Chapter Thirty-Eight – Thea
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Thea
The buzzer went off again, and I rolled my eyes. What had Matthew forgotten? Maybe he’d decided he couldn’t trust me with the plant and wanted it back. Tough luck, it was a gift, and it was mine. I rushed to buzz him up, then unlocked the front door and left it ajar.
I heard the elevator ding, then footsteps in the hall. I was busy bringing my files in from the balcony because it had started to rain. I heard the door creak open.
“What did you forget? Or did you miss me already?”
No reply came. I turned around, and I felt like my heart stopped for a second, then picked back up, faster. I dropped the papers I was holding and pressed my hand to my chest.
Taran stood before me, in his humanlike shape. All sinewy wood and vines, long dark hair, and those branch horns atop his head. His black eyes stared into mine, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure if he was real or a vision.
“You,” I whispered.
“My flower.”
“How?”
“I couldn’t stay away.”
The next thing I knew, I was running to him, jumping into his long arms. He caught me and lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I wrapped myself around him as well as I could, holding on tightly.
“I’m glad,” I said.
“Will you have me, Thea? As I am?”
I cupped his face with my hands and looked into his eyes. “Of course I will. But will you have me as I am?”
“You’re perfect. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
I kissed him. Hard. He tasted fresh and sweet, and I couldn’t get enough of him. The vine he used as a tongue sought my tongue, and we battled for a minute before I gave in, and he bit me lightly. I let out a needy moan. I was already wet, and I could feel his impossibly hard cock pressed against my pelvis.
Taran grabbed my butt and squeezed. He walked into the apartment, slamming the door shut behind him. I was too busy kissing him to bother with showing him around. Besides, I was certain he would find his way. He crossed the living room with me attached to him, and easily found the bedroom. He took me to the bed and dropped me onto it.
“I want to look at you,” he said. “Will you undress for me?”
I wasn’t wearing anything sexy – a simple T-shirt and an old pair of jeans. I was barefoot and wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I want to look at you too,” I said. “Can you be less human, more leshy?”
“In this cramped space?” He looked around my bedroom – a king size bed with two nightstands, a wardrobe on the opposite wall, and a boudoir table. “I’ll try, but I don’t think I can change completely.”
I pouted. “Cramped? I’ll admit it’s not the largest apartment, but I thought I was going to live alone.”
He turned his arms into branches and his feet into roots, keeping his lower and upper torso human. From the horns on his head, vines swayed gently, reaching for me. I got out of my clothes as fast as I could, wanting to feel those vines wrapped around me.
“Look at you, my flower.” He climbed on top of me. One vine slipped between my legs. “Already wet.” He teased my clit, and I whimpered. “Tell me what you want.”
I grabbed onto two of his branches and pulled him down, so our lips crashed in another kiss.
“So many things,” I whispered as I nibbled at his lips. “I want you to stop saying we can’t be together. That our bodies don’t fit, and that it will all crash and burn. I want you to never leave me again. Never say goodbye to me again.”
“You were the one who left,” he said. “You couldn’t live in the oasis.”
“You were the one who let me go. You could’ve convinced me to stay.”
“But I couldn’t.” As he kept rubbing my clit, he pushed another vine inside me. My pussy swallowed it greedily. “You can’t live there, and you know it.”
“Is this why you came? To tell me again that we won’t work?”
“No.” He kissed a trail from my jaw to my left breast. When he reached my nipple, he sucked it into his mouth. “I came to tell you that I will do anything to be with you.”
I held onto his horns as he moved from one nipple to the other, turning them into hard pebbles.
“What does anything mean?” I asked. He made me whimper, and moan, and it was becoming hard for me to speak. What he was doing to my clit and my pussy was pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “There are things you can’t do. Like...”
“Give you my seed.”
He pushed a third vine into my ass, and I cried out and came fast and hard. The orgasm was unexpected. My back arched, my toes curled, and I pulled at his horns.
“Oh, fuck!”
“My beautiful flower... blooming,” he whispered in my ear.
I placed my hands on his chest and made him look me in the eye.
“So, what does anything mean, when you can’t give me your seed? When you can’t fuck me properly with your cock?”
I felt his vines retreat. They slipped out of my pussy and my ass, leaving a trail of sap behind. He sat up, and I was afraid he was going to leave. I shouldn’t have started this conversation. He’d explained to me clearly why we couldn’t have sex in that way, and I had to get it through my head that it was impossible and stop insisting. He had plenty of vines to fuck me with, so I would never need his cock. Why was I so obsessed with something that wasn’t necessary?
Because I wanted to give him pleasure, too... Every time we had sex, I was the only one who came...
“No, come back,” I pleaded, reaching out to him.
“Look...” He extended one branch towards me. “I was thinking... You know how I can snap my branches, and it doesn’t hurt? I can also do this.”
The bark on what was, essentially, his limb, started peeling off before my eyes. He grabbed the edge of it with two long fingers and pulled a bit more to show me the smooth surface underneath.
“Wow! And it doesn’t hurt?” I asked.
