Page 27 of Moist!

chapter four

MIA

“And does this help, Mia?”

Now that we’re eye to eye, Creature’s broadly angled face drops to one side as he studies me and judges my response as the flat, slick side of the leaf presses firmly against the gusset of my shorts.

The thick vein of the leaf finds the seam of my pussy and presses upwards, pushing the tight fabric of my shorts and panties between my folds.

Still stuck on my hands and knees, I feel a moan rising in my throat, and I try my hardest to swallow it down before it escapes my lips. I fail, and my eyes squeeze shut in both embarrassment and pleasure.

“Open your eyes,” he commands gently as the vines snake out from his hand, so glossy as they curve around my face to cup my chin.

I make so many bad decisions.

I open my eyes.

“They are a soft brown like the cattails that grow along the water.” Creature holds my face firmly as the vines beneath me undulate, flicking their firm leaves one after the other over the apex of my thighs. “And when I do this, your eyes become dark and velvety, like a mink. ”

The leaves suddenly move in quick succession, sliding and slapping, over and over, until my pussy is throbbing and my clit is pulsing in rhythm with his touch.

“I…I can do that myself… Not exactly that, but I can make myself feel good,” I stammer, my voice dropping to a husky whimper. “I can do it all on my own.”

Creature’s leaves and vines suddenly stop, pulling back from my pussy but still holding me in place. My hips buck, seeking out their touch. I was getting so close to coming.

“It’s my job to protect and heal this land. I am good at my job.” Creature frowns, but I can’t focus on his words. I just want to feel more. “You need an orgasm, you just said that, and someone to listen, you just said that too. So, I will do it. What do you need?”

“What? Why’d they stop?” I sputter out breathlessly, desperately. Pitiful. “I’m fine. I can handle it.”

“What do you need?” he asks again, his voice more forceful.

I need to get back to my apartment and make use of my vibrator. I need to delete all my dating apps. And I have to give up on the hope of ever fucking again, because this is what horniness has brought me to—seriously considering letting a swamp monster I just met and yelled at get me off.

“No!” I move frantically, yanking at my vine shackles, digging my fingers into the soil to push myself up and out of his grip. I manage to get myself sideways, taking clumps of grass with me.

“Stop! I’ll let you go, but you’re hurting the land!” Creature yells, and vines, more than I can count, sprout from the ground and unfurl from the hard center of his body. They strike out at me from his chest and stomach, several vines shooting from his thighs.

They wrap around me, around my legs and in between them, around my waist and chest and arms, until I’m completely bound from ankle to neck. I wiggle and writhe, some vines stuck high and pressing against my crotch. I jerk my hips up and moan.

The crush of plant matter should hurt, but oddly, it feels comforting.

For a moment, I’m too overwhelmed with sensation to worry about my sad past, or the exes who never cared enough to give me half the pleasure a walking plant has brought me in the past ten minutes.

I like this feeling, but my judgement has always been flawed, so I must be wrong now.

I fight harder against the vines.

“Stop, Mia.” His voice drops to a soothing coo, the vines tightening into a firm embrace.

“Toss me out of your swamp then. I won’t come back,” I choke out, struggling with his binds. But I can’t ignore how amazing it feels to be held all over, to feel the leaf-like fingers in places I hadn’t been touched in so long. My skin is starved for contact.

“But I can help.” There is a sudden hopeful eagerness to Creature’s commanding voice that stills me.

Wrapped up like I am, I can’t move anyways, but the hard green angles of his face soften as he speaks.

I can’t stop looking. His violet eyes are angled and widely spaced, giving him a perpetual look of curiosity and determination, like a scout ready to earn his next badge.

Their glow casts purple light down on his broad cheekbones and determined jawline.

His nose is not much more than two slits in the twist of vines that make up his body.

His mouth is a firm line, sleek like the leaves that touch me now.

Would his lips feel just as soft?

“I will let you go. Of course, I will.” He nods reassuringly and waits for me to confirm I understand him. I nod back. “The swamp will heal on its own in time. You can leave. But I can help if you let me.”

“You want to get me off?” I ask. “For the good of the swamp?”

