Page 27 of Christa's Obsession

I can’t.

You must.

Why?

Because she needs to know you want this. Want her as much as she wants you.

She did, more than she had thought possible. Wanda’s gaze returned to Christa’s. The air in her lungs got forced out in a shuddery exhale at the desire that burned in eyes that were almost black, the color consumed by dilated pupils.

She’s not upset.

So silly, why would she be when you are sharing this side of yourself with her? Embrace it. Embrace her.

Branches released her hands, so Wanda reached to stroke her fingers down the demon horns to the silver tips. The tips, sharper than she expected, pierced the pads of her fingers.

The motes dancing in the air came into sharp focus as she arched into Christa’s touch. Something fundamental inside her moved, like her insides were being rearranged somehow. She couldn’t catch her breath and every nerve ending danced to a never ending song of pleasure.

Christa was unrelenting in her quest to wring every drop of pleasure from Wanda’s body.

Moans against Wanda’s clit increased as the tongue moved inside her, lips sealing over her sex. Sensation after sensation came with a force that left her trembling, desperate, and unsure if, when it stopped, she’d ever be the same again.

Christa slid her tongue free, using the tip to glide teasingly over Wanda’s throbbing clit. It was divine, yet not enough. Despite that, she never wanted it to stop. Blindly, she continued to run her fingertips over the silver tips of Christa’s horns, encouraging her demon.

Each noise that came from Christa added to the feelings building like a tidal wave ready to hit land. It grew deep in her belly, gathering like a storm preparing to unleash itself on the demon tormenting her.

Branches clacked together and leaves rustled as her trees shared her pleasure.

“I feel their need,” Christa moaned against her clit.

A shuddery sigh escaped Wanda at the thumbs spreading open her sex, the tongue going deep again. It jabbed at her core, then alternated by sweeping up over her clit until Wanda's skin was dewy with sweat, her own essence soaking everything it touched.

“Ohhh,” she cried out at the fingers slipping into her willing body. Different again from the tongue, Wanda felt her world turn upside down as her pussy clenched, wanting them deeper. Christa crooked them inside her, rubbing in a way that made the pleasure become more centered on her throbbing clit. Her palm rubbed her wetness over her clit as she thrust. The slick sound of her own desire added to the music of her trees and their moans of pleasure.

She couldn’t catch her breath. Each fresh sensation flooded through her, leaving her floating in a web of desire that coated her skin with each feathery touch.

“You taste delicious.” Christa’s tongue lapped at the crease of her thigh and the maddening fingers continued moving in and out of her soaking pussy. “Everywhere I taste, all I get is your sweetness.” Hot breath bathed her sex, the hand shifting to expose her clit. “I can’t get enough of you, my blissful one.”

Before Wanda could gain any semblance of thought about what Christa said, she cried out, body rippling against the soft bed of leaves, her core throbbing painfully as her orgasm burst through her.

The tongue pressed and rubbed sensually against her clit, prolonging the feelings. Color burst behind her eyelids at the purity of her release. It flowed through her in heady waves. Her clit beat in time with her heart while Christa kissed her sex, thighs and belly, calming her.

Heavy-limbed, Wanda’s hands dropped and were cushioned by the leaves. Completely sated, her eyes struggled to remain open. Not an ounce of tension remained in her body.

“So gooodd,” she slurred, struggling to stay present, then gave up as sleep claimed her while Christa continued to caress her gently.

Chapter Fourteen

Christa

Her awareness ebbed back into reality at the feel of a naked body pressed against hers. Blinking open her sleepy eyes, the dimlight coming through the tiny gaps in the leaves and branches said she had slept some of the afternoon away.

In her long existence, Christa had never known both sides of her to be in complete harmony. If this was how Dakata felt, then Christa acknowledged that his actions in Dusken were more than justified. She’d understood it on some level, but now, after…

Her breathing became choppy at the desire to turn back time and make the fuckers who’d touched Wanda suffer again. That brief first touch they had shared gave them the blissful bond, but what they had done together—with the trees—had created a stronger connection that she felt in her soul.

Today, in that first touch, she’d felt Wanda’s acceptance, and it took away the pain of the initial rejection. Alleviated the throb of despair in her soul. Wanda and her trees had shown her they wanted her in a way Christa had never envisioned would make her body throb with such an intimate intensity. If Dakata had suggested she would want the trees to touch her, she would have thought him mad.

She could not deny that each gentle stroke of leaves and branches had made her clit throb and her core become so drenched with arousal that the evidence coated her thighs. A sensory explosion while Wanda had been lost to her own pleasure. That the trees would bring her the same pleasure as Wanda made no sense, and yet it made complete sense.

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