“Not really. It’s like peeling off skin, I guess? When the new skin underneath is not quite ready.”
My gaze traveled between his branch and the literal wood in his pants. As always, his pants were made of leaves. His leaves. He didn’t need clothes; he could rearrange the elements of his body to resemble what was needed for him to look human enough.
“So, you’re saying...”
“I’ve never tried it before. You can imagine that part of my body is much more sensitive than any other. I’ve never... altered it.”
I nodded. “So, it might hurt?”
“Maybe. I won’t know until I try.”
“Okay, stop.” I moved up the bed to put some distance between us. This was getting intense. “I have to make sure I understand first. You’re going to... peel off your cock so you can fuck me?”
“In very crude words, yes.” He laughed, but I could tell he was nervous.
“That is... I don’t know what to say...”
“It can be done, obviously.” He finished peeling off some good few inches off his branch. “Here, feel how smooth it is.”
I ran my fingers over the exposed wood. It was shiny and silky. I looked into his eyes, and I was sure he could see how hopeful I was.
“Does this mean you can give me your seed?” I asked.
“Yes, but... I have no idea what will happen after. What it will do inside you.”
I grinned and bit my lip. I was curious, and turned on, and just the thought of him planting a seed inside my pussy made me crave him so much more.
“Let’s find out together,” I said.
“Are you sure, Thea?”
“Yes.” I reached for the hem of his pants. At my touch, the leaves fell apart, revealing his hard cock. “I want you so badly. If you’re willing to do this for me, then I want your seed.”
His cock looked like a stump, long and thick, attached to his pelvic area. Instead of a sack, he had a knot at the base, underneath, and I guessed that was where his seed grew.
“May I?”
“Yes, touch me.”
I took his cock between my hands and rubbed it lightly, up and down, exploring the rough texture of the bark. He let out a moan, and that made my pussy throb for him. His vines could give me pleasure, and I was sure he enjoyed using them on me, but this was his reproductive organ, the one that if touched in the right way, could take him over the edge. I wanted so badly to do for him what he’d done for me many times already.
“I can try to...” I moved onto my knees and closer to him, leaning in so I could lick the tip of his cock.
“Careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t.” I couldn’t take him in my mouth, but I could lick him.
I traced a line from his knot to the tip, using as much saliva as I could. The bark was rough on my tongue. I wouldn’t be able to do this more than a few times, or my tongue would turn red and start to hurt.
Taran let out a low, needy moan. His hand came to rest on my head, but he didn’t push me. He let me decide the pace, and enjoyed the little pleasure that I could give him. It wasn’t enough. Not for him, and not for me. It was so frustrating that I loved him so much, and I couldn’t have him fully.
“Such a tease,” he murmured.
The last thing I wanted to do was tease him. “I’m sorry,” I said. I looked up at him and smiled. My tongue wasn’t feeling great.
“Come on, let’s try it.”
I watched with wide eyes as he pinched the head of his cock and started pulling the bark off. One inch at a time, slowly, carefully. The wood underneath was a light shade of pink. He grunted, and I looked up at him. When I saw the pain on his face, I wanted to stop him.
“Maybe we shouldn’t,” I said.
“It’s not so bad...”
“Your face says otherwise.” I placed my hand on his, but he wrapped a vine around my wrist and pulled my hand away.
“I want to be inside you,” he said. “I told you I’ll do anything.”
“Yes, but this is hurting you.” I tried to stop him with my other hand, but he did the vine thing again. “It’s not worth it.”
“It is.” He pushed my hands behind my back, smiling at me. “I want to be one with you. I want to feel you, not with just my vines and branches. This is a small price to pay.”
He continued to peel the bark off, strip by strip, and each time, I could tell it hurt him more. He kept his composure and barely made a sound. I couldn’t believe a man would go through something so painful to be with me. Usually, it was the woman who suffered during sex. I’d heard stories about painful penetration from my friends, and that was one reason why I’d held onto my virginity. It hadn’t seemed worth it to me to let someone inside me if I wasn’t sure he was the right man.
When Taran had penetrated me the first time, there was barely any pain. His vines were thin compared to his cock, even if he used two. As he revealed his cock to me now, inch my inch, I realized it wasn’t becoming smaller just because the bark was removed. It was smooth, though. Like polished wood. I had no doubt I could take him.
“Will you let me soothe you?” I asked, leaning forward, my hands still tied behind my back.
“Yes, please.”
With a hand on my head, he guided my mouth to his cock. This time, when my tongue traced the underside, I felt no pain. It was lush and velvety, and I eagerly took him in my mouth completely when I saw there was no danger. The sound he let out was almost a scream.
“Sorry,” he said. “This is the first time...”
I stopped and looked up at him. I pulled away, until his cock slipped out of my mouth.
“The first time you’re getting a blow job?”
“The first time I’m doing... anything like this.”
“Oh my God, you’ve never had sex before?”
“Like this? No.”
“Wait.” I wiggled my hands until he let me go. “You’re saying that you and Rune never...”
