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Strange flowers @lady_kaidovulin

Luka's experience with horticulture had been limited to the few gardens he planted and then dug back up whenever he had something new to put in the ground. It led to a lush, all be it haphazard ecosystem of tall, buoyant azaleas, plush rose bushes and a lot of odds and ends torn up or pruned down to nothing to make room for more 'fertilizer.'

On the road his interest in flowers diminished even further. Apart from being nice, but short-lived, ornaments he didn't see the use of them. Which is why the tall, poisonously colorful, thick stemmed and alien bulbbed thing striking up from the ground really caught him off guard.

It was about three feet tall, its bulb the size of a man's fist, with thick fleshy petals all tightly closed around a center that appeared to be oozing. The petals were green at their base, gradiating up to canary yellow and then a wet periwinkle where they folded in together over the stigma. The stem was as big around as two of his fingers, a vibrant greenish-blue and the whole thing sat on a bulbous mound of deep purple flowers.
Luka bent at the waist to look at the flower, sniffing at it. It had an earthy, fermented aroma that was a little putrid but only enough to make it interesting to keep smelling.

"Kaivodulin," he said over his shoulder, reaching for the plant. It bobbed forward under his hand, the oozy center dripping something clear onto the ground. "Kaivodulin come have a look at this, they've made a new kind of ugly plant!"

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To what point and purpose, she wonders? The only thing she can think of is that the plant would want the pollen transfered, spread by physical contact. He's certainly going to get more of it all over her now, probably just exacerbating the warmth she can feel blooming within her.

Either that or it's a very strange defense mechanism.

His grip is bruising and she gasps as he pulls her against him, tangling their bodies together, pollen smearing across her chest and arms as he paws at her. She whimpers his name.

"Feel that?" He cups her cheek with his stung hand and she can feel his body on fire under her. Luka sighs and presses their mouths together, opening her lips with his tongue. Flat on his back, his chest rises and falls with heavy sighs and his legs spread, one ankle hooking hers and easing her legs open. His hands roam up and down, tugging at her clothes before he breaks the kiss to huff and puff picking open the ribbon of her brassiere.

He's never been so warm, not even on the nights he convinces her to dance until her feet ache before they go to bed.

Having already flung her shirt into a corner (where it will probably ambush one of them with a second hit of pollen later when picked up and shaken out), she helps him with the ribbons that hold the band of fabric around the soft, heavy shape of her breasts, pulling the garment up over her head once it's loosened and tossing it aside. She draws both his hands to her breasts as she presses her hips back against his, reaching for the laces and buckles that hold her leather riding trousers closed.

Luka grabs her tits and lets out a sigh of anxious relief. He squeezes, palming them before tugging softly and thumbing her nipples. His mouth goes to her collarbone, kissing and sucking and moving up to the base of her neck. She can feel him poking at her backside, his hips rocking unsteadily to get more friction between them even while they're still half dressed.

"Darling, you have to let me--" She pants, trying to roll off him to kick off her trousers or at least get them down just enough.

The face against her throat smears more pollen against her skin. She wants his mouth all over her, she wants the cock she can feel rubbing against her clothed ass and thighs inside her. She never wants to let him up.

His lips smooth up her neck, the heels of his hands squishing her tits while his long fingers stroke her nipples. Luka groans against her throat, kissing away the dusting of pollen they've managed to get all over themselves. He turns his head away and paws at his mouth, trying to get some of the yellow powder off his lips. Sighing and letting his head lull back down to her collarbone, he takes Kaivodulin around the waist. Luka props her against his shoulder, humming and petting her side before hooking his thumb into the waistband of her trousers and pulling them down.

"I don't care if you tear them." She says, nails biting into his chest as she lowers her head, trying to kiss him again, clasping his face in her hands. "I just want you in me, I don't care."

Ah, she might be feeling it now.

Edited 2023-11-07 17:57 (UTC)

“Uh huh—“ Luka obliges, pulling down what will be pulled and tearing the rest. He gives his own clothes and same treatment, bringing himself out and holding Kaivodulin up to get her in position. He shoves his mouth under her chin, nipping at the soft skin there while his fingers trace her lips, spread them open and he starts inside. His hips stutter at first before he bucks up into her, throwing them both off balance with the sudden need to be inside her.

It should hurt more than it does, she thinks, should at least sting a little to be taken hard so quickly. But it doesn't, she feels only a rising tide of euphoria and desperation. Her nails bite into his scalp as she pulls him close against the frantic hammer of her pulse. She shifts her weight astride his lap and begins to ride him at a desperate pace.

She hears Luka sigh out what is likely the last of his soul, his dick throbbing hard inside her. He grabs at her, pulling them together just as desperately. He’s loud in her ear and the sting of her nails in his skin, her pulse against his lips tears away the last of his self control.

Luka grabs her, kneading her ass and clinging to her shoulder as his teeth find her neck. Kaivodulin feels a soft pressure, then the sting of air on split skin and then a bitter cold draining into her from the side of her neck. She hears Luka let out a gurgling moan, his hands softening on her and squeezing tenderly as he drinks.

This too should hurt, should frighten her. But it doesn't. She finds only the inexorable and uncharacteristic desire to utterly submit. To give herself to him so fully that it only seems natural to let him open her throat as he thrusts into her. She writhes in his lap, moaning his name. The heat building deep in her belly, between her thighs combined with the cold that rushes in as he drinks from her makes her delirious and she begs him not to stop. To take every part of her, to claim her body as his. Her pleading only grows more feverish as the exertion of riding him pumps more of her hot, sweet blood into his mouth.

Luka drinks, giving his body something it needs and feeling the joy of a good meal coalesce with the poison singing in his veins. He hears his name, feels the heat and hunger in her body, hears her pleas, feels her surrender on top of him. He snakes an arm around her back and draws his fanged teeth from her neck.

