The park gate squealed like a bad alternator belt as Mikaela shoved it open with her hip, one green-gloved hand tugging the cheap red wig back into place. "Damn synthetic hair," she muttered to the rusted iron, "should've just gone as myself with a wrench." Her Poison Ivy leotard rode up, the cool October air whispering against the exposed curve of her ass. She yanked the spandex down, the stretchy fabric straining against her full breasts. "Okay, Ivy, get it together. Where the hell is everyone?"
A brittle laugh sliced through the rustling leaves. "Lost, princess?" A figure detached itself from the shadow of an oak, his cheap plastic zombie mask askew, revealing a smirk beneath. "Pretty risky walking alone on Devil's Night."
Mikaela didn't flinch, just cocked a hip, the green vinyl of her boot crunching dead leaves. "Risky for who? I hotwired my first Camaro at twelve, Chuckles. Park's just a shortcut." Her blue eyes scanned him, unimpressed. "Nice mask. Does it come off, or are you permanently undead?"
He took a step closer, the cheap scent of beer on his breath. "Feisty. Bet that costume comes off easier than my mask." His gaze lingered on the deep cleavage revealed by the plunging neckline of her leotard. "Wanna find out?"
A cold smirk touched Mikaela's red lips. "Touch me," she said, her voice low and dangerous, like a misfiring engine, "and I'll show you exactly how this *mechanic* handles junk." She felt the familiar, coiled energy in her limbs, the awareness humming beneath her skin – the thrill of the stand-off, the calculation of distance to the gate. The cool air tightened her nipples against the thin green fabric, a sharp contrast to the heat flushing her neck. "Your choice, zombie boy. Back off or get dismantled."
The guy hesitated, the smirk faltering beneath the crooked mask. He took in her unwavering stance, the sharp intelligence in her blue eyes that promised pain, not play. "Crazy bitch," he muttered, the bravado draining away. He took one shuffling step back, then another, raising his hands slightly in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. Enjoy your walk, Poison Psycho." He turned, his shoulders hunched, and shuffled back towards the oak shadows, disappearing into the deeper gloom near the park entrance.
Mikaela didn't move until the sound of his footsteps faded completely, replaced by the rustle of dry leaves and the distant hum of the city. She scanned the immediate area – the skeletal bushes, the thick trunks of ancient oaks, the winding path leading back to the gate. *Too easy,* she thought, the memory of her father's voice whispering caution: *Predators like shortcuts.* Her gut, honed by years of navigating sketchy streets and shadier garages, told her he might double back, or worse, signal a friend. The direct route was compromised. With a decisive pivot that made the vinyl of her boots creak, she turned her back on the gate and strode deeper into the heart of the park, choosing the longest, most winding path towards the distant glow of streetlights on the far side.
The crunch of her boots on gravel gave way to the softer whisper of damp earth as she left the main path, plunging into a canopy of overgrown rhododendrons. The air grew thicker, colder, carrying the scent of decaying vegetation and wet stone. Every nerve ending felt heightened – the chill seeping through the thin spandex leotard, raising goosebumps along her thighs and arms, the rough texture of tree bark brushing against her gloved hand as she steadied herself on a low branch. She moved with deliberate quietness, her breath forming faint clouds in the moonlight filtering through the tangled branches, her senses straining for any sound that didn't belong: a snapped twig, a stifled cough, the rustle of someone moving parallel to her path through the undergrowth. The park, once just a shortcut, now felt vast and watchful.
Deep within the oldest, most secluded grove, where moonlight barely penetrated the thick canopy, a colossal pink flower bud, easily six feet tall, began to unfurl. The petals parted with a soft, velvety sigh, releasing a wave of intoxicating sweetness – honeysuckle and ripe peaches mixed with something deeper, muskier, utterly primal. Inside, nestled within the glistening, nectar-slicked folds, the Alraune stretched languidly. Her light green skin shimmered faintly, dewy with the viscous fluid. She inhaled deeply through delicate nostrils, her purple eyes fluttering open, pupils dilating in the gloom. A slow, predatory smile curved her full lips. "Mmm... young," she murmured, her voice a low, resonant hum that vibrated through the flower's core. "Strong... vital... and oh, so beautifully *alone*." The scent clung to her senses, rich and promising: sweat, adrenaline, a hint of synthetic wig, and beneath it all, the unmistakable, clean musk of fertile womanhood. "Could it be...?" she breathed, the petals around her trembling slightly with anticipation. "After so long... waiting in the cold earth... has my spring finally come?"
The Alraune shifted within her bloom, her E-cup breasts slick with nectar, her long, green-tinted fingers tracing the inner petal walls. "Sweet wife," she cooed softly, the sound barely louder than the rustle of leaves, yet carrying an unnatural clarity through the still air. "Lost little blossom... drawn to my perfume... drawn to your place." Her pointed ears twitched, filtering the distant sounds of the city into meaningless noise, focusing solely on the approaching rhythm of footsteps – hesitant, then determined, then cautious again. "Don't be afraid of the dark," she whispered, her voice weaving through the trees like tendrils of mist. "The dark is warm here... warm and wet... and so very welcoming." A single, thick vine, glistening with the same sweet fluid, uncoiled silently from the base of the flower, slithering snake-like through the damp leaf litter towards the source of the scent. "Come closer... let me see you... let me taste the air you breathe..."
Mikaela froze mid-step, her boot hovering above a patch of moss. The air had changed. The damp earth smell was utterly overwhelmed by a cloying, floral sweetness so potent it made her throat tighten and her head swim slightly. It was beautiful, yes, but aggressively so – like perfume spilled in a closed room. Her skin prickled, not just from the cold now, but from a sudden, inexplicable flush of warmth spreading low in her belly. Her nipples tightened almost painfully against the leotard fabric, a sharp contrast to the chill on her exposed back. She scanned the dense foliage ahead, her blue eyes narrowed. "What the hell...?" she muttered, the words thick on her tongue. The rustling she heard wasn't wind; it was too rhythmic, too purposeful. It sounded like... dragging? Her mechanic's instincts screamed *trap*, but the heat pooling between her thighs, the sudden dampness she felt there despite the cold air, urged her forward, deeper into the intoxicating, terrifying sweetness.
