Strange flowers @lady_kaidovulin

[forrestertailor]

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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Naughty cat! ❤️

[lady_kaivodulin]

His touch seems to make her body bloom with warmth, heat flushing her skin wherever he touches. She gasps when his mouth closes over her nipple and her back arches. The way he takes his time with her now is as exquisite as it is maddening. She whines his name.

Someone had said it was 'not cat time' and so they needed be to dealt with

[forrestertailor]

His hand slides down her belly, petting her before stroking the soft skin on her navel and then the insides of her thighs. Luka hums, moving to kiss and suck her other nipple while his fingers trace Kaivodulin's lips and circle slowly over her clit.

[lady_kaivodulin]

The hand not playing with his ear slides into his hair and she sighs with pleasure as he moves over her. Her thighs part readily for him (they always have, of course, but she's especially eager to be touched now) and she lets herself melt into the sensations of his skilled touch, a little more artful now that his head is clearer.

[forrestertailor]

He thumbs her lips, her clit, softly massaging her warm skin. His fingers pinch and stroke her lips, rolling up to her clit and teasing it slowly. Luka shifts his weight, easing one hip into the mattress between her thighs. He sighs through his nose, his lips dragging away from her nipple with a soft wet 'pop' as he reaches for one of her hands. Kissing her knuckles, he takes two of her fingers and sets them one his tongue, closing his lips over them and sucking gently. There's a warm, dreamy look on his face and she can feel a new wave of heat rising through his skin.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Gods above and below, you are a treasure." She groans, her grin sharpening with hunger as he takes her fingers in his mouth. Experimentally, she thrusts her fingers a bit, gliding them across his velvet tongue.

[forrestertailor]

Luka’s eyes close softly and he locks his jaw, keeping his teeth far apart. He hums as Kaivodulin presses into him, rolling the swell of his tongue into her fingertips.

His own hand slips two fingers along her lips, then between them, then inside.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She appreciates the care he takes with his teeth now, especially when the thrust of his fingers inside her briefly makes her forget herself. Thankfully without incident.

She moans luxuriously, legs parting with abandon. She forces herself to keep her eyes open, to watch while she fucks his mouth with her fingers. She wonders how pretty he would look sucking something a little more robust. And perhaps something a little less vulnerable to his teeth.

[forrestertailor]

At first it appears his eyes are closed as he concentrates, his lips and tongue working together to draw more of her in. Then, in a pale seam between his eyelashes, she sees his eyes are just peeking open. His pupils are wide and dark, ringed in gold, dreamy as he glimpses her.

The hand between her legs starts in smooth, easy strokes. His fingers press inside and pet her hot flesh, sliding back out and spreading more slick over her lips. He presses a third finger, rolling his wrist in time with her own hand and petting the base of her clit fleetingly with his thumb.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She could drown in the liquid gold of her eyes, she thinks. Utterly consumed by his beauty, how he looks in his pleasure.

His fingers inside her stoke her pleasure with ease, a slow but intense build, a luxurious swell. She has to take her fingers out of his mouth to grip the sheets, lest she cut herself on his teeth. She moans his name.

[forrestertailor]

Luka hums sweetly, kisses her collarbones and trails his lips down along her sternum. His fingers speed up steadily, working her open while the rest of him listens and watches. The warmth of her skin, the easy glide of where the two of them meet, the smell of sweat and the soft wet noises coming from her. He moans at the sound of his name rising from her throat, another wave of fire breaking across his back.

"I could stay like this forever," He says in a low, close voice. His lips keep moving, following down to the curve of a rib. "The two of us knotting up together... I need to feel you, Eligre, you know I need you."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Take me then." She'd tried to say it like a command but it comes out like a plea. "Take me and pour your need into me. Let me be the vessel of your pleasure. Make me completely yours, Luka. Please--!" Her nails bite into his shoulders and there's a kind of desperate need in her green eyes that's as much lust as it is... something more vulnerable that she can't put a name to. Whatever it is goes hand in hand with her all-consuming need to be beneath him, to feel him driving into her again, their bodies writhing together. His phrasing makes her groan, as if the idea that he could not be parted from her only stokes the fire in her belly.

[forrestertailor]

Luka cooes and lifts his head, smiling at her confession. Her rare, girlish vulnerability ebbs the tide of hormones swirling in his brain and he smooths a few sweaty locks back from her face. He plants a cold kiss on her lips.

“Of course, Kaivodulin,” he savors her title, even with a touch of irony in his voice. Luka shifts, propped her thighs on top of his, open over his hips. He draws his hand out slowly, and makes a show of stroking himself with her wetness. Rubbing his length between her lips, he teases only a moment longer before easing inside and pulling her halfway down his length.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She whines pathetically as he teases her, dissolving into a shivering cry of relief when he finally sinks into her. She wants to wrap her entire body around him, keep him close. She clings to him, whispering tangled-up nonsense she'll be embarrassed to have said when this is all over, if she remembers. Sweet nothings mixed in with pleas to fuck her.

