Celyz starts breathing in small bursts to taste the flower circlet's perfume, or mine. Either way, it doesn't help my blush. I quite suddenly realize that I have no clue about how to initiate this. Let me.

No, Celyz asked for me. She calls us Jay Liz Vil, she accepts us three, or four. She doesn't know, and there's only two of me if not one. Is there? Elizabeth. You're too hesitant, let me. You're too rough. I can be gentle. I... fine, together.

“How come you can't bring yourself to push me by any means when you never hesitated when we met?” We ask. That's too harsh. It's too whiny.

“Because I felt your pain as if you were a sister of mine and from then on couldn't treat you as any other.” Celyz replies softly, lifting her head to look at me. “Your fright and pain are things I cannot abide by regardless of your acceptance of them.”

She's too good when it comes to me. If she was different, she might not have obtained my love. If she pushed Leomi over me, I would have a path to unite the three of us or at least obtain their acceptance.

They're both reasonable females after all. But they can't stand each other and never will if they cannot breach the divide. Celyz reaches out with one of her tendrils to reassuringly caress my left cheek.

“You're too good for us.” I mutter.

“Us?” Celyz asks, confused.

“Me and my madness.” I chuckle. Which is mad, which is me, I wonder.

“Perhaps you should rest a few more days before going?” Celyz proposes, sounding both worried and hopeful.

“I'm sure spoiling you will do wonders for me.” Elizabeth replies as Jessica is unwilling to directly deny her invitation.

“S, spoiling me?” Celyz stutters.

“Well, hopefully.” I chuckle. “I don't know all that much about the anatomy of Rykz Princesses.”

I reach out to the side of her waist and set my palm on it. She turns still. I gently run my fingers over her rubbery flesh which has an uneven texture that feels both coarse and silky.

“Are, are you...?” Celyz says in a disbelieving tone, apparently fearful to even ask about my intentions.

“My memory is oddly spotty right now so you might have to settle for a platonic massage.” I, Elizabeth, whisper in a sultry voice.

Celyz deploys her tendrils in silence, opening her torso up for me to caress. We take that as an indication that she's making sure she isn't pushing her desires since I've stated that my intentions aren't sexual but wonder if she is perhaps having second thoughts.

“Tell me if I cross a line.” I, Elizabeth, murmur. “Or rather don't.” She, I, suddenly changes her, my, mind. “I'll be taking advantage of you now.” Don't. I'm not just playing, I know what I'm doing. You're improvising.

I follow the string-like toned muscles in her side down to her thighs with the tops of my major and index, causing them to shiver from the Princess' tension. She wouldn't be this nervous if she expected this at all. Soothe her into it then, idiot.

I take a deep breath to softly blow on her skin, making Celyz shiver while I reach between her legs to caress the curve of lower waist with my palm, finding a bone beneath the flesh. I find myself sadly underequipped to interpret the multitude of odors she exudes.

She starts relaxing under my touch, even pushing against my hand as the rumbling of her blood flowing in her body intensifies. I slide further between her thighs, enjoying the fact that she shifts to spread them out even though the action has much less meaning for a Princess.

The curved bone ends as I progress, presenting me with a soft area to work on. I use the tips of my fingers to gently but firmly pressure her there, making my way to the base of her tail.

Celyz' tendrils suddenly fall over my back. She rises up to half her height and leans her torso over my head, trembling as if to confirm that I've hit a weak spot of hers. I wish I had more than a single hand.

“Do you enjoy that?” I ask, amazed at myself for being able to cause such a reaction.

“Rhyes.” Celyz grunts in a rough resounding voice.

I start rubbing her there, applying more and more strength as she opens her legs more to allow me to freely move back and forth. I make use of my nails because it feels like her rubbery flesh can take it.

“Hry.” She squeals in relaxed contentment.

She moves back and forth along with me, her appendages waving over my back but without attempting to intrude inside my clothes. I use my thumb to press on the very spot where her tail links to her trunk.

“Hmph.” Celyz exhales.

