Flower Husbands Ao3 Novels & Stories

She said comfortingly as she tightened her embrace around me. "I'm still figuring out how I could mask her around the other fantasians. She can trick other flamias, glacias, and baylans but she can't hide her smell to other beings here, especially to creatures like the fooleys." Hailec said as we resumed our "meeting". "Hey! I don't smell, you perverted creep!" Sassy yelled at him. 'You're friend is really something, Princess.' Cool teased in my mind as we watched the two bickered in front of us.

“Look at her face, boys. She’s starting to like it.” I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the moan climbing up my throat. I shouldn’t like this. I was married barely six hours and here I was, legs spread for my husband’s best friends while he watched from the side, slowly stroking his own cock. But my body didn’t care about that. My pussy kept fluttering around Alaric, pulling him deeper, getting wetter with every stroke. Ace leaned down and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, teeth grazing just enough to send sparks straight to my clit. Flynn’s rough hand slid between us, finding my swollen nub and rubbing tight circles. The overload hit me like a wave.

Zephyr hissed out a curse, his head falling back too, against the sofa as I took him in slowly. "Fuck…" he growled, dragging his hands down my hips to hold me steady. "You're insane, Wildflower." His voice was soft and vulnerable. "You love it," I whispered, nipping his nose. He licked his bottom lip without even realizing it as I started to move, bringing my heat down on his shaft. Anyone could walk through that door to check on us, but I couldn't care less. After the kind of day I'd had, this was the only good thing going for me... riding my husband like there was no tomorrow.

Miren's piercing gaze was a warning to him that he shouldn't be overreacting to her, so he refrained from touching Miren's cheek as he had planned to do at first. Marik put on an act of pity by crouching down and purposefully bringing his handsome face close to that of Miren. He pretended to feel sorry for her. Suddenly, in Marik's hand appeared a very stunning rose. The petals of each flower had a bit of gold burned into them, giving them a glittery appearance while still maintaining the rose's natural beauty.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

"Husband. Oh! It feels so good." "Do you know, flower? I can make you feel even better all you have to do is open those legs and let me see that glistening core that belongs to me which you closed shut right now. Won't you do that much for me?" His words weren't an order, I could have refused. But, should I really refuse? "I..."

Treph held my stiffening rod with one hand and tentatively licked its underside then sucked it into her mouth. It was immediately obvious to me that she had a vine that grew extra blooms and that she was a connoisseur of the pollen. Xana came around behind me and put her arms around me to fondle my chest and I turned my head and kissed her. She then moved down and joined Treph to take turns sucking on my cock. It wasn't long before the incredible sensations made me deliver the pollen that they were so eager to taste. I shot a load into Treph's mouth, and then Xana proceeded to drain me

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“It’ll feel nice; you’ll feel good… don’t look annoyed.” Ivan planned light kisses in her inner thighs. He looked at her flower; it was slightly damp from their deed last night. He spread her open to look inside. It was pink and perfectly smooth—created in perfection. Ivan buried his tongue inside her wet flower. Her body had gone rigid from the sudden connection. She mumbled incoherent words as he fought to keep his tongue inside her folds. “Ha….!” Thereafter, Ivan rose up and placed his shaft at the entrance of her garden. He pushed forward, Alicia’s inner flash parting easily to happily greet his manhood.

Each male chose the flower they would like their females to wear and mine chose freesias of course for it is my scent. Phobos runs his fingers through my hair untangling my braids setting my long locks free to slip down my shoulders. He is very withdrawn he usually isn't this silent and it enhances my nervousness. Dilated ocean blues commence their wicked path down my body examining my naked flesh for I have worn the attire of the females of this land.