Chapter Thirty-Two – Thea
Chapter Thirty-Two
Thea
I knew there was nothing I could say to make it all better, so I kissed him instead. With all I had. My arms and legs wrapped around him, I pressed my body as close to his as I could, feeling the harness of his chest, his abs, his thighs, his cock... I wanted him inside me. His vines had been nice, especially for a beginner like me, but not enough. My pussy needed something bigger and rougher.
I traced a hand down his chest, lower and lower, until I reached the hem of his pants. He groaned and caught my wrist, but didn’t stop me, so I slipped my hand inside to touch his cock for the first time.
Talk about rough... His cock was covered in bark!
“Thea, we can’t.”
“Why not?” Though I was starting to get an idea...
“Because I can’t give you my seed. And besides, you’re soft, I’m not.” He squeezed my wrist, and I squeezed his cock in my fist. It was pure wood. “If we attempted it, you’d only get hurt.”
I pouted. “But I want you. I want all of you.”
“Even after what I told you? We both know we can’t be together.”
I shook my head. “Don’t say that. We’ll find a way.”
He kissed my neck, starting from behind my ear, down to my shoulder. I bit my lip and let out a whimper.
“My flower...”
His hands ran up my sides, then cupped my breasts. He pushed them up, but the corset was in the way, too tight and too rigid to allow him access. I reached behind me and started undoing it.
“Tell me we’ll find a way,” I said as I removed my corset, and he dove for my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth and teased the other with his long fingers. “Tell me...” My hands went to his horns, wrapping around the branches that made them.
“I can’t tell you that,” he whispered.
My eyes filled with tears. He kissed me, nibbled at my skin, turned me on so much that I could barely stand it, and yet broke my heart at the same time.
“My flower, don’t cry.” He took my face in his hands.
“I can’t stop,” I sniffed.
“Please don’t cry.” The vine that was his tongue darted out and brushed my tears away. “You’re hurting.”
“You’re hurting too.”
I should’ve put an end to it right now. I should’ve disentangled myself from him and crawled out of the nest for a breath of fresh air. My brain was swimming in lust, while my heart was bleeding. Because even if we did this now, even if I gave myself to him again, once it was over, nothing would be different. Our bodies were still incompatible, he couldn’t give me his seed – becausee God knew what it would do inside my body – and we couldn’t live here.
I couldn’t live here. For so many reasons. An oasis that was named after Taran’s ex-lover who’d been, essentially, murdered by my father couldn’t be my home. It would’ve been disrespectful to her memory, and also to me. Taran and I couldn’t be together in a place that reminded him of her at every step. Her remains were upstream, turned into an altar. How could I make a happy life here knowing that? No, there was no happiness to be had here. The oasis was not a home, it was a place for mourning. It was a gravesite.
I wasn’t mad at him for bringing me here. It was where he lived when he wasn’t on a job. My guess was he took a lot of jobs to keep himself busy. I’d asked him to show me his world, and this was a big part of it. It had revealed to me so many things about him. Like, how broken he was, how much he’d suffered, and yet how strong he was. His power of forgiveness was infinite if he could be with me, the daughter of the man who’d ruined his life. I’d never met a man like Taran before, and I never would again. After him, I doubted I could be with a human man.
“What do we do?” I asked between sobs.
He soothed me with his vines and leaves, drying my tears and brushing my skin so softly that I was soon covered in delicious goosebumps.
“I don’t know.”
“I want you.”
“I want you more than anything,” he said.
“Then take me.” In response, his vines snuck underneath my skirt and wrapped around my thighs. “I want your cock inside me.”
“That’s one thing that we can’t do.”
“Please...”
“You can’t take it, my flower. It’s too rough for you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Is there no way?”
“Not that I know of.” One vine pushed my panties to the side and slipped inside me. “But I can make you come. As many times as you want.”
I gasped as his vine fucked me slowly. “I want to make you come, too.” I reached for his cock again, pulling it out of his pants. “How about if I use my hand?”
He shook his head as he gently pushed my hand away. “No, don’t do that. It hurts.”
“Did I do it wrong?” I blushed. This was the first time I was touching a man down there. I’d had boyfriends before, but we’d only kissed. I hadn’t let them slip their hands underneath my clothes, and I hadn’t felt the need to do it to them either. “Show me how you like it.”
“No, you don’t understand. It hurts. The seed. I can’t come without expelling it. And the more you touch me and tease me, the more painful it is for me.”
“Oh.” I unwrapped my legs from around his waist and slipped off his lap.
He grinned and followed me, pinning me under him. His vines made quick work of my skirt, and within seconds, I was naked under him.
“One last time?” he asked as he stared into my eyes, his vine still thrusting in and out of my pussy. Slowly. Deliberately.
I nodded eagerly. “One last time.”
I was still crying, silent tears rolling down my cheeks. I couldn’t stop them. Taran kissed them away as he wrapped his vines around every part of my body – my arms and wrists, my calves, my thighs, my waist, my breasts... I was all this. I couldn’t move, and I didn’t want to. I loved how he made me feel safe, held and supported. One of his vines traced up my neck, over my chin, and poked at my lower lip. I opened my mouth and instantly felt the sweet taste of his sap.
This could as well be the last time I had sex. In my life. If I couldn’t be with him, I didn’t want to be with anyone. I didn’t think I could let anyone else touch me. I wanted Taran’s vines and branches to remain imprinted on my skin and in my system, and I didn’t want any other experience to try and erase them. Nothing could come close to how Taran made me feel, so why even bother?
Another vine rubbed my clit as a second vine joined the one inside my pussy. I still wanted his cock more than anything, and it frustrated me that I couldn’t have it. I closed my eyes and imagined it was his cock pounding me. I was his mate, and he was going to give me his seed. He was going to plant it deep inside me, in my womb, and he was going to whisper my name in my ear when he came.
My imagination did the trick, and I came hard, soaking his vines with my juices. He poured sap into me, and my pussy throbbed around his vines, milking them. More sap shot into my mouth. I swallowed greedily, and when he pulled his vine out, I licked my lips and opened my eyes. I was flushed with lust, shaking and sweaty. I was far from being done.
“More,” I begged him.