Chapter Forty-Seven
Dulce
Sun and Moon – Anees
I’m unsure what todo. Ver holds onto me as if someone will walk through that door and kidnap me. The likelihood of that happening twice in my lifetime is slim to none.
“Dulce,” she nearly wails, her eyes little black pools of liquid, the green and whites of her eyes completely gone.
She seems overtaken by something and through the bond with Vex, all that pushes back is possession.
Peering over her form, she doesn’t look different... yet when I take a closer look, the vines that have always covered her body have little flower buds sprouting. They’re nearly yellow, and new. I’ve never seen flowers on her prior to this moment, just the vines and thorns. The urge to touch the folded-in petals is hard to fight against.
They seem so fragile, needing care and protection. Once Ver’s mind clears, I’ll have to ask her about them.
“What do you need?”
Her eyes wander all over me, pausing at my chest. It’s like she needs skin to skin contact. We’re in the confines of her blankets, a little shelter away from outside scents and disruptions.
She seems so lost, wiggling and fidgeting beneath her clothes, and also adamant of me staying under these blankets. So, I do what I can, removing my dress to the best of my ability.
Her eyes narrow in concentration before her fingers deftly unlace the back of the corseted bodice, not even slightly as gentle as Vex was earlier. She’s quick and determined, and once she’s satisfied with the removal, she throws it outside the duvet and brings my body flush with hers.
She’s only wearing a crop top that leaves nothing to the imagination—thank Hades for that—and shorts that are easily removable.
“You?”
She frantically nods and begins shimmying out of her bottoms before flinging her top away. It’s warm under here but not uncomfortable. She’s the warmer of us. The rain and honey scent she has intensifies and my mouth waters.
Why does the thought of not tasting her make me want to die?
I wanted to move slow, get to know her, fall for her properly, but she smells divine, and there’s a need inside me to taste her.
“Can I—” I begin to ask, but I’m unsure what I’m asking. She lays backwards, widening her thighs. “I don’t feel right. It’s like I need to touch you. Am I drugged?”
She shakes her head, but it’s not reassuring. “Touch.”
I hold back, shaking my head and she whines like I’ve rejected her somehow. I reach forward, tracing her face with my fingers. She’s so godsdamned beautiful. As I’m making a pass over the other side of her face, she kisses my wrist, and I swear I feel warmth between my thighs.
I’m unsure what’s happening and why my body is almost primed and ready, no foreplay at all, and I for some reason will perish if I don’t have her.
Her tongue flicks out and she licks my wrist before letting out a pained mewl. “Fuck,” she hisses. “Please touch me.”
Those were the most coherent words she’s uttered tonight. “This feels wrong,” I whisper, needing her to understand my plight. Respecting boundaries and consent is super important to me, especially being a part of a kink relationship with Vex.
There’s a newfound clarity in her gaze as she flinches. “I-I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’m in agony, princess. Please,” she begs. Her eyes well with unshed tears.
“I don’t want to take advantage,” I implore, cupping her jaw. She rubs against my hands, her face hotter than before. Is she having a fever? Do Solerans have human-like sickness?
“I don’t want to jinx it, but I think it’s a mate thing,” she hisses, and then clenches her jaw, grabbing her stomach. “There’s not been one in my lifetime, but there’s a need to...” her eyes wander around my face. “To mate you.”
“I-I...” I stutter over the reasoning of why this isn’t okay, but her vines encase me. Some of the yellow buds spread a little, yellow as the sun, petals unfurling, making me gasp. The vines encase me and take the surprise off my brain. Their claiming is subtle at first, a little slithering across my arms, then it’s around my chest like a corset.
She doesn’t touch me, but when my eyes shut, it’s a connection like when I laid in the fields. Solera.
She’s fighting it.
“Fighting what?”
Pollination.
“How do I help her?”
Solera offers images of us kissing, touching, and then Vera’s body shifting, and then entering mine.
“How—” I start to ask, but it just keeps repeating the imagery.
Trust her.
My body tingles with fear and anticipation as the vines unfasten from me. Above me stares Ver. Her eyes are even darker somehow, hungry. Yet, she holds back, waiting for me to give in.
“Go ahead,” I encourage, kissing the palm she has on my face. She doesn’t say anything as she leans forward, her tongue flicking at the silver barbell in my nipple. A moan escapes as she sucks the pebbled flesh in her mouth.
Goddess, this shouldn’t feel so heavenly. Her body heats the entire fort of blankets, and I can’t focus too much on how it makes me sweat because her body touches mine and pleasure zips up my spine.
Hades, how does every touch feel like she’s pressing against my clit? My pussy clenches and wetness spills from between my thighs. It’s leaking, almost like it’s preparing for something.
“Mine, mate, mine.” Her words aren’t coherent, but my mind isn’t quite clear either. She slides down my body, her mouth kissing across my skin and then nipping at the soft flesh of my stomach. When her teeth sink into my thick hips, I cant and whimper.
Ver lets out the most satisfied growl, like my noises are enough to please the monster who has taken over.
Her tongue flattens, swirling around my clit. Our eyes meet as she holds my thighs open. “The thought of fucking you is the only thing keeping me sane, princess. I want to climb over you and take you.”
“Do that,” I whisper, loving the maddened look in her eyes. She licks her lips before closing them.
“No. Need to taste you first. Need to know what the afterlife feels like so I’ll be happy when I finally get there.”
“Oh, goddess...” I hiss as she latches on my clit again, swirling her tongue purposefully.
“Not goddess, Vera,” she growls, nipping my thigh.
“Vera,” I correct, throwing my head back as her fingers enter me. She’s gentle, yet demanding as she curves them inward, touching that fleshy section inside of me.
“Look at me when I fuck you, princess.”
Her command is forceful and when our gazes connect, I feel every movement of her tongue as if it’s magical.
“Such a good listener for her queen. Are you going to come for me, princess, and coat my tongue with your sweetness? Because you are so sweet. Like sugar covered peaches in a storm.”
Her words are like tender caresses and the pleasure is too much. The tapping inside me has an odd sensation rising inside me.
She doesn’t stop the rhythmic thumps, doing them at the same time of each flick of my clit. “Come, come for your queen,” she soothes, her mouth and fingers not letting up.
As soon as she slowly licks the bundle of nerves, flattening her tongue, my entire diaphragm shakes with the power of the orgasm.
“Vera,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
The only response I get is a growl and her soft suctions.