Page 4 of Little Green Vines
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
The outhouse came into view, but I found myself sprinting past it. I couldn’t stay here. I tried to tell myself it was because I was mortified, humiliated, embarrassed…
But that wasn’t true. As I raced through the lush garden, I should’ve stopped to question how such a garden was able to grow like this in the middle of the woods. Sunlight was horrible here, and the soil conditions weren’t the greatest…. But all I could think about was how I wasn’t running from fear of Iris.
I was running because I was turned on, and that scared me.
My little flower was running away. How cute.
I stared through the window, watching as she darted through my plants. I wasn’t exactly an honest creature; I’d said I was going to leave that cucumber, but I still wanted the taste of her on my tongue. Chuckling to myself, I licked the length of it, savoring the flavor of Poppy before putting it back down.
I’d hidden my true form from her while we were eating. I didn’t want to scare her—not yet, anyway. I preferred to save that for when I forced her to her knees, and her tongue was sliding around inside my cunt.
“Don’t run, little flower!” I called out, amplifying my voice so I was sure she’d hear. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you!”
I was a demoness of the earth. Everything about these woods was connected to me. Every footstep she made, I felt. I knew exactly where she was, and I couldn’t have planned it better if I tried. I raised my hand and twisted my wrist, wiggling my fingers as they shifted to sharp, pointed claws. A scream told me my intentions were successful, and as I rounded the corner, I found my sweet flower lying in a lush moss bed, her wrists and ankles restrained by wisteria vines.
“Whoareyou?” she squealed as I came closer.
“I’m the keeper of this forest, little flower. I’m the one you’re meant for, and I’m going to teach you, train you, show you how you can have everything you desire—if you obey and please me,” I explained, dropping down to my knees beside her.
Her big blue eyes frantically looked around, looking anywhere but at me.
“There’s nobody else here, flower. Just you and me, I’m afraid.” I smiled, really liking the sound of that. The scent of her orgasm from earlier was permeating the air as her dress rode up on her thighs, nearly showing me a peek of her pussy.
“I-I need to get home. My family—”
“Is dead.”
Her gaze snapped to mine. Finally. “Excuse me?”
“Oh, flower,” I sighed, trailing my claws up her leg. “As I said, I’ve been waiting a very long time… Years, really. I’ve watched. I’ve waited.”
“For what?” she asked, and I knew I wasn’t imagining the breathiness of her tone.
I tsked. “To lure you here. To claim you, taste you, fuck you.”
Poppy sucked in a sharp breath at my words, and I loved the way her round, pale cheeks got redder with embarrassment. “Why now? Why today?”
“It’s your twenty-fifth birthday, is it not? I couldn’t have you until today… but it’s okay. You’re worth the wait. Tell me, have you ever been fucked before? And I don’t mean by your own hands—we both know the answer to that question,” I purred, replaying that scene from earlier in my head.
Those big blue eyes looked away from me. She kept showing me how much of a natural submissive she was; it was delicious. When she didn’t respond, I slapped her inner thigh. Not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that I was waiting for an answer.
“N-no,” she stammered, her tits nearly spilling out of the top of her dress.
I smiled wickedly. “You mean no man has put his filthy cock inside of this sweet pussy?” I reached out and cupped her entire sex with my hand. Poppy jerked against her restraints while I marveled at the heat that was radiating from her body.
She shook her head. I felt my own cunt weep with excitement as I shifted my thighs. Not only did I have this young, beautiful treasure… but she was untouched? Would the blessings never cease?
Removing my hand from between her legs, I held up a long, sharp claw. “I’m going to look at what’s mine. Hold very still…” Poppy shivered as my claw pressed against the fabric of her dress, right between her big tits.
“W-what are you doing?”
“What you want me to do... What you’ve beencraving, my sweet flower. A woman has needs, and by my count, it’s been far too long for both of us,” I whispered, sliding my claw through the cotton fabric, enjoying the ripping sound mixing with her panting breaths. When her breasts spilled out, I growled low in my throat. “These are fucking beautiful.”
I helped myself and retracted the claws on my thumbs enough that I wouldn’t cut her. I needed to tease those nipples more than I needed air. They were the palest pink against her creamy skin and so, so fucking responsive. Poppy whimpered, turning her face away.
“Your body sings for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” I said with wonder, rolling her peaked nipples. Goosebumps broke out over her flesh as she trembled, but she wasn’t afraid. I could smell fear. No, my sweet flower… She was primed and ready to give me her nectar. “Don’t hide from me. There is nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to moan and writhe around, you can.” I let go of her nipples and continued slicing her dress. “I can see you holding your noises in, little flower. If I wanted that, I would have gagged you.”
