Christa’s Obsession (Obsessions #3)

Chapter Fourteen

Christa

Her awareness ebbed back into reality at the feel of a naked body pressed against hers. Blinking open her sleepy eyes, the dim light coming through the tiny gaps in the leaves and branches said she had slept some of the afternoon away.

In her long existence, Christa had never known both sides of her to be in complete harmony. If this was how Dakata felt, then Christa acknowledged that his actions in Dusken were more than justified. She’d understood it on some level, but now, after…

Her breathing became choppy at the desire to turn back time and make the fuckers who’d touched Wanda suffer again. That brief first touch they had shared gave them the blissful bond, but what they had done together—with the trees—had created a stronger connection that she felt in her soul.

Today, in that first touch, she’d felt Wanda’s acceptance, and it took away the pain of the initial rejection. Alleviated the throb of despair in her soul. Wanda and her trees had shown her they wanted her in a way Christa had never envisioned would make her body throb with such an intimate intensity. If Dakata had suggested she would want the trees to touch her, she would have thought him mad.

She could not deny that each gentle stroke of leaves and branches had made her clit throb and her core become so drenched with arousal that the evidence coated her thighs. A sensory explosion while Wanda had been lost to her own pleasure. That the trees would bring her the same pleasure as Wanda made no sense, and yet it made complete sense.

We are her. She is us.

Yes. I understand now, Christa replied, feeling the branches embrace her and Wanda.

Christa recognized that it wasn’t just her touch that aroused Wanda, that it never would be. Although they had tried to explain the familiarity between dryad and trees, it wasn’t until she witnessed it that she understood the full depth of their relationship. The bond was deep, everlasting, and extremely sexual. Evidence of Wanda’s desire for the trees’ touch was there on her thighs, on the folds of her sex, glistening in the sunlight when Christa had entered the nook. It was erotically enticing to Christa, everything inside her coming fully alive for the first time. She had merely existed until that point. She was now an integral part of the trees and the fairy that lived within them.

What did this mean for her?

Can I leave the forest? Dakata had problems, will I now suffer the same?

The trees were as much a sentient being as her, as Wanda, so she aimed her questions at them, feeling like they would be the ones to hold the answers.

They rustled around her. Silas has one tree, and though the mighty oak is one of the oldest in the forest, it is but one. We are four and Wanda is a special creature.

That may be so, but it does not answer my question, Christa prompted gently.

Do you wish to leave?

She giggled at the evasive trees and how leaves stroked up her thigh teasingly. It was easy to recall exactly what they had done to her earlier. How they had restrained her and made her body heat with desire. The stimulation to her body left her moaning, and a part of her continued to be shocked by how easy it was for the trees to arouse her with such little effort. She had never had anything other than hands touch her before. Christa’s curiosity, as Wanda lay sleeping next to her, became easily piqued.

When you touch me like this… she moaned, arching her spine at the leaves fluttering over her plump buttocks that gave her a reminder of earlier.

After Wanda’s climax, Christa had sensed the moment she had drifted off to sleep, her need soaking the leaves beneath her. Wanda’s touch to her horns, her blood coating the tips, made it impossible to ignore her own desire. She had lain down at Wanda’s side, her hand slipping between her thighs, only to have it plucked away by a very insistent branch. The same ones touching her now.

Would the desire feel the same again?

Shall we find out? They laughed while warming Christa’s skin with teasing strokes.

Wanda released a low moan, her body moving on the leaves, perhaps having felt something from her trees or Christa herself. She tilted her ass against the thigh Christa had between Wanda’s splayed legs, her arousal slicking Christa’s skin.

Breathing deep to calm herself didn’t help when all Christa could smell was sex. Looking down at the arm she’d placed protectively over Wanda, Christa resisted brushing at the soft curls her fingers were within reaching distance of.

I fell asleep! Why did you let me?

You were exhausted after—

You don’t need to remind me.

“You can remind me,” Christa murmured against Wanda’s ear, doing her best not to spook her.

“You can hear us?” Wanda squealed, twisting to look over her shoulder.

Christa nuzzled her cheek. I can. I’m assuming it’s because of your trees.

“What did they do?”

We did what you begged for.

Their answer floated through Christa’s mind, and she kept her breathing slow and steady to assist Wanda, knowing she was on the verge of a freak out. Her heart bounded through her body hard enough, Christa felt it beat against her breasts.

First, you distracted me, knowing Christa was in the forest. You got me naked and… A shiver ran through her as she broke eye contact with Christa. Y’all are very sneaky. We’re going to talk about this, but first you’re going to explain what you did to Christa.

What would be fun in that? We’ll show you.

Show me?

Christa felt alarm, but there was desire with it.

“Yes, they can show you.” Christa whispered huskily. The beat of her own heart matched that of Wanda’s.

With the connection to Wanda’s trees, Christa got the full sense of how Wanda felt about the trees touching her. The conflict came from missing out, not because she was jealous, and that made Christa’s thighs want to clamp together at how her sex throbbed with a vigor that left her with a deep ache in her womb. Her essence slicked her folds at images that came from Wanda about exactly how Christa would look with her trees touching her.

Going with what Wanda envisioned, Christa moved back and lay on her back. The leaves were as comfortable as any bed she’d slept on. Those same leaves moved to stroke over her hips as they had done earlier. The teasing nature was as arousing as Wanda’s attention as she moved to face Christa. She tucked a hand under her head, pillowing it, while her other hand slipped between her thighs in a move that left Christa conflicted because she wanted to be the one touching Wanda.

After we have finished, the trees whispered.

“Were you in demon or human form when they touched you?” Wanda asked in a breathless rush, clearly having heard what the trees had said.

“In my demon form, yes,” Christa murmured through a throat that was tight from desire. “Do you want my demon to emerge?”

Yes. Her demon side was eager for it.

No. It’s Wanda’s choice, not yours.

Wanda gave her a look of approval from being given the choice. “As you are, please.”

Her demon gave a dramatic huff, which Christa ignored when the branches took hold of her legs and spread them. Her bare mound hid nothing from Wanda’s searching stare.

The hand between Wanda’s thighs moved, her skin flushing pink.

“Let me see how you touch yourself.” Christa’s breath caught at the shy look Wanda aimed at her. She hesitated, remaining on her side, then shifted the top leg back, the knee of her other leg coming forward to touch Christa’s thigh, giving Christa an unfettered view.

The sight of her pretty pussy, wet and glistening as a tiny finger ran over her clit in a slow motion, before dipping down to come back up wet to her clit, caused the growing desire to heat her sex to a level that left Christa on the edge of a climax.

“So wet… is that because of me?”

Wanda peeking at her with a shyness that was at odds with the picture she made while she bit her lower lip and nodded left Christa having to resist touching herself at the arousal flowing through her. “Let me taste you, please?”

Christa’s lips parted as Wanda’s eyelashes lowered, wearing a bashful look as she offered her a finger that moments ago had been inside Wanda. Without hesitation, Christa sucked it, licking off the sweet essence, groaning at the taste as she swallowed.

Wanda sighed as Christa released the finger now slick from her mouth. “Rub my wetness over your pussy and imagine it’s my lips and tongue doing it. Unless…”

A look of expectation appearing along with a flush of pink rising over her breasts as Wanda shivered. “Unless?”

Christa gave her a sinful smile. “Come here and place your knees on either side of my head, facing down my body, so you can watch your trees touch me.”

Wanda’s hand jerked mid-air. The flush infused her whole body. “Ohhh.”

Come on, beloved, she knows what you desire.

Christa found the trees' encouragement as arousing as watching Wanda hesitantly position herself over her face. The scent of her sex was heady, along with the sight of it wet with arousal, ripe and swollen, wanting Christa’s touch.

The trees had other ideas. They captured Wanda’s hands, the same as Christa’s. Watch, they encouraged them both.

Branches covered in peach pulp moved into Christa’s view. The juice dripped onto her face as they rubbed the fruit flesh over the whole of Wanda’s sex. Moving between her ass cheeks to her clit, missing no part of her sex.

Christa opened her mouth, working to catch any of the drops as they fell from Wanda as the trees worked.

So caught up, she gasped in pleasure when tree branches squeezed plump, ripe peaches over her breasts, trickling the juice over them both. They rubbed pulp against her nipples, then down her belly to her mound. She arched in anticipation as she felt Wanda’s heated gaze on her.

Unable to look down, she could only guess how she looked when branches moved and opened her sex. She groaned in approval at the stretch and feeling of stickiness that teased her lips.

She tastes divine. The trees’ whispered words made Wanda’s ass wiggle and her sex clasp, making peach pulp fall onto Christa’s lips. She shuddered, her tongue chasing the peach, bringing it into her mouth. The combination of flavors left her straining for more. Her demon tongue, bigger, longer, reached where Christa’s human side could not.

It ran over the branches, pulp, and pussy with abandon.

So naughty. The trees swayed in amusement, the noise much like laughter as they moved around them.

Not as naughty as you are for teasing us. Wanda’s words came in whispered gasps as Christa didn’t stop tasting, her own desire driven by Wanda’s and her trees’.

“Ours,” Wanda whimpered as leaves ran over Christa’s bare mound, teasing the sticky clit as it throbbed.

“Is this what I missed?” Wanda’s words floated around her, but Christa couldn’t focus, couldn’t stop what she was doing when her climax hit. It blindsided her with its force. It stole her conscious thoughts, leaving her no ability to do anything but feel. To immerse herself in how her body wanted everything, all at once, as she came apart.

You are missing nothing, beloved. See, our demon is beautiful when she flies apart at our touch.

In some part of her, she registered what they were saying, but Christa couldn’t focus on anything other than Wanda’s pleasure. Her body shook above her, her cries desperate as release coated Christa’s tongue. The intrinsic connection made them soar together until nothing else existed beyond them and the trees.

This is all you will ever want.

In that moment, Christa believed them.