Blushing Butterfly Novels & Stories

The circle that had a butterfly pattern continued to lit up and the butterfly's wings were fluttering. As her father continued the mantra, she noticed that the light of the pattern switched from light blue to light purple from time to time. When Sebastian started his mantra while her father continued, the purple hue became much stronger than the blue. It almost devoured the blue hue but her father's mantra became a bit loud that the blue hue prevailed and balanced the blue and purple.

Reila twisted a flower between her index finger and thumb, it was the same sapphire blue gemlike flower that gleamed with the sunlight. “I’m guessing I’m supposed to…” I pointed to the sacred spot and Reila wasn’t paying attention to what I was saying. In fact even Ariel was now chasing a blue butterfly, the girl chased it right into a tree and whimpered as she clutched her face while she writhed in pain on the dirt. She was a danger to herself and I looked at her as she pathetically wiped her bloody red nose with the back of her hand before wiping the blood off on her dress. “Gawd!” I whispered to myself right before the blue butterfly fluttered past her face and she immediately started to

There was a sudden loud crying sound and the air in the lab started to swirl. Everyone looked up to see that Becky had transformed into a beautiful but very scary looking butterfly creature. She had red and yellow skin and wings, and her eyes were glowing red as well. She looked as though she could either take you to new heights of beauty and passion, or she could rip your face off instead.

"It'll need both of us to afford it." Stephen shrugs. "You planning on going anywhere the next few years?" David clicks his tongue. "You're good with it then?" "Yup. Let's go for it." ***** The butterfly flits from one blossom to another. It doesn't stay long on any one bloom, but in the well-kept borders, there are plenty of flowers for it to sip from. Shelley watches her target, hawk-eyed. Kneeling on the short-clipped grass, poised, her rear end twitching like a cat watching a mouse, she watches the flutterby in its journey from one white and yellow daisy to another

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

I took advantage of that time to feel its fresh breeze. Prince Arsh waited for me in front of so many flowers. When I stopped in front of it, I was immediately surrounded by so many butterflies. They landed on my clothes and the others were in my hands. Even Prince Arsh was not touched by butterflies. They seemed to want to play with the two of us. I held out my palm and my smile widened when a butterfly landed on it. It is dressed in a vivid combination of colors. Even if I move my hand where the butterfly is applied, it still doesn’t leave.

As she turned the corner to another street the littler butterfly on her clit began to buss and it was all she could do to hang onto the wheel and steer. By the time she reached her destination Shannon was a bundle of nerves. The butterfly had gone off at irregular intervals, sending spikes of heat through her clit into her cunt. She was sure both her coat and the seat of the car showed evidence of her copious cream. She wanted to come so badly, but the butterfly only took her so far before it stopped. Her nipples were aching, begging for a hot tongue to ease their pain, her clit and her cunt throbbed and she was hanging onto her nerves with her last shred of control.

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

“Unless you’ve changed your mind about wanting to find out.” I shook my head. Then, more quietly, I added, “I haven’t even heard a heartbeat yet.” He closed the laptop gently. “That’ll happen soon.” That word again. Always soon. --- Later that afternoon, I took a stroll around the grounds, sticking close to the path by the rose bushes. A butterfly landed on my arm, and for a fleeting moment, I didn’t dare to move. Its wings, a vibrant mix of orange and black, felt like stained glass dancing softly against my skin.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.