I feel her tendrils twirling and pushing against my back. I keep caressing her even as my fingers get sore until she abruptly pulls her tendrils back. I bite my lower lip, cursing at Elizabeth for causing her to be so uncertain that Celyz doesn't dare let herself go.

“Why did you pull away?” I, Elizabeth, ask while affecting confusion. “Your tendrils are your fingers, are they not?” What are you doing?! Adding some spice, if you wanted it your way you shouldn't have hesitated. Be nicer.

“I would like you to massage my spine.” Celyz tells us, avoiding to answer as she tries to hide her shame. See, you're tormenting her! She clearly likes it if we go by the way her body is still waving in the wind.

“Don't be shy to act, this is all for you.” I, Jessica, tell her while gently caressing the firm space between her thighs with my palm to give some rest to my fingers.

I walk behind Celyz, stepping over her tail to set one foot on either side of it. That's when I encounter a bit of an issue, her bent reversed knees are making it difficult for me to reach her back and spine even with her tail resting on the ground.

It would be solved if she stood to her full height, but then I wouldn't be able to reach her neck or even her upper back. I don't hesitate for a moment and start undressing because I'm going to climb up so I won't be able to later.

“Warm us up if you don't mind.” I tell Celyz.

She assembles a half-dozen blazing fire constructs that she spreads out all around us while I shed my clothes. I hear her inhaling deeply when I remove my underwear and throw it to the side, feeling so free from being able to get naked without fear of my scars repulsing her.

Even Elizabeth can't prevent us from a renewed bout of blushing as we realize that she is tasting our moist excitement, rising from the prospect of pleasing this magnificent being. My heartbeat intensifies, causing a heat to rise in my chest.

“I'm going to climb you, my oak.” I whisper.

I hear a low rumbling sound as her toes suddenly plunge into the ground, forcing the earth apart to take root. I can't help but grin at her eager reaction as I witness her tendrils making waves around me like branches.

I set my left foot atop her left knee, adjusting my hold for the angle. I push myself up to grasp at her thin right shoulder with my right hand, very close to the base of her tendrils. With that done, I can pass my right leg around her waist to then pull my chest against her back.

I swiftly throw my left leg around and crossing my ankles over her belly while Celyz arcs backward along the shape of my body, showing immense flexibility. I let myself slip a little to sit on her thighs so that I can hold position with only my legs, freeing my hand.

“Jessica.” Celyz utters in a high tone of voice, like a call for my touch.

Elizabeth resists my desire to go straight for what she wants and instead starts pinching Celyz' spine between thumb and index, rolling down until my hand ends up just above my intimacy.

The situation, and sheer excitement, causes me to actually get wet and instinctively press my sex upon her. Her muscles react by arcing her vertebrae forward, making it protrude and split my folds.

“Uuuhmrha.” I gasp in pleasure and grasp in pain at being touched after my long period of abstinence.

It takes more than I have to regain control of myself as I have to rely on the strength of my love for my Lady and Celyz to succeed as the latter's tendrils are waving all around me like a cry for attention.

“You struggle, I rather like that.” Celyz whispers, giving me further cause for self-restraint. Good, she didn't realize the hurt I just felt.

I start kissing her back and lower neck while I stimulate her spine. It is physically straining to do so but my desire to satisfy her overwhelms my fatigue and lust by a wide margin.

“I'm not sure of, what I'm doing.” I, Elizabeth, tell her.

I reach out to the base of one of her six right tendrils and carefully take hold of it. Celyz rises almost to her full height in reaction, leaving her thighs at a small angle for my ass to rest on.

I pull on the appendage, making it pass through my fingers and finding it to be just slightly viscous and sticky towards the tip. I am amazed that this doesn't repulse me in the least. On the contrary, I cannot wait to experience this fluid which seems to be an expression of Celyz' reproductive functions.

“What is it?” I ask, my chest soaring in wonder.

“You know.” Celyz murmurs in a tiny shy voice.

“Tell me what it means.” I croak.

“It means that I'm fertile.” Celyz replies softly.

