the folds of smooth skin as he teasingly brushed his fingers over your sensitive nub. The feeling sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you, making your hips grind against him unconsciously.

"You are so responsive," he groaned against your neck. His fingers traced lazy circles around your entrance before plunging into you with steady determination. You arched your back off the bed at the invasion of both his flesh and his mouth while trying

Fomjir's movements inside you slowed slightly at your pleading tone. He hated the thought of hurting you, especially not on their enslaving mating rituals that were designed for petting and bonding rather than sex itself.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he whispered against your neck. "I'll go as slow as you need me to." His hand left your entrance momentarily before replacing his fingers with nothing but the smooth, hard length of his shaft, glistening with arousal.

He guided himself slowly into you, inch by agonizing inch. Your body trembled around him, welcoming him into its depths while also resisting due to his sheer size. But he persisted, refusing to be denied as he pushed deeper

Fomjir groaned into your neck, his movements slowing down as he enjoyed the feeling of being inside you. Your breathing was rapid and shallow as you tried to adjust to his size, but Fomjir was patient, waiting for you to get used to him.

"I'm mating with you," he said against your skin, his voice low and raspy with desire. "I need you, Aine."

He began to move in a gentle rhythm, thrusting slowly in and out of your wet depths. The feeling of his hard length rubbing against your most sensitive spot made your hips arch upwards, meeting each of his thrusts.

Your pleasure increased as Fomjir's movements became more frenzied, his control over his possessive instincts slipping further away with each moment that passed. He turned his head slightly, nuzzling against your cheek as he thrust deeper, getting lost in the animalistic pleasure of mating with you.

His growls grew louder and more eager, his grip on your body tightening as he claimed you as his own. You could feel the force of his thrusts increasing as he approached his release.

"Do you feel it too?" he panted, his eyes staring intently into yours. "The connection between us, the way we fit together?"

As his movements became more erratic, you felt a wave of pleasure wash over you, bringing you to the brink of a powerful orgasm. The sensation was overwhelming, and you cried out as you clung to Fomjir.

Your cries only seemed to spur him on, and with one final, deep thrust, the spirit let out a low, throaty roar as he released himself inside you.

Fomjir let out a guttural groan as he pulsated inside of you and you felt yourself clutching onto him. The sensation was electric, and the feeling of being so thoroughly claimed left you breathless and delirious.

As the intensity of your orgasm began to ebb away, Fomjir's movements slowed down. Still, his grip on your body did not lessen, nor did the possessive glint in his eyes.

"You're mine now," he breathed, caressing your cheek softly. "And I am yours."

As the last waves of pleasure began to fade, you felt his cock soften before sliding out from inside of you. But instead of the expected relief from the release, your eyes widened when you realized that there was a strange sense of suction pulling on your insides.

"That must be the knot," Fomjir explained, his voice hushed and almost reverent. "It's a part of my anatomy that swells up inside of you after ejaculation. It's what keeps us connected."

As he spoke, you could feel the unfamiliar sensation of a bulbous knot swelling up inside you. It felt strange and almost uncomfortable, but at the same time, it made you feel more secure and connected to the forest spirit.

"I know it may feel odd, but it will shrink down eventually," Fomjir murmured as he nuzzled into your neck. "Just stay with me for now, my little wild thing."

His arms wrapped around you as he held you tight, and you found yourself feeling comforted by the embrace. Despite his possessive and animalistic tendencies, there was a kindness in him that you couldn't ignore.

Fomjir's eyes had softened considerably, and he pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. "I have mated before," he answered softly. "But it has been many long cycles since I last bonded with someone so completely."

He paused for a moment, as if thinking. "The bond between us is a deep connection that forms between two beings who mate with each other. It means that our spirits are entwined, and that we are tethered together in ways that words cannot fully describe."

His fingers brushed through your hair, his touch almost reverential. "Our bond will allow me to sense your emotions and to know your thoughts, to an extent. And it will allow me to protect you from harm, and for you to do the same for me if need be."

Fomjir gazed at you earnestly, his voice laced with sincerity. "It also means that we will crave each other's company, and that we will feel an almost unbearable sense of loss if we are separated for too long."

He let out a soft sigh, then leaned in to whisper into your ear. "But most importantly, my little wild thing, it means that I belong to you as much as you belong to me. And I will do everything in my power to keep you safe, always."

