Chapter Twenty – Thea
Chapter Twenty
Thea
He smelled like the forest. It should’ve given me pause, but it didn’t. He leaned in, and our lips brushed together for a moment, then he pulled away to look into my eyes and see my reaction. I answered the question in his dark eyes with a nod.
He grabbed the back of my head gently, his spindly fingers digging into my hair, and pulled me towards him. I inclined my head and closed my eyes. When he kissed me, the pressure of his lips was eager and insistent. It was strange to kiss... not flesh. His lips were smooth, like polished wood. I placed my hands on his chest, and he was warm to the touch, sinewy under my exploring fingertips. He parted his lips, and something poked out of his mouth, seeking my tongue. I let out a small moan. I was hesitant for a second, but whether he felt it or not, he held me in place, and my tongue felt the silky texture of a long appendage with a rather pointy tip. I pulled away, and he let me.
“I’m sorry, I...” I covered my mouth with my hand, eyes wide at the sight of the appendage slipping back inside his mouth.
“I frighten you,” he said. There was sadness in his voice.
“No. This is just... new to me.”
“I’m not human, Thea. I can change my body to resemble that of a human, but I’m not. I’ll never be. I don’t have a tongue because I don’t need to taste and chew food.”
“I understand.”
He moved away, and I clung to him. I couldn’t let him go. I wanted him. But I realized it wasn’t fair to him that I’d asked him to be something he was not.
“Turn back,” I said. “Be a leshy. Be yourself.”
He shook his head. “I would frighten you even more. Your fear of nature... I am nature itself.”
I thought about that for a moment. What he was saying was true, so I looked within and tried to decide if I was afraid of Taran. He’d explained how his body worked, to some extent. He wasn’t a regular tree. He had sentience, he was a creature with thoughts and feelings, able to communicate his own desires. That made me different from the people I’d seen in Markus’s video, who were practically harassing trees, rubbing themselves against them and doing other unspeakable things. Taran could say what he wanted and what he didn’t want. Yes, he was nature itself, but nature in... another sense. Sentient nature. Nature I could talk to and negotiate with.
I realized that my biophobia was more about the fact that I couldn’t control the nature I came in contact with. I couldn’t talk to an ant and tell it, “Hey, please don’t climb my leg. I don’t like it.” And I didn’t know what mud and dirt contained... Thousands of microorganisms, for sure. I didn’t want them on me, that was all. So, I’d developed a fear of nature, which was, at its core, most likely, a fear of the unknown.
I’d been born and raised in a controlled environment. I’d been protected all my life. Shielded. As a child, my world had been devoid of stressors, so when I grew older, I couldn’t deal with things that threatened my pristine status quo. And that had translated to biophobia.
“Taran...” I crawled towards him, until I was almost sitting on his lap. “You could never frighten me. You protect me. I am safe with you, and I want you to feel safe with me as yourself. I want you as you are.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“If you change your mind at any point, let me know.”
“I will.”
I thought there wouldn’t be enough space for him to take his full leshy form, but he made do somehow. He filled the nest with his branches, leaves, and vines. His roots shot out through the opening, and it was as if I was in bed with a tree that had been uprooted by a storm.
“I’d never been horizontal before,” he said.
I laughed. “What?”
“Why would I be?”
“So, you just stand? For your entire life?”
His eyes were still human, and he rolled them. “Doesn’t a tree stand for its entire life?”
“Unless there’s a storm.”
“Unless there’s a storm,” he repeated, amused. “You are my storm, Thea.”
He reached his branches towards me, and I blushed when he wrapped me in his many arms. He was careful, but I wasn’t afraid of getting scratched. I knew he would do nothing to hurt me. Aside from his trunk, which was covered in bark, his branches were fairly smooth. And his vines... those were the silkiest. When one curled around my ear and reached over my cheek to probe the corner of my lips with its tip, I realized that was what I’d felt when he’d kissed me. He’d mimicked having a tongue with one of his many vines. I wanted to taste it again.
I wanted to taste him.
I opened my mouth, and the vine slipped into my mouth. I looked into his eyes as my tongue tangled with the flexible appendage. A shiver ran through me, hot and liquid. It coursed through my pussy, causing juices to release into my already wet panties. I was wearing too many clothes. As if reading my mind, Taran slipped two vines underneath my sweater, pushing it up, until it rolled underneath my breasts, and my stomach was exposed. He explored my bare skin with his vines, and it felt like he was everywhere. I sucked at the vine that was in my mouth, and that made him lean over me and push me onto the bed of branches and leaves. They creaked softly under our weight.
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want...” I gasped as his vine pushed deeper into my mouth, grazing the back of my throat. “I want you to touch me all over. I want you inside me.”
“Do you want my vines inside you?”
“Yes.”
Two of his branches immobilized my arms above my head. He pushed lightly onto my wrists while his vines undressed me, one item at a time. First, he pushed my sweater over my head. It got tangled in my hair, but he gently and carefully untangled it. He took his time, wanting to savor me. And I savored his every movement and gesture. My pants were next. He rolled them down my legs, carefully removing them in such a way that the splint he’d made for me remained intact. I needed it to keep my ankle tight.
He was just as slow and deliberate with my bra and panties. The panties were easy, but he struggled with the bra to get it undone. When I tried to sit up to help, he pushed me back down.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I’ll take care of everything. I’ll take care of you.”
“Promise?” It came out as a gasp. I didn’t know what had come over me, but those words – “I’ll take care of you” – made something stir inside me. My pussy was soaked, and my heart was beating just for him. In this moment, there was only Taran Sylvan. I couldn’t imagine belonging to any other man.
He pressed himself against me, his trunk aligned with my naked body. “I promise,” he whispered.
The bra was off, and I let out a small whimper. My body was covered in goosebumps. Taran was warm, but not warm enough. I was made of flesh, and he was made of wood. Now that the many layers of clothes were off, I felt exposed and vulnerable. I wasn’t scared, though. I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was patience. He was fully focused on me, taking his cues from my reactions.
I didn’t know what to expect. His anatomy was different from a human’s. I wasn’t even sure if he had a cock, and I couldn’t ask such a rude question. His vines took hold of my ankles, then wrapped around my calves, over my knees, up to my thighs. Another vine wrapped around my waist, and two more made their way up my chest, slithering between my breasts, then encircling them and squeezing them lightly. I arched my back into his foreign touch.
But as foreign as it was, it reminded me of something. My dream. I thought I’d dreamed of hands grabbing and rubbing me, hands belonging to men, but it turned out my brain had somehow seen into the future. The hands were vines, and they all belonged to one man – Taran. This was better than the dream, because it was real. This time, I was going to get the release I so craved.
“You’re beautiful,” he said. “I will fill you in all ways imaginable.”
“Yes...”
“You will take my vines. In your mouth...” He pushed a second vine in, and my tongue struggled to suck on them both. “In your pussy...” I felt a vine circle my entrance teasingly. “In your ass...” I yelped when the tip of a vine pushed my cheeks apart. To soothe me, he caressed my forehead with his leaves. “I will go slowly,” he said. “I want to possess you completely.”
I nodded, unable to speak with my mouth full. I felt the vine between my legs make its way to my clit. It slipped between my folds, rubbing me gently, spreading my juices, and when it reached my clit, it was nice and wet. The tip of the vine flicked my tiny bundle of nerves, and I let out a whimper. My eyes widened. I stared into Taran’s eyes, and he looked at me with infinite care and understanding, as if he knew how important this was to me. Losing my virginity to him was all I wanted. I wasn’t going to give it to Soren. He didn’t deserve it, and I didn’t want him anyway. Come to think of it, I didn’t believe I could let him touch me, let alone put his cock inside me. Who was I kidding? The chances of me marrying him were slowly decreasing to zero.
Taran flicked my clit over and over, until the tension built in my belly, and I felt ready to explode. I begged him with my eyes to never stop, but as I neared my climax, he pulled away. I bit down on his vines in frustration, and that made him chuckle.
“Oh, you’re impatient.” He pulled his vines out of my naughty mouth.
“Sorry. Did I hurt you?”
“You can’t hurt me.”
“Does that mean I can chew your vines?” I laughed.
“You can try.”
I tried to sit up, but he didn’t let me. I was pinned under him so thoroughly that I could only move a few inches.
“Let me have control,” he said. “Give in, Thea.”
He pushed his vines back into my mouth, and I groaned and choked on them. It felt incredible – to be held down and explored. He had so many vines that he could stimulate all my erogenous zones at once. Vines flicked and pulled at my nipples, battled with my tongue, brushed through my hair and massaged my scalp to soothe me, caressed the inside of my wrists, rubbed my clit and circled my entrance, and more vines pulled my butt cheeks apart and gently probed my hole.
It was too much, everything happening at the same time, and it was perfect. I was starting to get overwhelmed by it all, and he hadn’t even penetrated me. My mind was slowly letting go and shutting off to the rational world. All I could feel was him, and it was all I needed. I had no worries. No past, no future, I was firmly anchored in the present, and not even my own name and identity mattered. I was Taran’s woman, and beyond that, nothing else was relevant.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Will you let me have control?”
“Yes.”
It was hard to speak around the two vines in my mouth. I could only manage one word at a time.
