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Wanda moved back, flushed with heavy-lidded eyes, her hands leaving Christa’s breasts. She lay down, the bed of leaves expanding to make more room for them both. Christa became fascinated for a moment by how everything relocated without effort around them.

The questions she had could wait. Christa’s attention returned to the tiny dryad. Tumbling curls glimmered as if threaded with spun gold against the green bed when her arms lifted over her head. Her eyelashes dipped as she parted her thighs, offering Christa a chance to gaze upon her in all her naked glory as she took hold of a branch. Her body displayed, each curve, dip, and line, was there for Christa to treasure.

“I could look at you always and never grow tired.” Christa came forward and Wanda moaned at the soft skim of warm lips moving over her thigh.

She’d imagined this, but the reality was nothing as she imagined. The skin was as soft as that of a peach. The scent was subtle, not all peach. Underlying it, there was a delicate herb scent. Eroticand spicy when combined with her arousal that Christa could see glistening between her folds, on her thighs. “You smell so good.”

Chapter Thirteen

Wanda

Wanda’s eyes drifted closed because a part of her still believed this was an illusion. The gift she had thrown away in fear had somehow not vanished, and Christa had returned.

She lost herself to the feelings of desire for this demon. For the woman who accepted her and the connection she needed to survive in this world—her trees.

Warm, plump lips parted against her skin, and a tongue slid up towards the crease of her inner thigh. Shivers ran through her as the air touched the trail of wetness it left behind. Her body hummed in appreciation when Christa lapped at the essence which coated her thigh, inching closer to her center. Each lick sent tendrils of pleasure to her core, the wetness slipping free, making the leaves beneath her damp. She felt it. The heat of her own arousal throbbed in her untouched clit.

Wanda felt conflicted. She wanted to push up and encourage Christa to touch her more intimately. Having imagined her tongue on her clit, she wanted that, but also she didn’t want the soft, loving caresses to end.

Delicate fingers skimmed up her inner thighs, then fluttered down to her knees and calves, stroking the soft skin. Christa moved back up the outside of her legs, repeating the process and making Wanda’s skin buzz with flickers of desire as those fingers lingered close to her sex, not quite touching.

Her breath arrested in her lungs when thumb pads grazed the sides of her sex, deliberately pausing before sliding into her arousal and using the wetness to tease her clit, pushing back the hood to expose it to the air.

Wanda trembled at the delicate touch. At the feel of the air gently brushing her exposed clit.

“So good,” she whimpered, resisting pushing up in case Christa stopped.

Desire was a bright light inside her, like the sun caressing her naked body, heating it degree by degree. Wanda’s hands clutched blindly at branches, her moans escaping through parted lips. The branches wrapped around her wrists, knowing exactly what she desired. She wanted to feel their emotions, too. Her fingers curled into the branches, feeling alive. So very alive.

Can you feel how she touches me?

We do.

Her skin buzzed with the knowledge they were all connected. With each inhale, she smelled the richness of her desire as it slicked her sex. She could smell Christa’s, also. It was stronger, but with more sensual undertones than her own.

Hot breath touched her throbbing clit, so close but not close enough, as a branch snaked around her waist and held her captive.

“Lick me,” she moaned. “Please, I want to feel your mouth on me.” Her breasts strained as other branches cupped her. They pushed her breasts up as if in offering. Then leaves danced over her nipples when a tongue flicked at her exposed clit.

“Oh my. Oh, my. Ohhhh myyyy,” she gasped, held captive by her trees, unable to push up as the mouth danced away. Teasing her, teasing them.

The build of sexual tension growing inside her was like nothing she had ever experienced before. This was a passionate storm that thrashed and crashed inside her, leaving her desperate.

Mewling at the tongue dancing over the nub of sensitive flesh, her channel convulsed tightly, seeking more. So wet, her pussy made a squelching noise that grabbed Christa’s attention.

“So wet for me.” She blew over Wanda’s sex. The heat with the wetness made her cling desperately to the branches, her lower body straining to get closer to Christa.

“What do you want? Tell me,” Christa rasped sexily, more air hitting Wanda’s clit.

“I need you,” she answered, attempting to roll her hips up. “Want to feel your tongue inside me… your fingers.” Trembles shook her as Christa delicately licked up between her soaking lips, stopping before she reached her clit.

The pause was deliberate, as if waiting for something. Wanda’s eyelids fluttered open, she glanced down and became ensnared in the demon's gaze. Only then did Christa push her tongue inside.

Thick, mobile and so wet. The difference from the feel of a peach coated branch left Wanda’s body clenching tightly. The groan Christa released vibrated through Wanda and overstimulated from these new sensations, she squirted over and into Christa’s mouth. Her essence covered her cheeks, and Wanda’s burned with shame. Her eyes closed to hide from what she had done,her body stilling. Yet, she couldn’t escape or pretend how much Christa’s touch affected her.

The hands touching her quivering thighs were gentle, almost as if attempting to soothe. But Christa’s tongue pushed in deeper, lengthening as it thickened, causing Wanda to release a low, needy whimper at how it brushed over the sensitive flesh of her inner walls. Her body betrayed her as she reacted once more to the stimulation, her come filling Christa’s willing mouth.

Look at her.

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