“Yes.” Creature stares at me, running his gaze up and down my length, as if assessing his plan of attack. “And because I am good at my job. Now, tell me what you need.”

Leaves of my plant-made cocoon flutter over my skin, awakening already overstimulated nerve endings.

Vines ripple against my muscles, my ass and thighs, moving like a massage, with infinite hands working me all at once.

Creature squeezes so tight, I think I might pop, and then he pulls back just enough to make me miss the pain.

I have terrible judgement, horrible, horrible judgement, but what will one time with a swamp monster hurt?

“Tell me what you need,” he repeats.

“I…I prefer someone starts slow.” I stutter out my request, and the vines suddenly stop, loosening around my body and laying me down in the grass on my back.

“ Uh , not completely stopping,” I blurt out for fear of losing how far his touch has already gotten me.

“Okay, then how do you want me to start?”

I’m doing this. I’m really doing this. I swallow hard.

“ Ummm …start with my breasts and…and, ah , my nipples.” My partners always seemed to rush past this part on their way to their own gratification.

Suddenly, Creature has me wrapped in his vines again, neck to foot, with only a window of opening in the bindings that exposes my chest. He moves to straddle my thighs, his tree bark-like legs surprisingly pliable as he pins me beneath him into the soft, grassy earth.

He smiles as he looks down at me, his whole face lighting up with a cocky confidence I so desperately want to believe.

Vines from his arms snake out over my body to grab the front zipper of my sports bra.

I expect him to yank the thing off, but instead, he slowly pulls the zipper down, exposing inch after inch of my swollen breasts to the moist air.

It is so warm, I can’t feel where my skin ends and the swamp begins.

“How do you want me to touch you?” he asks.

My breath quickens, and my nipples stiffen in eager response. “I, um …” I’ve never been asked so directly, and now that I have, I’m embarrassed to say it.

“Mia, tell me.”

“I like my nipples pinched.” I race to get the words out as heat burns my cheeks. “Pinched gently, and, ah , sucked, um , and my breasts squeezed, but not like you're trying to test to see if they’re ripe.”

The narrow, tendrilled ends of his vines find my hard nipples, circling the tight buds and squeezing—not too hard, not too soft, just like I ask. He tugs, pulling at the peaks, brushing over them with dew-slicked leaves.

“ Oh, yes…like that,” I gasp. “Exactly like that.”

My entire body is held firmly in his wrapping of vines, my bare breasts on display so that exposed part of me is all I can think about or feel.

My breasts are heavy, heaving and swelling, my nipples so sensitive, they seem to have a direct line to my clit.

Finally, Creature bends down, his hands are so large, one can almost palm my full breast as he guides his mouth to it.

His lips, just as sleek and firm as his vines, suck in one, sensitive bud. His tongue, long and green, laps over me, and my hips buck in response as I feel my taut muscles turn to liquid.

I want to feel his mouth everywhere.

I remember I can ask for exactly that.

“I like being kissed all over,” I gasp between flicks of his tongue as his hands massage my breasts.

He answers my request with roving lips. My vine bindings lift and shift as his needs for access to my body change, never exposing more than necessary. After being restricted, every inch that suddenly touches the night air becomes an erogenous zone, aching against the new sensations.

Creature’s mouth moves up from my breasts to my neck, sucking and licking, seeming to find the spots that make my body jump, then lavishing extra attention before moving on. He makes his way over my jaw and across to my lips.

“Kiss me,” I beg, and I feel him smile against me.

His mouth moves slowly over my lips. More vines circle and cradle my face, holding me to him as his tongue probes and pushes into me. I gasp as he fills my mouth, our tongues, slick and wet against each other, moving and devouring .

“Tell me when you want more,” he commands.

I’m drunk on pleasure. My dignity has left the swamp, but I swear, I’m feeling more confident in asking now.

“My pussy. Please touch me there. Beneath my clothes,” I specify, because I know he will ask. And because I know he will go slow—he’s been so patient—I add, “Faster, please.”

He moves swiftly, vines shifting, my breasts now covered once more, leaves still playing over my skin. My crotch is suddenly exposed, and his hand reaches beneath the spandex of my shorts.

