The vines on my ankles spread my legs far apart, and I shivered in anticipation as air hit the exposed flesh. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing as his vines continued to wind their way up my legs, immobilizing my body completely in midair.
A part of me knew I should be afraid to be in such a position, but instead, there was something inside me that welcomed this—welcomed what he was doing.
As I gazed down at him, all I could see within his glowing teal eyes was how much he wanted me—wanted to please me. There were no signs of aggression, but instead of love and care.
“You are my gift from the Mother Tree, myluwaeri,” he purred as he raised his hand and brushed the back of his hand along the inner part of my legs, sending a shiver up along my spine. “I shall worship you like a tree does the sun, always grateful for your attention. Your love.”
Both of his suckers neared, waving closer to my body, but halting right before they would touch my beaded nipples.
I squirmed, trying to wiggle my body enough, arching my back to get his vines to touch me.
Zyre chuckled and halted his hand on my inner thigh as his vines dove for my needy breasts.
I gasped, my lips tightened around his feeder vine as the pair twisted around my breasts, holding them lovingly as their suckers enveloped over my hardened nipples. They felt like soft petals, as they slowly caressed my breasts and sucked in time with each contraction.
Something moved inside each sucker, feeling like a thin tendril snaking around my nipples without breaking his vine’s hold on them. They felt like small tongues, lapping all over, jolting me with miniature shocks with each time his suckers pulled.
I was so aroused by now, all I could do was throw my head back and moan even louder than before into his bobbing vine as my nipples were squeezed and teased by the blooms’ wicked tongues until the nubs were taut.
The feeling was incredible, as he rotated between compressing my breasts and pinching my nipples. Every passing moment, the more of his rich nectar I drank, the wetter my legs became, as my body prepared itself to be filled by him.
Slowly, he backed up against my bed, allowing himself to sit down and never breaking our locked gazes. His hand fell from my leg, swiftly replaced by his last free vine.
I watched as the corn textured end vine neared, and flinched when its warm tongue dragged along my leg, drinking up my flowing essence.
A purr escaped from his lips as he closed his eyes.
“You taste so exquisite.” He moaned. “Like the finest fruit from my jungle, rich and full of flavor.”
His vine dragged closer to my nether folds as he took his time cleaning my essence from my legs, purposely skipping the place I wanted him to go.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I whimpered and shook my body in hopes to get him to go to the place he was neglecting.
“Soon,luwaeri,” Lyra growled. “I need to make sure you are prepared enough to take me.”
Suddenly, before I was able to complain, his vine dragged its textured end between my pussy lips, and then swiftly moved it back and forth.
I couldn’t help but jerk in my bindings, as bolts of lightning rocked through me. The warm bubbling from within swiftly grew to a boil as he continued to rub me, the bumps from his end massaging my clit, making me see stars.
“You taste so good that I have to sample you from the source before I plant myblavinside you.”
With those words, his long forked tongued end found my entrance, and slowly traced around the rim, as if he was teasing me. Suddenly, he swiftly pushed his textured dipper vine inside, filling me in one fluid motion.
All I could do was to arch my back as the shocks of pleasure rocked through me.
If this was him preparing me, I couldn’t fathom what hisblavwould look or feel like.
I watched him as he moved away the leaves from around his waist, revealing his familiar colorful bulb—all hard and all of its ridges oozed with sap.
His glowing teal eyes watched mine as he wrapped a hand around the bulb. Slowly, he rubbed it, matching his vine with the movement of his hand. It was almost as if he was imagining his vine being his cock—hisblav—thrusting inside me.
The colorful bulb grew larger than the size of his hand could handle before blooming into a large thick textured purple rod. With each swift movement, it grew, until it appeared to be a large five petaled flower with a thick bumpy, pine cone-shaped pistol dripping an iridescent layer covering it.
His gaze was heated—determined—as he sent me nonverbal promises of what was about to happen.
Slowly, he pulled his vine from my mouth, dropping it to the side and allowing me to take long full breaths for the first time in a while. Licking my lips, I could taste the rich nectar left behind, instantly missing his sweet drink.
“Do you want to continue?” His voice was deeper, filled with lust, as his teal eyes dimmed slightly. “I understand if you—”
