Page 28 of Moist!

chapter five

MIA

I’m certain I’m asking for too much without promising anything in return, but Creature offers himself so freely. He has made me feel so brave in asking for what I want, I push out the words, “Can I ask for vines now? But change my mind later?”

“Of course, Mia. It would be my pleasure.”

“I want to be filled, please,” I eagerly add.

“As you wish.” His green tongue laps over his bottom lip.

Vines, so many vines, move down over the soft curve of my belly, tugging on the curls of my pubic hair before slipping over my cunt, joining the appendages already massaging my clit.

It’s been years without the feel of someone filling me, even longer without it being satisfying. I want to feel the stretch, and I want it now.

Jerking my hips up, I urge him along, and Creature obliges.

There are too many for me to distinguish one from the other as they roam over my body.

I’m consumed by a torrent of sensation, subtle and massaging and pointed, as coiled tips tug and pinch at my skin.

I try to focus on one, try to wrap my lust-fogged mind around what exactly is happening and where, but it’s too much.

The vines push towards my cunt, fighting to enter, trying to fit in all at once. I want it, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt this kind of strain. I’m not sure if I ever have. My hips jolt upwards, and my thighs slam together.

“Too much! Slower,” I yelp, then quickly add, “please!”

“Yes, Mia,” he answers calmly, not even a hint of frustration in his voice as the many vines slide back from the crux of my thighs to lay on my belly and legs in waiting. Only one thick vine lays across my wet folds.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been awhile.”

“You should feel no obligation to do anything other than what makes you feel good.” Creature reaches out and swallows up my chin in his broad hand.

His glowing eyes are hypnotic, and I feel like one of those hapless bugs flying towards light.

I can stare at nothing else. “I’m doing exactly what I want to do.

I wouldn’t have offered it otherwise. Do you want me to stop? ”

“No.” I shake my head, slowly dropping my thighs back open. “Just go slower.”

He nods in confirmation. “Tell me if I go too fast.”

Creature presses one, sleek vine against my pussy. The tapered tip teases around my entrance then pushes in by millimeters, slowly, so slowly.

“Relax, Mia. There is nothing you need to do, but tell me what you need.”

As my thighs fall open, my muscles go soft in anticipation, and he increases his pressure incrementally until finally, my body has relaxed enough to accept him into me.

The vine is no thicker than my finger, but it is long and dexterous enough to curl and stroke the tight ridged spot inside me as two more return to my clit.

“ Oooh , Creature, yes…” I moan. “More, please, slowly.”

Another vine works its way over my entrance before slowly easing its way into me, stretching me just slightly as it pushes in. My hips buck upwards to take him in.

“Another?” he asks.

“Yes, yes. ”

Again and again, he asks if I want more, and I say yes. They come from all different parts of Creature’s body, several of the appendages used to hold open my folds and allow him better access to my pussy.

His slippery vines join inside me, twisting and moving over each other. Slowly, they begin to undulate, gradually stretching cunt. They thrust in and out at different intervals so I’m always filled, always being fucked.

“And your breasts?” he asks.

“Yes, please…please… please play with my nipples,” I mewl breathlessly.

The vines wrapped around my body shift, and damp leaves slap my breasts, pinching at my nipples.

“Oh, fuck, yes, Creature… Just like that .” My hips jump, my legs twist.

I grip onto Creature’s muscular forearms, my fingers digging into his tough plant skin but not breaking through. It feels like too much, but it’s exactly right.

“What do you want, Mia?” His voice is even deeper, huskier and heated.

My eyes are squeezed shut, determined to feel every sensation Creature is giving me, but still, I hear the cocky grin in his words.

“I want to come,” I tell him without shame.

Creature leans down, something hard and stiff rubbing against my thigh, and kisses my forehead.

“So come, Mia.” he says softly, as if it is such a simple request.

It never has been simple with a partner before.

“Come now,” he says even more gently, coaxing my body to respond, and, to my surprise, it does.

He holds me closely to him as my toes curl, my back arches, and my head is thrown back into a pillow of vines.

They dig into my hair, tugging just enough so I feel the throb from my head all the way down to my feet.

I am cradled as I shake and tense and come so hard, my vision goes black.

I’m certain I’ve knocked myself out with the power of the pleasure .

My body aches with the intensity of it, and I know tomorrow, I won’t be sore because of my workout, but because of Creature.

The spasms begin to lessen, the time between them lengthening, and I start to relax.

The monster releases me down to the grass and vines beneath, sitting back on his haunches to look over his completed job.

He is kneeling at my feet, vines from his arms and chest, his legs and stomach, all extended outwards to me.

We are connected temporarily but also something more.

I can feel the swamp. I believed it was beautiful when I arrived, but now, I feel the creatures and the life in the land. It vibrates around me.

Nearly as slowly as they entered me, Creature’s vines slip from my pussy, one by one, until my body spasms trying to hold on to the last one.

He tugs himself free, and the multitude of vines shift and adjust, unwrapping themselves from my body as they carry me up towards Creature’s chest. His arms join the vines to circle me.

I was right—my face nestles perfectly in his pillowy pecs, a dusting of leaves like chest hair tickling my cheeks.

