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She tsked. “This is why I left, Val. To protect you, from yourself.”
“And what if I would’ve liked that other version of myself better?” I asked her, striding up. Frenel was done suckling now, so I put my hands out for him, and she handed him over, so I could rest him against my shoulder to burp. “What if this was what I wanted all along, I just didn’t know it?”
She waited until I was done before taking him back, positioning him into his basket with care. “Do you really think you’d be happy here?” she asked when she was through.
I weighed my heart against the look in her eyes, and swallowed. “Yes.”
“You’re a liar,” she said, without cruelty.
I frowned at her, regardless. “It doesn’t matter. I guess now we’ll never know.”
She shrugged in mockery, before giving me a sly look. “Maybe you should just be less mad at me and hurry. Xel won’t be gone for forever, and after this, who knows when you’ll get to touch me next?”
I hadn’t even managed to think about how I’d make it through this afternoon, much less tomorrow, or the day after, without plowing into her again. And sensing the sudden change in my mood made her grin wickedly.
“Do great plant mages need to fuck? Or do they just get all their nutrients from the ground?”
“Shayla,” I warned, my voice low as I stepped toward her. “I am not great.”
“You will be someday,” she said, challenging me. “And some parts of you already are.”
Her eyebrows arched high with amusement. She looked around the barn, then danced over to the rocking horse I’d made Frenel, kneeling down, bundling up her skirts along the way, so that all of their fabric was protecting her hips from the smooth wood as she bent over it, showing everything to me, her tightly puckered asshole, her petaled pussy, and my green staining her thick pale thighs.
Despite being a mage of plants, I was on her like an animal. My root was straining to breach my pants even before I met her, desperate to work its way deep. I fumbled for a second with my laces before freeing it, and then took myself in hand, dragging myself up and down her center, watching her part, before aiming in and thrusting.
She moaned as I got stuck—I was dry even if she was not—and I was forced to slow and paint myself with her, as if asking her juicy cunt for entrance with each stroke, until I was solidly inside her with a groan.
This was a whole new experience. I was jutting up, where her walls were pushing down, and I liked the feeling that I was taking her deeply.
“Don’t break it, Val—” she said as I sped up, pounding her into the child’s plaything.
“I’ll make him a new one,” I swore darkly. “But do what you did earlier—again.” I held her pillowy ass up with my hands and parted it, so that I could get a few more hairsbreadths of my shaft in. “Tell me how to make you cry out.”
She cast a lost look over her shoulder at me. “You’re already halfway there—just—keep going—” And then she cast her whole body down and let her hips rise higher up. “Plunge into me like a galloping horse.”
I did as I was told immediately, feeling her hot, slick channel wrapped around me. I liked the feeling I was fighting it, trying to make it give me room, readying it to take me.
And this time—I wanted to control what was going on. I focused my will intently.
I ignored all the other plants in the room.Grow,I willed myself—and my root answered.
Shayla cried out at once. “Oh—fuck—Val—” She braced against the ground in front of her with one hand, and I saw it claw into the ground like a cat’s paw.
“Do you want more?” I asked her, still pounding.
“No,” she panted, then groaned. “But—yes—oh—fuck—I can’t think!” She cast another look back, her face red and flushed, her expression balanced on the edge between ecstasy and despair.
As wide as I was now, her cunt held me like a hand, and I’d never been so hard in my life, ready to give myself to her all over again.
“I can’t take anymore!” she said with a whine. “But—I stillneedit—”
“Then let me give it to you,” I commanded.
She took me at my word and practically collapsed—but I had her by her waist, my strong hands wrapped around it, holding her hips in the precise right spot for me.
And then she gasped and started bucking, her body working in opposition to mine. “Fuck!” she cried out, and then shouted my name, drawing out the last syllable like it was a cry too, each of my thudding thrusts making her stutter, sounding almost like she was in pain, but I knew that was not the truth because her pussy was squeezing me like a vise, in strong, pulsating waves and—
This was magic.
