Chapter Twelve
Christa
To conceal her worry about how filled with conviction Wanda’s words were, Christa worked to contain her emotions.
Does that mean Wanda doesn’t want me?
When Christa had stood in the forest listening to Scott rampage off, she had noticed a sensation creeping around the edges of her waking consciousness: Wanda’s fear.
Wanda’s emotional upheaval slapped her hard enough to make her skin feel the sting, so she had run. Her heels left behind, no thought to anything other than protecting her blissful one, Christa’s demon half took control. Thankfully, it didn’t emerge, conscious that doing so might add to Wanda’s distress.
Whatever their intentions had been when she’d come to Wanda’s orchard, it was to protect, not to seduce. There, at her trees, everything in sight was normal. No visible threat, no sense of danger. It was when Christa had taken a breath into her constricted lungs she hadn’t smelled fear, only arousal. The difference left her rooted to the ground, confused as to the reason for the change when she was convinced fear was what she and her demon had sensed in the beginning.
When the trees’ branches had parted, revealing the hidden nook where Christa had initially seen Wanda on her first visit, her breath had caught at what she witnessed.
Wanda lay, eyes closed, completely unaware of her presence. Christa could only assume the reason for this was what was happening to her. The trees enticed with their branches and their leaves, explaining the smell that filled Christa’s nose with each ragged breath she took.
The scene before her was the most arousing she’d ever witnessed—been a part of. Just looking at the woman displayed—and she was displayed—on a bed of lush green, clutching at smooth branches, left Christa feeling intoxicated. Branches and leaves caressed Wanda intimately. Her sex, her breasts, the pale, luminous skin which glowed with flushed desire. Everything about the tree fairy left Christa breathless, but more than that, she left her enchanted. The desire was intense. She felt the wetness soak her panties. Despite that, Christa’s strongest urge was the need to cherish. To protect.
When the branches reached for her, to lift her inside, she had no power to voice a complaint that Wanda might struggle with her presence. When the branches closed her inside, the conflict became real. Wanda’s smell, how wanton she looked. The shy, terrified woman was now a sensual creature demanding attention.
The need to treasure the gift bestowed on Christa overrode her immediate desire to touch, to taste. So she’d kept a tight rein on both sides of herself, doing the sensible thing, not something she was used to.
Now she wondered if she had made a mistake and should have given in to Wanda’s blind demand while she searched for the answers, holding Wanda’s stare.
Christa didn’t know how to interpret Wanda’s expression and her demon’s impatience pushed her to speak as the seconds slowly ticked by. “How do you feel now?”
Wanda’s hair tumbled over her left shoulder as she gave Christa a look that left her with added heat unfurling inside her. “Would it matter what I want?”
“Yes, it matters to me, to my demon half.” A flicker of some emotion appeared, then was gone at the mention of her demon side, but Christa wasn’t fast enough to catch it.
“But we are connected… you touched me. I’m your blissful one, am I not?”
“You are. You feel it, don’t you?” Christa asked gently, terrified of spooking Wanda.
“We all feel it. You belong to me and my trees. They will want… you, too. All of you. ”
Christa had seen how the trees touched Wanda intimately. Had felt them touch her in her dreams, too. Would it feel the same here and now, with Wanda present?
It will. The female voice floating through her mind was that of Wanda’s trees.
Is this what she really wants? Christa had to know when Wanda wasn’t giving much away.
Do you understand we are all one? We will share with you, because she wants you to touch her as we do.
How?
We will show you if you accept us all.
Holding Wanda’s stare, Christa didn’t hesitate. “I accept you all.”
Wanda released a put-upon sigh. “My trees, they are impatient.”
Christa’s laughter was bold and shook the surrounding leaves.
“You accept my trees too? Our bond? Their touch and mine… together?” Wanda’s voice deepened, her eyes glowed, and in their depth, Christa saw the essence of her dryad spirit.
Her sex grew wet with arousal at what they meant.
Your scent entices us. All of us. We want to see your demon.
“My trees are very…”
“Chatty?” Christa supplied impishly when Wanda’s blush deepened.
“Persistent is more apt.”
“Do you wish to see my demon half?” Her demon side was all for it. Wanda’s hesitation was brief but noticeable before she nodded. “Are you sure?”
