16. Cass
Cass
It didn’t take a lot of convincing to get Linden back to his room before our real shift started in the conservatory.
I might’ve felt a little bad about pulling him away from the work he loved so much, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about that giant green cock of his.
I’d been picturing it in my mind ever since the night before, wanting to taste him again.
And, of course, I had some other ideas about what I wanted to do with it too.
But I was determined to take it slow, for Linden’s sake. He was new to all of this.
It was hard though, forcing myself not to jump his bones the moment I saw him. So, with every ounce of self-control I had, I led him back to his dorm, shut the door behind us, and flipped the lock into place.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” I said, my heart already pounding and my jeans tight. “It’s hard to think about anything else, actually.”
Linden’s eyes darkened as he looked at me, his pupils dilating with interest. “Yeah?” he asked, his voice dropping to something lower, rougher. “What have you been thinking about?”
I closed the distance between us, my hands already reaching for the hem of his shirt.
“About this,” I said, pulling the fabric up and over his head.
His green skin was already flushed, golden patterns flickering beneath the surface like bioluminescence.
“And about how I want to try something different today.”
His breathing had already picked up, his massive frame responding to my touch before I’d even really started. “What kind of something?” he asked, but he was already moving toward the bed, guiding me with him.
I pushed him down onto the mattress, watching as it dipped under his weight. He was so fucking big, and I was so fucking small compared to him. The size difference should’ve intimidated me, but instead it just made me harder than ever.
“I want to ride you,” I said bluntly, already working on unbuttoning my jeans. “But I need to go slow, okay? Is that alright with you?”
Linden’s cock was already hardening in his pants, creating an obscene bulge that made my mouth water. He nodded, his golden eyes tracking my movements as I stripped off my clothes.
“Yeah,” he said, his voice filled with barely contained desire. “But Cass, I want to talk about something after. Is that alright?”
I paused mid-motion, one leg out of my jeans. “Talk about what?”
“Just... after,” he said, reaching up and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “I don’t want to ruin the mood right now. But there’s something I need to say.”
My stomach did a little flip. That didn’t sound ominous exactly, but it sounded serious. And serious conversations were never really my thing. But I nodded anyway because I was too horny to care about potential complications right now.
“Sure,” I said, finishing getting undressed. “We can talk after.”
I climbed onto the bed, straddling his hips. His cock was already out of his pants, standing thick and heavy against his belly. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I found myself leaning down to lick it away before I could stop myself.
Linden groaned, his hands coming up to grip my hips. “Fuck, Cass.”
“Just you wait,” I said, pulling back and grinning at him. “I want to take my time with this.”
I leaned down, taking the thick head of his cock into my mouth.
The taste of his pre-cum bloomed across my tongue, sweet and floral like warm honey.
I worked my way down his shaft slowly, letting my tongue trace the prominent vein running along the underside.
His hips tried to thrust upward, but I placed a steadying hand on his stomach, keeping him still.
I wanted to do this at my own pace, wanted to savor every inch of him.
“Easy,” I murmured against his skin. “I told you I wanted to take my time.”
“I know,” he said, his voice strained. “But you’re making it really hard to stay still.”
I smiled around his cock, taking more of him into my mouth. He was so thick that even with his cockhead down my throat, I still couldn’t take all of him. But I was determined to try. My hand wrapped around the base, stroking in time with my mouth, working the parts I couldn’t fit inside.
His magic was already flaring, golden light dancing across his skin in those hypnotic patterns.
It was beautiful, actually. The way his power responded to pleasure, the way it seemed to reach for me even as his body lay still beneath mine.
I could feel it humming against my skin, my own magic responding in turn.
A quick glance upward showed faint clouds forming near the ceiling.
I pulled back after a few more minutes, already aching with the need to feel him inside me. My cock was leaking against his stomach, a clear indication of how much I wanted this.
“Lube?” I asked, looking around his small room.
“That I can do without help,” he grinned.