“There was no seed. I couldn’t grow it for her, so there was no point in doing it like this.”
I covered my mouth with my hands. I didn’t know how to react. I’d been a virgin before that night in the woods, but I’d never thought he was a virgin, too. He’d never been inside a woman. I was his first, and that was just... unexpected, and slightly overwhelming.
“Okay, but even without a seed...” I had questions, and no matter how weird they were, I felt this was a good time to ask them. “Because, you know, humans have sex even when procreation is not the goal.”
“Leshy do, too. But we use our vines and branches.”
“I mean, we use our hands, but we don’t stop there. So, wait. The male leshy gets the female leshy off, but she doesn’t return the favor?”
He hesitated, averting his gaze. “If the male cannot produce a seed for her, he’s not worthy.”
Had my eyes been able to get any wider, they would’ve popped out of my head.
“And you can only produce a seed for your soulmate,” I said, but didn’t wait for his answer. “Well, you’re worthy now.” I grabbed his hips and pulled him towards me. Closing my eyes, I took his cock in my mouth, as deep as I could, and started bobbing my head up and down.
His branches turned to fingers and dug into my hair. Now that the bark was out of the way, he knew he couldn’t hurt me, and he gently pushed me down on him. The head of his cock grazed the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose and focused. I’d never given a blow job before, so it wasn’t like I had more experience than he did. From the sounds he made, and the way his hips started thrusting lightly, I got the message I was doing something right.
“If you go on like this...” He could barely speak. “You have to stop...”
I ignored him. Using my hands, I took hold of the base and started rubbing hard while I focused my mouth on the head, sucking and rolling my tongue around the tip. Soon enough, the sap I knew so well poured into my mouth. I moaned and sucked harder.
“No, you really need to stop...”
I felt something shift underneath his cock, where the knot was. The seed was starting to travel upwards.
“Thea...” His hands dropped to my shoulders, and he pushed me firmly. “Please.”
I followed his lead and let him lay me on my back. He crawled over me, his cock pink and dripping with sap. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he positioned himself at my entrance.
“I’m sorry, I need to...” He plunged into me hard and fast.
I let out a moan. There was no pain, only pleasure. I was soaked with my own juices and the sap his vine had left behind. His cock was slick and smooth, and it entered me in such a swift, perfect motion, and filled me so fully that I was convinced, finally, that we were made for each other. Taran had told me so many times that our bodies would never work together, but here he was now, proving his own theory wrong.
“My flower,” he repeated over and over, his lips close to my ear. “I can’t hold back. My flower...”
“Don’t. I need this.”
He rammed into me so hard that the bed creaked under us. Two of his vines wrapped around my breasts, squeezing them as the tips teased my nipples. Another vine slipped seamlessly into my back entrance, and I was done. It was too much. I came with a scream, my pussy throbbing and pulling him in, trying to milk him.
He let out a groan and stilled, his cock deep inside me, the head pushing into my cervix. The sensation was overwhelming. I felt the seed when it shot out of the tip and right into my womb. My eyes went wide, I opened my mouth, but was unable to articulate what I felt. It wasn’t something I’d expected. I’d thought he would plant the seed in my pussy, similar to how human men shot their sperm.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”
“N-no...” I was panting hard, almost hyperventilating. I had to find a way to calm myself. “I didn’t think...”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“N-no. I don’t think so, at least.” I chuckled awkwardly. There was a tingling sensation in my cervix. “I’m okay. It was just... unexpected.”
He gently slipped out of me, and I was impressed to see his cock was still hard.
“Was it different than how humans do it?”
“Not really. It was... very similar.”
He rolled off me and pulled me into his arms. I was so tired that my limbs felt like lead. I nudged the duvet with my toe, and Taran got the hint. He covered us both, and after a minute of snuggling peacefully, it struck me this must’ve been his first time in a bed, covered with a duvet. I smiled to myself.
“So, are you moving in with me?” I asked.
“Not a chance.” He kissed my shoulder. “You’re moving in with me.”
“Oh, really? Where?”
“I had a bit of money, so I bought a house. With a garden. Now that you’re not terrified of nature anymore, maybe you’ll help me plant it. What’s your favorite flower?”
“Lilac.”
“That’s not a flower, that’s a tree. Good choice. Our garden will smell heavenly.”
“I can’t wait.”
“So, is this a yes?” he asked, his lips pressed to my ear.
“Yes to... what?”
“Will you marry me, Thea Everhart?”
I turned in his arms and pressed my forehead to his. “Yes, I will marry you. On one condition.”
“Oh?”
“You’ll let me take your name.”
He laughed and kissed me softly. “You got it.”
I fell asleep in his arms, branches, and vines, feeling at peace. Fulfilled. I was in love, and it didn’t hurt anymore. He had plenty of limbs to hold me tight and reassure me this was forever. His seed was inside my womb, and whatever happened from here on out, we had each other, and we were willing to do anything to figure it out.
No more obstacles. Only solutions.
Thea Sylvan. Finally, a woman I could be proud of.