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]

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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

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.

[forrestertailor]

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.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"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.

[forrestertailor]

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."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"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.

[forrestertailor]

"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?"

[lady_kaivodulin]

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

[forrestertailor]

“You were drunk,” Luka says, petting her breast with his thumb and leaning up to take another look at her throat. He had used one fang to graze her neck, then fixed his mouth over the bite to drink. With his primeval teeth anything more could have been very deadly indeed. His tongue, kisses and antiseptic spit have left it a bright smear on the whiteness of her neck, slowly clotting. “I didn’t surprise you too much, did I?”

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Am drunk." She corrects drowsily. "And...no? I don't think I thought about it much at all in the moment. It felt perfectly natural to let you bite me like that." A half shrug. "I wanted you to have all of me, why not my blood as well?"

[forrestertailor]

"There's that as well," Luka grins cheekily, bringing up a hand a pinching gently at her cheek. "Where are those greedy handfuls now? Giving all of yourself, girl, I never would have thought it possible."

[lady_kaivodulin]

She tries to recall if she's said anything incredibly foolish in all this, her gaze wandering away to some shadowed corner of the tent instead of his face.

"Something in the pollen it seems." She says. "I wonder if I had gotten stung instead of you I would have become the aggressor and you the writhing, pleading vessel for my pleasure."

[forrestertailor]

Luka leans on his shoulder, making eyes as she speaks.

"Don't threaten me with a good time, Eligre. I was already thinking of going and clipping some of the damned thing's leaves for later down the road. We would only need to make sure the sting didn't have an adverse effect on the living."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Only you would get poisoned by a plant and then decide to make it your pet narcotic of choice." She teases, like she's not certain-- perhaps even worried-- that she might crave this sense of desperate closeness again. The need to give and give and give until her body was exhausted.

"I suppose the middle of the woods is a bad place to test its effect on me." She agrees, shaking her head. "I'll have to content myself with just the effects of the pollen for now."

[forrestertailor]

“You’re a saint,” Luka nods sagely. A wave of heat breaks across his back at he hums, stretching languidly and running his lips down the outer curve of her breast. He strokes her other nipple, his hips slowly gliding back to ease the rest of him out of her.

[lady_kaivodulin]

She groans when he pulls out of her, her body aching in his absence. She runs her fingers through his hair and then over one of his ears, petting the long, sharp shape.

[forrestertailor]

Luka melts on top of her, stroking Kaivodulin softly and rolling his tongue along her skin as he leans his head into her touch. He pets her stomach and sighs, kissing her nipple before taking it into his mouth. There's the same need to touch her, now mixed with a measure more patience and the yen to hear her cry out for him with whatever she has left to give

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.