He reached out, drawing a small symbol in the air with a glowing finger.
Then, without a word, he grabbed my hand and ran his finger over my palm.
There, in its wake, was a trail of sticky, clear fluid that was incredibly slick.
I warmed the strange liquid in my hands before reaching back and preparing myself, not bothering to ask questions.
I worked one finger inside my hole, then two.
It had been a long time since I’d done this, and I wanted to make sure I was ready for his massive dick.
“You okay?” Linden asked, his hands moving to my thighs, his thumbs stroking gentle circles against my skin.
“Yeah,” I breathed out, adding a third finger. “Just making sure. You’re pretty fucking big, remember?”
He made a sound that was somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “I remember. Are you sure you’re okay with this?”
“Hell yes,” I nodded, fucking myself on my fingers, willing my hole to relax more. “Are you?”
“I’m excited to see what it feels like,” he said, biting his lower lip. “If it’s even half as good as your mouth, I won’t last long.”
“I don’t need a marathon. Not for the first time. You can cum whenever you want to because I’m not gonna last long either.”
He nodded, his cheeks turning pink. “Okay.”
When I felt ready, I positioned myself over his cock and slowly sank down. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, and I had to pause halfway to catch my breath. His hands gripped my hips, not pushing, just holding on as I adjusted to his size.
“Take your time,” he murmured, his golden eyes fixed on my face. “We have all the time in the world.”
Slowly, carefully, I continued to lower myself until he was fully inside me.
The sensation was incredible, full and deep and so fucking good that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
The whole dorm didn’t need to know what we were doing.
I wasn’t ashamed, but I didn’t want them getting a free show either.
This moment was just for Linden and I, nobody else.
I started to move, slow and deliberate, rolling my hips in a way that let me control the depth and pace.
It felt amazing. Better than I’d expected, actually.
The fullness of him inside me, combined with the way his magic was dancing across my skin, sent waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body.
“Fuck,” I breathed out, picking up the pace slightly. “You feel incredible.”
Linden’s hands tightened on my hips, but he let me set the rhythm.
I appreciated that more than I expected.
Most guys would’ve tried to take over, to thrust up into me so that they could feel good, regardless of the cost. But Linden just watched me, his golden eyes tracking every movement, every expression that crossed my face.
I rode him slowly at first, savoring the sensation of him filling me completely.
My cock bobbed between us, already leaking pre-cum onto his belly in almost embarrassing amounts.
The air in the room was getting warmer, more humid.
I could feel my magic responding to his, the two of them intertwining in a way that felt almost intimate beyond the physical.
“I love watching you like this,” Linden said, his voice rough with desire. “You’re so beautiful.”
Heat flooded through me at the compliment, and I found myself moving faster, my hips rolling in deeper thrusts. His cock hit my prostate just right, making me gasp. Once I’d found it, I angled myself to hit that spot over and over again.
“Right there,” I moaned, not caring anymore if someone heard. “Stay right there.”
My pleasure was building faster now, coiling tight in my lower belly. I could feel my balls drawing up, the orgasm getting close. Tension mounted with every movement. Linden’s hands guided my hips, helping me maintain the rhythm even as my legs started to shake from the exertion.
“Are you close?” he asked, and there was something tender in his voice that made my chest ache in a way I didn’t entirely understand.
“Yeah,” I gasped out. “Fuck, yeah.”
I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his broad chest, and increased my pace.
His cock was hitting deep inside me now, and I could feel the pressure building to a breaking point.
The room was hot, the air thick with humidity and the scent of sex and magic.
Electricity crackled through the air, making all the hair on my body stand on end.
“I’m gonna—” I started, but I couldn’t finish the sentence because suddenly I was cumming, my orgasm ripping through me with an intensity that left me breathless. My hole clenched around him, milking his cock as I shot my load all over his chest.
Linden groaned, his hips thrusting up once, twice, and then he was cumming too, filling me with warmth as his magic flared bright gold beneath his skin. The golden light was so intense it was almost blinding, and I felt my own weather magic responding, crackling through the connection between us.
