Chapter Thirteen
Wanda
Wanda’s eyes drifted closed because a part of her still believed this was an illusion. The gift she had thrown away in fear had somehow not vanished, and Christa had returned.
She lost herself to the feelings of desire for this demon. For the woman who accepted her and the connection she needed to survive in this world—her trees.
Warm, plump lips parted against her skin, and a tongue slid up towards the crease of her inner thigh. Shivers ran through her as the air touched the trail of wetness it left behind. Her body hummed in appreciation when Christa lapped at the essence which coated her thigh, inching closer to her center. Each lick sent tendrils of pleasure to her core, the wetness slipping free, making the leaves beneath her damp. She felt it. The heat of her own arousal throbbed in her untouched clit.
Wanda felt conflicted. She wanted to push up and encourage Christa to touch her more intimately. Having imagined her tongue on her clit, she wanted that, but also she didn’t want the soft, loving caresses to end.
Delicate fingers skimmed up her inner thighs, then fluttered down to her knees and calves, stroking the soft skin. Christa moved back up the outside of her legs, repeating the process and making Wanda’s skin buzz with flickers of desire as those fingers lingered close to her sex, not quite touching.
Her breath arrested in her lungs when thumb pads grazed the sides of her sex, deliberately pausing before sliding into her arousal and using the wetness to tease her clit, pushing back the hood to expose it to the air.
Wanda trembled at the delicate touch. At the feel of the air gently brushing her exposed clit.
“So good,” she whimpered, resisting pushing up in case Christa stopped.
Desire was a bright light inside her, like the sun caressing her naked body, heating it degree by degree. Wanda’s hands clutched blindly at branches, her moans escaping through parted lips. The branches wrapped around her wrists, knowing exactly what she desired. She wanted to feel their emotions, too. Her fingers curled into the branches, feeling alive. So very alive.
Can you feel how she touches me?
We do.
Her skin buzzed with the knowledge they were all connected. With each inhale, she smelled the richness of her desire as it slicked her sex. She could smell Christa’s, also. It was stronger, but with more sensual undertones than her own.
Hot breath touched her throbbing clit, so close but not close enough, as a branch snaked around her waist and held her captive.
“Lick me,” she moaned. “Please, I want to feel your mouth on me.” Her breasts strained as other branches cupped her. They pushed her breasts up as if in offering. Then leaves danced over her nipples when a tongue flicked at her exposed clit.
“Oh my. Oh, my. Ohhhh myyyy,” she gasped, held captive by her trees, unable to push up as the mouth danced away. Teasing her, teasing them.
The build of sexual tension growing inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. This was a passionate storm that thrashed and crashed inside her, leaving her desperate.
Mewling at the tongue dancing over the nub of sensitive flesh, her channel convulsed tightly, seeking more. So wet, her pussy made a squelching noise that grabbed Christa’s attention.
“So wet for me.” She blew over Wanda’s sex. The heat with the wetness made her cling desperately to the branches, her lower body straining to get closer to Christa.
“What do you want? Tell me,” Christa rasped sexily, more air hitting Wanda’s clit.
“I need you,” she answered, attempting to roll her hips up. “Want to feel your tongue inside me… your fingers.” Trembles shook her as Christa delicately licked up between her soaking lips, stopping before she reached her clit.
The pause was deliberate, as if waiting for something. Wanda’s eyelids fluttered open, she glanced down and became ensnared in the demon's gaze. Only then did Christa push her tongue inside.
Thick, mobile and so wet. The difference from the feel of a peach coated branch left Wanda’s body clenching tightly. The groan Christa released vibrated through Wanda and overstimulated from these new sensations, she squirted over and into Christa’s mouth. Her essence covered her cheeks, and Wanda’s burned with shame. Her eyes closed to hide from what she had done, her body stilling. Yet, she couldn’t escape or pretend how much Christa’s touch affected her.
The hands touching her quivering thighs were gentle, almost as if attempting to soothe. But Christa’s tongue pushed in deeper, lengthening as it thickened, causing Wanda to release a low, needy whimper at how it brushed over the sensitive flesh of her inner walls. Her body betrayed her as she reacted once more to the stimulation, her come filling Christa’s willing mouth.
Look at her.
I can’t.
You must.
Why?
Because she needs to know you want this. Want her as much as she wants you.
She did, more than she had thought possible. Wanda’s gaze returned to Christa’s. The air in her lungs got forced out in a shuddery exhale at the desire that burned in eyes that were almost black, the color consumed by dilated pupils.
She’s not upset.
So silly, why would she be when you are sharing this side of yourself with her? Embrace it. Embrace her.
Branches released her hands, so Wanda reached to stroke her fingers down the demon horns to the silver tips. The tips, sharper than she expected, pierced the pads of her fingers.
The motes dancing in the air came into sharp focus as she arched into Christa’s touch. Something fundamental inside her moved, like her insides were being rearranged somehow. She couldn’t catch her breath and every nerve ending danced to a never ending song of pleasure.
Christa was unrelenting in her quest to wring every drop of pleasure from Wanda’s body.
Moans against Wanda’s clit increased as the tongue moved inside her, lips sealing over her sex. Sensation after sensation came with a force that left her trembling, desperate, and unsure if, when it stopped, she’d ever be the same again.
Christa slid her tongue free, using the tip to glide teasingly over Wanda’s throbbing clit. It was divine, yet not enough. Despite that, she never wanted it to stop. Blindly, she continued to run her fingertips over the silver tips of Christa’s horns, encouraging her demon.
Each noise that came from Christa added to the feelings building like a tidal wave ready to hit land. It grew deep in her belly, gathering like a storm preparing to unleash itself on the demon tormenting her.
Branches clacked together and leaves rustled as her trees shared her pleasure.
“I feel their need,” Christa moaned against her clit.
A shuddery sigh escaped Wanda at the thumbs spreading open her sex, the tongue going deep again. It jabbed at her core, then alternated by sweeping up over her clit until Wanda's skin was dewy with sweat, her own essence soaking everything it touched.
“Ohhh,” she cried out at the fingers slipping into her willing body. Different again from the tongue, Wanda felt her world turn upside down as her pussy clenched, wanting them deeper. Christa crooked them inside her, rubbing in a way that made the pleasure become more centered on her throbbing clit. Her palm rubbed her wetness over her clit as she thrust. The slick sound of her own desire added to the music of her trees and their moans of pleasure.
She couldn’t catch her breath. Each fresh sensation flooded through her, leaving her floating in a web of desire that coated her skin with each feathery touch.
“You taste delicious.” Christa’s tongue lapped at the crease of her thigh and the maddening fingers continued moving in and out of her soaking pussy. “Everywhere I taste, all I get is your sweetness.” Hot breath bathed her sex, the hand shifting to expose her clit. “I can’t get enough of you, my blissful one.”
Before Wanda could gain any semblance of thought about what Christa said, she cried out, body rippling against the soft bed of leaves, her core throbbing painfully as her orgasm burst through her.
The tongue pressed and rubbed sensually against her clit, prolonging the feelings. Color burst behind her eyelids at the purity of her release. It flowed through her in heady waves. Her clit beat in time with her heart while Christa kissed her sex, thighs and belly, calming her.
Heavy-limbed, Wanda’s hands dropped and were cushioned by the leaves. Completely sated, her eyes struggled to remain open. Not an ounce of tension remained in her body.
“So gooodd,” she slurred, struggling to stay present, then gave up as sleep claimed her while Christa continued to caress her gently.