Chapter 55 - Fruiting [3]

Noah's c.o.c.k slid out from Serris as he stumbled a step away. His member shivered in tandem with the rest of his body as he stared down at her slit. S.e.m.e.n turned a pinkish shade due to her fragrant nectar began to dribble down like a levee broken.

His eyes bolted wide and he gaped as he watched her slit stitch together, one side blending perfectly with the other turning her crotch into the very image of a barbie doll all for the purpose of not letting his seed escape her more than it already had.

"I thank you," Serris spoke, drawing Noah's attention to her head and upper body. At the same time her lower half of buttocks, thighs and legs, sunk back into the wood. "It will take me the day to fully consume your seed so I shall soon rest." She remained there, staring him the eyes awaiting a response.

"Uh, y-yeah. You do that." He stuttered, his hackles still on end as he felt something ominous stabbing his back.

Serris nodded, "my fruits shall be filled by morning come. I shall have them ready for you by then if that is your will."

"That's good."

Noah struggled with his words, his voice even as small as his sentences were was cracked and baring a faint squeak.

Giving another nod, Serris set her hand back against her trunk and slowly melded with it, disappearing completely not moments later.

Stuck stood in place staring at where Serris once was, Noah licked his lips and tasted the sweet remnants of cherries she'd left behind from their kiss. A gusting breeze shimmied past and sent of a bout of sensitive shivers from his lower hald. Focus shooting down he flushed more than he already was at the sight of his languidly hanging member at a shrinking half mast.

Setting it back into his pants, Noah was left befuddled at what to do. Turning around would mean dealing with Liora, just looking at her was going to leave him ashamed with himself, he'd fallen so far into the enthralling embrace of Serris that he'd completely blanked her out. Now that he was back—in arguably sane straits—he knew fully that she was there, staring at his back with some type of glare that was sending each and every hair individually on end.

On the other hand, he didn't have any other option. Asking Serris to let him up was likely just to lead to her being chopped down by an enraged Liora, and that was not something Noah wanted to have stuck on his conscience.

A tremor coursed him as he let out a lengthy sigh, if he left it any longer things were to get just as if not even more awkward than they already were. So he sluggishly spun on point, his head low but rising when he was facing Liora.

She, for all the concern she'd had for him that lead to her bringing an axe to the field, had a much too different on her face now.

Where concern had been followed by anger and hints of threat, she'd now morphed to something else. Her eyes were hazy, cheeks slick with red flushes of arousal and she was chewing on the right side of her lower lip. Her back hunched slightly as the axe she brought lay with its head on the verdure while the butt pressed the crotch of her dress inwards and while faint, Noah could see a slight, moist discolouration around the point it was grinding against.

'Was she-' just as the thought appeared it was briskly shaken away to leave behind only a blank mind and the sight of Liora's l.u.s.tingly shuddering body.

Her chest heaved sending her bosom to soft bounces that only accentuated their size and sent even more blood rushing to his secondary brain threatening to tighten his pants once more.

Shooting his head away, Noah took one, perhaps two sidelong looks at Liora. Half tempted to say something to break her out of the wanting stare she was giving him only to find himself unable to.

Moving to hide his animalistic urges behind two hands Liora's attention was stolen and watched him shift to do so. Before he could fully cover the tenting member, she had seen it, his pants conforming around his shaft. She gulped and just that small feeling of her throat undulating and her heart pattering hardly was enough to send her mind blaring awake.

She jolted, the sense of the axe butt grinding through her dress and into her p.u.s.s.y sending spikes of clitorial pleasure made her hurl the thing thumpingly away. It didn't bounce as it hit the soil. Hands dancing across her dress she pried it from her crotch and pivoted around.

"A-are you done?" she squeaked.

"Yeah…" he trailed off still unable to lift his head but invariably finding himself drawn to Liora's bottom, her dress falling between the crevice of her bottom leaving her plump derriere fully defined. His heart shuddered excitedly while his mind shivered excitedly, unlike Serris, her's was larger, more mature and full. Even through the thin fabris of her dress he could tell his fingers would melt into her flesh with barely a squeeze. 'can't be thinking like this,' his gaze thrown further to the side to block himself from desire.

