Page 102 of Shifting Hearts

She nodded, reaching out to run her fingers across the front of my pants.

I released a groan just for her, working my hips gently in time as I traced along the soft, perfect flesh of her inner thighs to her apex.

When I reached the edges of her sensitive skin, she parted her knees farther and tilted her hips up for me.

My wrist brushed Dagan’s not so little toy, and I grabbed one ankle to swing her legs wider.

“On your toes, baby, and start to get him nice and wet for me. Can you do that? I promise I’ll help. You’re not alone,” I reassured her, cupping her face and devouring her lips until she softened in my arms.

Tiny noises fell from her lips. I swore they hit me straight in the cock. But right now I had to get her ready. Dropping to my knees I pulled her forward, helping her position over the wooden cock, and spat on it.

Dagan hissed above us, a strange sound from a tree.

I ignored his discomfort, clasping her hand around him and working his length with her together, getting that hard surface nice and slick for our girl.

Licking her lips, Bryn positioned herself over the head and slowly lowered herself until he stretched her entrance.

“Feel good, baby?” I gripped her thighs and leaned in to lave her spread slit with my tongue, getting her nice and sloppy. “Tell me when it hurts.”

It would, unless she’d already broken that barrier with her own toy. A possibility and one I hadn’t considered before.

She dropped her hips and inch and stopped, her toes straining. “So good,” she whispered, reaching back to grip Dagan’s trunk. “Oh, oh– ” Her cry nearly obliterated me on the spot. Her thighs trembled, soft pink flesh closing around the object impaling her.

“What? Tell me,” I demanded, dimpling her pale flesh with my thumbs. I leaned in close enough to inhale her, then licked around the stretched spot gently.

“Wolf,” she whispered, twitching. Her toes dug into her earth, tracing patterns there. “Fuck?—”

“Just let yourself slide down.”

“It hurt a little.” She sent me an apologetic and faintly embarrassed smile. “He pulses. And kind of moves,” she whispered, like it was a secret between us.

“Take it easy, princess. Give him your first time in person.” I rose onto my knees and kissed the corner of her mouth, stroking her flesh gently, soothingly.

She nodded, mumbling something as she sighed and her legs softened, letting him fill her.

“Do what you need to and make those noises again, princess. I want to come to the music of your moans tonight. Every fucking night. You’re not alone any more.

Not now, not ever.” I pressed down on her hip until a third inch of the wooden cock was swallowed by her dripping pussy. “Take more for us, baby.”

Bryn nodded, but her tight little pussy couldn’t do it alone. Above us, Dagan creaked and hissed.

“Not helping, old man,” I muttered. Dropping back, I bowed my head, running my tongue over both him and her.

She shuddered at the touch, her legs trembling as I bathed her soft little pussy with my tongue.

Bryn jerked her hips toward me, and I found her clit.

The little bud stood out from its petals and I licked gently, teasing.

Her moans filled my senses, along with the sweet scent of her.

The slick coated Dagan’s coat as she took another inch, and stopped.

I knew I’d have to take her through the next part, bursting through her barrier. But I’d be damned if I didn't make her come before I hurt our girl. Flicking my tongue lightly, I focused on her clit, alternating sucking and teasing until she arched back, grinding her pussy in my face.

And Dagan jerked.

Panic tore through me as she screamed.

“Christ, not again,” I growled, gripping her thighs hard enough to mark, knowing full well how his last relationship ended, how he killed his last lover with his inhumane tendencies by accident.

How he hadn’t taken a lover since.

And we had risked her.

But Bryn shuddered, tears in her eyes as her thighs trembled for me. “I think he– he?—”

“He took your barrier. And I made you come.

" The realization slammed me. “I am sorry, old friend.” I sent my apology upward as his branches folded around me.

Dagan locked my head against her pussy. I closed my eyes and licked her, my apology to them both on my tongue and she remained still, letting her inch her way to the bottom of his length.

She whimpered and groaned and cried, but she never fought us.

By the time she was seated on Dagan’s cock, full midnight settled over the forest. I’d nearly come in the nice silk pants I got in town with her every time she did.

Her cum slicked his trunk, the scent of her permeating everything.

Rubbing my cock through the slinky material was the most amazing tease, complemented by Bryn writhing, impaled on a tree god’s cock.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmured.

“I can’t– Not again. Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her eyes growing wide.

Two slim branches extended from above us, Dagan whispering and muttering in a discontented way.

Unusual, seeing as a pretty girl was sitting on his dick.

The sticks flattened, and began to gently circle her breasts until each was encased in a spiral, her erect nipple teased through the middle.

Bryn moaned again as the flattened twigs caressed her nipples until they were swollen and so tight I suspected a few twists would get her off, then the flat twigs clamped down.

Bryn screamed, jerking on his cock.

“He doesn’t like when you swear, princess.” Or maybe he does. I lapped at her pretty pussy, soothing the stretched lips, sucking her flesh and leaving my marks on her thighs. “You can do this. We can keep you here all night. All day, too. Who’s going to come in here looking for you?”

Bryn’s eyes rolled back and she arched, her next pending orgasm already coating Dagan’s cock. I licked around her new toy as it pulsed, pushing up deeper into her. Its girth thickened. I watched carefully and when I knew she couldn't safely take any more, I rapped my knuckles hard on Dagan’s trunk.

The wooden cock stopped swelling. Bryn leaned forward, panting. Sweat dripped from her brow. A small thread of drool hung from her lips. I turned my face up, licking at the glossy strand until I found her mouth, kissing her with the taste of her orgasm still on my lips.

Then I delved back between her legs, sucking and teasing her clit while Dagan was still embedded deep within her, and brought her back to the brink of orgasm and over.

Again and again.

And again.

After all, we had all night with no one to disturb us or tell her to stop. She didn’t ask, either. Not even when she cried and trembled in my hands.

Not once.

And we loved her for it.