Chapter Eighteen
Christa
Christa got the sense that Dougal wasn’t too happy about what was going on in his forest, yet when she’d invited him to meet King Asmodeus to allay any worries he had about the magic the king would use, he had politely declined.
He’d ambled off, leaving Silas and Dakata, grumbling something under his breath that Christa hadn’t quite caught. Because what she thought she heard made little sense.
“Why can’t he see it’s all the same?”
Same as what, she didn’t know and wasn’t concerned with when Wanda wouldn’t let go of her. Admittedly, Christa’s demon didn’t want to let go either, with the memory of how distressed Wanda was when they had translocated back into the forest as soon as her meeting was over.
Christa suspected Wanda had been much worse with how she had clutched at Silas, and the relief Dakata had not concealed at seeing her. She would need to check in with the trees too, as she had picked up on their unease.
“What’s wrong with Dougal?” Silas murmured, his gaze looking in the direction that Dougal had disappeared.
“I should imagine we blindsided him by bringing a demon king into the forest to protect it.”
Silas looked thoughtful. “Do you think so?”
Christa had no clue. She didn’t know the troll that well to make any suggestions. Wanda hadn’t raised a concern about asking the demon king to the forest and she knew Dougal well enough to have mentioned it, if it would be an issue. Wouldn’t she?
“What is worrying you?” Dakata slipped an arm around Silas, kissing his temple.
“I sense something.” Silas shook his head. “I’ll speak to him.”
Christa smiled at them both, not wanting to be rude and asking them to leave after supporting Wanda, but… “Thank you for looking after Wanda.”
Silas inclined his head, an ethereal smile forming that made her brother look at his blissful one with a smitten expression that got Christa struggling to contain her amusement.
“You’re both welcome, and it was no trouble when I got to spend some time with my sister.”
Wanda blushed a bright shade of red.
“We’ve been a little busy getting to know each other,” Christa supplied, wanting to take the pressure off Wanda when she clutched a little tighter to her, distress coming through their bond. “We’ll come and pay you a visit once the demon king protects the forest,” Christa promised.
He reached up and tugged gently on one of Wanda’s curls. “I’ll look forward to it.” He came up on his toes to press a kiss to Wanda’s cheek.
Dakata came and took hold of Silas’s hand. “I’m sure you want to be left alone now.” He looked directly at Christa as she nodded. “If you need anything, just let us know.”
“I will and again, thank you.”
They didn’t linger any longer and followed the direction Dougal had taken. Wanda ran her nose down the side of Christa’s neck, her breath tickling the skin as she inhaled deeply. “I need you,” she murmured.
“You have me, my love.” Once within reaching distance of their trees, branches formed steps within the nook. Christa carried Wanda inside, the trees remaining quiet. They kept their distance, giving Christa reason to pause.
Blocking Wanda, she reached out to the girls. I sense something is wrong.
We couldn’t console her. Her fear for you was too great. It consumed her.
Christa felt the clutch in her belly at their concern and how they would have lived that pain and fear with Wanda. I’m sorry.
No, beloved, you have nothing to be sorry for. It’s just… we have never failed her before.
You didn’t fail her. I felt the loss of our connection, as I’m sure you did, too. I miscalculated her fear. So I’m sorry for the distress I caused you all.
It was necessary for you to go. We know this. Protecting the forest and Wanda is vital to everyone’s survival. Christa felt their sadness. It means leaving us will be… difficult.
I won’t leave again, I promise.
You can’t promise this.
I can and I am. Her demon spoke for both of them. They could protect the forest, and initially Christa thought that would be enough to remove Wanda’s fear. This conversation proved her wrong. Wanda might never be ready for Christa to leave her and go to the demon realm. As she lowered the tree fairy down on the lush bed of leaves, the feelings she held for Wanda—for her trees—meant that offering this promise was the easiest thing she’d ever done.
“We’ll never leave you again, love.”
The leaves rustled and branches laden with fruit swayed in approval. Wanda’s mouth formed a perfect O as her gaze held Christa’s.
“I-I… really?”
Christa’s demon receded, her clothes disappearing as she kneeled down next to Wanda. The branches closed around them to conceal them. “Yes. I am yours and you are mine, along with your girls. I don’t have any needs beyond this orchard.”
It was the utter truth. Christa would talk about the neglected house some other time. For now, she wanted to give Wanda what she desired.
She brushed a kiss over Wanda’s soft, parted lips. “Lift your arms,” she requested in a whisper. “Let me love you.”
Wanda remained flushed, tears still stained her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy, but none of it distracted from her allure as a shy smile appeared when she lifted her arms.
Christa ran her fingers down from Wanda’s wrists, caressing the silky skin. Holding her gaze, Christa expressed how much she loved when Wanda offered herself in this way. She witnessed her breath hitch, and her pupils dilate as Christa caressed the sides of her breast as she magically removed the dress covering Wanda’s ample curves.
Pale, silky skin glowed with vitality. Her nipples hardened under Christa’s proprietary stare. “Look at you. So stunning. You take my breath away.” Christa ran the tip of her finger over one pink bud. “Spread your legs for me. Show me how much you want me.”
