Featuring:Henry discover's August's wooden body and grants him one last sexual wish. (Henry’s POV) I was sprinting to August’s room in Granny’s B&B. Emma wanted to leave Storybrooke with me and I couldn’t let that happen! We had to get her to believe! We had to get her to break the curse! I ran down the corridor and then worriedly knocked on his door. “Hang on!” I heard him call from the other side. I was wearing my coat, my brown scarf, a chequered shirt and a grey top as well as a pair of jeans. The moment the door opened, I began pushing my way inside. “August, please, I need your help!” I told him. “Emma wants to leave.” I said, standing in the middle of his room. “What? Slow down.” August frowned. He was wearing a black jacket over a dark grey polo and his gloves again, along with a pair of dark jeans. “You were going to make her believe. You have to!” I told him. “I know, Henry. I’m sorry, I… I failed.” August said, looking saddened. “Failed?” “I tried to show her. At first it was my legs and now… Now take a look… At the unvarnished truth...” August said before I watched him slowly pull down his sleeve. His arm… “It’s wood!” I gasped. It looked like a table leg! It looked crazy! “Yes.” August sighed. “All of this… I was right! The curse - it’s real!” I beamed. “You’re a smart kid.” August nodded. “And you’re Pinocchio!” I exclaimed. “What gave it away?” August said, sarcastically. “But why are you turning back to wood? Your story… You should be real…” “I’m changing back because… I haven’t exactly been a good boy.” August admitted. “And uh…” He then went down to his knees, so we were face to face with each other. His eyes were like blue diamonds. “Well, if the curse doesn’t break, this doesn’t stop.” He told me. The answer seemed obvious. “So we show Emma that you’re turning back into the puppet you were, and then she has to believe and when she does, she could break the curse.” I suggested. “I tried that. She doesn’t want to see, so she doesn’t. There’s nothing more that I can do.” August sighed. “I-I’m getting tired. It’s hard to ride and it’s hard to walk. Soon, it’s gonna be hard to breathe.” He admitted. “So we have to do something fast.” I told him. “But there’s nothing to do. And with what little time I have left, I want to spend it with my father.” August reasoned. “Marco.” I nodded. “Told you, you were a smart kid.” August smiled, before leaning in and kissing me. (August’s POV)
We both passionately kissed and his arms wrapped around me. It was more to comfort each other, than anything else. At least it was to begin with. I took his scarf and removed it from his neck, then also pushed the coat off his arms. “Hope you don't mind us having one last moment… Y’know… Before…” I whispered. “She’ll save you… She has to.” Henry said, looking sad. “Then all you have to do is be a better man than me.” I sighed, cupping his face. “But until then?” I said, beginning to unbutton his shirt. “Absolutely.” Henry nodded before kissing me again as I pushed his shirt off his arms. Meanwhile, he was pushing at my jacket, desperately trying to get it off me. I helped him out, breaking off and removing it. Then I also gripped the shirt I had on and pulled it over my head, leaving me shirtless. “Woah…” Henry muttered. The wood on my arms stopped midway up my biceps. “Not too freaky, is it?” I asked, self conscious, taking off my gloves as well. “Honestly… If it wasn't killing you, it would be kinda cool.” Henry admitted, making me give a small laugh. “It's okay. You can like it.” I smiled, watching his hands run across my wooden arms. I took hold of the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “Let's get you to bed…” I muttered. (Henry's POV) His wooden arms wrapped around my lower body and August lifted me up. We both crashed into the bed, with him getting on top of me, our lips hungrily attacking each other. His tongue was deep in my mouth as his body was rutting against me. Why did I find the arms so hot? Why did I find wooden limbs so sexy? Whatever the reason was, I didn't care too much, because I was busy focusing on our lips. Then soon, he broke off my lips and went to my neck and kissed it, sensually. “Shit, August, I want this so bad…” I muttered, feeling his stubble brushing against my skin. “Me too, Henry… Me too.” August whispered, beginning to unbutton my pants. Off they went, within seconds - even with wooden fingers he's quick. In a flash I was naked beneath the partly wooden man. His timber nails gently ran down my body, sending a chill down my