The entirety of both my arms and the area around his crotch eventually shimmered with his sap, despite the fact that hisblavwas only half the size. It was more manageable, but it was still angry with need as it throbbed in my hands and continued to pump more of its sweet-smelling liquid wherever I squeezed.
It was impossible to keep myself from tasting it. I needed to know how he tasted.
Leaning down, I dragged my tongue along the base of hisblav’s shaft all the way to its tip, engulfing the entire bulbous head with my mouth like a large lollipop. After milking hisblavfor so long, his size was much easier to accept.
Slowly, I dragged my tongue around his bulbous tip in my mouth, slurping up the sap straight from the source like his feeders.
And it tasted exactly like a fresh-from-the-oven Cinnabon, a ball of vanilla and cinnamon goodness wrapped in a buttery sweet pastry, but in liquid form.
I groaned as I drew my mouth away from hisblavand took a deep breath of his needy aroma.
“I could drink you all day,” I spluttered, unable to think about anything other than hisblav.
“If that’s what you want to do...” Zyre exclaimed, as if he couldn’t take the amount of pleasure he was receiving.
I adjusted my grip on his shaft and sucked the sap that oozed from the top of his bulbous tip, no longer needing his permission and unable to resist the urge to consume.
My only desire was to have another taste of his essence that was pleasing to my taste buds. My tongue licked the sap from his tip clean of the essence on its own, as if it was instinctively taking in as much as it could of something that tasted amazing and probably had as much nutritional value as his feeders’ nectar.
I gasped and snapped my gaze to Zyre as two vines wrapped around my wrists and began to stroke along his rigid cock, a pleasured rumble coming from his throat as we worked together to stroke him off.
Two more suckers snaked around my dangling breasts and sectioned onto my hardened knobs.
The remaining four wrapped around my legs, holding me in place as they began to explore everything I had to offer.
“I can tell you’re aroused by your needy scent,” Zyre explained, rubbing his dippers—the vines with a knob textured like miniature corn on the cob with a tongue-like feeler at the end—along my pussy lips, making me shiver with need. “And if it’s natural for mates to help each other pleasure, then it’s only natural for me to start mutual sexual gratification.”
The only thing I could do was nod from the rush of passion that nearly knocked me out.
All I could do with my head against his thigh was rub his shaft with my hands and collect the sap with my fingers.
My taste buds had become addicted to his pleasant taste, and I was beginning to notice that my mind was becoming cloudy and foggy.
Ingesting his sap felt more potent than injecting his nectar, and the heavy aroma that emanated from hisblavhad a greater impact on me than the fine green powderyekilathat dusted off of him wherever he went.
Aside from the physical pleasure, I knew his thick, potent pheromones would break down my mind as they were already working on my body.
His vines were only enhancing the effects, making my legs quiver and unable to support my body’s weight, as if I was supposed to lie exposed and ready for him to do whatever he pleased.
I couldn’t fight his extra limbs even if I tried, and there was no need to. I wanted him and everything he offered and knew I wasn’t in any danger.
My pussy was so wet that I could feel how soaked the space between my legs had become. It was as if my body was trying to keep up with his sap production, and it was no surprise he could smell my desire for him.
My skin was overheating. It was as if I were in a sauna; the amount of heat that radiated from me was so intense that Zyre’s cool body couldn’t help me.
On top of that, I wanted, no, needed to taste more of his rich essence.
It was no surprise that his species fed nectar to one another whenever they had sex. We hadn’t even started the deed yet, and I was already losing energy from all of my rubbing, licking, and sucking.
Zyre must’ve noticed because he sat up and picked me up with his vines while I continued to pump hisblav.
I sighed in relief as he sat me on his lap, hisblavjolting out in front of my pussy. Its size was still greater than anything a human could muster, and it showed no signs of shrinking.
“Sit on my lap, like aluwaerishould, and take your fill from me.” He leaned in close and whispered in my ear. “Let me explore more of your body so I know where you like to be touched whenever you decide to seal us together.”
I almost begged him to do it, and I had to snap my eyes shut to keep from giving in, but I knew in my heart that now wasn’t the time.
All I could think about was continuing stroking and caressing his thick cock to gather his sap on my fingers to lick them off. I couldn’t trust myself from doing anything else.
