9. Juniper
Juniper
V iggo and I talk for hours. At one point he unbuttons his shirt and displays the most impressive torso I’ve ever seen, every defined muscle designed to cause maximum salivation.
We’re obvious in our touches, growing bolder with each minute that passes, but I’m also really enjoying his company.
Viggo’s so sweet, goofy in the most endearing way, and just the right amount of shy mixed with confidence.
It’s going to be hard to walk away in the morning.
From the main party, a familiar tune reaches my ears and I whip my head around to see what’s happening.
“Viggo, they’re singing Happy Birthday to Doc Calla. Let’s go.”
“Is it time already?” he asks, slipping his lower half out of the water and quickly shifting into his human appearance. I try not to look at his cock, but it’s impossible not to.
Like his tentacles, his purple shaft is thick at the base with two lines of suckers forming a salacious ladder from the bottom all the way up.
But where his tentacles end in a tapered tip, his cock is crowned with a very impressive bulbous head.
It’s almost round in appearance with three concentric rings of suckers circling a slit leaking dark and glowy kraken cum.
That thing is going to feel spectacular inside of me, much better than any of my dildos at home.
“Keep looking at me like that and we’re not making it to the party,” Viggo says in a low voice before pulling his pants up. He takes care with his cock, hissing a breath as he tucks it into the waistband of his shorts.
“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me,” I say as he helps me up, then I quickly pull him down to me, pressing a hard kiss to his lips before I run off laughing toward the party.
Viggo doesn’t take long to catch up, wrapping his arms around me as he pulls me up. I giggle and squirm, enjoying that his playfulness matches mine.
A few creatures’ heads turn to us, but there are no signs of judgment, just welcoming smiles, making me appreciate the Starry Hill community even more.
By the time we make it to the main area, the birthday song has ended and they’ve started cutting the cake. When I look around us, I note that the sun has dipped below the horizon and the first stars are already winking down at us.
“Did you know the sun has set? When did that happen?” I ask Viggo, one arm slung around his waist, hand hooked into the back of his waistband.
Viggo’s hand on my shoulder tightens as he pulls me closer to him. “While I was falling in love with you.” He says it so nonchalantly that I almost doubt that I heard him. But he doesn’t take it back or correct himself.
Before I can question the statement more, a gorgeous willowy female dances toward us, arms outstretched. Her knee-length hair swishes behind her, her viny bracelets mesmerizing me as she gets closer.
Viggo introduces us, “Juniper, this is Annamae. She’s the dryad who runs The Flowering Teapot with her husband, Richard.”
Annamae smiles serenely at me as she says, “You are most beautiful, sweet Juniper. Can I gift you with a flower crown? I’ve been making them for all the guests and you would look ravishing with one. What do you think, Viggo?”
“She already looks ravishing,” he answers easily, “but I think a queen such as herself deserves a crown.”
Annamae waves her hands and conjures up plants out of thin air, weaving them together in shades of green, purple, and pink. My jaw unhinges as the crown quickly comes together, perfectly tailored to me.
In no time at all, it’s complete and Annamae is handing it over. “I took inspiration from your name and used sprigs of Juniper as the base. I added sea lavender to complement your hair, and rugosa roses for a pop of color.”
My eyes mist as I place the crown of green, purple, and pink on my head. “Thank you so much. It’s beyond beautiful. May I hug you?”
“Oh, yes, please! I welcome hugs!” Annamae embraces me with so much warmth that I melt against her—physically, emotionally, and mentally.
A chasm forms in my remaining defenses as I tumble further in love with Starry Hill. I will never forget this moment—the moment I realized I really wanted to be part of this community. I don’t know how I can make it work with my shop in the city, but I’ll make a plan.
It’s like Annamae knows something has shifted inside of me, because she releases me with a final squeeze and a nod of understanding before wordlessly waltzing off to the next group of creatures.
I turn toward Viggo and place my hands on his waist, my fingers resting against the sharp V of his hips. “I like Starry Hill,” I state simply, hoping he gets everything I’m trying to say.
Viggo brushes the hair out of my face and cups my jaw. “Good. I think Starry Hill really likes you too.”
Without having to exchange another word, he slings his other arm around my waist and starts swaying to the music. One song leads to another, and we keep dancing.
Creatures mingle about, children go home, and the beat picks up.
Viggo and I dance and dance and dance.
I don’t know where my body ends and his starts as we grind against each other, hands roaming, teasing, promising, but never going too far. I’m breathless, delirious with joy and lust. And hot.