body. Then, he took one of my nipples into my mouth and sucked on it… hard. I gasped and gripped his hair, meanwhile his fingers ran up my body and towards my mouth, before forcing themselves through my lips. I sucked on the wooden digits, as if I were tasting a pair of drumsticks, whilst he was swirling his tongue around my nipple. Soon, August pulled his fingers out of my mouth so he could lift my legs up, pressing my knees to my chest so he could see my hole. He buried his face between my cheeks - not wasting any time. His tongue was pushing so deep into me, making my nails dig into the bed sheets. His wooden fingers were parting my asscheeks and his mouth was going as deep as it could inside me, wiggling his tongue around. “Oh my God, August…” I whimpered, listening to his animalistic noises as he slurped and licked at my ass. “Yeah, Henry… Fuck, you taste good…” August muttered into my ass. “Oh yeah, August… Mmmm it feels good…” I groaned, feeling the wonderful tongue movements. “Yeah, Henry, you deserve to feel good…” August said, pulling his face out of my ass before climbing back up my body, then crashing our lips together. We passionately made out as August rolled us over, so I was on top. His hands stayed on my ass as our tongues played together, before I began undoing his pants. August watched as I fumbled at his jeans. I was kinda excited to see how much more wooden he was. I finally pulled them down, along with his boxers, revealing August’s logs for legs. I gasped when I saw the wood went all the way up to his hips, and through his cock. Even his balls were wooden, looking much more solid. “You literally have wood…” I half laughed, checking it out. “Not too freaky, is it?” August asked, insecure. “It's freaky but in the best way possible.” I smirked before wrapping my fingers around the base of his wooden shaft. “You're pretty open minded for a kid.” He said, impressed before I ran my tongue up the underside of his cock, making him shudder. It was interesting… It tasted of both wood and skin. The strangeness of it only made me more excited. “You have no idea.” I smirked before taking it into my mouth. (August’s POV) I watched as Henry swallowed as much of my cock as he could. I couldn't believe how cool he was about this, as I rolled my head back. “Yeaaaah, Henry… That's what I needed…” I groaned, feeling his warmth around my shaft as his head went up and down on it. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying it, running his tongue up and down it and flicking it across the tip, making me roll my eyes back in pleasure. “You're getting really good at this, huh?” I breathed, feeling his hand stroke the part of my cock his mouth couldn't reach. “Practice makes perfect.” Henry smiled around my shaft. “Mmmm… You dirty little kid…” I half laughed, feeling the tongue swirling around the head of my cock. He was looking up at me with his innocent, brown eyes as his ran his tongue up and down the underside of my shaft. “Mmmm that's it, kid…” I purred as his hands ran up my body, squeezing my chest. His mouth just felt fucking amazing - the way he tongue moved and the way his innocent eyes looked up at me was just mind meltingly beautiful. (Henry’s POV) Why did it taste so good? It was like a weird combo of wood and flesh but it still tasted so good in my mouth. It was so different and unique and I loved it. I was slurping at the precum that was seeping through - or maybe it was pre-sap? Eventually though, Pinocchio needed more. “Henry, you ready to let me fuck you?” He muttered. “Oh, fuck yes…” I nodded, desperately, before going up his body and crashing our lips together. We hungrily began making out and he soon rolled us over so he was back on top. I couldn't help but reach around to find out even his ass had become wooden too. As our tongues seductively played I could tell his sexual hunger just grew more and more desperate. He soon broke off my lips so he could reach over to his bedside table. I watched him take out a bottle of lube and quickly begin squeezing some out onto his hand. He rubbed it onto his cock as he lifted my feet up onto his shoulders. “Ready, dude?” August asked as I felt his wood press against my hole. “Fuck yes… I'm so ready…” I nodded. “It might feel a little weird… Y’know, because…” “It's alright… I used my mom's rolling pin once.” I assured him. “You little slut.” August half laughed before soon pushing his cock into me. I felt his wooden shaft start filling me up, creating the similar pain as always. I pulled at the bed