I feel my heart melt. I guide her appendage to my mouth, pushing myself up at the same time in order to lay my lips close to its base as possible and run the tendril along them. I poke my tongue out to lick it along its length.

I experience a rush of adrenaline as I reach the slight amount of viscous fluid, tasting a familiar musky flavor along with a new acerbic undertone. The tendril twirls in my hand and over my lips, clearly excited.

Elizabeth helps me resist the pull to gulp her down, to give her everything I can. Slow, steady, this is for her, for our love, for our oak. Look at how, you think, barely able, to string two thoughts.

I guide her thin branch over my left shoulder and let it tumble down my bare back. Celyz uses it to rub and press my strained muscles for her pleasure and my comfort. I get working on the next tendril, this time take hold of one of her six left ones.

“Celyz?” I, Jessica, call out, wanting to hear her voice.

“Yes?” She responds hazily, like she's in a trance.

“Can I take your tendrils in my mouth since I cannot give you a Fellatio like your book on humans describes?” I, Elizabeth, ask in order to rise her expectations and keep the charade of innocence up in spite of Jessica's protests.

“Can you not tell how much I want it?” Celyz asks in a tormented tone.

“Of course I can. Do you not understand what I'm doing?” I, Elizabeth, counters.

“Are you reinforcing, your inexperience, to make it more, enjoyable because of the unknown?” Celyz questions staggeringly.

“Yes.” I, Jessica, confirms. “But not only.”

“Your lies... are so taboo for Rykz.” Celyz says, her trunk shaking. “It is so, exciting.”

“Do you want me to continue?” I, Jessica, ask.

“It's, not what I would, have asked for.” Celyz utters in a burning hot voice. “But, only because I did not know, how intense it would make this.”

I, Elizabeth, secure a tighter grip on the tendril we've been handling. It makes Celyz rise a fraction higher which indicates that she isn't against it as she is still making sure I do not fall off.

I handle her roughly, pulling on the appendage to run my closed fist across it to the end, ending up with a sticky palm. I set her tendril behind my back where it swirly with the other in a similarly excited state.

I run my hand over my breast to deposit the fluid, harshly flicking my own erect and sensitive nipple. The pain provides me a good amount of relief and something to hang onto to maintain my focus but it makes Celyz pause for a moment and lower herself a fraction.

If only she was... She is who she is and I love her for it. No more of this, only her. I work on her ten other tendrils, alternating between a rough and soft touch. I only occasionally use my tongue to keep her from predicting me in order to gradually bolster her sensitivity.

Celyz' breathing sounds grow further away from the sounds a human would make when short in breath, her each inhalation causes small vibrating sounds while her exhalations produce wind-like whooshing sounds.

Once I release the seventh of her branches to lie over my back, they start twirling and rubbing my body as a single entity. It makes me feel like I'm being enclosed in a soft but bristly bush.

I become further amazed by Celyz for how she is restraining herself from initiating a sexual contact with me, definitely because she remains aware of the pain I felt last time she did.

I make the last tendril twirl along my five fingers before laying it over my right shoulder, a neither harsh nor mellow technique that Celyz reacts to extremely well. I engrave this in my memory.

“Rhyhh.” She squeals in a breathing cry of barely restrained pleasure.

“How, are you so...” Celyz chokes. “Do it again.” She pleads.

“Patience, I'll do you one better in a moment.” I murmur, causing her to rise to her full height.

Her tendrils snap around my bare behind to prevent me from falling off and wrap around my thighs. A couple of her appendages curve directly against my sex, causing me to bite my tongue to prevent a full lung scream of agonizing ecstasy.

She doesn't miss my reaction this time and hurriedly pulls the tendrils away, bending her knees to lower her height. I quickly use her support to stand on her thighs and throw my arm around her neck to deposit a long kiss on the side of her ovaloid head.

“You couldn't have known, you don't see behind your back.” I reassure her, hating the fact that I've come very close to ruining her moment. “Relax, think only of yourself and where you need me to be for you to feel comfortable.”

