Blooming Tails Novels & Stories

He leaned back, his long hair flowing over his shoulders like a cascade of night, seemingly unfazed by the emptiness around him. A chill ran down my spine as I noticed the small silver chain he was playing with, his fingers moving with a practiced grace that made my heart race. Summoning my courage, I walked over, the creaky floorboards beneath my boots echoing in the stillness. This was my chance to connect with someone who, like me, seemed to exist outside the norm.

While their eyes could not be see, it was easy to guess that they were bulging out right now due to the extreme way by which their brows had been displaced. It was common knowledge that Beastmen could also use their tails in battle; however, unlike popular belief, the tail could do nothing more than act as a distraction for the enemy. It could not block a sword or hammer, and it definitely could not hold the weight of a Beastman. Skill fighters could use their tails to parry attacks, but that could only be achieved after years of training in order to adopt forms that would reduce the momentum of a strike to at least a tenth of its actual capability! However, how many could do this? Even wors

I then lift my eyes to the mirror once more than I say, "Iris? We have a tail?" "We do and it will only come out when we feel wanted, safe and loved." I pout a little as I then watch as Iris steps back and all my features return to normal and the tail in my hands disappears. I smile as I step back from the sink, walk out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, and into the closet. I look through the hanging clothes and I am surprised that hiding in the back is a light summer dress.

Jai commented, leaning back slightly from the surprising smell. Rin laughed lightly, seemingly not bothered at all by the smell. “Yes. It has to be strong to repel the monsters.” Darrion covered his nose and frowned in discomfort. “It smells kind of sour. What’s it made of?” “Fire Rat’s tail, Crusty Lemonia, Verdant Blush, and Drosaria’s Tongue,” she answered flawlessly. Those were Greek to Jai’s ears who didn’t know anything about those things. Though he ever heard about the Fire Rat tail when he was at Teacher Enji’s class. But those things seemed to ring in his friend’s ears, because the blonde hummed in acknowledgement.

Not symbolically. Truly. A gentle, warm crimson light shimmered from each petal, growing stronger with every passing second. It looked like starlight filtered through rose quartz, soft and dreamlike. I gasped. “It’s... glowing.” Lucian’s gaze never left my face. “They’re called Moonborne blooms. They glow naturally, but only after the last light of day disappears.” “They’re beautiful.” “So are you,” he said before he could stop himself. He turned away quickly, like the words had slipped out without his permission. I said nothing. Just smiled.

I obediently buried my face in his chest, hiding the faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing at the corners of my lips. … He gently lifted me into the car, and we settled into the backseat together. Tears still clung to my long lashes, glistening with each tremble of my eyelids, adding to my pitiable appearance. The blouse I wore, torn apart by the thugs, left patches of my fair skin exposed, shimmering under the fleeting streetlights outside. My skin was so pale it seemed almost luminous. Paired with my bright red lips, there was a disheveled yet striking allure, like a delicate flower caught in a storm. It evoked a man's primal urge and a deep desire to protect.

I can make out a pink flower's petal showing from under the right sleeve and what looks a lot like a dragon tail on the left one. "Are you ready?"

“Come on, chef boy. Let’s go check on that mango habanero aioli before you burn it like last time.” “Don’t talk about my aioli like that,” Rocky huffed, following him inside. Alone, Minnie leaned back into her chair, letting the sea air brush her skin. For the first time since the night of the dinner disaster, she let herself exhale. The water glistened. Her mimosa sparkled. She felt… not okay, but breathing. Still, something made her spine prickle. A tickle in the air. Like being watched. Then— A bouquet of sunflowers landed on the table in front of her.

T: Tentacles Obviously, Tails Used Creatively, Teeth Marks, Temperature Extremes, Transformation Mid-Sex Appendages designed for pleasure. Prehensile tails as extra hands or restraints. Bite marks left everywhere. Bodies running ice cold or burning hot. Shifting forms during intimacy. U: Underwater Scenes, Unbreakable Bonds, Unusual Textures, Unearthly Pleasure Sex in water with creatures adapted for it. Connections that can't be severed. Skin, scales, or fur that feels alien. Sensations beyond normal human experience. V: Venom As Aphrodisiac, Vampiric Feeding During, Voyeuristic Pack Members

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.