Hazel MaleMC Spicy (Patreon)

There had been a flurry of wisps that morning. They fought just outside in the garden, bursting into crackling balls of flame. Hazel had looked out the window with a small bit of irritation but hadn’t seemed all that concerned. Meanwhile, I was almost certain that a fire was going to start.  Apparently, the wisps just did this a few times a year. It was their mating ritual. The little ember sparks we saw afterward was the product of their coupling.

“Are you saying that they fill the air with their…?”

Hazel cleared her throat loudly. “We don’t speak of it. They get embarrassed.”

I didn’t see how they could get embarrassed given that they were doing this all out in the open. I had much more of a suspicion that Hazel was the one who was embarrassed. She still blushed each time she undressed in front of me.

The wisps coupling made the air humid that day. When I stepped out into the back garden, a wall of heat hit me, causing small beads of sweat to dot my temples. Hazel was muttering to herself in the corner of the garden. She was bent over something, corset already tossed somewhere in the herb patch. I tipped my head to the side, admiring the roundness of her ass. The one that was fully on display with the way her underskirt was sticking to her.

Stepping down the two cracked steps, I called out to her. “Do you need help?”

Her face was deep in color, her eyes practically black as she tugged and tugged on a verdant leafy green stalk. “Can you tell these potatoes that they are past their harvest?” she asked me. “Because they do not seem to be getting the message.”

“I don’t think I speak potato,” I told her, coming up behind her. She looked over her shoulder, brown kinky curls falling across her sweaty face.

“Everyone speaks potato if they put their mind to it.” She winked at me before turning back, tending to the garden. Bending further forward to reach for her trowel, the curve of her bottom swaying dangerously close. I felt my cock fill at the sight of it.  “If you’re going to help I would take off your shirt,” she said without looking. “The wisps really did a number out here. It’s hotter than normal.”

I pulled the shirt from me in one swift move, tossing it to the side and kneeling behind her. When she straightened, she was pressed right up to the front of my trousers, my length hard against her. I felt her gasp, her chest rising and falling.  Biting her lip, she wiggled back a bit.  I placed my hand on her hips to steady her.

Audibly, Hazel swallowed. “The cabbage is going to wilt in this weather,” she said, starting to roll her hips.  “Hopefully the wisps won’t be doing this for long.”

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her neck, licking the salty sweat there. Ever so slightly she tipped her head to the side. “How long do they usually go for?”

“Uh, just an afternoon.” Her thighs widened a bit.  The woman was shy about sex up until the moment she was not. I was realizing just how quickly she could get to that ‘not’ stage.

“Your cabbage should be fine by tomorrow then.” Slowly, I edged my fingers under the loose fabric of her blouse, going slowly in case she wanted to stop. She arched her back just so, her nipples dark brown and prominent through the near sheerness of her tunic. I brought my hands up, fingers seeking out to tease a breast, pinching the nub there and relishing in the mewls of pleasure that escaped her lips.

“How important is gardening at this moment?” I asked.

She was reaching behind me, untying the front of my trousers. “Terribly important.” Deftly, she untied each knot until the front of my pants were open, my cock springing free. “Do you know what one of the best things for the land is?” she asked, her tanned fingers wrapping around the length of me and slowly tugging at my hard cock. I felt a dribble of pre-cum bead at the head. My body always ready for whatever she felt me worthy enough to have.  “The act of creation. Some say, that it is a ritual as old as time. To yield good crops, you have to plant your own seed into the earth.”

I grinned, looking at her over her shoulder. “Do you now?”

She hummed. “We should probably test that theory.”

“Absolutely.” Shimmying my pants lower, I rucked up her skirts.  I was hard and ready for her and she was already dripping for me. Pushing aside the thin and warm layer of her panties, I swiped my thumb across her clit, watching as her hips hiccuped before grinding down on me. She was still stretched from this morning, my seed sticky on her thighs.

Maneuvering myself forward, I pressed myself in. Slowly, I sheathed myself in her soft confines, draping myself over her back. She gasped at the intrusion, leaning down, her tunic falling open and breast falling free. They hung heavy from her, brushing against the churned soil she had been tending. Fully seated, I planted my hands in the earth next to her.

“More,” she demanded. “I can take it.”

Hazel moaned wantonly as I began to pound into her, bracing herself on either side of the potato stocks she had been scolding. Around us, small plants began to grow, curling up from the earth and blooming with large bell shaped flowers.

“Harder,” she said breathlessly.

I slapped my hips against her, my balls drawing up tight as I continued to fuck her. Leaning back, I watched my length slip into her again and again, her ass and thighs jiggling with each pump. Hazel dipped herself forward, chest and cheek pressed to the dirt as she began grunting, the two of us rutting within the garden.  Above us, a burst of heat rained down as the wisps joined in. The sparks hit our backs, sizzling against our skin and sending bolts of pleasure racing across us. I felt the way my stomach tightened with each push into her body. I held onto the meat of her hips, feeling the way she gripped me. She was muttering unintelligibly beneath me, leaving large marks in the dirt.

It was enough to draw my own pleasure close. Reaching between us, I began rubbing at her slick center, feeling the way her puffy lips hung full and wet.  Rolling her clit between my thumb and forefinger I watched as she began to squirm. With my free hand, I gripped her hip, keeping her still as I felt her release wash over me, rolling her within my fingers until she was screaming my name.  Around us, the plants burst to life, bolting up towards the sun, full and heavy with vegetation. I came moments later, my body shuddering as I groaned in her ear.

We lay there together panting, the evidence of our coupling drying on our skin.  Rolling off of her, I dragged her until she was laying across my chest. Her lids were hooded as she looked at me, lips bitten from where she tried to keep her pleasure subdued.

“I will help you garden anytime,” I told her with a small smile.

“Oh, that’s good. Because I have a stubborn patch of blueberries that needs tending.”

I laughed at the way her eyes shone with mischief. Tucking the hair from her face, I gently ran my fingers down her cheeks, walking them down her back, massaging at her hips.  “I’ll give you anything,” I whispered to her.

“Anything?” she asked with a slow blink. I nodded. “Then,” she started, leaning down to nip at my lips. “I would like to request one thing and one thing only.”

“And what is that?”

“Learn to speak potato.”

My laughter rang out in the humid air, scaring away some of the wisps and bringing with it a cool breeze. Hazel was just staring at me though with a very serious expression. It cut my amusement off entirely.

“Wait. Really.”

Standing, she straightened her clothes. “No more ‘gardening’ until you do, my love. Better get to it.” Walking away, she made her to sway her hips, knowing I was going to be watching her.  Somehow, I was going to need to learn to speak potato. It was imperative now.