Trissa lifts on to her knees and I whimper at the loss of her wet heat pressed against me. “Do you want this pussy, Cian?”
“Yes!Please,” my voice is hardly more than a rasp as I buck my hips again, a strained groan rumbling from my throat when the head of my cock just barely brushes the lips of her swollen cunt.
Her tongue clicks and she reaches down between us to grab hold of my base. I tilt my chin down against my heaving chest to watch, and cry out as one of her thick vines wraps around my shaft, squeezing in little pulses. I bite back a moan and pant as I watch the tip of the vine enter Trissa’s sopping cunt.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck.”Please. This might be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, and it’smine.Forever. That thought alone is enough to make my eyes roll back as another spurt of pre-cum leaks from my tip. “Love, I’m—”
“Breathe, Cian. That’s right, baby. Take a breath.” Trissa’s voice is a soothing purr and I try to do what I’m told, taking in one shaky breath after another.
She watches me, the air between us charged with sexual tension of her own making, and then smiles sweetly as she says, “Now, I’m going to use this cock like a dildo, and you’re not going to cum.”
I can feel my eyes widen as I make a sound of protest, because there’sno fucking way.
“Cian.” Her voice is firm now, and my stomach tenses with a bolt of lust so strong that I grunt with the force of it. “I’m going to use this cock, because it’s mine, isn’t it?”
I nod frantically.
“Say it.”
“It’s yours. It’s all fuckingyours, plea—please!” A shiver runs down my body and I try to control my breathing again as she smiles, removing the vine from her cunt and slowly—so fuckingslowly—sinks down on my throbbing cock. My vision goes spotty and I let out a long, broken moan. I have no idea how long she’s been edging me, but it feels like it’s been hours and I’m so hard it hurts. The pain is worth it though, because the balm of her cunt feels like the sweetest salvation. I squeeze my eyes shut against the rush of sensation.
“Good job, baby. You’re doing so well,” Trissa coos at me as she rolls her hips, and I thrash a little at my bonds in an effort to distract myself from the fucking bliss of her wet heat. I can feel the weight of my balls, sore with their heaviness and a choked sound catches in my throat between my incoherent begging.
“You’re mine, Cian. All mine.” I think I nod, and I lick my lips to respond out loud, but a cool tinging works its way between my legs and I freeze. My eyes pop open and I look down as the vine that Trissa had in her cunt prods lightly against my ass. I’ve never been touched there before, and I’m equal parts grateful, desperate, and curious. Grateful, because without the distraction I’m pretty sure I would be blowing my load right now. Curious and desperate because it feels… good. I lock eyes with Trissa and take in a quick breath. Fuck, she looks delicious. Her eyes glazed over with lust, hands playing with her tits as she rides my cock.
“Do you want me to fuck your ass, baby?” The vine swirls around my entrance and I shudder, my stomach swooping with anticipation.
“Y-yes?” My voice is breathy and tenuous, and Trissa moans in response.
“Remember, just say ‘bananas’ if you want to stop.” I nod weakly and try not to tense as the tapered vine slowly pushes into my hole. Trissa slows her hips when I wince and makes soothing noises, slowly pulling back on the vine. “Bear down on it, baby. Ready?” I don’t bother nodding, simply following her direction as she slowly pushes back in.
I gasp as it slides in a couple of inches and then stops. Trissa and I both moan at the same time, and I remember suddenly that she can feel it too. That thought has me thrashing against my bindings and bucking my hips again.
“More. Please, love, fuck me.” I plead, unashamed, the slight discomfort quickly replaced with the crazed lust of knowing that she can feel everything she does to me there. Trissa flashes me a dazed smile and nods as she slowly starts riding my cock again. The vine in my ass pushes in another inch and I watch her face as her brows crumple with the phantom sensations of anal play. Her cunt clenches around my cock as the vine sinks in a few more inches all at once and she moans as I cry out.
Holy fuck. A full body shudder wracks my frame as she finds a sweet spot in my ass, twirling the ectoplasm appendage around to pulse pressure against it. My vision blacks out and I jerk against the bonds on my wrists as my breath stalls. It’s too much. My cock is being milked by the strong pulls of her orgasm, and she’s grinding out a relentless rhythm against my prostate, and it’s just—toofuckingmuch.
I open my mouth to speak, but a snarl comes out and I can’t think. I can feel a wet trail rolling down my cheek as I hiss and wrench my arms down, breaking free from the ectoplasm bindings. Trissa cries out as I grab her hips and my fingers dig into her skin as I rut into her with harsh thrusts.
Her eyes roll back in her head as she collapses against my chest and whispers, “Come for me, baby. Fill me up and let me be your little cum slut.”
I’m coming before she’s even finished talking, bellowing as I bathe her insides with rope after rope of hot cum. She’s whimpering on my chest, her walls still weakly fluttering around me as drool starts to pool at the corner of her mouth. I’m not sure if it’s because of how long she edged me or if it’s just the vine in my ass, still milking my prostate, but I can’t stop yet.
“Keep the vine still for a minute, love.” My words are brusque as I pull out of Trissa. She whines at the loss of me, and I quickly shift her down to the bed and flip her onto her stomach. She helps me lift her ass into the air and I waste no time slotting myself back into her heat and plunging in with vigor. She cries out and her walls clench tightly around me as I set a new rhythm, thrusting in forcefully and grinding deep in a slow but steady pace. Trissa keens and I know I’m milkinghersweet spot. Good, now we’ll be even.
“You can… fuck my ass again.” My words come out stilted as I drive into her and roll my hips.
She whimpers, and I know it’s partly because the sensations will be overwhelming for her with the vine sending phantom pleasure to her ass as I hit her g-spot. Turnabout is fair play, so I harden my voice as I rasp, “Do it, Trissa.”
She sucks in a sharp breath, but listens and I choke on a gasp at the renewed sensation, somehow even more poignant now. I won’t last long like this. With whatever little bit of mental acuity I have left, I conjure an ectoplasm tentacle and snake it between her legs, quickly adjusting it so that it vibrates against her clit.
“FUCK, CIAN!” She sobs, and I flush with heat as my fingers tighten on her hips, hard enough to have left bruises on her, if she was still human.
“That’s right, love. Milk my cock so I can fill this hungry cunt with more cum.” Trissa screams as my filthy words send her over, her walls clamping down around my throbbing shaft. “Oh, fffu—” Cum starts pulsing from my cock as my vision swims and my head pounds to the beat of my heart. My stomach clenches, and so does my ass, as my cock stays buried deep and I rock through our aftershocks. I let myself fall forward, draping my chest over Trissa’s back, holding myself up on shaky arms. We stay connected, pulsing together as we catch our breaths. We both let the ectoplasm appendages dissipate as we recover.
After a while Trissa smacks her lips and mumbles, “mmm, good night.”
I laugh and gently pull out, dropping to my side and folding her into my arms. “I think you’ll find that we, my darling, are in need of a shower.”