[forrestertailor]

The heat at the base of Luka's spine and the toxin still simmering in his blood have his body in a state of revolt, given how languid his ministrations are. But this is hardly the first time in his long unlife had he's been high of hormones, toxins, or the steam heat of a day spent between the sheets. He winds Kaivodulin's legs around him, lifts her hips from the bed and sinks in deeper. His body's impatience adds a needy twinge to his own pleasure that he enjoys too much to let go of yet, and like this he gets to watch her all unraveled under him. A wild, ravenous dream of her usual self.

He sighs and talks nonsense back to her, rolling his hips and guiding hers against him, so their bodies draw together and part with a deep, steady drag. Huffing softly, color rising in his face as the fire moves up his back and fills his head with smoke, Luka closes his hands around her waist and pulls Kaivodulin against him. She weight nothing to him, he could use her as a toy.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She has had countless men who look like Luka. Men who tower over her in every aspect, raw physical power kept on short leashes for her protection and her pleasure. But none so far could ever hope to match his strength. The way he holds her now, she is terribly, deliciously aware of how strong he is. He drags her along his length as if to solely take his pleasure in the tightness and warmth of her body. Her unrestrained noises, however, indicate that there is plenty of pleasure on her end, driven by the way his cock fills her so completely on every downstroke.

She's vaguely aware that she's begging him. For what seems to be an embarrassing mix of purely lustful (pleading to take the full force of his desire, feel him fill her again) and needy (something about wanting to be completely his, etc etc).

Gods, if she had known him in his own warlording days, her devotion to him would have made her love for the Iron Crown look like a schoolgirl crush, she thinks.

Me grabbing Luka’s titty in shock: omg she Like likes you!!

[forrestertailor]

Picking her soft, pale body up and using her like this, Luka can’t help a panting, huffing laugh stumbling out of him. She can feel it rumbling through him from deep inside her.

“You’ll get everything you want, don’t you worry girl.” He ebbs back, his body tension and reluctant to even inch away from her. She feels him pulse heavily inside her before the hands that met around her waist smooth up to her back and pull her from the bed. “How can I resist, when you beg so sweetly uh?”

Taking her up in his arms, Luka cups her ass with one forearm and winds the other around her back, clutching her shoulder. He guides her down again, thrusting up into her and kissing her mouth hungrily.

I think she's dickdrunk and is going to be very embarrassed tomorrow but she is fond of him

[lady_kaivodulin]

That's all I want. She thinks. Someone who thinks I should have...everything I want. It's not a particularly coherent thought, especially when he pulls at her, lifts her in his powerful arms. She clings to him, arms around her neck and returning his hungry kisses in kind, biting at his lips playfully.

Who hasn’t been in her shoes, fr?

[forrestertailor]

Setting a fast, brutish pace, he works them together. Leaning into her mouth, huffing and sighing and bringing her body down on top of him until the heat inside him is indistinguishable from the heat inside her.
Luka runs a hand through her hair and groans into her mouth. His arm slips from under her, bouncing Kaivodulin on his cock as his hand gropes around the inside of her thigh and pinches her clit. Pulling and stroking, she feels his hips stutter under her as his face pushes into her neck and he coos her name into her long black hair.

This happens to her *a lot* tbh

[lady_kaivodulin]

She rewards him for his dexterous efforts when her body draws tight around him, shivering and twitching through another orgasm. She clutches him against her neck, nails scratching across his shoulders.

Re: This happens to her *a lot* tbh

[forrestertailor]

At the sting of her nails Luka falls headlong over the edge. He gasps and shudders against her, cumming with a heavy sigh and a long roll of his hips. There’s a soft exhale, too deep and quiet to be a moan, at the end and he leans bonelessly into Kaivodulin. Slowly catching his breath, he kisses her neck, her jaw, her long hair and the emerald etching of the scales on her cheek.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Mm." She buries her face in the curve of his neck, arms wrapped around him.

"We should definitely take some pollen samples with us when we leave." She laughs breathlessly. "I want to do this again but somewhere more comfortable."

[forrestertailor]

“We need the samples,” Luka nods breathlessly and coils his arms under and around the small of her back. They stay together like this, his legs tangled between hers. “Let’s uproot the whole damned thing, I say. Pet plant.”

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Mmhmm." She nuzzles against him. "It can live in my tent and spread all the pollen it wants." She laughs. "Sure, it might slow us down significantly, but we'll have a good time."

[forrestertailor]

"They'll find our bones tangled together at the heart of the stinking, polleny forest." Luka eased onto his side, slipping out of her with a sigh and laying a big hand on her belly. The unusual warmth seems to have passed replaced by a boneless brainlessness Kaivodulin is well familiar with now. He sighs at the tent ceiling and fishes in the torn clothes and tangle blankets for the cigarette case that is definitely his, just monographed wrong. Popping it open he lights one, puffs, and passes it to her.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She rolls over beside him to accept the cigarette for a lazy inhale before handing it back.

"Gods, at least we were already in the habit of fucking when we got here. Much less embarrassing in the aftermath."