Wanda’s moan was low and breathy. Her thighs parting caused a tug of arousal at Christa’s core. Ignoring it, she knelt between Wanda’s legs, coming forward to suck a nipple into her mouth, her hair cascading over Wanda’s body. Using her tongue, Christa bathed the firm bud, feeling it tighten. She teased the tip while taking the other bud and squeezing it, rolling it between the tips of her fingers before tugging on it until Wanda was gasping, her full breasts heaving from the caress.
Christa scented Wanda’s increasing arousal. Cupping both breasts, she gently kneaded the flushed, warm skin, then switched between each nipple. Licking, sucking and teasing the tightening buds as they darkened with desire. She listened to every whimper, cry, and moan as Wanda shivered, her body pressing closer to Christa’s, her inner thighs rubbing against Christa’s.
“I can smell your arousal. Are you wet, my love?” Christa murmured, letting go and getting a moan of complaint. Her eyes roamed down over Wanda’s soft, full, flushed curves.
“Yes… please touch me.” Her eyes implored Christa as her thighs quivered and bore the proof of her desire.
A wicked gleam appeared in Christa’s eyes. “Let me worship you like the beautiful pillow princess you are.”
Wanda squirmed as she complied, and Christa’s breath caught at the gorgeous picture she made. Cascading curls fanned around her flushed face. They gleamed in the soft flickering sunlight that came through the overhead canopy, which dappled her skin with beams of light. Wanda stretched her arms above her head, revealing every abundant inch of her. Cream, plump thighs moved restlessly against the lush bed beneath her. Wanda’s sex was flushed with arousal and slick with the evidence of her desire. Christa’s body reacted to the sight, but she didn’t want to rush. She wanted to torment them both for as long as possible.
Producing a bottle of warming oil with a thought, she gave Wanda all of her attention. Flicking the cap open, she trickled the fragrant oil over her breasts. Moans poured from Wanda’s lips as it slid over the sides and down the valley of her breasts where it pooled. Setting the bottle aside, Christa followed the path of the oil, groaning with Wanda at the warm, slippery feeling.
“So good,” Wanda whimpered, her skin quivering at Christa’s slow, sensual, gliding hands.
Up and over her breasts, down the valley to her round belly, her hands parted to go down the silky thighs. Christa spread the oil, her fingers grazing the crease of Wanda’s groin, temptingly close, only to move away and tease them both.
She rubbed oil over every inch of Wanda’s body in slow and sensual glides, her fingers pressing firmly, then lightening the touch until Wanda was begging for more. Her hips lifted rhythmically when Christa ran her fingers temptingly close to her sex.
“Please… please… touch me.” She punctured each word with a keen of desire. Her belly trembled and her arousal thickened the air. Thighs pressing closer, Wanda never once reached to touch herself. She waited for Christa.
“I am, my love.” Christa ran her hands up the insides of Wanda’s legs, her oily fingers stroking down both sides of her sex, opening her. Christa held Wanda’s gaze and licked her lips. “Do you want my tongue? My fingers? Or my clit against yours?”
Wanda’s whole body shivered, and Christa delighted in the effect she had on Wanda. “Clit,” she gasped. “Your clit on mine.”
Christa gulped in heavily scented air, working to control her desire as she lifted one of Wanda’s legs to slip her knee under her buttock, bringing their bodies closer together. The oil aided in the move and got a barrage of sensual sounds pouring from Wanda’s parted lips.
Holding Wanda’s leg outstretched over the thigh under her, Christa rose and slipped her other leg over the top of Wanda, placing her knee down next to her hip. Coming across Wanda’s body at an angle, Christa could feel the heat from Wanda’s sex. Breathless with desire, she maneuvered Wanda until their legs scissored to allow Christa to grind against Wanda’s clit with her own.
“Ohhhh,” Wanda cried out at the sensual rub of oil, desire and skin on skin contact which also left Christa ready to spiral out of control into a world of bliss. She opened herself to feel Wanda’s pleasure and then fed back her own.
Christa sucked in a breath, released it, and inhaled the sex scented air again, defying her own need in an attempt to keep control until Wanda fell apart.
Wanda’s heavy-lidded gaze never left her, adding to Christa’s need to give her everything she desired. As aroused as Christa, the heat and scent from Wanda’s sex became more intoxicating with each breath.
Christa rolled into her, fucking her clit against Wanda’s, soaking in every whimper and cry. “That’s it, my love, let me hear you. Let me hear how much you want me to fuck you.”
Her body jerked against Christa’s as Wanda came, her whole body arched up, hung suspended as come soaked Christa, and triggered her own orgasm. It railroaded her as she clung to Wanda, the tremors of pleasure stealing her breath.
How long her body shook with the aftereffects, Christa had no idea, but her skin had cooled, and she could no longer support herself with her trembling limbs. Carefully moving back, Christa lay down at Wanda’s side, then, using the last of her energy, lifted Wanda on top of her.
She tucked Wanda’s curls behind her ear, exposing flushed skin and a serene expression. You are my world. Christa kissed the tip of Wanda’s nose as her eyelids fluttered open. “Sleep, I’ll watch over you.”
Wanda curled a hand into Christa’s hair and tucked her face into her neck in a move that flooded Christa with so many emotions. “I know, beloved,” she slurred, her eyes closing, “you are my world, too.”