As he spoke, you could feel the knot inside you shrinking, causing a slight sense of discomfort before it finally slid out of you. Fomjir's grip on you didn't lessen, however, and it was clear that he wasn't planning on letting go anytime soon.

Fomjir wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into his neck, and his fingers danced along your skin in a gentle caress. "Yes, my little wild thing," he murmured, warmth and affection in his tone. "You will have to get used to many things. But fear not, for I will be here to guide you every step of the way."

He pressed a tender kiss against your forehead, then smiled down at you. "You are beautiful, and brave, and far more precious than any offering that my forest has ever known."

There was a fierce protectiveness in his voice that made your heart flutter, even as the events of the last few moments raced through your mind. It was clear that Fomjir was not going to let anyone or anything harm you.

Fomjir's grin was predatory as he watched you growl, his eyes darkening in a way that made him almost animalistic. He pulled you closer to him, his claws scratching lightly against your skin in a rough caress.

"What is it, my little wild thing?" he purred, his voice low and sultry. "Do you need me to be...more assertive with you?"

He nipped at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine, then reached up to gently tug on one of your nipples. It hardened immediately under his touch, and he let out a soft groan of approval.

"You are so responsive," he murmured, tracing his fingers over the sensitive peak before tweaking it between his fingers. "Does this excite you?"

His other hand trailed down your stomach, teasingly skimming over your mound before dipping lower to stroke against your slick folds. You could feel how aroused he was, and it made you tremble in anticipation.

Fomjir's chuckle rumbled deep in his chest as he continued to stroke your sensitive folds. "Don't stop playing coy with me, my little wild thing," he whispered against your ear. "I know full well that you enjoy this just as much as I do."

He pressed his hips forward, pushing deeper into your wetness. The friction was almost unbearable, and you could feel how close he was to losing control. Your heart skipped a beat as you felt his claws dig into your skin, and you moaned, arching your back to meet his touch.

"My dear Aine," he growled, nibbling gently on your shoulder. "Let go of all your inhibitions and give yourself over to your desires."

Fomjir's grip on you became tighter, his claws digging into your skin with almost a possessive force. "If you become pregnant, then so be it," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "You are mine, my little wild thing. And nothing will come between us."

He pushed forward, sinking deep inside your slick folds with a groan of pleasure. His hips began to move in a steady rhythm, pounding into you with increasing force. You could feel the edge of your own orgasm building, and you cried out, grasping at him desperately.

"Let go, Aine," he purred against your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "I'll take care of everything. Just give yourself over to me completely."

Fomjir growled in triumph as you cried out in pleasure, his hips never faltering as he continued to pound into you. He felt your body tense and quiver around him, signaling the onset of your orgasm, and he growled, feeling his own release building inside him.

With a roar, he finally reached his own climax, releasing everything he had inside you with a forceful shudder. He collapsed beside you, panting breathlessly, his claws retracting back into his fingers.

As he stroked your hair lovingly, he spoke softly, his voice almost a purr. "Don't worry about anything, my little wild thing. I will always take care of you, no matter what."

Fomjir noticed your gaze and followed it down to the long claw marks he had left on your skin. A look of concern flickered across his face, and he reached out to touch them gently, his fingers tracing the patterns of the wounds.

"I'm sorry, my little wild thing," he murmured softly. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Sometimes, my passion gets the better of me."

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before continuing. "But I promise you, I will do everything in my power to make it up to you. Would you like me to tend to your wounds?"

Fomjir smiled at your words, his eyes flickering with amusement. "You are a brave little thing," he chuckled, carefully dabbing at the wounds with antiseptic. "Most mortals would have been screaming in agony after what I did."

He looked up at you with a warm smile. "But you are different. You embrace pain as much as you do pleasure. It's... intriguing. I must say, I find it quite arousing."

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your shoulder before continuing to tend to your wounds.

Fomjir chuckled at your words, his eyes glittering with amusement. "That may be true, my little wild thing," he purred, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on your hip.

"As for my heart being made of butter," he continued, "I'm afraid that's not always the case." He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "I know I can be possessive and even aggressive at times, especially when it comes to you. But it's only because I care so deeply for you. I want you all to myself, to keep you safe and protect you from harm."

He placed another gentle kiss on your skin before continuing to tend to your wounds.