"Lost, little bloom?" The voice was unlike anything she'd ever heard – a low, resonant hum that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath her feet, smooth as polished wood yet thick with an unnatural warmth. It came from the dense thicket ahead, where the moonlight barely penetrated. Mikaela instinctively dropped into a lower stance, fists clenched inside her green gloves, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Who's there?" she demanded, her voice sharper than intended, betraying a tremor she despised. "Show yourself!" The scent intensified, wrapping around her like a physical embrace, making her dizzy. Her knees felt weak. *Run,* screamed a part of her brain, the part that remembered dark alleys and predatory eyes. But her feet remained rooted, drawn towards the source like iron to a magnet. The warmth in her core bloomed into a demanding ache.
A soft, velvety sigh echoed from the gloom, followed by the distinct sound of something large unfolding. "No need for fear," the voice purred, closer now. "Only sweetness waits here. Can't you feel it? The cold bites... but I offer warmth." Mikaela took an involuntary step forward, then another, her boots sinking slightly into the soft, fragrant earth. Her breath hitched as she saw it: an enormous, unfurling pink flower, easily taller than her, its petals glistening wetly in the faint light. Inside, nestled deep within its slick folds, was a figure – impossibly green skin, luminous purple eyes that locked onto hers with unnerving intensity, and a cascade of short, shiny green hair framing a face of breathtaking, alien beauty. "See?" the Alraune murmured, a slow smile curving her full lips. Her gaze drifted down Mikaela's form, lingering on the swell of her breasts above the leotard, the curve of her hips. "Such a vibrant vine... drawn to my nectar. Come. Let the chill fade."
Mikaela's mind raced, a frantic counterpoint to the languid pull in her blood. *Monster. Trap. Get out.* But the scent was inside her now, a thick syrup coating her thoughts, amplifying every sensation – the rough texture of bark against her gloved palm as she steadied herself, the cold air on her flushed face, the insistent, throbbing heat radiating from her core, making her pussy clench with a sudden, shocking emptiness. "Nectar?" she managed, her voice barely a whisper, laced with suspicion but also a breathless curiosity she couldn't suppress. Her eyes were drawn to the glistening fluid coating the Alraune's skin, her breasts, the inner petals. It shimmered, thick and golden-pink. "What... what is that?" She took another step, drawn inexorably closer to the massive bloom, the rational part of her screaming even as her body swayed towards the promise of warmth and that impossible, drugging sweetness.
The Alraune's smile widened, revealing small, perfect teeth. "Life," she breathed, her purple eyes glowing with predatory delight. "Warmth. Pleasure unending. Taste it, little vine..." A single, thick vine, slick with nectar, uncoiled silently from the base of the flower, slithering towards Mikaela's boot. "Just... a taste..."
Mikaela jerked her foot back instinctively, her mechanic's reflexes kicking in. "Keep your creepy ivy off me!" she snapped, the sharpness in her voice momentarily cutting through the fog of scent. But her gaze remained locked on the vine's glistening tip, her lips unconsciously parting. The ache between her thighs pulsed violently. "What kind of sick trick is this? Some Halloween gag?"
"A gift," the Alraune murmured, her voice a low thrum that vibrated in Mikaela's bones. She shifted within her bloom, the petals trembling as she gracefully lifted one long, green leg, then the other, stepping out onto the damp earth. Her movements were fluid, hypnotic, her curvy hips swaying with an impossible, plant-like grace. The nectar dripped from her skin, catching the faint moonlight. "No trick. Only truth. The cold bites you... I feel it. Let me warm you." She took a slow step forward, the scent intensifying, wrapping Mikaela in a warm, floral embrace that made her knees tremble. "You smell of metal... and fire... and loneliness. So strong. So ripe."
The vine moved again, faster this time, not towards her feet but upwards, a sinuous, glistening tendril aiming straight for Mikaela's face. It brushed against her cheek, cool and slick, leaving a trail of sticky sweetness. Mikaela gasped, a shudder running through her – revulsion warring violently with the molten heat flooding her core. She tried to turn her head, to pull away, but the scent, the proximity of the swaying Alraune, the sheer alien magnetism of her, held her frozen. The vine traced the line of her jaw, then pressed gently against her full, red-painted lips. "Open," the Alraune commanded softly, standing mere feet away now, her purple eyes boring into Mikaela's, her own lips slightly parted in anticipation. "Drink the warmth. Know the bliss."
Mikaela's breath hitched. The nectar on her lips was impossibly sweet, thick like honey, carrying the scent of peaches and musk deep into her nostrils. A tremor ran through her, starting in her clenched thighs and radiating upwards. Her gloved hands, still half-raised defensively, trembled. The rational scream in her mind – *spit it out, run, hotwire something, fight!* – was drowned out by a wave of pure, aching sensation. Her tongue, almost of its own accord, flicked out, tasting the sticky fluid. It exploded on her taste buds: sweetness layered over a deep, earthy richness that sent a jolt of pure, electric heat straight to her clenching pussy. A low moan escaped her, muffled against the vine. Her blue eyes widened, locked on the Alraune's triumphant gaze, as the first wave of nectar-induced warmth flooded her veins, melting her resistance like wax.
The Alraune closed the distance in one fluid stride, her bare feet silent on the damp earth. Her cool, green hands cupped Mikaela's face, thumbs brushing away a stray smear of nectar near her mouth. "Yes," she breathed, her voice thick with satisfaction, her own scent mingling dizzyingly with the nectar's perfume. "Let it fill you. Let it burn away the cold." Before Mikaela could gasp or protest, the Alraune leaned in, her full lips parting. The vine retracted instantly, slick and quick, vanishing back towards the bloom. Mikaela felt its absence as a sudden emptiness, a loss of that intense sweetness, leaving her mouth open, vulnerable, and yearning. Then the Alraune's lips pressed firmly against hers.
The kiss wasn't tentative. It was deep, claiming, hungry. The Alraune's tongue slid into Mikaela's mouth, probing, exploring, tasting the lingering nectar mixed with Mikaela's own startled breath. It was cool, slick, and carried another surge of that intoxicating nectar directly onto Mikaela's tongue. Mikaela's knees buckled. A strangled sound, half-protest, half-pleasure, vibrated in her throat. Her hands, still gloved, fluttered uselessly before one instinctively gripped the Alraune's slick shoulder for balance, fingers sinking into surprisingly firm, cool flesh beneath the dewy nectar. The other hand tangled in the Alraune's short, shiny green hair, pulling her closer, not pushing her away. The heat inside Mikaela roared, a furnace stoked by the kiss, the nectar, and the overwhelming proximity of the creature. Her leotard felt unbearably tight, constricting the frantic pounding of her heart and the desperate throb between her legs. Every nerve screamed, electrified and utterly enslaved.
