Page 61 of Invasion of Sorority Z

Stee-vee looks surprised and gleeful to hear my words. “Can I have one? Is it close by?”

“You may have anything you wish,” I say, reaching for her small hand to hold it in mine. “It is not far. Should you like one now?”

Her tiny fingers squeeze me. “Yes, please.”

I do not need to hear anything else, the soft request from my mate’s lips is more than enough. I will fetch her the fruit plant she desires to sink her teeth into, not only for the joy it will bring her, but also so that I may watch her pretty mouth devour it. She is very beautiful when she is eating things that she enjoys. Some foods are just okay to her, but others make her mouth more wet, and her eyes light with glee.

The best tasting foods to her are the ones that make her dance a little as she chews. She wiggles her shoulders from side to side, taking full bites and letting soft rumbles of approval escape her throat. I hope to see her do this as she tries this new food.

It is not an especially difficult plant to retrieve. It is a small walk and an easy climb. I have done more strenuous activities for less of a prize, even as a child. This task brings me joy. Honor as well, to be providing for my lovely blossom girl.

I feel her eyes follow me as I ascend into the treetops, climbing and swinging to the proper branches that can hold my substantial weight. I pluck a few of the rounded green specimens, looking down to the ground before leaping. It is the fastest way back to Stee-vee, and possibly the most safe—for the fruit. Dropping one whilst climbing would make me feel foolish.

Hitting the ground with the thud of my boots, I hear her gasp.

“Holy shit!” she bursts out. “Was that safe? Can you just drop from heights like that without any worry?”

I understand her confusion. I do not suspect that hu-nim males would be able to achieve such a task, though I have not met one. Knowing how fragile my Stee-vee is, I imagine it is the same for them. It brings me great pleasure to know that a hu-nim cannot compare to me. None could turn my female’s eye. They would looksillynext to me.

Suppressing a laugh at the thought, I shake my head with an amused smile. “You flatter me with your concern, my Stee-vee. Children have made higher leaps than that, it was nothing.”

“It was fucking hot,” she counters. “You were like a superhero just now.”

I do not know thissuperhero, but it sounds as if meant to be a compliment. Her neck is flushed, and her eyes are dilated.

“Let us sit on the deck.” I point to the structure behind us. “So that you may enjoy your fruit with a view.”

“Great idea!”

She’s giddy as she spins around to rush off in that direction. Giggling that she will beat me to the top. Her hair whips around in the air behind her as she runs forward, aiming for the outdoor stairs. I do not simply scale the side of our home to reach it before her, but trail closely behind her on the steps. I will allow my mate to conquer me in this race.

When she gets to the top, her arms shoot high in the air as she cheers. “I winnn,” she sings happily.

“You are a fierce competitor, my mate,” I agree, reaching for her. Offering her a fruit, I plant a kiss on the top of her head. “Here is your prize.”

Her hands glide up my stomach, dipping to every curve of my muscled skin. “Mmm, are you my prize?”

“Perhaps after you taste your food, I will be your second prize.”

She licks her lips, pink tongue tracing them. “Deal, now how do I eat this? Is all of it edible, like an apple? Or without the peel like an orange?”

I ignore that I am unfamiliar with the second option. “It is all edible. You may bite into it.”

She does so eagerly, taking a large bite and closing her eyes to chew. Moisture drips from the corner of her lips, rolling down her chin. Without telling me how it tastes, her eyes pop open and she hungrily takes two more bites. When she swallows, she looks at me with a wide grin.

“Oh! I love this,” she proclaims, shoulders swaying happily from side to side. “What’s it called? Did you tell me that already?”

“I did not,” I say, holding the back of her neck. Using my grip to hold her steady, I lean down and sink my tongue into her mouth, lavishing her flavor. “Your lips only make theBurylplant sweeter, my lovely mate. It makes me hunger to plunge my tongue into your sugary cunt.”

She shivers. “Maybe I’m in the mood for you to plunge your cock there instead.” Her shoulders lift and fall in a casual sh-rug. “Maybe I’m in the mood for you to put me on your lap and make me sit there while youcontinueto plunge your cock inside of my cunt.”

I groan, feeling as if her cunt has already wrapped my cock into his grip. “My mate, is it raining between your thighs for me? Do you drip with need for your Marrec?”

“I do.” She pouts. “I want you so bad. Watching you climb that big ass tree and carefully pluck me fruit got me hot, babe.”

“I shall do this every day,” I vow. “I will hunt for your fruits like a fierce providing male to make your cunt slick and pink for me, and then I will tend to it as you demand of me.Howeveryou demand it.”

“Marrec, please sit down,” she begs, “I want to ride you before my legs turn to jelly from just your words.”

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