“Yes… yes we are.”
When Wanda included the trees, Christa’s demon didn’t wait for a second invitation. The tree branches altered to accommodate her size. They shifted without clothes, their hair flowing over her ample breasts, her hips nestled against the surprisingly lush leaves as she sat cross-legged, revealing all of herself to Wanda.
Did you have to sit like that?
It’s comfortable, her demon replied.
You’re flirting.
Maybe.
We like it, the trees murmured.
See.
“You’re big…” Wanda said, not moving away now they were closer, knees nearly touching.
“In this form, yes. I’m the same size as my brothers. Is it off-putting?” Please don’t let it be.
Christa’s human side didn’t share her thoughts, waiting and watching Wanda carefully for any fear so she could shift back if needed.
“No… no it’s not.” Her gaze moved up to where Christa’s horns were. “Is there a reason for the silver tips on your horns?”
She leaned closer, flicking her hair over her shoulder when it fell forward. “They hold my strength.”
Wanda’s eyes were no longer on the horns, but on Christa’s bare breasts.
“Do you want to touch?” Christa’s demon was referring to the horns.
Wanda chewed on her bottom lip, lifting a hand, trailing a finger over the dark red nipple closest to her.
“N…” Don’t you say a word to put her off.
Christa shivered at how the simple touch amplified the arousal humming through her from earlier. She couldn't swallow with how much she wanted those tiny hands to keep exploring.
Wanda made a noise in her throat, much like a moan. “Your skin is so silky soft. Your scent, it…” More blushing as her tiny fingertip ran over the tip of Christa’s nipple, causing a fresh flood of desire and it to tighten. “Makes me want to…”
Christa waited, then, when she realized Wanda wasn’t going to say more, shielding her expression, suggested, “Come closer to see where the smell is strongest? It’s what I want to do to you.”
“You do?” Wanda squeaked, but the exploring fingers grew bolder, gliding over the warm flesh, cupping and taking the weight of Christa’s breast in her palm. The abundance overflowed around small fingers. The contrast between their skin color added another element to Christa’s desire. Wanda’s pale skin contrasted beautifully against the dark red.
“I do. Can I touch you, too?” Don’t forget the trees. “Touch your trees?”
“We’d like that.”
The words had barely left Wanda’s lips when leaves fluttered against Christa’s sides, roaming down her legs, Wanda’s gaze following the path they took. Wanda’s other hand joined the first one and cupped her other breast.
She made these delightful noises that made Christa’s sex throb. The desire pooled deep within and glistened on her inner thighs. Her body was hairless, so her desire was not concealed, if Wanda looked.
How Christa’s human side felt about this differed from her demon, who wanted Wanda to know exactly what her touch was doing. She might not like you being so daring!
She does.
When thumbs circled her nipples, the bold move combined with the shy look she wore had Christa moaning, unable to deny the truth. Wanda wanted this.
Reaching for the hem of Wanda’s dress, when she realized she’d gotten distracted, it disappeared before she could assist her in removing it. All the beautiful pale curves were back on show, and this time, Christa allowed herself to explore fully.
“You are so beautiful.” Christa mimicked what Wanda was doing. Her breasts were smaller but no less full. The scent of peaches and arousal coming from her brought with it the desire to taste. “I want to taste you.”
Wanda moved back, flushed with heavy-lidded eyes, her hands leaving Christa’s breasts. She lay down, the bed of leaves expanding to make more room for them both. Christa became fascinated for a moment by how everything relocated without effort around them.
The questions she had could wait. Christa’s attention returned to the tiny dryad. Tumbling curls glimmered as if threaded with spun gold against the green bed when her arms lifted over her head. Her eyelashes dipped as she parted her thighs, offering Christa a chance to gaze upon her in all her naked glory as she took hold of a branch. Her body displayed, each curve, dip, and line, was there for Christa to treasure.
“I could look at you always and never grow tired.” Christa came forward and Wanda moaned at the soft skim of warm lips moving over her thigh.
She’d imagined this, but the reality was nothing as she imagined. The skin was as soft as that of a peach. The scent was subtle, not all peach. Underlying it, there was a delicate herb scent. Erotic and spicy when combined with her arousal that Christa could see glistening between her folds, on her thighs. “You smell so good.”