Blooming Tails Novels & Stories

She slowly opens them and gasps with excitement. “I did it!!” She shouts, repeating herself several times while jumping up and down with glee. Her breast kept bouncing up and down, which I enjoyed of course. Her nine tails seemed to have gotten bigger as well. They stretched out enough to completely encase her entire body and possibly shield her from any attacks, from any direction. Her fur covered her body, except for her hands, feet, face, upper back, and her stomach. The purple color of her fur shined like sunlight shimmering on the surface of water.

She raised her palms slowly, and multiple, long blades rose out from the ground on both her left and right sides. The blades rose out of the ground, growing longer and longer, joining together and slowly morphing into two long, large, metalic tentacles with pointed ends. The tentacles were black, just like her blades, and they released black smoke. “These blades aren't like the others; these are dragon tails. If you accidentally get pricked by these tentacle spikes, you're dead, so you better prepare yourself,” Greta said, then stretched her arms forward. The tentacles shot toward Derren, and he quickly jumped out of the way. The tentacles struck the ground, then dug into it, burrowing throu

“You…deceived her? Many times she claimed I tried to kill her, you came to her defense, challenging me for it but you of all people know I would never hurt her.” Eros’s lips tipped up in a lazy smile. “It’s called Trust, brother. I needed a way to draw her to my side and you just seemed the best thing available. A little moonveil blossom here and there did the trick.” I shot a sharp look to Jega who stepped forward. “It’s just like I warned. The moonveil blossom can serve as either a cloaking plant or a hallucination pollen. Whoever your mate saw was a trick of the mind. Not you.”

This is creation unleashed. The flowers loom, towering like gods, their heads heavy and swaying. Petals curl in on themselves, ribbon candy dipped in oil, shimmering with colors I have no names for. Mauves that burn gold at the edges, blues so deep they go violet, then vanish. Some shift when I look directly at them, pulsing and breathing, resenting the attention I’m lavishing on them. Burning starts behind my eyes, the sting of unspent tears blurring my vision. I blink it away hard and fast, not wanting to miss a single second of this moment.

Naia floated above them, grabbing Lily's tail and twisting it into place. "Oh shit," Lily said. "You said it yourself," Mike told her, gasping for air. "They are designed after succubi tails." "I don't want to lose!" she cried, her infernal body betraying her. "You can and you will." Naia presence was suddenly everywhere. Maneuvering Lily's tail to the head of her ass, the nymph teased her with it. "And you'll like it."

another answered. “Calling what?” “Not it,” a third voice said softly. “Them.” In Tamerith, the blind boy who had not spoken in days turned to his mother and said: “The bloom is listening to itself now.” His eyes remained closed. But he smiled. The spirals that bloomed beneath Siran did not shimmer like the ones of old. They didn’t burn. They didn’t pulse. They simply… existed. Color-washed symbols, fragile and incomplete, curling outward like veins through stone.

A burst of soft-sounding laughter came from somewhere else, and I instinctively yanked off my headphones. "Alright, alright, you change—I won't look." That was Benjamin's voice. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could easily picture his indulgent expression as he said those words. The game room door wasn't fully closed, and their flirty voices carried through loud and clear. I turned my head and looked over. The tall man was shaking his head with his back turned to me. The petite woman slipped off her black business suit and revealed a bunny officer outfit underneath. She then pulled a pair of bunny ears from her bag and perched them on her head.

And the blush that was barely receding was back again. "I'm not a pretty little flower, Roses are as pretty as they are dangerous." He scoffed, standing up and even from where he was standing, I could see that he'll tower over me. He straightened out his suit jacket. Eyes boring into mine. "The only dangerous roses are those with thorns Rose, and you my dear, you have no thorns. You're a pretty little flower, a harmless little flower." He walked towards me till he was standing right Infront of me, towering over me as expected, I craned my neck just too look at him. "I'll be taking my leave now pretty flower, say hi to Mr. Potter for me."