sheets as I felt him go deeper and deeper inside me as his blue eyes looked down at me. “You okay?” He asked, however still letting his wooden dick disappear inside me. “Y-Yeah…” I stammered as his stroked my thighs with his oak fingertips. Finally, August was completely inside me and soon began moving his hips back and forth too at a slow pace. “Oh my God, still feels tight as hell…” August muttered. “Mmmm yeah… You still feel big…” I whimpered, feeling the wooden pole slide in and out of me - certainly feeling better than that rolling pin. “F-Faster, August.” I groaned. “Oh yeah, you good boy.” August smirked before speeding his hips up. (August’s POV) Fucking hell it felt so good. If this was the last thing I did before I died, I'd be okay with it. Feeling Henry’s tight ass swallow up my cock again and again as I was thrusting in and out of him was incredible. Watching his innocent face contort at the feeling of my literal wood fuck his prostate was mesmerising. “Oh fuck yeah, August… You feel so good…” Henry moaned as I watched his little body begin to shimmer in sweat. “Oh yeah, Henry, you like that?” I grunted, feeling the intense pleasure. It was nice to be able to fuck him in a bed this time and not in the toilets at Granny’s. “Fuck yeah, August… I love it so much…” Henry groaned, running his fingers through my chest hair. “Want me to go harder, baby?” I asked, doing so anyway. “Awh yeah! Fuck me as hard as you can, Pinocchio!” Henry blurted out. It was quite nice to be called by my real name for the first time in a long time “Oh fuck, you're perfect…” I growled before leaning down to kiss him. His legs ended up wrapping around my waist as our lips passionately connected. As my ass made of timber plowed into the boy, he gripped my hair, deepening the kiss as much as possible. (Henry’s POV) I could tell he was struggling to keep the rhythm of his hips as his beard brushed against my lips. I felt like I was in heaven as August’s branch continued slamming into me. His warm breath was hitting my face as his sweaty forehead pressed against mine. “You feel so good, Pinocchio... Oh my God…” I moaned, clawing at his back, feeling my untouched cock throb, leaving a puddle of precum on my abdomen. “You gonna cum for me, Henry?” He whispered, taking it into his hand and stroking me off. “Oh fuck yeah, August… I'm gonna cum…” I moaned, arching into him as I felt the climax quickly approaching. He crashed our lips together again as his hand became a blur, making me moan pathetically into his mouth. Whilst one hand gripped a bundle of his hair tightly, the other was leaving scratch marks on his shoulder blade. The ecstasy was overwhelming. From the feeling of his wooden shaft fucking my prostate, to the lips kissing me and the hand jerking me off - I didn't stand a chance. I tried to say 'I'm cumming’ into his lips but it was so muffled it was unintelligible. Though somehow I think August knew what I was saying, anyway. I began shooting my cum all over myself and even onto August’s body as I moaned loudly into his mouth. “Fuck yeah, Henry… You're such a hot little boy… I'm gonna cum so deep inside you…” August growled, as he began kissing at my neck. “Fuck yeah, August, do it! I want it so bad!” I begged, wanting nothing more. “Argh fuck yeah! Mmmmm take it alllll… Oh yeaaaah…” He groaned as I felt the wooden dick fill me with his ‘sap’. When he finally finished, he gently let his cock slide out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. (August’s POV) We both just laid there, panting. I looked over at the kid and couldn't help but smile at his face that showed pure bliss. However, I couldn't help but notice it faded into worry. “You okay, buddy?” I asked. “No… Everyone’s giving up, including you.” Henry sighed. “I'm afraid I don't have a choice. I'm really sorry, kid…” I said, rolling onto my side. “I'm out of Operation Cobra. It's up to you, now.” I told him. “I'll fix this. I'll fix you.” Henry said, getting out of bed, hurriedly pulling his pants on. “No way will that be the last time we do that.” He said, making me chuckle. “I believe in you, kid.” I said with a sad smile. “Good. Emma will too.” Henry said once putting his shirt on. He came over and gave me a kiss. “Goodbye.” “C,ya, Henry.” I sighed before watching him leave through the door. My last hope rested on that boy's shoulders.
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Ronnie
5/29/2022 11:42:46 am
Please update. This story is great
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