The Alraune moaned into Mikaela's mouth, a sound like wind through leaves, low and resonant. Her fingers tightened on Mikaela's jaw, holding her firmly as she deepened the kiss, her tongue swirling possessively. Mikaela's senses swam. The world narrowed to the cool pressure of the Alraune's lips, the slick slide of her tongue, the overwhelming floral scent filling her lungs, and the relentless, molten ache pulsing in her core. Her own tongue tentatively met the Alraune's, a hesitant flick that earned a pleased hum and another surge of nectar flooding her mouth. Mikaela swallowed reflexively, the thick sweetness coating her throat, sending fresh waves of warmth cascading downwards, pooling low in her belly, intensifying the desperate emptiness between her thighs. Her grip on the Alraune's hair tightened, pulling her impossibly closer, her body arching instinctively against the cool, firm curves pressed against her. The vinyl of her boots slid slightly on the damp earth as she surrendered to the kiss, her mind blissfully blank except for the overwhelming sensations: the taste, the scent, the cool skin against her flushed cheek, and the relentless, building pressure deep inside her.
With a soft, wet sound, the Alraune finally broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to look down into Mikaela's dazed blue eyes. Her purple gaze glowed with predatory satisfaction, tracing the smear of red lipstick mixed with glistening nectar on Mikaela's swollen lips. A slow, knowing smile curved her own full lips. Her voice, thick with nectar and desire, vibrated against Mikaela's skin. "See, little vine? The cold is gone. Only warmth remains." Her cool thumbs brushed nectar from Mikaela's chin, her gaze drifting lower, lingering hungrily on the deep cleavage exposed by Mikaela's straining leotard. The thin green fabric was damp with sweat and the humid air near the bloom, clinging obscenely to the swell of Mikaela's D-cup breasts. The Alraune's smile widened, sharp and possessive. "Such ripe fruit," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent shivers down Mikaela's spine despite the heat flooding her. One green hand slid down Mikaela's neck, over her collarbone, coming to rest possessively on the curve of Mikaela's left breast. Her thumb brushed the straining fabric just above Mikaela's stiffened nipple, making Mikaela gasp sharply. "You ache," the Alraune stated, not a question. Her purple eyes locked onto Mikaela's. "Drink deeper. Take my nectar straight from the source." She leaned in, her lips brushing Mikaela's ear, her breath cool yet carrying the scent of peaches and musk. "Suck my breasts," she commanded, her voice a low, resonant thrum that vibrated in Mikaela's bones. "Take them in your mouth. Drink your fill. Any way you want... hard, soft, slow... make them yours." Her other hand moved to cup Mikaela's jaw again, guiding her face downwards towards her own slick, nectar-drenched cleavage. "Sate that thirst burning inside you."
(Spicy Treat Start!)
Mikaela whimpered, the sound torn from deep within her chest. Her gaze, blurred with nectar and desire, fixed on the Alraune's E-cup breasts glistening mere inches from her face. They were full, heavy, slick with golden-pink nectar that pooled in the deep valley between them and trickled down the smooth green skin. The scent was overwhelming here, primal and sweet, promising oblivion. The ache in Mikaela's core clenched violently, a physical demand echoing the Alraune's words. Her lips parted instinctively, her tongue darting out to wet them, tasting the lingering nectar and her own desperate need. The Alraune's cool fingers tightened slightly on her jaw, a silent, insistent encouragement. Mikaela's breath hitched, a tremor running through her entire body. The rational voice was a distant, fading echo, utterly drowned by the roar of her own pulsing blood and the hypnotic command vibrating through her. Slowly, hesitantly at first, she leaned forward, her eyes locked on the glistening swell before her. The cool, slick skin brushed her flushed cheek as she nuzzled tentatively into the soft, yielding flesh, inhaling the heady perfume deeply. A low moan escaped her, vibrating against the Alraune's skin. Then, with a shuddering gasp of surrender, Mikaela opened her mouth wider and pressed her lips firmly against the curve of the Alraune's right breast, just above the dark green nipple.
Her mouth closed over the cool, slick skin. She sucked, tentatively at first, then harder as the thick, sweet nectar flooded her mouth. It was richer, warmer, more potent than what had coated the vine – pure essence, straight from the source. The taste exploded on her tongue: peaches intensified, musk deepened, layered with an earthy, vital richness that sent jolts of pure, electric pleasure straight to Mikaela's clenching pussy. She moaned again, the sound muffled against the yielding flesh, her hands instinctively sliding from the Alraune's hair and shoulder to grasp her slick waist, holding on as if drowning. Her tongue swirled, lapping hungrily at the nectar welling from the pores beneath her lips, seeking more. The Alraune arched her back with a deep, resonant sigh of pleasure, pressing her breast more firmly into Mikaela's mouth. "Yes," she breathed, her voice thick and trembling. "Drink, my sweet vine. Drink deep." Her fingers tangled gently in Mikaela's red wig, holding her close as Mikaela suckled harder, her movements growing bolder, more desperate. Each pull sent fresh waves of warmth flooding Mikaela's veins, melting her bones, stoking the fire in her core into an unbearable inferno. Her own neglected nipples throbbed painfully against the tight spandex leotard, a sharp counterpoint to the bliss radiating from her mouth and belly.
"You are... astonishing," the Alraune murmured, her voice a husky vibration Mikaela felt against her lips. Her cool fingers traced the shell of Mikaela's ear, slick with nectar. "Such eager lips... such clever tongue. You take my nectar like you were born for it." She shifted slightly, guiding Mikaela's mouth towards her stiffening green nipple. "Don't hold back, little blossom. Feast. Claim it." Mikaela whimpered, her lips instinctively parting wider, closing over the firm, dark peak. She sucked hard, drawing the nipple deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its textured surface. The nectar flowed thicker here, sweeter, carrying an almost electric charge that made Mikaela's thighs clench and her hips buck involuntarily against the cool air. "Oh!" The Alraune gasped, a genuine sound of surprised delight. Her fingers tightened in Mikaela's wig. "Yes! Just like that... Goddess, your mouth..."
