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lightly over his skin and soaked up the remaining come from
his belly and chest. Sometime soon, I was going to have to
actually taste that on my tongue instead of through my vines.
I enjoyed the flavor of a man's seed, and I wondered how
much different a shifter's would taste compared to that of a
Fae or even a human. I was willing to bet it would taste a
little wild. Giving in to temptation, one of my vines coated in
Wynn's come rose up next to me, waiting for me to open my
mouth.
Glancing at Wynn's face to see if he was looking, I noted
that his eyes were closed and he seemed to be enjoying his
post-orgasm high. A pleased grin appeared on my lips. I was
incredibly happy that I'd managed to put that expression on
his face. I opened my mouth, and the vine slid inside. My
tongue curled around the vine, and I sucked gently. I moaned
softly, my eyes closing at the exquisite combination of
sucking my vine and tasting Wynn.
I was right.
Wynn's come did have a wild taste along with the standard
salty flavor. Pleasure from sucking on my vine and having
Wynn's seed in my mouth sent a shiver up my spine and
blood to my cock. Thanks to the spring bloom, my recovery
time was phenomenal. If Wynn would allow it, I could
probably fuck him through the rest of the afternoon and
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maybe even most of the night. My cock was hard again and
nestled perfectly between his tight little ass cheeks. I couldn't
seem to help the tiny hip thrusts. Letting Wynn rest after our
intense scene would be the decent thing to do, but I wanted
him again.
My sucking and licking the last of Wynn's come off the vine
still in my mouth wasn't helping to make me less aroused,
either.
"Holy fuck, that's hot, Etireh," Wynn said in a husky voice.
I opened my eyes to find Wynn watching me intently.
Desire was coming to life in his eyes. My vines snaked over
his body, fondling him, and I was surprised to find his cock
starting to firm up again. Vines teased at his still slicked and
stretched hole. Wynn sucked in a sharp breath before
wriggling his hips, encouraging me to push inside him.
How, in the name of all the gods, was I supposed to resist
such a blatant invitation?
The vine slipped from my mouth, and I stroked a hand
over his hip. "Wynn, are you sure you want to offer me more
right now? That was a pretty intense scene."
"Oh, yeah. More is a fan-freaking-tastic idea. It'll have to
be something not quite so kinky this time, though. My arms
and legs still kinda feel like jelly. I don't think I can move a
whole lot."
Wynn sounded like he was still floating in pleasure. My
smile returned at the thought that I was responsible for that.
My vines curled around Wynn's semi-hard cock, bringing him
fully erect with slow, gentle strokes. I matched the movement
of my vines with my hips, sliding my cock back and forth
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between his ass cheeks. More vines were busy touching him
wherever they could, and I pressed soft kisses over the back
of his neck and shoulders. Wynn groaned and arched into me.
"Damn that feels good. The thing with your vines is... it's
like there's fingers touching me everywhere."
"Indeed," I said with a smile, between kisses. "Wherever
my vines touch you, I can feel it. Some people don't like the
vines, so if you want me to stop using them like that, I will."
I hoped like hell Wynn wouldn't ask me to stop. My vines
were a part of me. It heightened my arousal and pleasure to
include them during sex. Most of the Fae I'd had sex with
didn't want my vines touching them and acted as if they'd be
dirtied by such a thing. The few humans I'd had sex with had
freaked out at the first touch of the vines, even though they'd
been aware that I was of dryad blood.
"People didn't like your vines? What are they, nuts?" Wynn
asked, as he turned his head to stare at me in disbelief.
"Aside from the simply awesome BDSM potential, it's kinky as
hell and feels damn good. You've been fucking all the wrong
people, Etireh."
I laughed and kissed Wynn hard. Apparently, he was right.
I let go of the tight control I had on my vines and allowed
them to simply wander over Wynn's body just as my hands
were. He shivered in my arms, and when I pushed my tongue
into his mouth, he immediately started sucking lightly on it. A
quiet groan twisted from my throat at the erotic act as my
mind flashed back to how utterly gorgeous Wynn had looked
with my cock stuffed down his throat while restrained by my
vines. I'd have loved to do that again, but Wynn said he
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