Chapter 25: Lysara, the Nectar Bloom
Riven was entranced. Lysara lay beneath him on a bed of moss, her body lit by shafts of golden light that pierced the canopy above. Her thighs opened like the petals of a rare bloom, revealing her most sacred place — the heart of her magic.
Her pussy wasn't merely flesh, but a living expression of her essence. The lips, soft and velvety, shifted with color — hints of violet and rose underlaid the green hues of her inner energy. As his fingers slid through the slick folds, they came away coated in the shimmering nectar she produced, glistening like dewdrops at dawn.
"Drink from me," she whispered, her voice a melody of wind and blossoms.
Riven obeyed, descending to taste her deeply. His tongue parted her with reverence, his lips pressing to her delicate clit, a soft nub with a subtle pulse like the heart of a flower. Her nectar flowed freely now, intoxicatingly sweet, with a warmth that bloomed across his tongue and into his chest. It wasn't just arousal — it was communion.
Lysara's body writhed, the flowers in her hair blooming rapidly as waves of pleasure spread through her. Her legs wrapped around his shoulders, her moans rolling like thunder through the roots and leaves around them.
"You make me bloom, Riven," she gasped, her voice trembling as she clutched at his hair, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. "Fill me… I want your cock inside me. I want to grow with you."
Riven rose, his lips slick with her nectar. His cock throbbed, achingly hard, glistening with anticipation as he pressed it to her entrance. Her pussy welcomed him with a warm, wet embrace, the petals of her folds parting naturally to draw him in. It was unlike anything he had felt — the way her walls clung and pulsed around him, like a living vine hungry for sunlight.
He sank into her slowly, groaning as her inner muscles wrapped tightly around him. Her moans grew louder, the flowers on her skin flaring open in waves as if mirroring the pleasure bursting inside her.
Each thrust brought a ripple of light through her body, her pussy sucking him deeper, wetter, needier. She clutched at his back, her fingers tipped in leafy tendrils, her lips pressed to his neck.
"I can feel you inside every root," she whimpered. "You're planting something in me…"
They moved together in perfect rhythm, bodies entwined like a tree and its sacred soil. Riven felt her pussy pulse around his cock with a rhythm that grew more frantic, more desperate, until her entire body seized — a deep climax rolling through her like a storm.
She cried out, her nectar gushing over him as her pussy clamped hard, milking his length. With a final thrust, Riven groaned and came deep inside her, his seed pouring into the fertile depths of her core.
Their bodies trembled, locked together, as a soft green glow rose from her womb — magic responding to their union.
When he collapsed beside her, holding her close, Lysara rested her cheek on his chest and whispered:
"You've awakened something in me, Riven. A seed of love that will grow forever…"
He kissed her brow, tasting sunlight and forest on her skin, and held her tightly as the forest wrapped them in the hush of dusk.