“You’re wet,” he says bluntly as one of his vines dips under the cotton of my panties. It curls and strokes the seam of my pussy, not pressing further in. Another vine joins it, and the twin appendages spread my folds, as if to confirm my wetness.

Suddenly, a vine slips free of my shorts, and I watch as Creature retracts it into his hand and forms his pointer finger. His tongue darts out to lick the length of his finger, and his eyes close in concentration, as if judging the taste of me.

I hold my breath, unsure of what’s coming.

“You’re very wet. I will make you wetter. Shorts on or off?” When I’m too stunned to answer, he repeats firmly, “On or off?”

“Off,” I choke out.

His green wrappings make quick work of taking my shorts off me, then rebind themselves over my legs, now holding my thighs wide for him. Creature’s pointer finger stretches out into a vine again, joining the others as they quickly slide over my bound body and seek out the heat between my thighs.

One firm tip circles my clit, another teasing at my entrance.

“Is this how you touch yourself?” he asks as I squirm beneath him.

“ Umm , that’s good,” I groan, lifting my hips as I try to get more pressure on my clit.

“I asked you,” Creatures voice deepens into order, “if this is how you touch yourself?”

“ Uh , no,” I gasp as the vines suddenly stop again, and I try to think about how I get myself off. I’ve had so much practice lately, it’s easy to remember. “Usually, I have a finger on either side of my clit, kinda, ah , squeezing together?—”

He moves fast, seeking out the perfect placement and capturing my clit between firm tendrils. He squeezes just like I said, but he presses down into my pubic bone at the same time, just how I like it.

As he rocks his vines against the dense bundle of nerves, pleasure, hot and pulsing, builds deep inside my cunt. And when he picks up speed, my already active pelvic floor clenches so tightly, it reminds me just how empty my pussy is and how desperate I need it filled.

“ Ah , oh Goddess, yes!” I moan.

“Not Goddess. Creature,” he earnestly chastises.

“Don’t make me laugh!” It feels so good to be pinned down, unable to move, and not needed to tap in for an uninterested partner, only able to direct a very determined monster.

“What else do you need?”

“Fuck! I don’t know? I can’t think.” My thighs, still spread wide by the vines, shake in his hold. “It all feels so good.”

“What do you need?” he asks again.

I know I’m a job to him, my horniness a task to accomplish, but with any other partner, they’d be close to coming by now. At the very least, my ex would’ve been restless, and I’d be receiving some lackluster foreplay.

My gaze seeks out Creature’s crotch. I spotted a dark slit in the shadow of his leaves earlier, and I had felt something hard and thick against my leg when he leaned down to kiss me.

Am I being a tease right now? Should I be focusing on his pleasure instead of just mine?

He seemed to take a lot of pride in doing a good job, but this is the point with other partners when we would’ve already gotten to penetration.

I’m being selfish.

Suddenly, I feel the vines still, and Creature jerks back from my bound form. A cool breeze pierces the space between our bodies.

“Creature?” I ask.

“Do you hear the birds?” he asks, his head tilted up towards the sky, now pink and purple with the sunset.

“I don’t hear anything. But actually, I need to apolo?—”

“Exactly,” he says swiftly. “The swamp has gone quiet again. Tell me what you are thinking so I can make sure I don’t do it.”

My muscles tense even as my pussy throbs with need.

Just spit it out , I tell myself. I’ve already gone this far.

“I was thinking… I, uh …I was thinking about how my past partners would’ve finished by now,” I whisper, unable to maintain eye contact. Still, I continue, “Or, at the very least, they would’ve complained about how long they had to spend getting me off before penetration.”

His head cocks to the side, his violet eyes glowing down on me as if I’m some odd swamp animal he is struggling to understand.

“I am made of nature, built to last eons. You will not tire me out, Mia.”

“I know you are good at your job,” I say breathlessly. “Very good, in fact, but?—”

“It brings me pleasure to know I’m doing well.” His gaze briefly drops down to his crotch before returning to burn into me. “A lot of pleasure, Mia. So tell me, what do you want? Because that is what I want. Do you want me to fuck you with my cock or my vines?”