He barely had time to recover and I was straddling him, reaching for him to place that bulging length right where I wanted it most. A long hiss left my rejecting mate as I butted him up against my slit, brushing the head along my folds, and slowly enveloped him.
Those graceful looking hands clapped to my hips, his back arching as my body welcomed him, urging me to move.
My hand slammed down next to his head, getting the wince I wanted, my other hand going to his hip to hold him in place. My eyes bore into his as I started to move.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he panted out as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head.
Funny. I wasn’t feeling so courteous.
My inner muscles gave him a squeeze as my hips swiveled. The sucking, wet sounds of two beings becoming one were loud, the mud squishing into my knees, probably his ass crack and who knew where else, competed with the noises of our union. Soft, squeaked out moans and groans left him, lips parted, eyes wide.
Greniv’s hands grew adventurous as he finally just let the fuck go. My skin rippled as his fingers coasted over my chest, where my breasts were hidden.
His hips still tried to move with mine, even as I held him in place and took what I wanted. His eyes were half shifted, his skin a light, pale green. I could feel his cock in its beginning stages of shift. Denying him this, a vine slid down my inner thigh, wrapping around the base of his shaft.
Rocking on him, the vine roiling over my clit, I nearly came from that alone. My hips began to tremble in the beginnings of something good when he gripped my hips, loosening my hold on him, lifting me up to thrust up into me so hard if I had teeth in this form they’d have rattled.
What passed for a soft moan in my Marsh skin erupted from my throat.
“I can’t stop.” He sounded like he was begging, his eyes pleading, thrusting up into me urgently. He was shaking so hard he was losing his grip, his hips pumping up into me in a pounding rhythm. I was supposed to be the one taking, and yet I felt taken. My hands slid up his arms, vines starting to sprout up along his well-defined biceps and farther along, kissing his shoulders and neck with cropped up moss, as I went.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he strained, expression tight, sweat beading his brow. Putting us both out of our misery, I slid the rest of the way down his length, my channel clenching him tight, like it never wanted to let go, and then we began moving together. Convinced this was fucking, plain and simple, not lovemaking, and therefore okay in thescrew the asshole that jilted youplay book, I ground down onto him, until I felt like he was at the heart of me, threatening to burst into his shifted form and plant roots deep, right then and there.
His lower half burst into his shift and he did just that. We both cried out as I came and he followed after. A strangled howl nearly deafening me left him as his shift overtook him and his cock burst once more. One moment I was the one taking him, and then he was Marsh, and his thickened length, vines writhing and all, had overtaken me.
His scent was so thick, choking me with it, I came again almost instantly. His stems sprouted as the mating spores we gave off mingled and mixed, clouding the air. We were breathing in mystical plant cum and sucking in breaths to come and come again, like two junkies addicted to it. Maybe we were.
His fingers began to burrow into my flesh as mine automatically did the same to his, until our bodies were entwining, inside and out, and it became near impossible to tell where I began and he ended.
Stuck in an endless cycle of orgasmic euphoria, we remained that way for what could have been moments or even hours, all span of time and reasoning lost to me.
When it was all over and our bodies began to recede back into their rightful persons, I felt the loss of him instantly. The sound he made sounded equally as sad.
Fearful we’d just end up right where I’d been back at his house, I stood while he was still recovering, and rushed to the pond.
His mouth opened and he started to say something. He looked like he really wanted to but had forgotten it wasn’t possible, completely shifted as he was. All he could do was let loose, as I opened up the bottom of the pond and slid deep into the soil of my marsh to hide, where he couldn't follow, a garbled gurgle of a shout leaving him.
A roar followed when I didn’t surface.
“Aster?” he croaked out hoarsely, once he’d gotten a hold of himself enough to shift. “Aster, please, I know you can hear me,” he called out, while I watched him unabashedly without fear of being caught. “I’d like to- I want to-” His hand shot to his head and he shoved his fingers through his hair.
Grimacing, he pulled his hand away, then flicked the muck off his palm. His hair stuck up like a cowlick, dark locks plastered to his head on the other side. One look down at his mud caked, naked ass, his shirt soaked through, mud splattering his fallen glasses, and he shocked the sproutlings clean off of me when he chuckled. Shaking his head, he put his ruined clothes back on, smiling ruefully at the gaping maw that was once his underwear and jeans, tucking them in until he was barely decent. Picking up our love blossom, he stilled as he peeked down into the pot. “Thank you,” he murmured, a smile transforming his features. I wasn’t sure who he meant that towards, our pitiful love flower or me.
Glancing around, he examined the trees, the bushes, the water soaked muddy ground. “I’m sorry for the horrible things I said and did. The way I acted… I’ve no excuse. I was a petty, ugly, mean person to you and you didn’t deserve it, any of it, not a lick. And you don’t owe me anything, but I’d really love it if I- If we- Mostly me- Ah, all me- If I could have another chance? Please?”
When I didn’t answer, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might burst, he turned, biting his lip, shoulders slumping, pale white ass spilling from the butt of his pants like cowboy chaps, and began to work his way out of my Marsh.
Unable to take torturing him a moment longer, I blew out the breath I’d been holding and all the emotions I bottled up with it.
A surprised noise left Greniv. The Marsh man glanced up then, his eyes shining with what I was suspecting was not a sudden allergic reaction to the pollen I’d released, and he hugged our love bloom, two fresh petals sprouting from it, to his chest. “You won’t regret it!” he swore, his throat working like he had something stuck in it.
At the edge of the marsh, he put his hand to one the trees there and concentrated. It felt like shockwaves straight to my heart as he closed his eyes and his arms shifted. His hand lifted as something like a soft gasp left me. “I promise you, I’m going to make sure you never regret this, Aster- Uhm. Shoot.” Green eyes widened with worry. Did he not know the name of the plant nursery? “I don’t even know your last name…” An odd, goofy look overtook his handsome face and he nearly bellowed, like he didn’t care who heard or wanted everyone in this county and maybe the next to hear, “I’m going to make you love me, Aster Marsh!” Lower, he mumbled, as if I wasn’t meant to hear, “And I’m going to make you mine and keep you until the day I mold into the marsh and die, if it’s the last thing I do.”
Pleasure unfurled in my belly. Try as I might to hide it, I could already spy more petals sprouting to life on our love blossom. The parade of blossom confetti sprinkling the man like sweet scented kisses was probably tipping my hand, but I couldn't control it.
Chapter 11
Greniv