Mikaela pulled back slightly, panting, nectar glistening on her swollen lips and chin. Her blue eyes, clouded with lust but flickering with a spark of bewildered honesty, locked onto the Alraune's glowing purple gaze. "It's... it's good," she breathed raggedly, her voice thick with nectar and arousal. "Really fucking good." She hesitated, a flush deepening on her cheeks beneath the sticky sweetness. "But... shit..." She swallowed, her gaze dropping briefly to the glistening breast she'd just abandoned. "This... sucking on you... it's my first time. Ever. Doing... this. With a woman." The confession tumbled out, raw and unexpected, a sliver of her old self piercing the nectar haze. She looked back up, defiance warring with vulnerability in her eyes. "Guess... guess Poison Ivy's got hidden talents."
A slow, delighted smile spread across the Alraune's face, luminous and predatory. Her purple eyes danced with amusement and something deeper, possessive. "First time?" she echoed, her voice dropping to a low, intimate purr. She traced Mikaela's nectar-slicked jawline with a cool fingertip. "And yet... you taste me like a seasoned lover." She leaned in, her lips brushing Mikaela's temple. "A natural bloom," she whispered, the words vibrating against Mikaela's skin. "Your hunger... your instinct... it sings to me." Her hand slid down Mikaela's back, fingers pressing possessively into the curve above her vinyl-covered ass. "Don't stop now, my eager vine. Show me what other instincts stir within you." Her other hand guided Mikaela's mouth back towards her waiting breast, the nipple glistening and taut. "Drink deeper. Claim your fill. Let your body teach you what it craves."
Mikaela didn't hesitate. With a ragged gasp, she surged forward, her lips sealing hungrily over the Alraune's left nipple this time. She sucked hard, drawing the cool, firm peak deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around its textured surface. The nectar flowed thicker here, impossibly sweet and electric, flooding her senses. A low moan rumbled in Mikaela's throat, muffled against the yielding flesh, her fingers digging into the Alraune's slick waist. The ache between her own thighs intensified into a sharp, demanding throb, echoing the rhythm of her sucking. She felt the Alraune's breath hitch, a soft gasp escaping her lips as Mikaela's teeth grazed lightly, experimentally, over the sensitive tip.
"Goddess, yes," the Alraune breathed, her voice thick with pleasure. Her hands slid lower, both palms spreading wide over the vinyl-covered swell of Mikaela's asscheeks. The coolness of her touch seeped through the thin spandex, a startling contrast to the heat radiating from Mikaela's skin beneath. "Such ripe curves," she murmured, her fingers kneading firmly, exploring the full, resilient flesh through the leotard. She squeezed, testing the give, her thumbs pressing into the cleft where Mikaela's cheeks met her thighs. "Tensed... eager..." Her grip tightened, pulling Mikaela's hips flush against her own slick pelvis. "Your body begs for touch, little blossom. Can you feel it? The heat trapped beneath this flimsy vine?" She rubbed slow, deliberate circles over Mikaela's asscheeks, the friction of the vinyl against Mikaela's sensitive skin sending jolts of sensation straight to her clenching core. Mikaela whimpered against the breast in her mouth, her hips bucking instinctively against the Alraune's cool thigh, seeking pressure, seeking relief from the relentless ache the Alraune's touch ignited.
The Alraune chuckled, a low, resonant sound vibrating against Mikaela's forehead. "Impatient," she teased, her fingers never ceasing their possessive kneading. One hand slid lower, tracing the hem of Mikaela's leotard where it cut high on her thigh. Her cool fingertip brushed the exposed, fever-hot skin there, making Mikaela jerk. "So wet," the Alraune murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper filled with dark promise. "Even through this barrier... I can smell your need, little vine. Clean... potent... utterly intoxicating." She leaned closer, her lips grazing Mikaela's ear as Mikaela continued to suckle desperately. "Soon," she breathed, the word a cool caress laced with nectar-sweet threat. "Soon, I will peel this clinging green skin away... and taste the nectar *you* bloom for me." Her fingers dug deeper into Mikaela's asscheek, possessive and demanding, a silent vow echoing her words.
Mikaela tore her mouth away with a gasp, nectar dripping from her chin. Her blue eyes were wide, pupils blown black with lust and a flicker of bewildered panic. "Taste *me*?" she rasped, her voice rough. "You... you want *that*?" Her gaze darted instinctively downwards, towards the Alraune's slick thighs and the glistening folds Mikaela could just glimpse beneath the large petals. The ache between her own legs pulsed violently at the thought, a fresh wave of slick heat soaking the thin fabric of her leotard. "I... I've never..." she stammered, the admission raw. "Boys... just hands... maybe mouths... nothing like..." Her words trailed off, swallowed by the thick, floral air and the intensity of the Alraune's purple stare.
The Alraune's smile widened, predatory and utterly delighted. Her cool hand slid up Mikaela's spine, tangling in the red wig, pulling her face close. "Never tasted a woman?" she purred, her thumb tracing Mikaela's nectar-smeared lower lip. "Never felt the softness... the heat... the *flavor*?" Her other hand slid boldly between Mikaela's thighs from behind, pressing firmly against the damp vinyl stretched taut over Mikaela's mound. Mikaela cried out, hips bucking forward against the sudden, electrifying pressure. "Oh, but you crave it," the Alraune breathed against her lips, her voice thick with certainty. "Your body sings it. That ache... that emptiness... it begs for a woman's tongue." She pressed harder, grinding her palm against Mikaela's clit through the fabric, drawing a choked sob. "And *I*... I crave yours inside me." Her purple eyes burned. "Deep inside. Licking... sucking... drinking *me*."
A shudder wracked Mikaela's frame. The Alraune's words, combined with the relentless pressure against her throbbing clit, shattered the last vestiges of resistance. Need roared through her, primal and undeniable. Her hands, slick with nectar, flew to the Alraune's waist, fingers digging into cool flesh. "Show me," Mikaela demanded, her voice a ragged whisper, raw with desire and terrifying newness. Her gaze locked onto the Alraune's glistening folds, visible now as the petals shifted. "Show me... how." The defiance was still there, sharp-edged, but utterly consumed by the overwhelming hunger the creature had ignited – a hunger to taste, to learn, to devour this impossible sweetness at its source. Her tongue darted out unconsciously, wetting her lips, already anticipating the plunge.
