Page 10 of Oh Christmas Tree
Groaning, I let my head fall back against the window. “You have a magic mushroom dick?”
They pinch my nipples and I squirm. Suddenly, I am dying to know what their magic mushroom dick feels like. Our kissing becomes more frantic, and Ced leans back when I wiggle my way out of my sweater.
“You are perfect,” they say as they hold up my breasts with their vines, bending down to nip and suck.
“Pants,” I say breathlessly, and they release me momentarily, using everything they have to free me from my confines in seconds. Ced scoops me up, and I wrap my legs around their waist.
They cup my cheek, and Ced looks me deep into my eyes as they position their cock against my entrance. I am dripping and can’t help but tilt my hips, and their cock slides in an inch. Just the tip, but the tip is big, and it has been a while for me. Panting, they lean their forehead against mine. Ced gives their hips a small thrust, and their cock slides in even further. I am panting, feeling stuffed.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please fill me up, you feel so good.”
With a groan and a kiss, they thrust forward, and I let out a low moan as Ced fills me. I feel stretched like I have never before. How does it even fit? It should hurt, but doesn’t; there’s only slight discomfort. That discomfort disappears when Ced starts to move. Short, shallow thrusts to begin with, and when the wet sounds start to fill the air, they start thrusting deeper, harder. I grip their shoulders as we kiss, and I feel vines sliding across my tummy and moving their way onto my clit. They circle, and thrum, and when they pinch my clit, I scream as I cum, squeezing their cock.
“I can’t hold it anymore,” Ced says, and with a groan, they bury themself inside of me when they cum as well.
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My spores let loose, and Chloe screams my name, as she cums and cums and cums again.
“That’s it,” I murmur into her hair, holding her against me as the last of her orgasm fades away. She sobs, burying her face against my chest. “You did so good, my beautiful girl.”
“What was that?” She is still sniffing and raises her eyes to meet mine.
“An epic orgasm,” I smirk. I know my spores give her just that little extra.
She yawns. “Epic indeed, now I need an epic nap.”
I grin and kiss her lips. “That can be arranged.”
After I take her to bed, I clean up the mess in the room before I join her. I’m slightly too big for the bed, but I can’t resist her gorgeous curves and soft skin. She’s all softness, where I am rough. My touch rouses her, and she opens her arms for me, leading to another round where she screams out my name again, and again. When she is fully satisfied and deeply asleep, I feel dawn creeping in and make my way back towards the pot. I will be slumbering throughout the day,and somehow I don’t think she would appreciate waking up next to me in my tree form.
My rest wasdeep and peaceful, and the magic is humming inside my body when I feel myself coming back to life.
“Morning!” Chloe calls out before I can open my eyes.
I smile. “Hello, my beautiful girl, how are you feeling?”
She blushes. “Very well, I was a little sore this morning, but I took a bath…”
I grin at the suggestive tone and quickly morph into my two-legged form.
“Sooo, you didn’t stay with me last night,” she drawls.
“No.” I give her a wry smile. “The magic is limited. I am only able to be in my two-legged form during the night. I return to your Christmas tree in the morning.”
She snickers, and I walk towards her, pulling her into my arms for a kiss. She pulls me towards the couch and we take a seat.
“Tell me something about yourself,” she asks. “Oh shit, before I forget, do you need something to eat? Or Drink?”
“I am good.” I smile at her. “The soil gives me sustenance, though I could do with some watering.” I wink and she laughs. Then I tell her about the Sacred Cedar Forest where I grew up. About the magic that fuels my kind and the magic of Yule.
I tell her about my wanderings through the different forests and my love for the boreal regions. “There’s just something about the cold. The crisp air, filled with promise.”
“But don’t you get sick of the cold and of the lack of sunlight?”
I look her way. “There is so much promise in thedarkness. It’s such a shame humans are so afraid. And the cold doesn’t bother me, anyway.”