For a moment, the world narrowed down to just the two of us. Just the feeling of him inside me, his hands holding me close, his entire body trembling beneath mine as he rode out his own orgasm.
When it was over, we collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, both of us gasping for breath.
My chest was heaving against his, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst right through my ribs.
The clouds near the ceiling faded gradually, leaving us in the soft afternoon glow filtering through his dorm room window.
I could feel him still inside me, already starting to soften, and I made no move to shift away.
Instead, I just lay there against his chest, listening to the thundering of his heartbeat slowly return to normal.
His arms wrapped around me, holding me close in a way that felt almost protective. Possessive, even.
“Your cock is huge,” I said. “Easily the biggest I’ve ever had.”
“Yeah?” Linden asked, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Is that a good thing?”
“If it got any better, I’d be dead,” I chuckled. “Dicked to death.”
Linden laughed, holding me closer. “I’m glad you liked it. I did too. That was the best orgasm of my life.”
“Happy to be of service.”
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just existing in the quiet aftermath. His hands traced lazy patterns across my back, and I found myself relaxing into his touch, becoming absolutely boneless in his arms. I realized, with a small jolt, that I never wanted to leave them.
Eventually, though, he shifted slightly. “So... about that talk,” he said, and I felt my stomach tense immediately.
“Oh yeah,” I said, pushing myself up so I could look at him. “You wanted to say something.”
He looked nervous. Actually nervous, which was weird because Linden was usually so confident. But we weren’t in his greenhouse now. This was uncharted territory for us both. His golden eyes met mine, and I could see him wrestling with whatever it was he wanted to tell me.
“I like you,” he said finally, the words tumbling out like he’d been holding them back.
“Like, more than just sexually. I know we’ve only been doing this for like a day, and I know it’s probably too soon to say something like that, but I didn’t want to keep pretending that this is just casual for me. Because it’s not.”
I stared at him, my brain struggling to process what he’d just said. He liked me. Not just wanted to fuck me, but actually liked me. How could that be possible? I did my very best to be the most unlikeable person on campus.
“Linden,” I started, my voice sounding rough. “I’m not good at this kind of thing. Relationships. Feelings. All of it.”
“I know,” he said simply, reaching up to cup my face in his large hand. “But I’d like to try. If you would. I know it’s weird with your family and the fact that I’m graduating at the end of this semester but… I didn’t feel right not telling you.”
I opened my mouth, then closed it again. My heart was hammering in my chest so hard I thought I might die on the spot. Linden was waiting for an answer, his golden eyes watching me with careful hope.
“I don’t know how to do this,” I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like, actually date someone. I’ve never... I’ve never wanted to before.”
“But you want to now?” he asked, and there was something vulnerable in his expression that made me want to protect him, which was weird because he was literally three times my size.
“Yeah,” I admitted, running a hand through my hair. “I think I do. But I can’t promise you anything, okay? At the end of the semester… I don’t know what’ll happen.”
“Why don’t we just see what happens then?” he offered. “But at least now we can approach it truthfully, instead of pretending this is just sex.”
I thought about all the ways this could go wrong. I could end up with a broken heart, pissed off parents, or some kind of trouble with the Dean for dating my new supervisor. Maybe all three.
“Y-Yeah,” I nodded at last. “I can give that a try.”
“That’s all I ask,” he smiled. Then, with one meaty hand, pulled me down into a very gentle kiss. “You really are beautiful, you know?”
I smiled, feeling my stomach clench. “You’re just saying that because I’m sitting on your dick.”
He shook his head slowly, those golden eyes never leaving mine. “No, Sparks. I mean it. You are really beautiful.”
I didn’t trust myself to speak. So instead, I threw my arms around him, my face buried in his neck.
This big, dumb dryad was going to make me cry, and that just wasn’t something I was ready to do yet.
Nobody had ever made me feel this way.