The Alraune's answering smile was pure triumph. She leaned down, capturing Mikaela's nectar-smeared lips in a deep, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was a claiming, her cool tongue sliding against Mikaela's, sharing the thick, heady flavor of her own essence mixed with Mikaela's desperation. Mikaela moaned into it, her hands tightening on the Alraune's hips, pulling her closer, seeking more of that intoxicating coolness against her fevered skin. The kiss lingered, a slow, wet exploration that stole Mikaela's breath and stoked the fire in her belly impossibly higher. When the Alraune finally pulled back, her purple eyes were dark pools of promise. "Kneel, my eager vine," she commanded, her voice thick with nectar and command. Her hands slid firmly onto Mikaela's shoulders, cool palms pressing down with undeniable strength. "Kneel before your feast."
Mikaela sank down onto the soft, damp earth, her vinyl boots sinking slightly into the loam. The cool air kissed her exposed thighs, a stark contrast to the inferno raging within. Her gaze was level now with the Alraune's glistening mound, nestled within the pink petals. The scent here was overwhelming – musky, fertile, impossibly sweet – making her mouth water anew. The Alraune parted her thighs wider, revealing the slick, swollen folds, darker green against her light skin, glistening with thick, golden-pink nectar that pooled and dripped onto the petals below. "Taste," the Alraune breathed, her voice a husky vibration above Mikaela. Her fingers tangled gently in Mikaela's wig, guiding her forward. "Start slow... a long, slow lick... savor the first bloom of my nectar."
Mikaela obeyed. Leaning in, her breath ghosting over the slick flesh, she extended her tongue tentatively. The first touch was electric. Cool, impossibly smooth skin met the flat of her tongue. She dragged it upwards in one slow, deliberate stroke, from the base of the Alraune's slit to the hooded peak above. The flavor exploded – richer, deeper, earthier than the nectar from her breasts, layered with a potent musk that bypassed thought and went straight to Mikaela's core. It was primal, addictive. A low groan tore from Mikaela's throat as she pulled back, her tongue coated thickly, savoring the complex sweetness. Her eyes fluttered shut for a second, overwhelmed. "Oh... god..." she gasped, her voice thick. "It's... deeper." She didn't hesitate again. Driven by instinct and ravenous need, she leaned back in, her tongue seeking that slick heat with desperate hunger, tracing the swollen folds, lapping at the nectar pooling at the entrance. Each lick sent fresh tremors through the Alraune, whose fingers tightened in Mikaela's hair, urging her deeper.
"Yessss," the Alraune hissed, her voice a resonant hum that vibrated through Mikaela's skull. Her hips rolled forward, pressing her glistening folds more firmly against Mikaela's seeking mouth. "Don't just lick... *taste* me. Inside. Find the source." Her command was urgent, laced with pleasure. Mikaela needed no further urging. With a needy whimper, she pressed her lips to the Alraune's opening, parting them with her tongue. She pushed *in*, past the yielding outer lips, into the velvety, impossibly tight heat within. The sensation was overwhelming – slick, cool walls clenching rhythmically around her invading tongue, drenching it in a flood of nectar thicker and hotter than anything before. Mikaela moaned deeply against the Alraune's pussy, the sound muffled, vibrating against sensitive flesh. She began fucking her tongue in earnest, shallow thrusts at first, then deeper, probing the tight channel, swirling against the textured walls she could feel pulsing around her. Her nose pressed against the Alraune's mound, breathing in the intoxicating, musky perfume mixed with the scent of her own saliva and the Alraune's essence.
The Alraune cried out, a sharp, melodic sound that echoed through the grove. Her hips rolled in a slow, sinuous grind against Mikaela's face, matching the rhythm of her tongue. "Goddess! Like that! Deeper!" she gasped, her voice trembling. Her fingers clenched almost painfully in Mikaela's wig, holding her firmly in place. "Your tongue... it's... ah!... *perfect*." Each word was punctuated by a gasp as Mikaela curled her tongue upwards, seeking a different texture, finding a ridged spot that made the Alraune's entire body arch. "Yes! *There*! Oh, little vine... you learn so fast!" Her praise was fervent, awed. "So eager... so clever... sucking me... fucking me..." She moaned long and low, the sound vibrating through Mikaela's jaw. "Never... never had a blossom taste me... fuck me... like this..." Her thighs trembled against Mikaela's shoulders, slick with nectar and sweat. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..."
Mikaela was lost in sensation. The tight clench of the Alraune's pussy around her tongue, the flood of nectar coating her chin and throat, the heady scent filling her lungs, the desperate sounds above her – it consumed her. Her own neglected arousal was a distant throb compared to the primal satisfaction of pleasing this creature, of drawing these sounds from her. She fucked deeper with her tongue, burying her face as far as she could, her lips sealed tight around the entrance, sucking rhythmically as she thrust. Her hands gripped the Alraune's slick hips, pulling her closer, grinding her own aching clit against the cool vinyl of her boot for the barest hint of friction. She felt the Alraune's inner muscles flutter wildly, tightening like a vise around her tongue. A guttural cry tore from the Alraune, her hips bucking erratically. "Now! My beautiful blossom! *NOW*!" The command was raw, desperate. Mikaela doubled her efforts, her tongue plunging relentlessly, her lips sucking hard, drinking down the sudden, hot gush of nectar that surged against her mouth as the Alraune's climax ripped through her, shaking her entire verdant form.
The Alraune's cry shattered into a high, keening wail that echoed through the silent grove. "YESSS! *FUCK*! DRINK IT!" Her thighs clamped hard around Mikaela's head, trapping her face against her pulsing slit. Mikaela felt the explosion – a violent, rhythmic clenching deep inside the channel she was buried in, followed by an overwhelming torrent of thick, clear fluid. It wasn't just nectar anymore; it was pure, potent essence, flooding her mouth with shocking force. Mikaela choked, gulping frantically as the cool, viscous liquid filled her throat, spilled over her lips, and cascaded down her chin. It tasted cleaner than before, intensely floral with an electric tang that made her scalp tingle. "Swallow! Swallow it all, my vine!" the Alraune gasped, her voice ragged with ecstasy, her fingers clawing at Mikaela's wig. "Every drop! Goddess, YES!" The flood didn't stop; it poured relentlessly, soaking Mikaela's face, plastering strands of the red wig to her cheeks, dripping in thick rivulets down her neck.
