Chapter Thirty-Three – Taran
Chapter Thirty-Three
Taran
My pain mounted with her pleasure. She came once, and the seed throbbed inside me, eager to shoot out, sensing her fertile womb. I held back, even if it felt like it would kill me. Thea squirmed and arched, trembled and whimpered, and I fucked her without stopping, not giving her a chance to breathe. She came a second time, and her body squeezed around my vines. I teased her back entrance with the tip of another, and she opened up for me, her puckered hole practically swallowing me. Within minutes, she was coming again.
“What about you?” she breathed, barely coherent. Her eyes couldn’t focus on mine. It was as if she were high.
“Don’t worry about me.”
“I want you to feel good, too.”
“Your pleasure gives me pleasure.” And a lot of pain. I didn’t say that out loud.
She tried to reach for my cock again. It was hard and exposed, a long, bark-covered stump that was pointing at her.
“Just let me–”
“No.” I stopped her, wrapping a vine around her wrists and returning her hand where it belonged, above her head. It had been my fault I’d let go at some point and given her space to move. “Stay there and take what I’m giving you.”
I pushed a vine deep into her mouth, making her choke on it. Instead of complaining, she moaned, and I poured sap down her throat, knowing that was what she wanted.
Her pussy was full of my sap. Compared to human sperm, it didn’t contain anything that could make her pregnant. I could fill her with it, give her orgasm after orgasm, mark her until she smelled like me, all with zero consequences. She produced her own juices, like leshy females produced their own sap. I tasted her with all my being. I didn’t need a mouth and a tongue to lick her and drink her, because I could consume her through every inch of my body that came in contact with her wetness. Her pussy tasted sweet and tangy, her tears were salty, and her saliva was starting to taste like my sap.
“My flower, do you want me to fill your ass?”
She nodded. It wasn’t enough for me. I wanted her to fully understand what I meant and tell me she needed it.
“Do you want me to pour sap into your ass, pretty flower?”
“Mmph... yes,” she moaned around the vine in her mouth. Sap spilled out, coating her chin.
“You look amazing right now,” I said. “If only you could see yourself.” She blushed, and that made me chuckle. “Are you ready?”
She nodded. At this point, my vines were fucking her three holes, keeping a steady rhythm. I didn’t stop for a second. Her body arched and her hips moved, though I made sure to limit her freedom. I liked to see her sprawled out, at my mercy, unable to escape me – not that she wanted to.
“Do you want me to pour sap into all your tight holes?”
“Mmph... mmm... yes...”
“My flower,” I said, moving my vines faster and faster. “Bloom for me.”
I shot sap out of all the vines that were inside her, and she let out a muffled scream as her body convulsed with a powerful orgasm. It was so intense that her eyes rolled in her head, and she couldn’t swallow all the liquid in her mouth. Her pussy was full, and sap started gushing out of her as I moved my vines in and out, in and out. She was a soaked mess, shaking and moaning, and for a moment I thought she was going to pass out. I stopped, fearing it was too much.
She trembled and whimpered for another minute, then her body slowly calmed down. One by one, I pulled my vines out of her. No matter what she said, this was her limit. We’d just found it, and I wasn’t going to give her more than she could take.
I released her, and she lay motionless, staring at the ceiling. All this time, I hadn’t changed my form completely, knowing that she liked my human face, and my human neck, chest, and hands. She liked my horns, too. Whenever her hands were free, she liked to hold on to them. Now she was too exhausted to move.
“Thea,” I whispered, brushing her hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”
“Mmm...” She tried to sit up but failed. She chuckled and cleared her throat. “I think so. I’m thirsty... So thirsty.”
“Wait here.”
She tried to reach for me when I slipped out of the nest, but she was so weak that her arm flopped across her stomach.
I rushed to the stream and promptly realized I had nothing to carry the water with. No glass, no bottle, no cup. Frustration washed over me all over again. The fact that my mate was human made me feel so helpless. I couldn’t even bring her a glass of water when she was thirsty. I first had to improvise a glass or a cup. I did so by extending a branch in front of me and focusing on one particular leaf. I made the leaf grow until it was large and round enough that I could fill it with water. I held it carefully and fortunately didn’t spill much as I took the leaf to Thea.
“Oh, wow!” She laughed. “This is new.” She accepted the water, drinking greedily. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry. It was the best I could come up with.”
She set the leaf aside. “I love it.”
I snuggled close to her, pulling her in my arms and branches. She let me hold her, relaxing in my embrace, closing her eyes with a sigh.
“Are you hungry?” I asked.
“Not really. I could use a bath, though.”
“I can take you to the stream.”
She shivered. “The water is cold.”
“I can make a fire.”
She laughed. “And heat it in... what?”
Frustration again. Helplessness.
“I’ll run to the nearest town,” I said, “Buy everything you need. Just make me a list.” I hated that I had to ask her for a list, as if she wasn’t tired enough. Instead of taking care of everything, I was making her think. “A set of glasses.”
“I don’t need a whole set.” She laughed again.
“Okay, one glass. A plate for your food. Food! What do you like to eat? I’ll buy you bread, cheese, ham.”
“So specific,” she murmured. She sounded like she was about to fall asleep.
“You need a new dress; this one is ruined. And shoes you can walk in. What size are you?”
“Taran...”
I waited for her to finish her sentence.
“Taran,” she said again.
Okay, that was the whole sentence.
“Hm?”
“Let’s stay like this for a while. Hold me and don’t think about anything. Empty your mind. I’ll empty mine.”
“If that’s what you want...” I tried to relax, but it was hard.
“It’s what I want.”
I covered her with my body and listened to her breathe and sigh softly, as if with every sigh she released the burdens weighing on her soul. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper and slower, and I knew she was asleep. I didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. I cursed the birds chirping outside, worried they would wake her. Because I knew what had to happen when she woke up.
This was the last hour of our shared dream, our shared delusion. It was coming apart at the seams, and I was trying to hold on, hold on... Until I’d have to let go.