Chapter 6 Chloe
CHLOE
Iam having the weirdest sex dream I have ever had. And that includes the one I once had about Mr. Hooper from Sesame Street.
I’m still on the couch, in my cabin, the closing credits from Die Hard are playing in the background, and hovering over me is some kind of monster, who has a strange likeness to my Christmas Tree.
I am also super, SUPER horny. I feel wetness coating my entire pussy, and something unimaginable slides through my folds.
It feels smooth, but rough at the same time.
And it is poking at my entrance. I feel my inner muscles clench, like I’m on the verge of cumming.
I can’t help but shout out: “O MY FREAKING GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”
The creature lifts its head and looks at me, taking my breath away. Their pale eyes, a milky light blue, hit mine, and something sparks. Entranced, I lift my hand and place it on their cheek. It feels rough, like the bark of a tree, and for a second, they close their eyes as if savoring my touch.
“Let me pleasure you, let me taste you,” they whisper, and I can only nod.
“Yes.”
One word, three little letters, but they hold so much meaning in this moment. I want to enjoy the heck out of this crazy dream. That must have been one hell of an eggnog if it gave me such a lucid wet dream, but I am here for it.
The creature is the most beautiful I have ever seen.
Their skin resembles bark, and they are not wearing any clothes.
Their face is flawless, with an ethereal, androgynous beauty, and I can’t tell if they are male or female, which honestly doesn’t matter to me right now.
Pointed ears complete the beauty of their face, even though everything else about them is rough.
Branches sprout from their forehead like antlers, and long vines hang from their head instead of hair.
All shades of dark green create something so otherworldly yet captivating.
I slide my hand across their bark-like skin toward their shoulder, where strong arms begin and branches sprout from their shoulder blades.
It looks like they are carrying wings made of branches.
“Who are you?” My voice is breathless, hardly audible.
“Ced,” they reply before a long vine slides around my waist, pulling my body up into a kiss.
Their lips are rough, but their touch is soft.
So soft and gentle, and the contrast makes me squirm.
When I sigh, they slip their tongue inside, and my entire body lights up with the touch.
I expected more roughness, but a soft, delicate appendage brushes against my tongue.
The kiss is tentative, and even though the creature is coming on to me strongly, their touch is soft and gentle.
I moan their name, and they hold me closer.
“Can I touch you?” My fingers are thrumming with the desire to explore their skin, lean muscles, and overall feel of their body.
“Only if I can touch you back.”
I laugh. “I thought you were already doing that?”
“True…” Ced smiles, then leans in and nips at my neck.
With a moan, I slide my hands across their chest and up their shoulders. I caress the base of the branches, and they shudder.
“What is your name?” Their voice is a husky whisper.
“Chloe.”
“Chloe,” they repeat before they claim my lips in another kiss.
This kiss is different, more urgent, hungrier.
The air sizzles, and I feel their touch all over my body.
Breaking our kiss, I see little saplings and vines crawling over my body.
I should be freaking out—why am I not freaking out?
—but there is something in the air so strong, I can only focus on the pleasure their touch brings.
I slide my hands down their sides, and their skin feels like bark. Rough and rugged. It creates an intense friction against my skin, making my arousal flare.
“Please,” I whimper, and I feel something rubbing my folds, making me moan.
“I need to taste you,” Ced lets out in a tortured tone. “Please, can I taste you?”
I cry out my consent, but instead of them laying me down on the couch or crouching before me, they pull me against the back of the couch, holding me up in mid-air by their vines.
“What…” I stammer as more vines appear, twisting around my arms and legs. They pull up my dress, and Ced leans in when my soaked underwear appears. They breathe in deep and lick my pussy through my underwear.
“Not close enough,” they pant, and with an ominous ripping, they dispose of the offensive garment.
“Perfection,” they murmur, and Ced licks my pussy with a firm stroke, flicking my clit at the end. “You taste so good.”
I moan. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
The vines firmly hold me up above the couch now, and Ced dives in.
They open my folds with their vines, and they softly lick my slit and clit before penetrating my core with the tip of their tongue.
Groaning, I begin to shake; the different textures and sensations are overwhelming. I want it all, I need it all.
It’s like they’re reading my mind, and they focus on my clit.
Flicking, circling, and sucking. Something probes at my opening, and I lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
I think there’s some begging involved, but I can’t be sure.
When they enter my pussy with a vine, I cum, yelling out their name.