The sheer volume was staggering. Clear cum overflowed Mikaela's mouth even as she swallowed convulsively, running in glistening streams down her jawline and pooling in the hollow of her throat. It flowed freely over the swell of her breasts, soaking the plunging neckline of her green leotard. Mikaela felt the cool liquid seep into the deep valley of her cleavage, trickling between her D-cup breasts, slicking the smooth skin beneath the spandex. The Alraune shuddered violently above her, riding the peak of her orgasm, her cries subsiding into breathless, shuddering gasps. "Ohhh... oh, little vine... look at you..." she panted, her voice thick with spent pleasure and awe. "Drenched... covered in my seed... marked..." Her grip on Mikaela's hair loosened slightly, but her thighs remained locked tight. "So beautiful... wearing my essence..." She traced a trembling, nectar-slicked finger through the mess on Mikaela's cheek, smearing it possessively. "You took it... all of it..."
Mikaela finally pulled back slightly, gasping for air, her lips slick and swollen, her face and chest gleaming wetly in the moonlight filtering through the petals. She looked down at herself – her cleavage was a glistening pool, the clear fluid trapped between her breasts, dripping slowly onto her leotard and the damp earth beneath her knees. The scent was overpowering, clinging to her skin, her hair, her costume. She met the Alraune's heavy-lidded purple gaze, her own blue eyes wide, dazed, and filled with a bewildered mixture of satisfaction and shock. Her tongue darted out, licking the lingering taste from her lips – cleaner, sharper, utterly addictive. "Holy shit," Mikaela breathed, her voice hoarse and thick. She swallowed again, the potent fluid warming her from the inside. "That... that was..." Words failed her. She felt branded, claimed, utterly saturated by the creature's release. The ache between her own thighs roared back to life, sharper and more demanding than ever, amplified by the taste and scent coating her skin. She leaned forward instinctively, her tongue seeking the Alraune's still-quivering folds again, craving more, craving the source.
The Alraune chuckled, a low, resonant sound vibrating deep in her chest. Her cool fingers slid under Mikaela's chin, gently but firmly lifting her face away from her slick core. "Patience, my eager vine," she purred, her voice thick with spent pleasure and affection. "There will be oceans more... lifetimes of it." Her purple eyes softened, gazing down at Mikaela's nectar-drenched face with undeniable tenderness mixed with fierce lust. "But first..." With surprising strength, she gripped Mikaela's shoulders and effortlessly pulled her up from her knees onto unsteady legs. Mikaela swayed, the vinyl boots slipping slightly on the slick petals beneath her. Before she could regain her balance, the Alraune's arms wrapped possessively around her waist, pulling her flush against her cool, slick body. The sudden contact sent a jolt through Mikaela – the coolness against her heated skin, the firm press of the Alraune's E-cup breasts against her own leotard-covered chest. "Look at you," the Alraune breathed, her lips brushing Mikaela's temple. "Covered in my essence... beautiful." Then she captured Mikaela's lips in a deep, slow kiss, tasting herself mingled with Mikaela's unique flavor – sweat, adrenaline, and burgeoning desire. It was different from before; less claiming, more... worshipful. Her tongue explored Mikaela's mouth with languid strokes, savoring, sharing breaths, her cool hands roaming possessively over Mikaela's back and hips. "Mine," she murmured against Mikaela's lips, the word resonating with primal certainty.
"Always," Mikaela gasped back, the word escaping her before thought, lost in the dizzying sensation of the kiss and the possessive embrace. The Alraune's kiss deepened, her cool tongue sliding against Mikaela's with renewed hunger, one hand tangling in the damp red wig while the other slid lower, gripping Mikaela's vinyl-clad ass cheek firmly. Mikaela moaned into the kiss, her own hands clutching at the Alraune's slick shoulders, her body instinctively arching into the cool strength holding her. The Alraune broke the kiss only to trail hot, wet kisses down Mikaela's jawline, her neck, stopping at the soaked neckline of the green leotard. Her purple eyes, dark with lust, locked onto Mikaela's. "These," she breathed, her fingers hooking firmly into the top edge of the spandex fabric stretched tight over Mikaela's full breasts. "These beautiful fruits... trapped." With a sharp, deliberate tug, she yanked the leotard down past Mikaela's shoulders, peeling the damp green fabric down to her waist.
Mikaela gasped as cool night air rushed over her exposed skin. Her D-cup breasts, heavy and full, bounced free with the sudden release, the nipples already hard and aching from the chill and the lingering arousal. The sensation was electric – freedom mixed with vulnerability. The Alraune's gaze was rapturous, drinking in the sight: the smooth peach skin, the generous curves glistening faintly with remnants of her own clear essence trapped in Mikaela's cleavage. "Perfection," the Alraune whispered, her voice husky with reverence. She didn't hesitate. Leaning down, she captured Mikaela's right nipple in her mouth with a soft, wet sound. Her lips closed around the stiff peak, her cool tongue swirling firmly over the sensitive bud. Mikaela cried out, her head falling back, fingers digging into the Alraune's green scalp. The sensation was intense, sharp pleasure radiating straight to her core, making her knees buckle slightly. The Alraune held her upright, suckling strongly, her tongue flicking and pressing, drawing deep moans from Mikaela's throat. "Oh! Oh god... yes!" Mikaela gasped, her hips grinding helplessly against the air, seeking friction.
"First time," the Alraune murmured against Mikaela's wet skin, her breath cool on the damp nipple before she switched her attention to the other breast. Her mouth latched onto Mikaela's left nipple with the same hungry possessiveness, sucking hard, her tongue tracing circles around the areola before focusing relentlessly on the peak. "No one else... ever tasted this sweetness?" She sucked deeply, pulling Mikaela's breast further into her mouth, her cool lips creating a delicious pressure. "Only me." Her words vibrated against Mikaela's flesh. Mikaela could only whimper in affirmation, her hands clutching the Alraune's head, holding her closer, urging her on. The dual sensations – the sharp, rhythmic pull on her nipples and the cool wetness of the Alraune's mouth – were overwhelming, sending waves of heat crashing through her belly and pooling intensely between her thighs. Her neglected pussy throbbed, soaked within the vinyl leotard still clinging to her hips, a desperate counterpoint to the exquisite torture on her breasts. The Alraune alternated between them, suckling, licking, nipping gently with her teeth, each touch sending fresh jolts of pleasure-pain through Mikaela's sensitized nerves. "So responsive," the Alraune praised, her voice muffled against Mikaela's flesh. "So eager to give... to be devoured..." She suckled harder, drawing a sharp cry from Mikaela, her purple eyes gleaming with possessive delight as she savored the taste and feel of untouched flesh yielding completely to her touch.