Even better than the beignets.

Creature is looking off at something I can’t see in the dark sky, his violet eyes dimmed to a warm glow.

His broad face and sharp features should be intimidating, but there is something gentle and earnest in the way his expression settles in rest. He seems so certain in his role, so secure. I feel peaceful just looking at him.

“Thank you, Creature?—”

“Listen,” he interrupts me. “Do you hear it?”

Toads croak, birds sing, a particularly loud owl hoots from far across the swamp. Cicadas chirp in time. The swamp is loud and cheerful.

“Now, look up,” he orders.

“Oh my Goddess,” I gasp as I follow his gaze to the sky filled with million points of light moving in swirling circles above us. “Fireflies.”

We stare up for a long time, until finally, he squeezes me tight before laying me down in the grass. The ground shakes, and he drops to my side, sliding down to lay next to me.

“You are really good at that, you know that?” I finally interrupt the silence.

“I know.” He looks as if I offended him. “I told you, I’m good at my job.”

“It’s just that not everyone is.” I chew at my bottom lip, nervous about how best to thank him for achieving what has been made clear to me is a difficult task. “And I’m guessing it’s not normally your job to get witches off.”

“No, it’s not, but I approached you as I do all things.

I watched you, felt you. When you responded positively to my action, I continued it.

When you reacted negatively, I stopped.” Creature’s frown turns into one of pity, as if he could not comprehend me not understanding.

“I asked you what you liked and did it. It was not hard. If you asked me to do something I did not want to do, I would have told you, but that hasn’t come up yet. ”

Yet?

“You make it sound simple,” I laugh nervously.

“It is,” he answers succinctly, “if you care about doing a good job.”

This can’t be the last time I see Creature, I realize. I want more, and more than just sex. For once, my bad decision making has brought me something good, but I don’t want to screw it up by trying to ask him out.

What’s the likelihood I’m just a job he does well, not someone he actually wants to see in his swamp again?

I move quickly, crawling naked in the grass to find my discarded shorts. I yank the drawstring from them and search the grass for a small rock.

“What are you doing?” Creature asks, his eyes tracking my quick movements.

“Divination. Do you have a rock I could borrow? Small, even weight distribution?” I ask .

“One moment.” He stands and walks to the edge of the water, vines growing from his hands down into the swamp. It takes only a few minutes before he returns with several options.

“Thank you,” I say, grabbing a dark, smooth rock and tying it to the end of my string.

Tying the rock to the end of the string, I hold it above my palm and ask the makeshift pendulum to show me what “yes” looks like.

I watch the rock swing east to west. Then, I ask it to show me “no”.

It swings north to south. Finally, I silently ask if Creature would be interested in something more with me.

East to west.

“What did you divine?” Creatures asks, lying back down in the grass as he watches me.

“Well, I’m not certain, because I’m usually wrong, but today, things seem to be going differently.

I figured I’d try.” I’m babbling as I lie down next to him.

“I want to see you again, for a date, but I’m not sure if everything that just happened is because you care about doing a good job, or if you might possibly care about me?

I’m wrong a lot of the time, and obviously, we haven’t known each other long, and, well, you spent the whole time on me?—”

“Mia,” he interrupts, and my mouth clamps shut. “Yes. I want to see you again.”

“You do? I actually divined something correctly for myself?” I ask, giddy.

“I do and you did.” He grins. “Besides, if I didn’t care about you, I would’ve just kicked you out of my swamp or fed you to my alligators instead of offering you orgasms,” Creature says with a nonchalant sigh.

“You would’ve fed me to your alligators?” I jerk up to sitting, my eyes wide.

“Yes, but then I watched you running, and you made sure to not step on any flowers. I figured you might not be half bad. Besides, the alligators already ate.” Creature says it matter-of-factly, but he looks up at me with a wide grin that exposes his long, green tongue .

“You’ve never fed anyone to the alligators before. You’re kidding.” I jokingly shove him in the chest, as if trying to get the truth out of him.

“Absolutely not. My job is to protect the swamp, and they were dumping toxic chemicals. The land is deeply scarred because of them.”

“So they deserved it,” I confirm, not just with him, but with myself. How could anyone look at a place this beautiful and want to harm it?

I hope the alligators were satisfied.

“Yes.” He nods.

“And you are very good at your job.” I smile.

“I am.” He lies back down, pulling me onto his chest.

“So if I come back here, say, tomorrow night, we could have a picnic?” I draw my finger through his leafy chest hair. “Would you feed me to one of your crocodiles then?”

“Alligators,” he corrects.

“Of course,” I answer then repeat with a laugh, “Would you feed me to your alligators?”

“No, but if you don’t return, I might have to send my alligators to hunt you down and drag you back.” He laughs, deep and wild, the reeds of the swamp shimmying to the noise.

“Sounds like I should spend the night then.”

“Yes, it does.” He nods with a grin. “And what else do you want to do tonight, Mia?”

“Kiss me, Creature.”

He moves swiftly, his vines reaching out to cup my face and pull me on top of him. And when my mouth lands on his and his tongue parts my lips, I close my eyes, hearing the swamp roar with joyous life.