Luka cups her face, licking her blood from his lips, and looks her in the eyes. He smiles, tilts her chin back then kisses and sucks at her bite. His hips pick up a heady rhythm, bouncing her in his lap with the weight of his arm bringing her down faster and harder, driving him deeper and deeper. He moans her name in her ear and his free hand slides down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her tit. Pinching and kneading slowly, he starts taking stock of everything that’s now his, sighing against her throat.

“You’re such a beautiful little thing, so fragile,” his hips cant up and he rocks her into his chest, letting her feel his length slipping out on the downstroke. He balls his fist in her hair, bringing them together again with a hard, wet slap of skin on skin. “I’ll have to be careful not to ruin you like this.”

She cries out, but it's pure pleasure.

Her body is a sharp arc, her breast presses into his palm, midnight black against moon-white, body twisted with the pull of the hand in her hair. The porcelain of her skin streaked with rivulets of wine-dark blood running sluggishly down the curves of her body. Her thighs are bruised and sticky and spread desperately to let him thrust as deeply as possible into her aching body.

"I'd let you." She gasps, as sweet and pliant as he's ever seen her. "I'd let you ruin me. I want to give you everything."

Luka kisses her, smearing her black lipstick red. He keeps a hand balled in the hair at the back of her head, giving it short hot tugs as he moves. His other hand grabs her ass, squeezing as he groans against her mouth, and he turns them over.

He sets Kaivodulin on her back, easing back from her with his head still inside. Luka shudders and huffs, catching his breath and bringing one of Kaivodulin’s legs up against his body, hanging onto it and leaning his weight down onto her other thigh where it’s laid on the bed.

He sighs out a laugh, the dusty yellow streaks on his face giving his a tiger-like affect.

“You, give everything?” His voice is low and sweet as he starts rolling his hips, working them together with sweat and slick clinging between them. “What a sweet girl, who could have guessed?”

He always moves her so easily, like she weighs nothing in his broad hands. She whines when they change positions, as if even the thought of separating their bodies is more than she can bear. She lets him mold her as he likes before she wraps her arms around his neck. Desperate for more contact between their bodies. She's half out of her mind and she doesn't care. Sighing foolishness into the thin space between them. Things she'd never give full voice to otherwise. Pleas and promises, giving herself to him. In this moment, all she wants is to be completely his, to know no other sensation than this, pinned under him, nailed to the mattress by every deep stroke of his cock.

She'll no doubt be embarrassed when the effects wear off, but in this moment she's utterly careless with her words. All that matters is that he keeps fucking her, holding her, leaving the marks of his fingers and his teeth all over her body.

Luka coos back at her, eyeing her writhing body with selfish, gratified appraisal. He’ll take all she has to give and more, if they can play like this. Luka leans down into her arms, coring her and laying his weight down on her hips, her legs. He shudders all over, squeezing her breast in one hand and wrapping his other arm around her. She feels a tremor go through him and into her, the pulse and heat between them reaching a fever pitch.

“Almost—“ he says, on a knife’s edge. “Almost—“

Her nails bite into his shoulders as she shivers under him. In a fit of ecstatic madness she licks a smear of pollen from his collarbone to his jawline. Her body surrenders completely, her orgasm drawing a shivering cry from a mouth smeared black and gold. She doesn't want this to stop but she also wants to feel the visceral satisfaction of his release, one hand raking down his back to his hip as if she could somehow pull him even closer.

Feeling all of her under him, around him, alive and loving, Luka lets go. He lets his full weight fall on top of her, petting her hair and letting out a groan from the bottom of his soul as he cums. He shivers and bucks stutteringly into her, moving only a few inches as he goes boneless on top of her and lays kissing her pale flushed face and mumbling sweetly but incoherently.

She embraces him with her whole body, burying her face in his neck as he collapses on top of her. She's shaking like a leaf under him, her brain struggling to process a myriad sensations at once. The only thing she's certain of in the moment is that she doesn't want him to roll off her any time soon.

Luka is, truly, dead weight. He leans into her, heavy but without a bit of tension in him. His breathing steadies, then stops, and he pets her chest and shoulders and face, kissing her and softly licking the blood from her neck. He hums, holding onto her loosely before shifting just enough to be aware of where they remain stuck together.

"The pollen's still working," He says with dubious worry in his voice.

"Oh." She says, with a shiver as her own body realizes the same fact. "Does it...does it pain you?" She asks. "Because I don't think I want you to stop either."

She wonders for a moment if the barbs had done something slightly different to him, while for her there was only the oddly euphoric, aphrodisiac effects she attributed to the pollen that made her an eager, desperate vessel for the need every inch of him seemed to burn with.

He shimmies again, looking bewildered, and then shakes his head.

"I tell you, Eligre, we will be sore in the morning. But for now, no I just feel a mite faint."

He pets his head, feeling headachey and dehydrated more than anything. Luka lays with his cheek against hers, looking into Kaivodulin's face.

"That plant is going to leave nothing but our bones and a puddle of sweat behind."

"Do you suppose it feeds off decayed animal remains?" She muses, a macabre thought for the moment. "It's going to be disappointed we're all the way over here." She teases hoarsely, twisting her head to kiss him. "Try not to faint on me." She says.

"That or jism," Laying still beside her, inside her, his head is much clearer than it was before. But he can still feel an airiness in his muscles, a looseness to his thoughts that tells him another wave is coming on. Slowly, thank goodness, but it will break over him soon. He pets her stomach and kisses her temple. "This is all very scientific, isn't it dear?"

"It would be more scientific if I wasn't having trouble putting whole sentences together." She murmurs, with a rueful smile. "I feel drunk."

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