This close, I can’t stop my attention from following the perfect line and bridge of his face. The way he’s entire skeleton is a woven tapestry of vines and roots that hide all that soft fur underneath. I briefly wonder what it would be like to be chased by the other part of him. The beast with the red eyes and claws. To be hunted and dragged into his lair where he forces me to take him.
“Eyes forward, wife,” he grumbles. “If you make me fuck you on Searon’s back, I’ll have to kill him and he’s been with me since nearly the beginning.”
Despite the grudging threat, I snicker. “I haven’t said a word.”
Eyes harboring the faint hint of red turn down to me. His lips find my ear. His hand splays across my abdomen, curves under my left breast.
“Do you think I can’t smell your sweet arousal? It covered every inch of our bedroom for years. I would wake with my cock hard, reaching for you, forgetting you were gone.”
A shiver passes through me. “Did you touch yourself?”
His fingers flex. Tighten. “Yes. Came all over my hand, but you weren’t there, on your hands and knees, crawling between my legs to lick me clean. I had to waste what belongs inside my wife.”
I know he can hear the unsteady catch in my lungs. Can feel the tremor in my thighs when I press them closed.
“I touched myself a lot, too,” I confess. “It was never enough.”
I’m lifted as if I weigh nothing and turned. My feet are planted on his thighs and I stand facing him. He’s still much too big and I’m forced to tilt my head to look up into his eyes.
“I know,” he growls into my ear. “I watched you stuff things in your hole and cum.”
Beneath me, vines shift and coil up my leg. Twine around my thighs. They push against my opening. Invade.
“Quiet,” he warns when I choke on a gasp. His big hand cups my ass and cradles me against his chest. “If Searon hears you, I’ll kill him right here.”
He’s writhing inside me. The vines spool and bulge. There’s so much. The weight alone has my toes curling.
“I touched myself watching you,” he breathes into my ear. “I fucked my hand, wishing it was me stretching your cunt the way you let those toys.”
“How ... how did you...?”
I wedge my sob against his neck.
“Your mother keeps a lot of house plants.”
I raise my face to peer into his. “You can watch people through plants?”
He kisses me as he pumps his vines faster.
“I’m the demiurge of the wild. I am connected to nature. All of nature.”
I think of the plants Mom keeps all over the house. The multiple pots in my bedroom alone.
The unexpected accidents every man I’ve tried to date has experienced.
“Did you kill those men?”
The red in his eyes deepens. “They touched you.” The vines hum with his anger. “They put their hands on what belonged to me.”
“You can’t kill...” I break off with my lip caught between my lips as he pushes against something that has my soul leaving my body.
“I can. I will.” He fucks me harder, sending my head back. “This is mine, Rina.”
I dig my heels into his thighs as I ride his tentacles. As they bunch and knot and stuff me so full I break.
“Vaelith...”
I wheeze his name against his mouth. I kiss him as I cum. Making him swallow my every moan.
