I drag my thumb through the mess between her thighs, then I press it against her lips.
“Taste how sweet you are when you bloom for me.”
She sucks my thumb into her mouth, moaning around it.
I lean closer, tongue flicking out to lap at her clit. I nudge the berries deeper with two fingers, curling them just enough to make her cry out.
“You're taking them so sweetly,” I whisper, fangs grazing the inside of her thigh. “Now let me have them back.”
“Please, Andrik.”
“Say it?” I smirk, kissing her other thigh. “Tell me how you want me to take them out, little one.”
She nods.
“With your mouth,” she breathes. “I want to feel it. All of it.”
“Feel what, baby?” I whisper. “Use your words.”
“Feel you suck them out of me,” she whimpers. “Bite into them while they’re soaked in me. I want your tongue. Your mouth. I want you everywhere.”
I groan, visibly shaking now.
“You'rethrahking perfect,” I growl. “You have no idea how my body aches for you.”
Her hips lift—offering herself to me.
I lower my mouth again, tongue spearing between her swollen lips, teasing the berries. I work one to the edge, flicking it forward with my tongue until it pops free.
I suck it into my mouth, bite it in half—juice running down my chin. I moan as her arousal, and the sweet, frozen juice of the berry, explode on my tongue. “Our flavors belong together,” I pant against her, licking her open again.
“Virae’nai ves Saelûn. Thrae’salmoa vaelis.” (Your taste is my soulbond’s truth. I could live forever on your sweetness.)
“More,” she pleads. “Please, Andrik. Again.”
“I'll take every last one,” I purr. “And then I'm going to fill you all over again. With my tongue. With my knot. With everything I am.”
I delve deeper, tongue curling around the next berry, then another. Each one is sweeter than the last, drenched in her heat. I drag the last berry forward slowly, savoring the way she begs incoherently, fingers tangling desperately in my fur.
My kaevûn is leaking steadily. I rut softly against the ground, but it only makes it worse.
“Lumi, my knot is swelling so full—already trying to lock us together.” I grit out.
“I want it inside of me... now, Andrik.”
“You’ll have it,” I promise. “Every inch. As many times as you want. But first—” I kiss up her stomach, fangs leaving tiny love-bites along her ribs. “I need to taste all of you.”
I suck her nipple into my mouth. She cries out, hips bucking against nothing. The vines holding her tighten, spreading her wider, and I watch—thrahking mesmerized—as smaller tendrils arise from the moss beneath her.
They trail up the inside of her thighs before one presses delicately against her entrance. Another joins, slick with her arousal, nudging along the first.
She gasps. “What are they doing?”
I groan around her nipple. They braid together, then slip inside her.
“Andrik!”
“I see it,kai’saela,” I rasp, switching to her other breast. “Veylûn’kai.” (Feel this. Let it take care of you.)
