Chapter 10 Chloe
CHLOE
The freaking Christmas tree is a, what do you call someone like that? Not a person. “What do I call you? And where do you come from?”
They give me a funny look, and I rephrase. “What are your pronouns?”
Their look turns confused. “I am Ced, of the Tree People. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“Yes, but are you…” I point towards their groin, where everything is just all bark.
A cheeky grin appears on their face. “I can grow whatever you like…”
I take a step further and place both my hands on their side. “Sooooo, if I touch you here…”
“Lower,” they whisper in a husky voice.
I bite my lip. I really shouldn’t be doing this. “I shouldn’t…” I manage to get out as my hands continue their exploration.
“Why not? Are you not attracted to me?”
“Yes, I am, but…”
“Then what does it matter between two consenting adults? I think you are the most stunning creature I have seen in ages. There is something about you that calls to me.” I feel the soft stroke of vines at my back, pulling at the hem of my sweater.
“I am only here for a few days. The magic that keeps me here is strongest during Yule, it will disappear on New Year’s Eve… ”
“So, it will be like a Christmas fling?” I bite my lip as they step into my space a little more, enveloping me in their presence.
“If that’s what you want to call it, then yes.” They lean in and kiss my neck. It feels as good as I remember.
I melt against them, and that’s when I decide to throw caution to the wind. “Okay.”
They pull away, and their sparkling eyes meet mine. “Yes?” they say with a smile.
“Yes,” I repeat, and they kiss me with all that they have. The kiss is still gentle, but there’s an urgency to it that was missing yesterday.
We are still at the back window, and Ced steps forward and pushes me against the glass. The cold of the glass and the heat of their touch are intoxicating, and I shiver.
“Are you cold?” they whisper between kisses, but I shake my head.
“Not for long.” And I continue my exploration of their body. The bark is thick, but I can feel hints of muscles underneath, and the roughness is making me feel dainty and feminine. It’s a perfect match against my soft curves. There’s a hint of an ass, and as I slide my hands forward, they groan.
“Chloe.”
My name is like a whisper in the wind, but I feel it in every fibre of my being.
The desire they feel is nearly visible, and I grind myself against them, shamelessly.
Vines, or tiny branches, I don’t know, are all over my body, curling around my upper leg, teasing my pussy, while others are playing with my breasts, which I was airing out underneath my sweater.
I rub my hand between their legs, and something pushes against it, growing with every rub until I can wrap my hand around. Soft and velvety to the touch, it keeps growing, and when I squeeze, I find a firm, slightly spongy appendix.
I tear my mouth from Ced’s, eager to take a look at their… penis? I gasp when I look down; it looks like a mushroom, only a lot more appealing. “That is one big package you have there, Ced…”
They grin. “Want to find out how it feels?”
Do I? Am I that adventurous? Ced rubs up against me, nipping at my earlobe. “There are spores that will make you feel really, really good…”
Groaning, I let my head fall back against the window. “You have a magic mushroom dick?”
They pinch my nipples and I squirm. Suddenly, I am dying to know what their magic mushroom dick feels like. Our kissing becomes more frantic, and Ced leans back when I wiggle my way out of my sweater.
“You are perfect,” they say as they hold up my breasts with their vines, bending down to nip and suck.
“Pants,” I say breathlessly, and they release me momentarily, using everything they have to free me from my confines in seconds. Ced scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around their waist.
They cup my cheek, and Ced looks me deep into my eyes as they position their cock against my entrance.
I am dripping and can’t help but tilt my hips, and their cock slides in an inch.
Just the tip, but the tip is big, and it has been a while for me.
Panting, they lean their forehead against mine.
Ced gives their hips a small thrust, and their cock slides in even further. I am panting, feeling stuffed.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please fill me up, you feel so good.”
With a groan and a kiss, they thrust forward, and I let out a low moan as Ced fills me.
I feel stretched like I have never before.
How does it even fit? It should hurt, but doesn’t; there’s only slight discomfort.
That discomfort disappears when Ced starts to move.
Short, shallow thrusts to begin with, and when the wet sounds start to fill the air, they start thrusting deeper, harder.
I grip their shoulders as we kiss, and I feel vines sliding across my tummy and moving their way onto my clit.
They circle, and thrum, and when they pinch my clit, I scream as I cum, squeezing their cock.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” Ced says, and with a groan, they bury themself inside of me when they cum as well.