Page 14 of Mushy Stuff
I walk up to him and take his hand and lead him into the bioluminescent room that I woke up in when he first found me. “Come with me, Wold.”
This seems to rouse him from his trance a little bit, although I don’t want him shaken out of it too much. I have plans for him in here.
None of the mushrooms are glowing, so the room is dark. I look at Wold. “Can you do what you did to make them glow?”
Without saying anything, he presses his hand to the wall, and they all begin to glow. It’s so beautiful. I’ve truly never seen anything like it in all my life.
I lead him to the large table like rock in the middle of this chamber, and I sit down. Wold is still standing and staring at me, so I pat the spot next to me and say, “Come, sit with me.” He sits, but continues to watch me.
He seems to relax a tiny bit over the next couple of minutes. Well, I don’t know if he actually relaxes, but he quit staring at me.
“Hey, Wold?”
He looks at me now, watching and waiting for whatever question I have.
“Do your people kiss?”
He gives me a slightly confused look and says, “I don’t know what that is.”
“I can show you.” I notice that his tail is nervously slapping the ground behind us. “Lean toward me.”
He does, and I kiss him. He briefly startles, tensing. But he quickly softens against my mouth and kisses me back. His kiss is a little clumsy at first, but he quickly gets the hang of it. I run my tongue along the seam of his lips to get him to open for me. When he does, I tease his tongue with mine, and he groans low in his throat. His tongue is smooth and silky. I can feel the split tip of it. It feels so much different than mine. He deepens our kiss, and I can feel the press of his fangs against my lips.
I slide my leg across his lap and straddle him. He groans again and cups my ass with those giant hands. I break our kiss and begin trailing kisses along his jaw and onto his neck.
In a husky voice he says, “Lydia…” I continue kissing his neck ignoring him. “Lydia…I can’t control…it’s not safe.”
Between kisses I say, “Safe for whom?” Then I use my teeth to nip his ear.
He groans and his whole body shudders. “Safe for you.”
I’m still kissing his neck when I say, “It’s safe. You won’t hurt me. You didn’t hurt me last time.” Then I pull my shirt over my head and take my bra off immediately after. Wold groans and palms my breasts in his hands.
I can feel the hard ridge of his cock, and I can see its glow coming from under me. I bite my lip and grind myself against it.
With a groan, he begins running his nose down my throat toward my chest. He inhales, and he sighs. “I’m afraid of hurting you.”
I look at his glowing eyes, and say, “You won’t. But, I have an idea.”
He tilts his head curiously.
“Lay back.”
He just stares at me like I’ve lost my mind.
Again, I say, “Lay back on the boulder.” He does, and I grab each of his hands and put them straight up over his head.
“Those vines you used to tie me, can you make some?” The vines in his hair start growing longer. I begin wrapping them around his wrists and I use my teeth to cut them once his hands are bound together. I spit out the bitter green taste of them, then I use the rest of the length to tie his hands to a large, exposed root near his head. Then Ilook at him and say, “There. you don’t need to worry about hurting me.”
He watches me and I can swear that his eyes are glowing brighter now, and I hear his tail swat the boulder.
I stand up with one foot on either side of his stomach, then I pull my pants and underwear off. I lower myself back down to straddle his stomach. Then I lean down and kiss him.
When I move to kiss his neck again, he says in a whisper that sounds like a growl, “Lydia, I need to taste you.” I bite my lip and smile. He wants me to sit on his face.
I slide up his body and work my knees into place on each side of his face between his arms and head.
Before I can even lower myself onto him, I feel that long tongue lightly brush against my pussy. I gasp, and I hear a low growl in his throat. There’s another light brush of his tongue against my pussy, and I start to lower toward his face. I’m craving more of that tongue. The next touch is firm as he slides his tongue through the folds of my pussy and circles my clit with that deliciously forked tip.
