Chapter Twenty-One – Taran
Chapter Twenty-One
Taran
Tonight was about Thea. I gave her all she craved, made her come until she was out of breath, and when she curled up in my branches, I held her gently and watched as her chest rose and fell. I was going to watch her until morning. Leshy didn’t need to sleep. We slept when we didn’t have anything better to do, which was not the case tonight.
She looked satiated for now. I wondered if she’d want more when she woke up.
Her skin smelled divine – like sweat and my sap. She was human, covered in leshy juices. She’d drank my sap and milked it out of me with no restraint. How I wished I could’ve given her my seed.
As I’d fucked her wet pussy, I’d felt the seed grow at the base of my cock, until it was full and ready to be planted. As much as I’d wanted to pull my vines out of her and thrust my cock in their place, I’d had to hold back. It was hard. It was a miracle I even managed. But giving her my seed was out of the question when she was still talking about marrying that despicable man.
She’d wanted to give me her virginity, and I’d reverently accepted. She deserved this one night of pleasure before the nightmare that was going to be her life with that man.
The seed of a leshy was sacred. I could only give it to my fated mate, or it would be wasted and not even grow into a sprout. Besides, Thea was human. I doubted it would’ve worked with her.
It was a good thing she wasn’t my mate. How could she be when she was going to marry someone else tomorrow? The seed shouldn’t even have grown. Not for her. It was strange that it had happened now of all times. When I wanted it to happen, five years ago, it hadn’t. Though my metaphorical heart had been in the right place back then, my seed had been nowhere to be found.
And now here it was, causing the most excruciating pain in my loins, when I couldn’t give it to Thea.
I had to hold back. For the sake of my own values, of what it meant to be a leshy. Thea wasn’t my mate, no matter how strongly I felt for her. No matter how much I wanted her, I couldn’t bury my cock in her pussy. My vines were enough to get her off. She didn’t even know I had a cock.
She hadn’t asked, and I hadn’t told her. It was better this way. We were too different. We came from different worlds, our anatomies didn’t even fit together. Tomorrow, I would destroy this nest, and what had happened here would only live in our memories.
No, it wouldn’t have worked anyway. I kept telling myself as I watched her sleep, her eyes moving rapidly underneath her closed lids. I wondered if she was dreaming of me.
Thea was soft everywhere. Every time I touched her, I had to be careful. Given my natural strength, I could’ve easily crushed her if I wasn’t. While she was covered in smooth skin all over, I had my sharp edges, so to speak. I’d used my vines because they were the safest, but my trunk was dressed in bark, and some of my branches were positively dangerous to her. If I were to dig my cock inside her pussy...
It was impossible. My cock was covered in bark. It was made to go inside a leshy female, not a tiny human woman. Had I tried to penetrate her, I would literally shred her. Biologically, we just weren’t compatible. Some species of monsters were close enough to humans that they could mate with them. It wasn’t the case for the leshy.
Knowing all this, it didn’t make sense to me how I’d fallen so hard for Thea, and in such a short period of time. I blamed it entirely on the fact that I’d been all alone for the past five years. When this job was done, I would go back to the community I’d left behind. It was time to put myself out there again and find the one who was meant for me.
Plus, for the seed to grow into a sprout, the female I gave it to would have to first agree to receive it.
There were too many things that worked against us. Insurmountable obstacles. Nature itself was against us.
I should’ve never accepted this job. I knew that working with humans was a bad idea. After all this time, why had I ignored my own rules? So what if Thea was Bill Everhart’s daughter? What had I been thinking? That I would do something to her, or let a bear maul her to get back at the man who cut down forests left and right? As if that would’ve stopped him.
If something happened to Thea, Bill Everhart wouldn’t know why. He wouldn’t understand. He and his wife would grieve for her, then they’d go back to growing their company and making furniture not only for the US, but for the rest of the world. It was stupid to make Thea suffer for their sins. They were already suffering because of their other child, who’d apparently screwed up in some major way. Instead of taking a breath and asking themselves why they were being hit by bad karma, they’d decided to sacrifice their daughter. Anything for money, their company, and their old name they couldn’t stand seeing tarnished.
Thea stirred in her sleep. Her fingers dug into the branch she was holding onto, and I hugged her closer, covering her with my leaves. She was naked. I didn’t want her to be cold.
I hoped to all the leshy gods she would change her mind in the morning. I knew there could be nothing between us, but I wanted her to be happy. I wanted to deliver her safely to her father, get the rest of my money, and move on with my life knowing that Thea was safe in her parents’ home. That she was free to choose the future she wanted for herself. That one day, she would find someone who was good for her, and good to her. I wanted her to be loved and cared for. I wanted her to fall in love with someone and have the life she deserved.
She deserved the best, even if her name was Everhart and her father was a tree killer.
What had I been thinking? I should’ve never accepted this job.
But now that I was here and she was pressed against me, all tangled up in my vines and branches, I was going to enjoy every minute of having her to myself.