Chapter 4: Amber's Pleasure
This story is an adaptation of the first sexual roleplaying thread I ever started. It is told from several viewpoints, Violet who is the main female figure, Amber who changes from visitor to resident, and several male visitor's. It is broken into several episodes for easier reading.
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Violet's eyes:
I smile as I cum once more feeling, reaching down and gently squeezing base of cokus plant feeling it bulge and spurt slippery juices into his ass. I feel the overused cokus plant slowly withdraw from my own sopping wet cunt shriveling up used, the other slowly sliding from his ass as he begins to fade from sight. until now I can see her limp body a wave of my hand releasing her from the vines and licking my lips. Wondering what delights I should show her first. I tug on bark and a soft blanket peals off. I wrap her up in it letting her rest for now, knowing she has lots to take in. Wondering how much time I have before a new guest arrives
Amber's eyes:
He shoots his hot cum deep into me, flooding me. So much that it streams back out and down my thighs. I see her behind him, head thrown back as she too cums. Over and over he thrusts, biting my neck and clawing at my ass as he pulls me tighter against him. Then he starts to fade. His eyes widen, then soften with regret. I kiss his lips, but he is no longer there.
My sweet Mistress, for what else can I call her, releases me from the tree with just a wave of her hands. I am so tired, and chilled now. Somehow she pulls a blanket from off the tree and wraps me in it. Easing me to the ground she lets me curl up and rest. I have so many questions for her. So many things I want to know, but cannot speak, and am so tired. Wondering if it is okay to close my eyes. That won't make me leave, will it? I struggle to my knees, the blanket still wrapped over my shoulders. I reach out my hand and caress her leg. "Please." I spoke! I almost cried with the relief.
"What shall I do now? May I know? May I wash up? I am, so confused." And a tear does fall, as I lean in and kiss her pretty foot.
Violet's eyes:
I gently close your eyes softly kissing the eyelids, "Rest now, tomorrow you will explore this world." I watch her rest and curl my body next to hers.
I wake up first feeling such delight as I now have a plaything to share my world with. I slowly slip away and move to the lake to bathe in it's warm erotic waters. I hope I have time to show and explain many things to my pet before a visitor arrives. I pet one of the puskylilies floating on water using it's fragrant juices to wash my hair and body. Feeling invigorated I slowly rise from water shaking droplets off my skin as I rise my nipples hardening in the crisp slightly cool air. I notice she's awake and I beckon to her smiling as I know I'll enjoy washing her new form her skin a lovely shade of amber her luxurious hair brilliant green.
Amber's eyes:
She shushes me to sleep, and I do. Still and safe, there in her arms. I awaken the next morning, feeling dirty. I turn to ask her where to wash, but she is gone. I stretch, turning to see where she could be. Looking around for the first time, and spy her. Washing and playing in the cool looking waters of a crystal lake. I shyly step closer, hoping I might join her. Her lavender body shedding droplets as she rises from it's depths. It reminds me, and I look over my self for the first time. I am a deep amber, wow! Like the deepest sap that flows through a tree. I run my fingers through my hair, reveling in it's beauty. I feel alive, and fresh. She beckons me and I join her. Stepping softly into the water, her hands reaching out to me as she pulls me into her embrace.
"You must have a million questions, my sweet pet. Let me try and answer a few of them as we wash each other." I am more then willing to be washed, and to have an excuse for touching her glorious body again. I slowly stroke her wet skin, marveling in it's heat, it's passion. For yes, I can feel it glowing at my touch. She hands me a strange flower and shows me it is a cleanser. It smells so delicious, yet changes its scent as I stroke my skin with it, adapting itself to me. I lightly run it across her back also. Wondering how bold I may be.
Violet's eyes:
I point out the few plants in water, the pusky lilies that exude a soft soapy lotion. Smiling as I wash her hair. Saying there is no animal life here and temperature is always balmy, no clothes are ever wanted, that when it does rain the feeling it too delicious to hide from. that the large smooth tree in middle of clearing provides anything I wish, from the blanket to the vines that held her trapped earlier. That I control most of the environment and if she has any suggestions I'd be happy to try them out.
I ask if she'd hungry and she nods. I move to first plant it's a short bush with perky breast like fruit in a pale milky color. I warn her that they taste best when nipples are tight dark buds, and that if you don't pick it and just suckle the nipple honeyed milk will flow from it. I pick up a small one gently tugging it clear and sucking the dark nipple gently. I smile and whisper that the brown ones are chocolate milk and are rarer, and grow larger. Pointing out a smaller brush with a few larger dark milky brown fruits the nipples very dark. Then she bites the nipple off to really savor fruit. I bit the nipple off and devour the sweet pert fruit, as she sees see they grow about the size of a fist. "Or if you enjoy fruit try this one," I murmur going to a plant vining up a trellis, they are about size of ripe melons, a yellow peach color with very pink nipples.
I show her how to test for ripeness taking a nipple in hand and rolling it between my fingers. "If it hardens it's ripe, if not it's more sour tasting." I pluck the one I had played with and bite into the soft flesh juices running down my cheek. Handing her the other half, my arousal climbing as I eat glad I have her around since before I had to amuse myself alone.
"Then they are the pucker flowers." I point at the pussy shaped flower I had been licking yesterday. "Once it's bloomed it gives off delicious nectar for one day when licked gently, and then it fades. You can see there is generous patch even though only a handful of the dusky rose blossoms are open."
"This is the kunt patch," I show her an astounding array of vining flowers. Colors ranging from milky white to indigo and black. "Each color has it's unique flavor. I find the violet ones resemble my taste. I bet the golden ones taste like you, and once they grow hair they are ripe." I pluck a deep blue one and rolling my fingers over the lips she watches as the hairs disappear. "It's easier to eat this way, it's like candy you lick it," I slowly lick the kunt over and over making soft purr of pleasure it tastes so good.