The forest hums with restless energy today—the kind that coils low in my gut and makes my cock twitch with anticipation. A storm’s brewing, and the air is thick with the scent of wet earth and something wilder. Makes me think of the way a body trembles under my hands when I’ve got them pinned to the moss, their cunt already dripping before I’ve even sunk my teeth into their throat. Nature doesn’t ask permission, and neither do I. But don’t mistake hunger for cruelty. There’s a sweetness in the surrender, in the way the trees bend to the wind and still stand tall after. Come to my woods with respect, and maybe I’ll let you feel what it’s like to be devoured by something that knows exactly how to make you beg for it.