Page 24 of Christa's Obsession

Wanda’s emotional upheaval slapped her hard enough to make her skin feel the sting, so she had run. Her heels left behind, no thought to anything other than protecting her blissful one, Christa’s demon half took control. Thankfully, it didn’t emerge, conscious that doing so might add to Wanda’s distress.

Whatever their intentions had been when she’d come to Wanda’s orchard, it was to protect, not to seduce. There, at her trees, everything in sight was normal. No visible threat, no sense of danger. It was when Christa had taken a breath into her constricted lungs she hadn’t smelled fear, only arousal. The difference left her rooted to the ground, confused as to the reason for the change when she was convinced fear was what she and her demon had sensed in the beginning.

When the trees’ branches had parted, revealing the hidden nook where Christa had initially seen Wanda on her first visit, her breath had caught at what she witnessed.

Wanda lay, eyes closed, completely unaware of her presence. Christa could only assume the reason for this was what was happening to her. The trees enticed with their branches and their leaves, explaining the smell that filled Christa’s nose with each ragged breath she took.

The scene before her was the most arousing she’d ever witnessed—been a part of. Just looking at the woman displayed—and she was displayed—on a bed of lush green, clutching at smooth branches, left Christa feeling intoxicated. Branches and leaves caressed Wanda intimately. Her sex, her breasts, the pale, luminous skin which glowed with flushed desire. Everything about the tree fairy left Christa breathless, but more than that, she left her enchanted. The desire was intense. She felt the wetness soak her panties. Despite that, Christa’s strongest urge was the need to cherish. To protect.

When the branches reached for her, to lift her inside, she had no power to voice a complaint that Wanda might struggle with her presence. When the branches closed her inside, the conflict became real. Wanda’s smell, how wanton she looked. The shy, terrified woman was now a sensual creature demanding attention.

The need to treasure the gift bestowed on Christa overrode her immediate desire to touch, to taste. So she’d kept a tight rein on both sides of herself, doing the sensible thing, not something she was used to.

Now she wondered if she had made a mistake and should have given in to Wanda’s blind demand while she searched for the answers, holding Wanda’s stare.

Christa didn’t know how to interpret Wanda’s expression and her demon’s impatience pushed her to speak as the seconds slowly ticked by. “How do you feel now?”

Wanda’s hair tumbled over her left shoulder as she gave Christa a look that left her with added heat unfurling inside her. “Would it matter what I want?”

“Yes, it matters to me, to my demon half.” A flicker of some emotion appeared, then was gone at the mention of her demon side, but Christa wasn’t fast enough to catch it.

“But we are connected… you touched me. I’m your blissful one, am I not?”

“You are. You feel it, don’t you?” Christa asked gently, terrified of spooking Wanda.

“We all feel it. You belong to me and my trees. They will want… you, too.All of you.”

Christa had seen how the trees touched Wanda intimately. Had felt them touch her in her dreams, too. Would it feel the same here and now, with Wanda present?

It will.The female voice floating through her mind was that of Wanda’s trees.

Is this what she really wants?Christa had to know when Wanda wasn’t giving much away.

Do you understand we are all one? We will share with you, because she wants you to touch her as we do.

How?

We will show you if you accept us all.

Holding Wanda’s stare, Christa didn’t hesitate. “I accept you all.”

Wanda released a put-upon sigh. “My trees, they are impatient.”

Christa’s laughter was bold and shook the surrounding leaves.

“You accept my trees too? Our bond? Their touch and mine… together?” Wanda’s voice deepened, her eyes glowed, and in their depth, Christa saw the essence of her dryad spirit.

Her sex grew wet with arousal at what they meant.

Your scent entices us. All of us. We want to see your demon.

“My trees are very…”

“Chatty?” Christa supplied impishly when Wanda’s blush deepened.

“Persistent is more apt.”

“Do you wish to see my demon half?” Her demon side was all for it. Wanda’s hesitation was brief but noticeable before she nodded. “Are you sure?”

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