"Enough teasing," the Alraune growled, pulling her mouth away with a wet pop that echoed in the humid air. Mikaela's nipples stood painfully erect, glistening with saliva and nectar, aching from the sudden loss of suction. Before Mikaela could protest, the Alraune's strong hands slid down her slick sides, past her waist, and hooked firmly into the waistband of the soaked green leotard still clinging to her hips. Her purple eyes burned into Mikaela's, fierce and commanding. "These," she hissed, her voice thick with urgency, "come off. *Now*." With a powerful, fluid motion, she dropped to her knees on the soft petal floor. Simultaneously, she yanked the leotard down Mikaela's legs in one swift, decisive pull. The damp spandex peeled away, catching briefly on Mikaela's vinyl boots before pooling around her ankles. Mikaela gasped, instinctively stepping out of the tangled fabric, leaving her utterly exposed except for the red wig plastered to her face, the green gloves, and the tall green vinyl boots reaching mid-thigh. The cool night air washed over her completely naked body, raising instant goosebumps on her peach skin, making her nipples tighten impossibly further. She stood trembling, bathed in moonlight and the Alraune's intense gaze, her smooth skin gleaming faintly with residual nectar, her full breasts heaving with ragged breaths, her curvy hips and shapely legs starkly outlined. The Alraune knelt before her, her gaze raking hungrily over every inch – the swell of Mikaela's breasts, the dip of her slim waist, the flare of her hips, the dark triangle of curls at the apex of her thighs, and the long, toned legs encased in shiny green vinyl. "Goddess," the Alraune breathed, her voice reverent yet thick with raw lust. "Perfect... untouched... *mine*." Her hands slid possessively up Mikaela's booted calves, over her knees, gripping her bare thighs just below the vinyl tops. "Open for me," she commanded, her tone leaving no room for hesitation, only primal expectation.
Mikaela obeyed instantly, instinctively spreading her legs wider, her vinyl boots planted firmly on the yielding petals. The movement exposed her completely to the Alraune's hungry gaze – the soft curls, the glistening pink folds already slick with her own arousal, glistening under the moonlight filtering through the pink petals above. The Alraune leaned forward, inhaling deeply, her nostrils flaring as she drank in Mikaela's intimate scent mingling with her own nectar. "So wet," she murmured, her breath hot against Mikaela's inner thigh, making Mikaela shiver violently. "So ready... aching for my touch." Her cool fingers traced feather-light paths up Mikaela's trembling thighs, bypassing her weeping core, heightening the unbearable tension.
Mikaela whimpered, her hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking contact. "Please..." The word escaped her, ragged and desperate.
The Alraune's purple eyes snapped up to hers, blazing with triumph. "Begging already?" she purred, a predatory smile touching her lips. "Good." Then, without another word, she surged forward. Her cool, wet tongue, broad and flat, dragged in one long, deliberate stroke from Mikaela's perineum all the way up through her dripping slit to her swollen clit. Mikaela cried out, a sharp, broken sound, her knees buckling. The Alraune's strong hands on her thighs held her upright as the incredible sensation crashed over her – the shocking coolness of the tongue against her burning heat, the rough texture rasping exquisitely over her hypersensitive flesh, the sheer intimacy of the contact. The Alraune groaned against her, the vibration sending tremors through Mikaela's core. "Taste like sunlight... and rain... untouched earth..." she murmured, her voice muffled against Mikaela's pussy before diving back in.
The Alraune didn't tease. Her tongue plunged deep, thrusting past Mikaela's outer lips with shocking force, burying itself inside her tight, virgin channel. Mikaela screamed, her head snapping back, her fingers scrabbling against the slick hair on the Alraune's head. The sensation was overwhelming – an intense, stretching fullness, cool and slick, filling her completely. The Alraune's tongue was thick and muscular, moving with deliberate, powerful strokes, fucking deep into Mikaela's tightness. It curled and probed, rubbing against her inner walls with unerring precision. "Oh fuck!" Mikaela gasped, her voice shattered. "It's... inside... *so* deep!" Her hips bucked wildly, trying to grind against the source of the incredible pressure. The Alraune groaned in response, the vibration traveling straight into Mikaela's core, making her inner muscles clench involuntarily around the invading tongue.
"Tighter," the Alraune commanded, her voice muffled against Mikaela's dripping flesh. She withdrew her tongue slightly, only to plunge back in with renewed vigor, her lips sealing around Mikaela's entrance, sucking hard. Simultaneously, she brought her cool, broad thumb up, pressing firmly against Mikaela's swollen, throbbing clit. She rubbed tight, rapid circles over the sensitive bud, the slick nectar making the friction intense and relentless.
Mikaela's entire body seized. "YES! THERE! RIGHT THERE!" she shrieked, her voice raw. The dual assault – the deep, rhythmic thrusting inside her and the insistent pressure on her clit – was too much. Pleasure detonated like a supernova behind her eyes. Her back arched violently, her breasts thrusting towards the sky. A guttural cry tore from her throat as her pussy clenched impossibly tight around the Alraune's tongue. Then, with a sudden, shocking force, a jet of clear, viscous fluid squirted from her depths, spraying over the Alraune's face and neck with a wet, splattering sound. "Oh god! OH GOD!" Mikaela gasped, her hips jerking uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense release crashed through her, leaving her trembling and gasping.
The Alraune pulled back, her face glistening with Mikaela's essence. She grinned, licking her lips slowly, savoring the taste. "Beautiful," she breathed, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Pure... potent... *mine*." Before Mikaela could recover, before her trembling legs could give way completely, the Alraune surged upwards. Her strong arms wrapped around Mikaela's slick waist, pulling her close. She dipped her head, her tongue dragging in long, possessive strokes up Mikaela's stomach, between her breasts, over her collarbone, cleaning the nectar and sweat from her skin. Each lick sent aftershocks trembling through Mikaela's spent body. "Clean... for the joining," the Alraune murmured against her throat.