“Let’s go swimming,” I say against Viggo’s ear, then take his hand as I lead him toward his favorite spot.
Out here, it’s dark, the bonfires behind us providing just enough light to guide me in the right direction.
When we reach the picnic basket, I shimmy my shorts down until I’m standing in just my underwear. Viggo pauses, enraptured as his eyes trace every inch of me. I grip the bottom of my shirt and tug up, stripping it off and throwing it to the side.
Viggo moves forward as if in a trance, his fingers lightly skimming across the ocean-themed tattoo decorating the skin under my breasts.
“You’re absolutely perfect. Just look at this scallop. And the jewels,” he whispers as he follows the delicate lines that span half the width of my torso.
A scallop centers the tattoo between my breasts, hugged by a starfish on either side. Dainty dotted lines curve under each breast, tiny jewels dripping down to form an intricate pattern.
“I thought you might appreciate it,” I say and lean into his hand. He cups my breast and runs his thumb over my hard nipple, making me shiver at the touch.
“Panties off, my treasure. And in the water,” he commands.
I don’t have to think about my actions, I just do as he says. We both rid ourselves of all our clothes and I ball up my damp panties, placing them in the pocket of my shorts before putting everything together with his clothes.
Viggo plops in with a faint splash, then holds his hands out for me.
I lower myself down, the cool water a silky embrace to my heated skin.
Like my body has a mind of its own, my arms fling around Viggo’s neck and my legs automatically wrap around his waist. Even though I’m a good swimmer, I cling to Viggo like he’s my lifeboat.
Viggo holds me close, his arms a safe harbor as we wade into deeper water. The lights and sounds from the party fade away until only the stars in the dark sky and the gentle sounds of lapping waves accompany us.
One by one, Viggo curls a tentacle around a different part of my body, letting me feel him bit by bit.
My ankles.
My upper arms.
My thighs.
One around my waist.
One crawling closer toward where I need him most.
“Yes,” I gasp as it glides against my pussy.
“Do you want more, my Juniper?” Viggo asks in the most sultry voice I’ve ever heard, dragging his soft stubble against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Gripping his hair with one hand, I bring his mouth to mine and say against his lips, “I want your cock.”
Viggo bites gently on my bottom lip, sucking the flesh into his mouth before releasing it. “You’ll get my cock. But you’ll have to be patient. I need to work you up to taking it. You saw how big my crown is, yes?”
This time, I’m the one biting his lip. “Yes. I know it’s going to feel amazing.”
Viggo places a finger under my chin and forces my gaze to meet his.
“I’ll make it feel amazing for you,” he promises solemnly.
“But first I have to stretch you a bit. I felt how tight this pussy was earlier and I don’t want to hurt you.
I want you to come on my tentacles first. Get nice and wet for me, then I’m going to glide my cock into your sweet cunt and fuck you until dawn. Does that sound good, my treasure?”
My pussy just about weeps happy horny juices at that. “Yes to everything. I trust you.”
Viggo lets out a delicious low moan and the tentacle against my pussy latches onto my clit and gives a gentle suck.
Aware that noise travels across water, I bite down on my lips to keep any sounds from escaping, but a tiny whimper makes itself heard.
“Is it difficult to be quiet when I’m making you feel good?” Viggo asks, another tentacle slowly pushing into my pussy as the first draws languid circles around my throbbing clit.
“Yes,” I whisper desperately.
Viggo’s tentacles pause. “Do you want me to fill your mouth while I fill your pussy?”
My head bobs enthusiastically. “Yes. Please.”
“Anything else you want stuffed?” Viggo asks, one tentacle snaking up toward my back hole.
I try to angle my hips toward it, wanting, needing more of him. All of him. “Yes. I want to feel you everywhere.”
“Fuck, Juniper,” Viggo groans in a voice raw with lust. “You couldn’t be more perfect if I designed you myself. My tentacles are made to worship you. All of you. I’ll go slow, but just tap me twice at any time and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
The tentacles around my limbs tighten ever so slightly. “Okay? I need your full consent, my treasure.”
I blink away the haze of my desire just long enough to verbalize my total consent and surrender to Viggo. “I’ll tap twice if I want you to stop. Fill me with your tentacles, Viggo. Stuff me full. Everywhere. Please.”
In the dim light, I see the way Viggo closes his eyes and gathers himself before he opens them again, a fire of passion blazing in their depths.
This is going to be fun.