Finally, I felt one of his vines make its way inside me. Slowly, patiently, gently... He was a little too careful for my taste.
“I want to tease you,” he said. “Don’t be frustrated, my flower. I just want to open you slowly, see you bloom before my eyes.”
“Flower?” With my tongue so busy, it came out more like “fo-wa?”
“Yes, my flower.”
I didn’t mind it. Compared to the more common pet names, like “baby”, or “honey”, or “beautiful”, flower seemed fitting in the context, and it made me feel special.
The tip of his vine slid inside my pussy. It was thin and flexible, and I doubted it had broken my hymen. There was no pain. It curled inside me, rubbing against my walls, exploring until it found a certain spot that made me shout out. I curled my toes and pulled at the vines holding my legs straight, wanting to bend my knees and... and... I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I tried to squeeze my thighs, but Taran held me firmly.
“You like that?”
I nodded.
“Then why are you trying to get away from me?”
That, I couldn’t answer him. He rubbed that spot again, and I arched my back into him. His vines squeezed my nipples so hard that it was as though he was trying to milk me. Another vine returned to my clit, flicking it fast. I was so wet that I felt like I was swimming in my own juices. There was a damp spot underneath my butt – I could feel it.
“Do you want more?”
I nodded again, even though I couldn’t imagine what “more” meant. Then he pushed a second vine inside my tight pussy, and I felt the burn this time. It was sharp, yet delicious, because it signaled I wasn’t a virgin anymore. I moved my hips as best as I could, encouraging him to stop being so gentle and fuck me properly already.
“Precious little flower,” he whispered. “Look at you. So needy, so desperate...”
He thrust in and out of me, in and out, over and over, while he steadily rubbed my clit, pinched my nipples, and let me suck and chew on his vines as much as I wanted. At some point, I could swear there was a taste in my mouth. Some sort of liquid dripped from the tips of his vines, and I looked up at him, confused.
“It’s just sap,” he said. “Leshy sap. Drink up, okay? Drink it all up, it’s full of vitamins.”
I blushed to the tips of my ears. Now I was glad Taran’s body wasn’t too warm, because I was hot and sweaty for the both of us. My whole body was flushed. I felt like I was burning up with a fever, but it was only lust. Lust like I’d never felt before. My brain was drowning in it. I could think of nothing else but the orgasm that was building inside me.
I swallowed the sap Taran oozed into my mouth. It was sweet, like honey, with a hint of green. Like a green smoothie with a generous spoon of honey. It was runny and slightly sticky, and when I drank it all, I sucked on his vines harder, wanting more.
“That’s it. You’re such a good little flower,” he praised me. “You’re going to bloom beautifully.”
He pounded my pussy, picking up the pace, and the vine that was positioned at my back entrance started pushing in gently. Only the tip slipped in, and I gasped in surprise. I hadn’t thought it would feel so good to be filled in all my holes. One vine was enough for my ass. There were two in my pussy already, and it was getting a little crowded.
“Gently now,” he cooed. “No need to rush.”
“Please...”
“Shh, little flower. Drink.” He poured more sap into my mouth.
At the same time, I felt sap filling my pussy. I clenched my walls around Taran’s vines, throbbing around him, milking him. The tension in my core grew and grew, until I exploded. I closed my eyes and let out an inhuman sound, between a moan and a scream, as my body went rigid, then started shaking with the power of an orgasm.
“Look at you bloom,” he said.
He didn’t stop. As I came, he only thrust inside me harder, one of his vines hitting my cervix again and again, until I felt it slip through my cervix and ooze its sap right into my womb. I opened my mouth to scream, and Taran’s vines moved to my neck. My saliva, mixed with his sap, ran down my chin. The vines wrapped around my neck lightly, gently pressing on the sides. I felt lightheaded. High. My eyes rolled in my head as I came again, so hard that my mind almost shattered.
My body shook, then relaxed. I was like a puppet in his embrace. He felt me give up completely and started pulling his vines out of me. I felt them crawl over my body, caressing my heated skin gently. His leaves started swaying, as if blown by the wind, but there was no wind. He was doing it for me, to create a breeze. I needed to cool down, so I closed my eyes and let it dry the sweat on my forehead, neck, and chest.
He held me with infinite care, brushing my hair off my face.
“Are you okay?” he asked after a while.
“More than okay.” I was mumbling, too spent to enunciate properly.
“Do you want to sleep, my flower?”
“Yes. Don’t go.”
“Never.”
I was sticky with his sap and my juices, but too exhausted to care. It would have to be tomorrow’s problem.
I turned on my side, found a branch that was the right thickness, and wrapped my arms around it. Just for tonight, I wanted to cling to Taran. I knew that tomorrow I’d have to let him go.