Celyz quickly rises back up, using her tendrils to hold my feet in place. I observe the three breathing openings in front of my eyes, catching the small vibrating membranes inside that are the cause of the odd sounds she's making.

I, Elizabeth, don't explain that I've been long been thinking of what I could do for her. After having tested the level of rough she can handle, I have an idea that should be perfect for my oak.

“I hope, you are not, afraid of heights.” She tells me in a quiet but tense voice, one filled with excitement.

I don't even have time to respond, or rest from the exertion of massaging her twelve tendrils while holding myself in place with my legs around her waist, she pulls me up by placing her tendrils around my thighs and torso.

The sticky sensation and the feeling of my flesh being rubbed against tells me that she's isn't restraining herself from using the ends of her appendages. It makes me glad that she's focusing on herself.

I suddenly find myself being turned around as Celyz lifts me up to her shoulders and brings me in front of herself. It feels odd to be handled like this, but not unpleasant as she has the dexterity to move me without hindering my movements.

“Open your thighs.” Celyz calls out in a high, moaning tone.

I freeze, feeling the rise of a ghostly pain before even being touched. Celyz doesn't make me, even though she is shaking in impatient desire. I trust her. I slowly open my legs for her, experiencing fear in spite of myself as the gesture exposes my bare sex to her branches.

Yet, Celyz' tendrils do not approach. She waits a moment, likely for the odor of my fright to dissipate. After a short while, she lifts me up and deposits my thighs to either side of her neck in a similar position to that of a cunnilingus.

The proximity of my folds to her head means that I intensely feel each of her hot exhalations on my outer lips and each of her passionate inhalations as she breathes me in. My fears subside entirely as I realize she has no intention on intruding in my privacy, merely that of tasting me with her sense of smell.

Her utterly indecent behavior embarrasses and excites me so much that my sex becomes even wetter, furthering my delightful shame. My desire forms into droplets, causing Celyz' tendrils to twirl against my body even more wildly and erotically, a tip even slides between my butt-cheeks.

I close my thighs over her ovaloid head to be able to rest there and free her appendages since her shoulders are almost nonexistent, not wide enough to sit on. She pulls her branches away, leaving only two to support my back.

She does not say a word but she is in no way silent. Her breaths sound and act like a summer wind with my flower, making me dance from within and without as I start instinctively thrusting with my waist.

I never come close enough to touch her as I slowly realize that she is gradually bringing me towards a climax without even touching me, by simply showing how completely she loves me.

“I love you too.” I utter, experiencing a harsh pang of love-sickness in my chest.

I close my eyes and arc backward with full trust that she'll prevent me from falling. Three of her thin tendrils brush against my lips one at a time. I split my mouth, inviting her in with my whole heart.

She slowly pushes one in, giving me a full taste of the musky acerbic sticky liquid. I suck her deeper inside, using my tongue to stimulate her without restraint even though her flavor isn't entirely pleasant.

A second one presses on my lower lip to fit in, sliding underneath my tongue and intensifying the fragrant acridity which overwhelms my senses and cause a certain lightheaded feeling.

The third tendril takes hold of my breast, yet I feel no pain as it is clear to me that she isn't trying to pleasure me, but herself. I increase my efforts, licking her fertile branches with a greed to satisfy and love her as best as I can.

She blows a stream of air over my flower by angling her head to direct the flow so that the inner petals of my slit split under her hot exhalations. She leans back, causing the gust to stimulate my bud.

I fully open my lips to welcome her as my insides quiver under the waves of pure untainted pleasure she is causing by merely blowing on my bud and petals. She weaves two more tendrils through my lips, the four enclosing my tongue inside their frantic waltz.

I teeter on the verge of demanding she seize and take me regardless of my will or cries but don't as Celyz has made clear her refusal to engage in that kind of relationship, that my search for heart-wrenching pain and pleasure is something she won't abide by.

Perhaps, that is the reason why I keep experiencing waves of ecstasy but fail to reach the same level of intensity that I've felt with my Lady. It feels like I'm betraying my oak, but I could not help but think of Celyz while I was with Leomi. I am unworthy of both.