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I pulled some flowers from my hair and let small braids dangle around my face. I smiled at him, cupped his face, and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thanks for doing the ceremony. It meant a lot to my father, Rune and to me too.”

Simon returned the kiss, sweetly at first. Then it turned hungry, desperate.

“It was my pleasure. However, you have lied to me.” He raised his furry brow.

I bit my lip and let my finger run down his torso. Goosebumps erupted across his skin. “Like I said, I would never.” I faked a yawn and put my hand to my mouth. “Here, help me undress. I think I’d like to go to sleep now.” I turned and put my hands behind my head to try to untie the wrapped dress.

Instead of feeling Simon tackle me to the sheets, I felt something slither around my wrists. When I lifted my arms, I saw green, thick vines wrapped around my wrists and waist. I yelped in surprise and was turned to face Simon. His eyes had turned dark and were full of lust and desire.

“Like I said, I don’t like it when my mate lies to me. I will punish mates who are dishonest.”

My breath hitched, and I swore I felt a tear run down my leg.

New kink - unlocked.

I felt the vines wrap around each ankle. I watched as they slithered up my leg, up to my knees.

“Are you controlling them?” I gasped when I watched Simon slowly untie the tiny bows of my dress.

“I’m figuring it out,” he mumbled below my ear and gave it a tentative lick.

My nipples tightened when my dress fell.

“I feel kind of weird that the vines are watching…”

Simon chuckled darkly, his deep laughter resonating in the dimly lit room. I could feel the rough texture of his hands as they slowly traced a tantalizing path up my body, sending shivers down my spine. “It’s nature. They are used to this sort of thing.”

His touch left a trail of warmth on my skin, igniting a longing that consumed me. Then he grabbed a vine with a thick bloom. He ran it across my breast. He circled my nipple, tickling me.

I panted as he let the bud explore every inch of me. From behind my ear, my neck, the curve of my hip to my stomach. I yearned for his touch to venture further, to caress my breasts and explore the depths between my thighs. I imagined it was his tongue. Goddess, I wanted him.

I whimpered. “Simon, please?”

Simon licked between my breasts. “You said you were too tired. Are you changing your mind?”

I tightened my jaw and nodded, conceding far too quickly.

Simon’s lips curled into a smirk as he watched the vines wrap around my body for a better grip, and spread my arms and legs apart. Their sinewy movements weaved and tightened like snakes. I could see the mischievous glint in his eyes as he circled around me, his gaze taking in every inch of my exposed body.

“It’s a shame because I’m not sure if I am in the mood anymore.”

Okay, not fair at all!

I groaned and leaned my head forward.

The vine beneath my breast loosened and dragged itself over my skin. My body was over-stimulated. It was aching, wanting more. The vine curled around my breast and dug into my skin. Its movement was quick and unexpected when it pulled away, then whipped itself against my nipple. I gasped, my pussy weeping at the sting.

Simon flicked his tongue over the tiny red strike that was left behind, humming into my nipple. He backed away, observing the work of his vines.

The long, tentacle-like arms extended, poised for another strike.

My pussy tightened around nothing.

I was ready for it to happen again.

Simon walked back in front of me, a grin on his face.

Bondage and whipping, oh my goddess.

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