Page 11 of Christa's Obsession

Wanda moaned, her fingers reaching to hold a branch as others parted her thighs.She will give herself to you, to us, without question, now we have touched her. Given her a part of us.

The words didn’t sink in past the need building inside Wanda. The juice of a peach ran over her mound, between the folds of her sex. She moaned aloud, letting her trees distract her. She trembled against the leaves beneath her when the flesh of a peach stroked at her core, causing a flood of arousal to soak the fruit. The soft fuzzy skin, wet against her, left her arching up. Her sex throbbing with the need for more. Her breasts ached as smooth branches circled around the budded nipples and gently plucked them. They grew firmer with each cry of pleasure she released in their loving embrace.

We’ll give you whatever you wish for, but know that Christa will, too,they whispered together.

Wanda moaned anew at the thoughts of hands, Christa’s hands, replacing the branches and leaves of her trees. The pressure around her nipples increased, and she arched into their hold, her own desire soaking the leaves beneath her. Everywhere else, peach fuzz rubbed against her skin, massaging it. The scent of her arousal thickened in the cocooned world her branches created to protect her.

More juice trickled over her mound, the feel of it touching her throbbing clit almost unbearable, except it wasn’t enough. “Please,” she begged.

Our love,they whispered as a tiny fuzzy peach rubbed repeatedly over her clit, vibrations coming from the branch as it moved to her entrance. It teased her folds, dipping just inside, rubbing, stretching, giving her a full feeling. Her body tensed for long seconds at the gush of warmth that flooded through her, before she melted back into the bed of leaves.

The stroking never stopped while she lay there, feeling not quite as satisfied.

It’s not wrong to want more.

Isn’t it? Isn’t it greedy when I have you four?

This is not about greed, beloved. Your soul needs her as much as you need us. You will feel so much more with her, you’ll see.

Leaves ran over her body, and it tightened once more with the promise. If she could open her heart past the fear, the rewards would be beyond measure.

If she could only believe it.

Chapter Six

Christa

The scent of peaches tickled Christa’s nose. She inhaled, fingers moving restlessly over the plush bed covers as vivid images filled her mind. She moaned at the heady scent of Wanda’s arousal.

Her dryad lay naked on a bed of leaves. Small branches teased pert breasts with pink, budded nipples. Pale, voluptuous thighs were parted, held open by larger branches, some of which stroked her inner thighs, leading Christa’s gaze to the triangle of soft brown curls that covered her mound.

Christa’s body tingled with desire, and a feeling of wetness stroking down her clit made her gasp. She kept her gaze on Wanda. Could not tear her eyes from the beautiful sight she made with her arousal glistening on the folds of her sex. A peach was plucked from a branch, held above her mound, and squeezed. The juice trickled down the folds of Wanda’s sex, but Christa felt it happen to her, too. It mixed with her own arousal.

Thighs parting, Christa arched up into the delight of the wet caress. Breathing deep, she could scent the sweetness, her mouth watering for a taste. The desire was there to follow the path the juice took over Wanda’s clit. Dip her tongue into the folds and taste, then return to suck the plump clit between her lips. Christa's grip tightened on the covers beneath her as the desire built in her core.

Her own thighs strained and shuddered with the need for more of those delicate touches against her skin. She unclenched her hand, moving to stroke at her core, feeling her own throbbing clit as she used her desire to tease herself as she dreamed—because it was a dream, it had to be—of what she would do as the trees watched them. Touched them. Bound them.

The thought sent her flying over the edge, her body shivering as her orgasm peeked and she woke with a start. She boltedupright, her hand still buried between her sticky thighs. Her skin damp from…

Air shuddered out of her lungs so fast she couldn’t draw it back in. The scent of sex and sweet fruit was thick in the air. Trembling at the possibilities, she pinched her arm to check she was awake. In the darkness, she could see nothing, yet if she shut her eyes, there was Wanda being pleasured by her trees.

Watch us,a soft, female voice encouraged.

She could not deny the demand, unsure how it was possible… unless she was in some sort of between space. Dreaming… yet not.

It didn’t feel like a dream with how her clit continued to tingle with aftershocks. She brought her hand from between her thighs and licked her own essence from her fingers. She tasted… peach. With a shaking hand, she reached for the lamp switch and flooded the room with light.

Uncovering her thighs, she shuddered. It’s not a dream.

It’s not a dream!

Her eyes closed, and there was Wanda once more, her rosy skin glowing in the confines of her tree. Her limbs trembled as her trees brought her to orgasm. As they had for Christa.

Holy fuck.

A shiver of pure desire ran through her. If not a dream, then what the heck was it?

Nothing felt right. The dreams were the only thing that felt real. The trees… they spoke to Christa. None of it made sense. None of it. Her body responded, even now, while she sat in a club.

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