Forward from the author -
We're carrying on directly from that whole mess in the last chapter. If you've just stumbled in on a whim, I highly suggest starting this story from the beginning, as you've skipped ten chapter's worth of development and deep character cuts. For those of you who've been following since the story's humble beginnings, enjoy the ride.
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Benson Lachlan had a front row seat to a show people most assuredly would have paid to dollar for: a scene of raw carnal exploitation between two busty women of world-class beauty. No, beyond that. The world was not ready for the sexual energy those two embodied.
Caeli was a vision of artistic perfection. A sublime combination of taut muscle, generous curves, and sleek contours. Yet for all her overt charms, she held a complex, sophisticated appeal in his mind. Somehow the height of every feminine ideal at once. Sultry yet sweet. Erotic yet adorable. Brazen, yet beguilingly demure. She normally carried herself with such effortless, elegant poise.
Xochitl lacked any of that finesse. She existed as raw sexuality wielded as a blunt instrument. Curvaceous in the extreme, the visage of some ancient fertility goddess made manifest. Overbearing and domineering, manipulating Caeli's body as if it were a toy for her own amusement.
He wanted to be sick. He wished he could look away, and spare Caeli some of her lost dignity that had been torn to shreds alongside her uniform that lay strewn in tattered remnants on the ground.
Their captor had a far more skewed interpretation of how events should unfold, and she wasn't going to give them any say in the matter.
"My dear, sweet Caelestinum, I do have to give you some credit. I honestly believed your willpower would break sometime within the last hundred years. You used to come to me so needily to take care of that insatiable hunger of yours. You've made such a grand show of being above it all, above your bloodline. But you can't tell me you haven't missed these trysts of ours. See? Your body hasn't forgotten. Even as you struggle, your legs part for me as they once did."
Caeli's face bloomed fully red in her shame and arousal.
Soft, tender green vines snaked their way up and around her luscious thighs, needing only to prod gently at the supple flesh for her legs to spread luridly. Barely touched, and already the delicate pink petals of her pussy quivered, drooling with desirous heat.
"N-no! Take me as you wish. But please, leave Ben out of this! He sh-shouldn't see me like... like this!" She said, stuttering through pleasured shudders, body betraying her will.
"Nonsense. You've been nothing but giddy, in how you extol the virtues of your 'honest' relationship. If you should be so proud, I thought you'd jump at this chance to show him your
everything.
In all our years together, I've never known you to be shy. Why start now?"
Caeli's pleading expression was lost on its intended audience as it faltered, her eyelids fluttered against the sensuous assaults of Xochitl's multitudinous appendages. Dexterous creepers, fresh green tendrils, snaked their way up into her vagina, stretching her delicate pink lips wide to reveal the intimate depths of her sopping wet cavern. Her hips bucked, but whether to signify her protest or desire, she probably couldn't even tell the difference. Not now.
But Benson knew how to read her. He knew how her confidence was tied to her self-control. That was the other paradox of her being. She could be fierce as a cougar, or meek as a kitten. Her claim to sexual dominance was relative, a product of having matured in times of sexual repression. In the modern era, she had her physical endurance to fall back on, but emotionally, she'd made herself vulnerable.
He wasn't sure when it had happened, how his reckoning of her had changed so drastically. The bond she had with him, it was more than either of those. To say that they were soulmates would have been a cliche, but there was little else in his mind capable of describing it. He could feel the very essence of her being crying out to him for release - for salvation.
Struggling against his restraints, he was ready to leap into action to save her. Tear away all those manipulative vines suspending her like marionette strings. Try as he might, though, Xochitl's steely tendrils kept him anchored to the ground. With a thick coil lashed across his mouth like a gag, the most he could offer in support was a muffled growl.
"See, isn't this the way it's supposed to be? Just the mere sight of your delicious body has him positively
drooling
at your perfection. You're no equals. Things like him exist only kneel in servitude to your undying beauty."
"I... he... you wouldn't understand the things he makes me fe
el... aah!"
He couldn't bear to hear much more of that talk from her. Still trying to boost him up, even through her torment. Could it even be considered that? She voiced words of opposition, but her moans were of ecstasy.
Gaping wide, she couldn't hide the copious fluids that spilled forth after her fifth orgasm in not many more minutes. It couldn't be much more effort to utterly demolish the record he'd set in their night-long, marathon session.
There was no telling why that notion angered him so. Maybe because her constant compliments built up the idea in his head that he was somehow the only being in the world that could provide for her. He always tried to play it cool, keep himself grounded. But the truth was, the way she clung to him was an ego boost like nothing else. That was the fantasy he'd hopelessly fallen for. Maybe he'd outlasted any of the human partners she'd ever had, but there was no way he'd be capable of matching a monster like Xochitl.
Even after so many years apart, she still knew how to play Caeli's buttons to devastating effect. She had her completely under her green thumb, even before attempting anything penetrative. Freshly-sprouted, tender green vines merely prodded at her body in combinations unmatchable by him, defying her ability to guard herself from the overwhelming stimuli.
Compounding his frustration further was the complete indifference in which Xochitl carried herself. When he and Caeli were together, she deserved nothing less than his undivided attention, and she rewarded him handsomely for his efforts. The baleful alraune carried none of that devotion. Strung up naked, the object of her ire was but an idle plaything to her.
It was the fact that Caeli's lustful body made no distinction between the two of them. She mewled and whimpered all the same, in softly alluring tones she normally reserved only for him.