“Believe me.” I chuckled as I peeled off my leaf robe and tossed it to the floor, exposing myself to him. “I don’t think I’d be able to resist your smell or my curiosity about how you taste.”
“Please don’t bite me, whatever you do,” he pleaded, his eyes wide with fear. “I have no idea how long it would take me to grow a new one.”
“I promise I won’t, no matter how delicious you are.” I licked my lips and gave him a sly grin. “Just relax and let me show you what I’m capable of.”
“You can explore me as much as you want, my body is yours.”
That’s what I was hoping to hear from him. I wouldn’t be this assertive and dominant in bed if it were anyone else, but knowing how different our species was, I could understand why this was unheard of for him.
Masturbation was as taboo to them as sex for pleasure rather than procreation.
I was hoping that once I was done, he’d be more open to wanting to explore each other’s bodies without the weight of children hanging over us. It wasn’t that I didn’t want children; it was just that after struggling my entire life, I didn’t want to subject any children I might have—accidentally or on purpose—to the same hardships that I’d had.
I desired stability, love, and care—all of which Zyre was willing to provide.
All I had to do was give up any hope of ever returning to Earth and seal my fate with him, forever.
Leaning in closer, I could see hisblavemitting pheromones in its thick sweet lavender mint aroma to entice me into allowing him to plant his seed in me.
Every breath I took made me dizzy and delirious with arousal.
My mouth watered at the thought of how the sap seeping from its ridges would taste, and whether it would be better than the nectar from his feeders.
If it was, he might turn me into a nymphomaniac, considering what his vines could do to me while we fucked.
Even though I wanted to grip the shaft and squeeze to see how much sap would spill onto my hand so I could lick it off, I knew I needed to get him used to the idea of me doing this.
Slowly, I reached out to the bright petal skirt that encircled the base of his shaft and gently pinched one of the petals, which was shockingly warm to the touch.
His lack of reaction, even flinching, increased my confidence in what I was doing.
I grinned as I stared at his open mouth and puzzled expression. Something about the whole thing excited me, knowing how much I was teaching—showing him—something new.
I slowly massaged another petal with my other hand, taking in its warm, velvety texture as I imagined how they would feel pressed against my clit and the rest of my nether regions as I rode him. I liked using grinders or dildos that could be attached to a chair or another smooth surface with something to massage my clit with to get me off.
His petals would be fantastic to ride on.
Excited to find out what the rest of hisblavfelt like, I slowly moved to his shaft and was surprised by how much it felt like skin. I couldn’t tell it wasn’t a man’s cock unless I closed my eyes and felt the sap seeping from all of its layered ridges.
It took both hands to wrap around it. Hisblavwas so full of sap that just holding his warm shaft between my encircled hands made the glistening seep all over my skin.
Touching it like this heightened my arousal, as the intoxicating fragrance made me want to throw caution to the wind and do whatever it took to ride him.
Curling my fingers even more, I gave it a gentle squeeze and was surprised to find how surprisingly firm yet squishy it was. It made me wonder how it would feel to be rapidly fucked by his textured cock if it hadn’t grown this large from being so built up.
“Oh Mother Tree, what are you doing?” he asked as I gently stroked the shaft from the middle to the tip.
“We will not discuss anyone’s mothers in bed,” I snapped, giving hisblavanother stroke and grinning maniacally when he shivered with delight. “The only name you can call out is mine, and only mine. Did I make myself clear?”
“Yes, myluwaeri.” He shuddered as he nodded. “I’ll only say your name in prayer while—”
“Good.”
As if milking it, I gently caressed my way down hisblav’sshaft to the skirt of smooth petals with my hands. My gentle touch caused it to pulsate slowly, erupting stream after stream of gleaming sap that trickled down its length and all over my hands.
Zyre grabbed our bed’s leafy sheets, shredding them as he let out a long moan, his legs shaking with pleasure.
The more I teased it, the more it excreted all over Zyre as he thrashed and groaned.
