"As his senses screamed for penetration, he felt a thick wooden tendril creeping between his arse cheeks toward his entrance. He gasped, then bit his lip. Goddess, he wanted this… this beast… this spirit… this damned oak inside him."
Reader submission by vegetablerightsandpeace
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Bound to the Beast -- Kay Berrisford