"G-good. I-I'm heading back to the house. I'm-I'm feeling quite tired right now." Liora marched through the wall of golden hay, her steps swift and without purpose like someone lost in thought or even someone running from something they couldn't comprehened. The words she spoke though stuck with him, the reminded him of something, like someone in pain or unsure of something.

Noah's mouth opened as if to call for her though found nothing coming forth. A shaken head, a look back to Serris' trunk and back to Liora left him addled with thought. Watching her form shrink into the distance Noah exhaled heavily and muttered, "she… does she like me?" even just that sent his heart pattering a shade happier but his mind shivered a shade colder with reason, "no, she's… we just met, she couldn't. Could she?"

A sudden slap to his cheek blared pain that woke his thought addled self, "I should get back as well." One more look to Serris and Noah was stepping over the field of green towards the ocean of gold, halting at the edge where the axe was laid lonesomely on the ground and sticking out like a fish out of water.

Bowing his knees he reached down and lifted it from the ground, he couldn't leave it there, no doubt he'd forget about it if he did. Straightening out he inspected it and felt its surprisingly weighty mass but what had really taken his gaze was the butt, the wood around the upper centimetre or two was a shade darker and glistened wetly in the sunlight.

He knew why, knew what—or who in this case—had done that and for what reason.

Spinning the axe around he gripped it in his right by the head and parted thoughts from that. Being stuck on fantasy was going to make this walk back to the farm house painful. Crossing the boundary between Serris' verdure and the fields of the farmstead was like crossing the boundaries between worlds.

Snorting he huffed, "little too accurate Noah." Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #%5B3%5D_52064606738238811 for visiting.

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Bursting through the doorway into the house, the door slammed shut behind Liora and she was soon resting her back upon it.

Her heart was beating faster than a centaurs gallop.

'What have I done?' she thought gripping part of her dresses crotch and tugged it out to see the slight discolouration where she had wettened it from her sickening display of l.u.s.t.

It was shamefuly, utterly humiliating. She was a grown woman no? Getting aroused by watching a boy barely half her age have s.e.x was ridiculous. She was there to keep him safe from that monster, not imagine herself bucked over, her bottom pressed out while Noah gripped her thighs and pressed his c.o.c.k against her sl-

Liora slammed a resonating slap against her cheek and swiftly awoke her wandering mind. Tightness in her loins and a wettening feeling on her chin left her more uncomfortable than just moments prior. Wiping down her lips she pushed off of the door and wandered deeper into the house, her goal the kitchen where she could get some water to splash against her heated cheeks to cool down her perverse thoughts.

Entering the kitchen, she was brought to a halt. Caina was there, settled in a chair by the dinning table. She wasn't awake from the looks of how her face was pressed onto the wood of the table and the puddle of drool pooling around her mouth. Slight wafting of honeyed mead rose from the girl, added with the crimsoning of her olive skin was enough to tell Liora that the girl was drunken and unlikely to be awakening any time soon.

Liora stumbled past Caina, her steps careful as she arrived by the sink and had water fall from the faucet and into her cupped hands.

Splashing it over her face she rubbed vigorously hoping that with the water her yearning for male companionship would fade. Long after the water disappeared though she still felt it, that tightening of her w.o.m.b, the twisting bubbling in her belly like a hundred butterflies in a bag.

Another splash left her clutching the sink edge with one hand and grinding fingers over her eyes. Pulling back she looked down to her chest and weakly frowned at the points of her n.i.p.p.l.es pushing through her dress. No matter how much she tried to hide it her body was more than just simply yearning for Noah's embrace.

She couldn't even refute it anymore. Didn't mean she was pleased with the idea, someone like her was no fit for him no matter how much her body seemed to disagree.

"What do I do…"