I was so surprised by his outburst that I gasped, and his tongue took advantage.
Zyre kissed me feverishly as if trying to seal our connection together, making sure that I knew that I was his. His feather-soft lips pressed hard against mine as his tongue explored my mouth like he owned it.
I was hisluwaeri, his love, his savior from a lonely life.
Leaning into him, I kissed him back and sent all of my love through our kiss. Though we lived as two separate beings, at this moment forward, we were one.
He moaned as my tongue danced with his, the erotic promise of what was to come. I melted into his arms, surrendering myself to him so he could worship me like the males in his species did for their mates.
Zyre was mine as much as I was his—and I was ready to prove it to him.
He pulled his face away from mine and swiftly shoved our blanket onto the floor.
His teal eyes glowed brightly as all of his vines danced around him, like cobras waiting to strike.
“Tell me how I’m supposed to touch you,” Zyre said, his voice thick with lust. “What do I have to do to make you scream with pleasure and beg for more?”
“Just touch me,” I begged, arching my body in an attempt to get closer to him. “You did an amazing job before, just continue to study my reactions and work with them, to discover what I like. Just know that I’m not afraid of you or your vines—and there’s no need to worry about how your ekila affects me. Just fuck me. Please.”
“Your wish is mine,” he swore; his heated gaze scanned my body as his nimble hands swiftly traced over me, as if he were making silent promises of what he was going to do to me.
His feeder vines towered over me, their centers glistening with iridescent liquid, as if they were trying to entice me to lick their rich nutritional nectar until I had my fill.
Suddenly, one of the vines closed its petals and dived for me, pressing its end in the middle of my closed lips. Licking the seam of my mouth, an explosion of pumpkin spice, caramel apple and warm vanilla flavors welcomed me, sending a shiver of pleasure down my throat wherever the nectar traveled.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as a loud moan ripped from my throat, opening my lips wide enough for the vine to slip in. The flower tip jetted to the back of my throat, where its budded petals rested on my tongue and began pouring his rich nectar down my throat.
I welcomed the vine and its yummy treasure it provided, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more—to be closer to him.
Completely distracted by the flower bud in my mouth, with my eyes closed as I continued to gulp down the sugary goodness, Zyre allowed the other vines to quickly take advantage of my current state.
His vines sneakily slipped around my wrists and ankles, securing themselves tightly around them as I happily continued to suck his flowery cocktail.
Maybe it was his unique nectar that made me both keyed up with anticipation but also lacked any sense of warning that a normal person should have. But I was used to weird things, oddities, and being trapped in simulations by gadgets and monsters.
Zyre wasn’t a monster—he was an alien who wanted me for me, no matter our differences. I trusted Zyre, and knew he wouldn’t harm me.
And I couldn’t lie, the thrill of the unknown and what he would do to me just made this whole experience that much more exciting. Our few times together seemed like an appetizer to what this was, and I was the full-course meal for him to sample.
The vine in my mouth tried to snake farther, as if it wasn’t happy with its current location in my mouth. A small sense of panic sunk in, for I didn’t want to choke to death via gag reflex, but I wanted to see what his plan was.
The extended head pushed inward until I began to choke, the spongy protrusion blocking my airway. I tried to turn my head, but the bloom followed my every movement, to gaze at my plantman, begging him to slow down, to take it easy.
I wasn’t against this, and what he was doing, but I needed more time to get used to it.
It was as if he sensed my hesitation, for the flowery feeder just lightly bobbled at the entrance of my throat like a floating fishing rig, moving just enough to let me know it was still there.
At first, I couldn’t breathe, and I began choking in my little panic. After a few more bobs, I had gotten used to the feeling of a steady sugary drink being poured down my throat like a water faucet with only its first peg open. Once I was able to control myself, and Zyre allowed more air to come in between bobs, I was finally able to enjoy all the sensations flooding into me at once.
“I’m sorry,luwaeri,” Zyre said, his voice filled with an intense worry. “It seems my vine wanted to burrow itself in the warmth of your throat as we continued to give you all the nutrients you need for our mating.”
Suddenly, I was lifted off of my bed, and was completely floating in the air by his will and strength of his vines. Opening my eyes, I stared down at him in wonder at the strength he was demonstrating. I knew he was capable of carrying me while swinging through the jungle, but holding me in the air with nothing but his vines was still an amazing feat.
The three remaining vines danced in front of me, moving like snakes, swaying back and forth, and all of them keeping the same flowing rhythm as if they were waiting for an opportunity to strike.
My face felt flushed as the first tingling of arousal began to bubble within the depths of my stomach as my nipples hardened, needing to be sucked. I could feel my folds becoming slick with my great need to be filled—to be closer to him.
All my mind and body could concentrate on was him and finding relief for my throbbing pussy. I moaned loudly into the feeder as the vines raised my arms above my head, keeping my wrists wrapped tightly together.
