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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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."

[forrestertailor]

"Could you imagine?" Luka leans along his side, propping his chin girlishly on the back of his hand, cigarette dangling from his fingers. He bats his eyes and simpers, pouting at her. "K-Kaivodulin, you wouldn't believe, the very oddest thing happened, there was this vile smelling plant that b-bit me and, well, it's rather strange really--I don't think I could even say..."

[lady_kaivodulin]

"Gods, could you even imagine?" She laughs, stealing the cigarette from him again. "If I had been a woman of delicate propriety? Though I'm suppose I wouldn't have been hiking through a field with a huge dangerous man if I was."

Can he even imagine her as the kind of woman who would blush and balk at a sudden rush of desire?

these two: lol what if we were closeted virgins lol

[forrestertailor]

"Not necessarily, demure ladies need bodyguards too." Luka cocks his head and gives the ole Imaginatiator a spin. Kaivodulin as a prim woman of virtue and repression... There's a queenly tint to it, he thinks, something much closer to a stateswoman who never knew about birds and bees. The idea that she would feel such want and deny herself is the piece that breaks the illusion. He would guess that of the two of them, Kaivodulin has him outstripped for hedonism. "Could you see me without brash? I suppose I wouldn't have been stung, without it."

Look someone has to balance out how uptight my other characters are

[lady_kaivodulin]

"I think you have been both more and less reckless at other times in your long life." She says, regarding him thoughtfully. "I just happened to snatch you up during a restless time where you're keen on adventure and strange women."

Trying to think which of my other character is uptight but theyre all kind of blasted nimrods

[forrestertailor]

"A life without either would be a meager, pale thing. Not much like me, no." He plucks the cigarette back from her and finishes it, dashing it out in an empty glass by the bedside. "I shudder to think what you would have found if, this time around, I was only concerned with bookkeeping or setting tile."

Not that he doesn't find them fascinating, in their way.

[lady_kaivodulin]

"If I had found you, I would have tried to tempt you back to a life of road dust and bloodshed." She purrs, resting her head on her folded arms, looking like she might give in to her exhaustion at any moment.

[forrestertailor]

"I sure you would," Luka doesn't imagine Kaivodulin would see him, or someone like him, misused on a quiet life. He stretches out and sighs, his hips and back creaking softly. He pulls the covers over her hip and then pins them there with his thigh. His hand comes to rest on her cheek, his fingers carding through her hair. He speaks softly, all but lulling her to sleep. "You in a quiet life, that's a little harder to imagine. Short people are never given to quietude, it's antithetical. You're coiled up ready to spring every day, it's unnatural for you to be timid."

[lady_kaivodulin]

She laughs at the joke, but it's all such an oddly peaceful scene after the wildness of before. That she's invited this gentleness irrationally irks her and she resists the urge to disturb things, a cat-like desire to destroy. But she minds her tongue for now.

Anyway, there are more exciting ways to disturb the peace.

For the moment, she lets herself be lulled. She's truly exhausted, so it doesn't take much. She slowly melts under his touch until it's obvious she's drifted off.

[forrestertailor]

[Good to wrap here or did we want to play out something else? You know I love these two, so I could also see this becoming our horny experimental thread as needed.]

[lady_kaivodulin]

[Good to wrap here and I'm down to use this entry for them to be unrepentant hornballs together!]