The first two vines begin to move inside her. Stretching her from within while I suck and kiss her chest. My tongue traces circles around her nipple while my hand palms the other, thumbing the soft swell. The vines push deeper.
“Fates, look at you,” I grunt, watching her body arch into it. “I should get on my knees and pray to the mess you’re making on those vines.”
A third vine joins the others. They move together—pumping in and out of her in a rhythm that makes my knot pulse with jealousy. Her fingers twitch above her head where the vines hold them.
That should be me. That should be my cock inside her.
The logical part of my brain knows she needs to be stretched... even as it kills me.
“Andrik,” she moans. “I’m so full?—”
I freeze. Teeth scraping against her nipple, breath ragged, every muscle locking up.
I pull back enough to look at her—at the way the vines move into her slick heat, at the way her thighs shake.
“They’re only doing what I wish I could do,” I pant, tongue dragging up the column of her neck. “I’d crawl inside you if I could. Fill you everywhere. But they’ll have to do until I can take you myself.”
I press a kiss to her heart. Then another. Then bite. I purr softly as her skin gives under my fangs. “Your heart beats so loud for me, snowdrop,” I whisper. “It calls me home.”
She moans wildly beneath me. The vines start twisting, coaxing her wider.
Her eyes flutter closed.
“Tell me, Saelûn,” I whisper, hand slipping down her stomach, finding her clit, “Do they make you feel good?”
She nods desperately.
“Do they fill you the way you need?”
“Almost,” she gasps. “But I need?—”
“What?” I rasp. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she cries. “I need you, Andrik.”
“Come for me,” I rasp against her skin. “Show me how the forest makes you feel. And then—” My thumb circles her swollen clit, slow and worshipful. “Then I’ll show you howImake you feel.”
The vines thrust deeper. My thumb presses harder.
“Andrik, I’m—I’m?—”
“Going to break for your rhûen’ka, aren’t you?” I growl. “Like the good little forest offering you are?”
She shatters.
Her scream rips through the grove so loudly that even the gods bow. “F—fuck, I’m yours,” she moans. “I’ll only ever come like this for you.”
Saelith floods around the vines thrusting inside her. I keep rubbing her clit until her hips stop twitching, and her gasps fade into soft, ruined whimpers.
Her thighs tremble. The vines still pulse inside her.
I howl, unable to resist it any longer. I slide up between her legs and cradle her back, lifting her gently from the moss; her bindings fall away. She cries out as the vines shift inside her from the movement.
“Still so full,” I breathe, dragging my lips along her jaw. “Gods, they’re keeping you ready for me, aren’t they?”
Her legs fall open wider, limp over my thighs, her arms wrapping around my neck. We’re face-to-face now. Her eyes dark and dazed from pleasure.
“Lumi—” My voice breaks. “Please, I need?—”
