Ivy cried out in shock as the third vine teased her entrance, sliding through the slick that had been gathering there since the second heat struck. She waited to see if Vale would do something, maybe rip the vine away, but he only stood there in the river, watching her with those big, glowing eyes.
“Are you…?” Ivy gasped as the third vine—velvety and oddly warm—pushed ever so gently inside her. “Are you doing this?”
“No,” said Vale, sounding surprised. “Can you feel it?”
“Of course, I—” Ivy stopped, her mouth falling open as the vine pressed deeper.
“Through the connection,” Vale explained. “Can you feel it?”
Ivy reached for the void through the haze of lust. There, in the very back of her mind, the void was sending her tiny pulses of excitement.
“Yes,” she gasped. “It feels…ohhh. It feels so strange!”
She laughed giddily, the noise trailing off on a groan as the vine pulsed inside her. Then, to her shock, the vine started to swell.
“Shit!” Ivy tried to close her legs instinctively. But the vines pried them apart again, giving the third vine more space. And inturn, it gave her more space, gently pulsing bigger and bigger, stretching her out.
Vale leaned over her, his tail flicking anxiously. “What is it?”
“It’s…” Ivy’s eyelids fluttered as the vine pulsed again, shrinking before expanding even bigger than before. “It’s getting me ready for you. F-for you to mate me.”
Vale’s eyes glowed brighter. He climbed onto the riverbank, water sloshing over her bare feet as he crouched over her, his knees digging into the grass near her feet.
He grabbed her legs, dragging her up.
He wants to watch, Ivy realized. She didn’t try to close her legs again, but she couldn’t help the embarrassment that flooded up underneath the lust as he peered between her legs. The vine was still growing, thrusting in and out with wet noises that made her blush. She almost wished the pollen could turn her mind off entirely, replacing it with animal lust. It would make it easier to let him watch her like this, naked and claimed as the vine fucked into her.
As if it heard her thoughts—which, who knew, maybe it had—the pollen raced through her again, making her eyes roll back in her head.
“I want it,” she heard herself say, her hips working against the vine. She reached down, touching Vale’s narrow stomach. “Can I touch it?”
Vale looked up from her stuffed hole. “What?”
“Your—” Ivy had just enough of herself left to be embarrassed to say it. “Your cock. Can I touch it?”
Vale pulled her closer. Ivy’s breath hitched as her thighs bumped up against his damp, bony legs, her hand falling easily onto the exposed head of his cock.
Ivy gasped. Itwasn’thuman-shaped. Not entirely, anyway. His cockhead was almost flat at the tip, and it was much wider than the rest of him.
She gripped it firmly, entranced. The foreskin ended halfway down his shaft now. She smoothed it back over his oddly shaped cockhead, reveling in the cool, silky texture.
Vale growled, curling over her with his fangs gritted. “Enough. I will mate you now.”
The vine inside Ivy swelled so wide she cried out in alarm. It didn’t hurt, but it was so close to pain that her hands flew down to still the vine.
Vale grabbed her hands and pinned them to the grass. “It will not harm you. It is too…fondof you.”
He still sounded confused. Maybe even betrayed. Mostly, he sounded impatient, grinding his huge, cool cock against her thigh where the vine was holding her open.
Ivy bit her lip. “Willyouharm me?”
“I will do my best not to,” Vale replied.
Ivy couldn’t help it: she laughed. What else could she do, lying naked and sex-pollened underneath a literal monster who wouldtrynot to hurt her?
The vine slid out of her. Ivy jerked in shock, her hole squeezing around nothing.
Vale watched the vine retreat.