Then, effortlessly, the Alraune lifted Mikaela off her feet. Mikaela instinctively wrapped her legs around the Alraune's slick waist, her vinyl boots pressing against cool green skin. The Alraune carried her backwards, deeper into the heart of the enormous pink bloom. The air grew thicker, warmer, saturated with the sweet, musky scent. Mikaela felt the velvety inner petals brush against her naked back and ass as the Alraune gently lowered her onto the yielding, nectar-slicked surface. Above them, the huge petals began to slowly, silently fold inward, sealing them in a warm, humid, pink-tinged cocoon. The light dimmed, leaving only the faint luminescence of the Alraune's skin and the deep purple of her eyes.
The Alraune settled her full weight atop Mikaela, her light green skin slick and cool against Mikaela's flushed peach body. Her E-cup breasts pressed heavily into Mikaela's own D-cups, nipples dragging wet trails through nectar and sweat. "Now, little blossom," she murmured, her breath hot against Mikaela's ear, thick with the scent of peaches and musk. "The true feast begins." She shifted her hips, aligning herself deliberately. Mikaela gasped as she felt it—the unmistakable, velvety heat of the Alraune's pussy settling flush against her own soaked folds. It was like pressing against warm silk, smooth and yielding, yet pulsing with a deep, rhythmic throb that echoed in Mikaela's core. "Feel that?" the Alraune breathed, grinding down slowly, making their clits slide together in a slick, electric kiss. "That's where you belong. Joined. Forever wet against me."
Mikaela arched, a choked moan escaping her lips. The sensation was overwhelming—cool skin against her heat, the intimate pressure of another woman's sex grinding firmly against hers, the sheer *fullness* of the contact. Her hips lifted instinctively, seeking more friction, more of that delicious drag. "God... it's... different," she panted, her gloved hands scrabbling against the Alraune's slick back. "So... so much..."
"Different from fingers? From tongues?" The Alraune chuckled, a low, resonant sound vibrating through Mikaela's chest. She rocked her hips in a slow, deliberate circle, grinding their swollen folds together, amplifying the wet, sticky sounds filling the humid air. "This is *union*, little wife. Skin to skin. Core to core." She dipped her head, capturing Mikaela's lower lip between her teeth, sucking gently before deepening the kiss. Her tongue plunged into Mikaela's mouth, mimicking the deep, possessive rhythm of her hips. Mikaela whimpered into the kiss, her body melting into the petal floor, overwhelmed by the dual invasion—the slick, demanding heat below and the cool, probing tongue above. The Alraune's nectar tasted thick and floral on Mikaela's tongue, mingling with her own sharp arousal.
"Faster," Mikaela gasped, breaking the kiss, her blue eyes glazed and desperate. Her hips lifted off the petals, meeting the Alraune's grinding pressure with frantic urgency. "Please... harder..." The plea tore from her throat, raw and needy.
The Alraune's purple eyes flared with triumph. "As my wife commands," she purred, her voice thick with lust. Her hips snapped forward sharply, abandoning the slow grind for powerful, rhythmic thrusts. Each forward surge ground Mikaela's clit firmly against the Alraune's own swollen nub, while the backward drag pulled their slick folds apart with a delicious, wet suction.
Mikaela cried out, her back arching violently off the petals. "Yes! Oh god, YES!" she screamed, the pleasure cresting into a sharp, blinding peak that made her thighs tremble uncontrollably. A fresh gush of fluid soaked the space between them.
"Such sweet cries, wife," the Alraune groaned, her thrusts becoming relentless, piston-like. The wet slap of skin against skin echoed inside the flower. She leaned down, her cool lips brushing Mikaela's flushed ear. "Sing louder for me... let the petals hear their mistress claim her bride."
Mikaela's blush deepened crimson, spreading down her neck and chest at the possessive endearment. "W-wife?" she stammered between gasps, her voice thick with disbelief and a traitorous thrill.
The Alraune's answering thrust slammed deeper, grinding Mikaela's clit against her own slick mound. "Mine," she hissed, her purple eyes blazing. "Say it!" Mikaela's moan shattered into a high-pitched cry as pleasure coiled impossibly tight. Her shapely legs, still encased in the shiny green vinyl boots, instinctively hooked around the Alraune's slender waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Her heels dug into the small of the Alraune's back, anchoring herself against the driving force. "Y-yours!" Mikaela gasped, the admission ripped from her. "God, don't stop!"
The Alraune snarled in triumph, her hips pistoning faster, harder. Each thrust was a deep, grinding impact that sent shockwaves through Mikaela's core. The thick nectar coating their joined sexes created a slick, almost frictionless glide, amplifying every sensation – the drag of the Alraune's swollen clit against hers, the delicious pressure deep inside her own channel. Mikaela's fingernails scraped futilely against the Alraune's slick green shoulders, her body arching wildly off the petals. "Feels... too much!" she sobbed, her voice ragged. "Gonna... break!"
"Break then!" the Alraune commanded, her voice raw. She slammed down one final, brutal time, pinning Mikaela deep. Her own climax ripped through her—a guttural groan tore from her throat as her hips jerked uncontrollably. Mikaela felt the sudden, scalding rush of liquid heat flood against her clit and thighs, mingling with her own slickness. "Take it!" the Alraune gasped, shuddering. "Take my seed, wife! Deep!"
Mikaela screamed. The scalding wetness against her oversensitive flesh, the Alraune's convulsing weight pressing her down, the sheer, possessive intimacy—it detonated her own release. Her vision whited out as her pussy clenched violently around nothing, muscles spasming. A powerful jet of clear fluid erupted from her, splattering against the Alraune's lower belly and thighs with a sharp, wet slap. "FUCK! CUMMING!" she shrieked, her body bowing off the petals, every muscle locked in ecstatic agony.
(Spicy Treat End!)
The Alraune collapsed atop her, panting heavily, slick skin sliding against Mikaela's trembling form. "See?" she murmured, voice thick with satisfaction, nuzzling Mikaela's sweat-damp neck. "Together. Perfect." She lazily traced a finger through the mingled fluids cooling on Mikaela's inner thigh—clear and viscous. "Our nectar... binding us."
Mikaela could only gasp, her chest heaving. The humid air inside the flower tasted thickly of sex and peaches. Her entire lower body throbbed, deliciously raw, utterly claimed. The Alraune shifted slightly, settling her weight more comfortably, her cool breath ghosting over Mikaela's collarbone. "Rest now," she whispered, her fingers tangling possessively in Mikaela's wig-tousled hair. "Spring is long... and we have much planting to do."
The end.