Flower Husbands Ao3 Novels & Stories

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He pressed two of his long fingers together, slowly thrusting them in and out of her soft, delicate flower, drawing out a steady stream of abundant love juices. The transparent liquid moistened his large palm and soaked the bedsheets. Soon, his large hand completely enveloped the pink mound of her pubis. He applied subtle pressure, massaging the entire flower until it became even more crimson, lustrous, and wet, glistening with a shimmering sheen. His two fingers re-entered, tightly gripped by the tender flesh of her flower, constantly wrapping around them, ring after ring, as the folds and walls of her flesh clung to him, driving him wild—he longed to thrust his massive member inside her ri

This horrific and bizarre humiliation—his own wife coming to him drenched in the seed of another man, a slave at that, and panting as she reported her pleasure—was now the ultimate aphrodisiac, far more potent to him than any love potion. Kneeling demurely on the floor, In-young smoothly pulled down her husband's silk trousers—taut and ready to burst from his erection—below his knees. Then, with the very red lips that until moments ago had ravenously tasted the slave's seed. She opened wide, took her husband's flaccid length deep into her mouth. And began to suck, smoothly and expertly rolling her tongue.

she gasped, voice raw, her core aching, the friction of his arousal against her through his trousers driving her wild, her body trembling with need, the moonflowers glowing brighter, the hollow’s magic amplifying their fire. He growled against her skin, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he freed himself, his arousal hot and heavy against her, the tip brushing her entrance, making her whimper, her brown eyes locked on his, a silent plea. “You’re mine, Mar,” he rasped, voice thick, his hips thrusting forward, filling her in one slow, deep motion, her moan a primal cry, her body arching, the yews’ runes flaring, the hollow alive with their passion, their love a defiant flame

The air smelled of his scent, of a woman, and…the clear sounds of flesh colliding. When my eyes focused, I saw him. My husband. The one destined for me, the father of my puppies, was pressing my maid Frost against the windowsill, roughly entering her from behind. “Oh, Alpha,” Frost gasped, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Harder, please…” “Shut up,” Caleb growled, fingers digging into her hips. “The nurse could come in any minute. Be quick.” Their lewd noises filled the sterile air, each wet slap cutting into me like a blade.

"A tuberose represents arousal, lust, and obsession with another person; it may indicate that the person who gives it is struggling to let go of someone or experiencing stronger emotions than she/he had anticipated," Aegolus explained as he examined the flower in his left claw. "I thought she wanted to be friend with me? But it appears she wants something more," the Prince thought seriously to himself. "Maybe she was fascinated and fell for my charm when we first met, which is why she wanted to make out—" He didn't finish what he wanted to say when he felt his entire face heat up and hurriedly covered his beak in shame with his left wing.

The allure of the flower compelled her to reach out and touch it—no, she felt an undeniable need to touch it. With hesitant fingers, Ava extended her hand, making contact with the velvety petals before Grayson could intervene. She gently caressed the elongated and velvety softness of a petal, releasing a contented sigh of pure bliss. "It's carnivorous," Grayson remarked. A low hum resonated through the air as vibrant green shoots, resembling vines, curled around her wrist, tugging her hand back towards the petal. Astonishingly, the flower seemed to be purring! She stroked it once more, and the flower responded, contorting itself to match her tender touch. It was akin to the behavior of a cat

"Do you want this Fleur?" She nods and says "yes" I plunge my member inside her making us one. I surge in harder, and harder till she cums. I see her face all red and waited for her to come down from her high. I flip her over and plunge from behind. I inserted my thumb in her other hole while I fuck her in and out. Earning me another moan of euphoria. I see her hands clenched on the sheet as her pussy clenches on mine. I hovered on her back caressing her breast while I peppered her nape with hard kisses. I sense another climax is coming and decided to have the release with her.

When they were on the husband’s honeymoon, it didn’t just claim him once, because it bored himself with him in all the positions they could do. Carnation was so close to her husband's arm when he put his hand on the hem of her dress and immediately put it inside her. A long “ahh” escape from her lips when Luca started playing her swollen wet flesh. He slowly pulled his middle finger in and out of her. Her husband is finger f*cking her and it feels so f*cking good!

“Rosa is moving in.” The world tilts. After a long silence, I find my voice, lacing it with all the contempt I possess. “Is she homeless?” “No,” Brandon says, his victory complete. “She’s my girlfriend now. And I am getting her pregnant. Sooner, it will be threesome, if Rosa permits me.”