Black Orchid Comic Novels & Stories

A few inches of my shaft remain, but there's no room for that extra length inside, and I don't want to hurt her. "You're taking so long, Kadmon," Orchid laughs softly. She licks her palm and wraps her hand around the base of my shaft and starts stroking me there as I start to move inside her. On my second stroke, I'm careful to stop before I fall again. But Orchid shudders and screams again. "I hurt you?" I whisper. "Do you need me to stop?" "No," she wails. "Don't stop. Please don't fucking stop!"

Her perfectly serene doll-like look was ruined however by the tired scowl which decorates her face. Rubisviel Fyaril, the Orchid Butterfly Witch of the Dark Forest wipes the sweat from her brow and huffed after completing a drawing of a Cthulhu symbol inside her circle. Thick black bags hang under her tired golden eyes and her face was paler than usual. Her head hurts like a battle-ax was splitting it open and her shoulders and legs are aching after prolonged hours of sitting on the ground and focusing on drawing the symbols.

The air in the orchard turned a thick, bruised violet. Every golden apple was now a terminal, and the d******d was a torrent of data that the organic trees weren't designed to hold. Leo stood at the center of the grove, his feet anchored in the mud, feeling the "Symmetry" of the high-orbit stasis pods flooding the root system.

Winston looked at the wooden box in front of him and sneered, "I guess I encountered an old Mystic friend. No wonder you couldn't deal with him. It's okay. Seven hundred thousand for a real Corpse Herb is worth it!" While he spoke, Winston had someone open the wooden box, but what was inside was not a Corpse Herb. Instead, it was a small pine tree taller than a person, with two colorful scales inside the box. Winston was furious and threw a Gold Energy Pill at Monte. "Take this Gold Energy Pill to restore your arm, then bring your men to grab his daughter, Janice!" After swallowing the Gold Energy Pill, Monte sneered, "Rest assured, I'll go now!"

"This is a Pitcher Plant. Unlike the Venus Flytrap that snaps shut, it lures insects inside with nectar. Once they fall in, they can't climb back out." I leaned over immediately. "So... it's basically a scam artist." Andrew pursed his lips to hold back his laughter. Barry blinked sharply, then cleared his throat. “I suppose that's one way of putting it," he muttered, walking forward. "These are orchids. There are over twenty-five thousand known species." “Twenty-five thousand?" “Err… Approximately." "So you're telling me flowers have DLC?" Barry stared at me flatly. Andrew chuckled quietly. “Let's head to the next enclave, please.” Barry said, already walking away.

If the situation gets worse, the person will die. Then suddenly, after picking the Biennial flower, Oralie's gaze was locked on a coffin lying in the corner. The coffin lay dormant there. Moss had grown to a full covering, covering the original beauty of the splendor. The wood is probably rotted away because it has been left for too long. Even if this is the best wood, it can not avoid the cruel hand of time. Oralie carefully approached, and around the coffin suddenly appeared pure white letters. They leaped from the ground, stabbing toward her as if they were sharp darts themselves.

Only because of my special spot, and animal friend. Every time in my life something would happen, be it bad, sad or happy even, I would always find myself going out to my spot. Deep in the centre of the woods surrounding the slowly delapitating orphanage, there was a little stream that led into a small but breathtakingly beautiful waterfall. Surrounding, but the most beautiful, silver black sand. And the flowers that surrounded it seemed to be from a fairytale where nothing is real. The most beautiful colours, purples, blues pinks, all in different hues. And many different varieties, the smell alone would make you light up, no matter how badly your day had gone.

Orchid curled his lips with the look of tranquillity. “Give up already. Princess or I will squeeze the little brat to death! Which I'll do by the way with or without you giving up.” “Big sister don’t mind me—Fight your way out of here!" he turned his face to Kontar, "if you can beat her the invisible barrier will be lifted!!” He yelled. “Will you shut up!!” Orchid fumed, slowly crushing him as Dryad shrieked, Wren sighed heavily then she raised her hands up, surrendering herself, Orchid smiled.

A gasp slipped my lips, my eyes widening. “I warned you,” Orchid whispered, “no sudden movements.” Her hand held the dagger steady in my heaving chest. My throat parched as I tasted metal in my mouth. I groaned as she twisted the blade in me cutting my organs. “Just making sure it does its work,” she whispered. A wet patch had formed on my shirt, blood dripping down my body. My knees wobbled. I coughed, blood sputtering out of my mouth. “You– you won't get a– away with–”

“What are you working on today?” Lily held up her canvas, a vibrant explosion of colors. “It’s a sunset,” she said quietly. “It’s beautiful,” Shania said, kneeling beside her. “You’ve captured the colors perfectly.” Lily beamed at the praise, her confidence blossoming before Shania’s eyes. Moments like these reminded Shania why she had fought so hard to make the center a reality. As she left the art room, her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to see a message from Stefan: