All I could do was hang there and moan, gripping the shredded petal sheets in delight. Moans and groans escaped my lips as I felt the increased sensation of his length rubbing against my folds. Hisblav’sthick capped head rubbed my clit as it poked out from its hood, sending a shudder of exquisite pleasure through my body each time we made contact.
I closed my eyes and succumbed to my drugged state, hyper focusing on the sensations he was producing.
His suckers worked hard on my nipples, while his dippers worked in unison with every thrust he made.
Zyre seemed content to grind against me, as if I were some flesh toy, which I was fine with in this moment. As he learned to find a consistent pattern, he let out soft hissing and pleasured grunts.
His vines tightened around me, holding my thighs together, as my pussy became so slick and wet, combined with the flow of sap seeping from the slits of hisblav, that there seemed to be no resistance to his grinding.
“I think I understand now,” Zyre exclaimed, quickening his pace. “I’ve never experienced anything like this. I can see how this could become addictive.”
The sensation of his dippers sliding into me, soothing my aroused walls with each of his ridges as he ground harder against my clit felt heavenly.
“More!!” I moaned, my breathing ragged.
Zyre grunted and complied.
My moans echoed throughout the room alongside his guttural, feral noises.
Hisblavridges brushed quickly over my clit as he gently, almost lovingly, pulled onto my hair and jerked my head back, sealing our lips in a branding kiss as euphoria washed over me.
“You’re mine.”
CHAPTERSIXTEEN
ZYRE
While wading in the bedroom pool, all I could think about was what by the Mot—I cast a glance at my sleepingluwaeritucked in her bed, hoping she hadn’t picked up on my prayer.
What had happened to me?
Was there something about myluwaerithat compelled me to go against everything I’d been taught?
Now I understood why she acted the way she did. Outside of reproduction, her people enjoyed pleasing their partners.
Was that why she wanted to kiss me the first time we met? Was she putting my abilities as a partner to the test?
Now that we’d done it a few times, I saw why it was so appealing.
Unfortunately, I was afraid that our initial kissing and now... mutual satisfaction... would cause my body to react more strongly to her presence.
How much longer would it take for myblavto swell uncontrollably? Would she look at me with pity and offer to help me, and I would gradually become a regrettable chore?
I vowed never to be an annoyance or a burden to myluwaeri.
I’d rather use my vines to spill my seed on the ground than force her to do something she didn’t want to do.
I could already feel my body tingling, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before my blav became uncontrollable, once again.
“Zyre?”
My head snapped in her direction, as my feet found the pool’s shore. The warm water washed over me, dripping from my leaves and onto the peach-colored sand.
“I’m here.”
She sat up and turned to face me, her hair disheveled as she clutched the new petal blanket I’d given her to replace the one I’d shredded against her chest and stared.
“What are you doing?” Her brown eyes widened as she took me in, scanning my body and stopping where my dormant blav lay, beneath the leaves around my waist. “Are you okay?”
