Chapter 34: Botanical Exploration
The worn wood of the desk was solid against Harmony’s back, a grounding presence as the world narrowed to the scent of Ivy’s skin—earth, salt, and something uniquely green. Her fingers, which had been tracing tentative patterns on the botanist’s inner thighs, grew bolder. She hooked them into the delicate lace of Ivy’s panties.
“I’ve always wondered… can you make nectar?” Harmony whispered, her breath hot against the damp fabric.
A sharp, shuddering inhale was her answer. The vines coiled around the desk legs tensed, their leaves rustling with a sound like dry paper. Ivy’s hand came down, not to push her away, but to tangle in her curly brown hair, a possessive, guiding grip.
“Fucking—experiment all you want, rabbit,” Ivy breathed, her voice strained, a low thrum of power vibrating through her.
That was all the permission Harmony needed. She nudged the lace aside with her nose, then her tongue, finding the wet heat beneath. The taste was complex, musky and sweet, utterly human yet tinged with the verdant life that thrummed within Ivy. It was nothing like the artificial sweetness of the cake from the basement. This was something primal.
She licked a slow, firm stripe from bottom to top, savoring the way Ivy’s hips jerked off the chair. A low groan echoed in the study, mingling with the distant crash of waves.
“Yes,” Ivy hissed, her fingers tightening in Harmony’s hair. “Just like that.”
Harmony dove in, her shyness incinerated by a sudden, desperate hunger. She buried her face in Ivy’s cunt, her tongue exploring every fold, every hidden crevice. She lapped at the slickness, drinking her in, her own body aching with a sympathetic throb. She could feel the subtle vibrations emanating from Ivy’s core, a hum of bio-electric energy that made her lips tingle.
“You taste like a forest after the rain,” Harmony murmured against her, the words muffled by flesh.
Ivy let out a choked laugh that morphed into a moan. “You’re… ruining my… concentration.”
A tendril of ivy, thick and seeking, slithered from the leg of the desk and wound its way up Harmony’s arm. It wasn’t restraining; it was an embrace, the cool leaves a contrast to the burning heat of their bodies. Another vine crept under the hem of Harmony’s shirt, brushing against her stomach, making her gasp against Ivy’s clit.
The door creaked open. Harmony didn’t stop, didn’t even look up. She knew the footfall, the energy that crackled in the air.
“Well, well,” Harley’s voice cut through the heavy air, laced with a familiar, chaotic amusement. “Looks like the science project moved upstairs.”
Harmony finally pulled back, her chin glistening. She looked over her shoulder. Harley leaned against the doorframe, having shed her frosting-stained dress for just a black tank top and panties. Her eyes were dark, hungry, taking in the scene: Ivy, flushed and panting in her chair, vines tense, and Harmony on her knees, a mess of devotion between her legs.
“She’s conducting fieldwork,” Ivy managed, her voice rough. “Proving a hypothesis.”
“Yeah?” Harley sauntered forward, her bare feet silent on the wooden floor. She dropped to her knees beside Harmony, their shoulders brushing. She looked at Harmony’s wet, parted lips. “What’s the verdict, Doc?”
Harmony turned her head, meeting Harley’s intense gaze. The power she’d felt moments before surged back, hotter now. “It’s not nectar,” she said, her voice low and steady. “It’s better. It’s fucking addictive.”
Harley’s grin was a slash of white. She leaned in and licked a stray drop from the corner of Harmony’s mouth, her tongue quick and rough. “Let me get a taste of that research.”
Then Harley was pushing forward, crowding Harmony aside, but not unkindly. It was a sharing. She took Harmony’s place between Ivy’s thighs, her approach less reverent, more demanding. She didn’t use her tongue first. She used her fingers, parting Ivy’s folds with a brutal efficiency that made Ivy cry out.
“Still so wet for her, Red?” Harley purred, before lowering her head and devouring Ivy with a raw, open-mouthed kiss.
Harmony watched, mesmerized. She saw Harley’s shoulders work, heard the wet, obscene sounds of her mouth on Ivy’s cunt. Ivy’s head was thrown back, her back arched, a string of filthy, encouraging curses falling from her lips. “Yes, right there, you fucking animal. Don’t stop.”
A vine, thick and ropelike, slid across the floor and wrapped around Harley’s thigh, holding her in place. Another one found Harmony’s wrist and tugged, pulling her closer.
“Don’t just watch, rabbit,” Ivy gasped, her green eyes blazing down at them both. “Get over here.”
Harmony didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled forward on her knees, moving to Ivy’s side. She leaned in and captured Ivy’s mouth in a deep, messy kiss, tasting herself on Ivy’s tongue. It was a circuit closing, a feedback loop of sensation. Ivy’s hand clawed at her back, pulling her closer, while her other hand remained fisted in Harley’s hair, guiding her rhythm.
Harmony could feel the exact moment Ivy came. It wasn’t just a clenching of muscles or a sharp cry. The entire room seemed to sigh. The vines around the desk and their bodies pulsed with a soft, green light. The scent of night-blooming jasmine exploded in the air, thick and heady. Ivy’s body went rigid for a breathtaking second, a silent scream against Harmony’s mouth, before collapsing back into the chair with a long, shuddering groan.
Harley pulled back, her face slick and triumphant. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her breathing ragged. “Hypothesis confirmed,” she smirked, her voice hoarse.
Ivy’s eyes fluttered open. She looked from Harley to Harmony, her expression soft, sated, and fiercely possessive. She reached out, cupping Harmony’s cheek, her thumb stroking the skin under her eye.
“My turn to ask a question,” Ivy said, her voice a low, resonant hum. She shifted in the chair, turning her body fully towards Harmony. Her gaze was intense, stripping away all pretense. “After a taste of that… what else do you want to try?”