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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[forrestertailor]

Luka nods, his bleary teary eyes fixed on her. He blinks and shakes his head hard and sniffles, scraping pollen from one cheek with the back of his free hand. His skin is rosy underneath it, already a deep indigo.

"It's coming up this way," he says stupidly, unconsciously leaning his head into her hand. He traces a line up his forearm, where Kaidovulin can see his rising color roaming up his arm and disappearing under his sleeve. Luka scratches at his pockets and pulls out a handkerchief, wiping his face with a moan. He appears purple from behind the now bright yellow handkerchief, and she can see him sweating. He winks one eye closed and then the other as he speaks to her, his patter halting as if he's trying to remember what he should be talking about. "It's not very, it's not painful at all it's really rather, uh, distracting. It's a lot of things, it's hot, did the sun come out?"

He, a vampire, looks up at the sky and directly into the sun. Luka winces back and then reaches his free hand to Kaidovulin's shoulder, hanging onto her with a tight, warm grip.

"It's not bad, I can tell you that much, it's not bad."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"You're awfully flushed." She says, with something like concern as he looks skyward. She's feeling a little warm but not nearly as warm as he seems to be. She's not sure she's ever really seen him sweat quite like this, not even the heat of battle or sex.

"Perhaps I should set up the tent and you should have a lie down in the cool and the dark?" She offers, frowning. "What do you mean by 'distracting'? Is it the heat?"

Giving Luka my own weakness: Red eye that tells on my stoned ass immediately

[forrestertailor]

"Do you have an ice bath in that tent of yours?" He asks grumblingly, peeking his eyes open. She can still see how red they are but there doesn't appear to be any damage, instead he looks to be somewhere between allergic and very stoned. Luka stays close to her, his eyes drifting up and down the lines of Kaivodulin's body and returning with effort to her face. "The heat is distracting and it, it's hard to think. I feel like we've already been going at it for hours."

In his voice there's a note of delirium that she has come to know he enjoys a great deal. He clutches her arm and pulls them together, indelicately bonking his chin against the top of her head.

"Will you up the tent up? I think the dark would be much better."

LMAO oh no

[lady_kaivodulin]

"'Going at it's?" She asks, baffled, startled when he pulls her against his body, warm in a way that is familiar now but still strange. There's no reason for him to be this flushed. He hasn't fed recently or exerted himself. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he meant he felt like he'd been fucking someone. That is, a bit, what he feels like, the sensation of his warm body against hers most familiar in that context alone.

"You'll have to let me go if you want me to put the tent up." She reminds him, from somewhere between his beefy pectorals. "I do think that perhaps you should lie down. Whatever it was seems to have a psychoactive effect that you are feeling far more keenly than I."

Loopy Luka is a fave of mine bc he’s so weird and corny

[forrestertailor]

“You could try it if you let the plant stab you.” Luka offers loopily. He has to look hard at his hands and make them open to let go of Kaivodulin. It doesn’t feel right, he wants to keep touching her, he needsto!
He’s aware of the smell of her skin like never before. She’s so little he could pick her up in one hand and they could fuck for hours without any part of her touching the ground.

Strangest of all, she sees him draw in a shaky breath and hiss it back out.

“I think I should lay down,” he agrees, his hands fidgeting with one another as he waits to get inside. A quiet check in with his lower half confirms what his drugged brain was already sure of and true to his nature his mouth is open before the thought even occurs. “I tell you I’ll be standing up even while I’m laying down.”

The laugh that follows is delirious and as soon as the tent is up he is ducking inside and reaching for her arms again.

I love him

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Considering whatever we've been exposed to has you so fucked up you think you need to breathe, no thank you." She says, pawing at the sticky pollen on her cheek before she turns her attention towards setting up the tent. It doesn't take much, it takes longer for her rummage in her saddlebags than it does for the enchanted tent to unfold itself with just a little assistance on her part.

Then he's practically bowling her over to get inside. She follows after him, shrugging out of her pollen-streaked shirt.

"You lie down, I'm going to wash some of that shit off you." She says, catching sight of her own face-- slightly flushed-- in the mirror of the wash-stand. "Do you want to do anything about...your condition? Do you think you should wait to see if it subsides?"

[forrestertailor]

He thinks of laying there, alone and untouched when she is within a country mile of him. His brain bakes.

Luka makes himself let go of her and lays down on the bed, pulling at his clothing to get some air on his skin. He starts pulling them open rather than off, sighing heavily.

“I breathe for fun, it’s still calming. I couldn’t talk if I didn’t breathe. Come lay down.”
She hears an echo of his usual request, mixed with a much deeper desperation now.
“You can get the pollen off sooner than I will, I wouldn’t know where to start. You’re sure you don’t want to try it? Not even a little?”

[lady_kaivodulin]

"I'm wondering if it needs the double dose." She says, sitting on the bed with a wet rag in her hand. "Of the venom in the spines plus the pollen. Though I think I can feel a little of that tingling effect, it's not as pronounced. I do feel flushed and almost as if I've had a glass or two of wine. But nothing like you're experiencing. At least I've been partially exposed, so I don't have to be too careful helping you." She leans over him, the delicate ribbons closing her brassiere fluttering as she begins to gently brush the pollen away from his eyes, at least.

[forrestertailor]

His eyes are wide and dark and he squirms on the bed, trying to get more of himself under her. Luka bends one leg so it’s tucked along the backs of her calves and takes her shoulder in one hand. She can feel him hanging onto her but it’s hard to tell at once what he’s pulling against, since she isn’t be pushed anywhere. He closes his eyes and leans his head into the damp cloth.

His other hand runs up her side and over the front of her brasserie, cupping her tit and running his thumb along her soft skin.

“You’re helping me so much already,” he says breathlessly.

[lady_kaivodulin]

Alright, well, she can certainly feel a difference in sensation that can only be attributed to the pollen she's inhaled. It clearly isn't affecting her quite the same way, but she's extra aware of the warmth of his palm, the barely-restrained need in his touch.

"You cannot be serious." She breathes, even as she presses into his touch.

[forrestertailor]

“You see?” Luka’s hands tighten on her, his eyes blinking open. He kneads her breast and pulls her down on top of him, his leg curling over hers to start tangling them together. “It’s really not so bad, is it?”

[lady_kaivodulin]

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.

[forrestertailor]

"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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

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.

[forrestertailor]

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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"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.

[forrestertailor]

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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"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.

[forrestertailor]

“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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

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.

[forrestertailor]

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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

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.

[forrestertailor]

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.”

[lady_kaivodulin]

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."

[forrestertailor]

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?”