Vivacious Honey Novels & Stories

Again, the words sounded honest, but the slight stiffness in his posture, the way he chose each word carefully, they made my instincts lean towards there being more than what he was saying. I let the moment pass, nodding. “It worked. I do feel… at home.” Zoriven’s shoulders eased again and he turned us back to lighter topics as we continued walking. “Have you ever tried the honey cakes from the southern baker? They’re legendary in the pack. Lirvae once ate so many she couldn’t move for an hour.” I laughed, the sound surprising me. “No, but now I’m curious. Are they really that good?” “Better,” he said with a grin. “Though I’d advise against challenging Lirvae to an eating contest. She takes

Not after Killian assaulted a human. The girls and I have worked so hard. We built the bee hives. The herb garden. It took so long for the cuttings to sprout. We killed a lot before they took root. And then after we mastered growing them, there were the plagues: slugs, spider mites, whiteflies. One step forward, two steps back. Another honey vendor showed up one day, and they had dandelion honey and sourwood honey and all different types, not just clover. Then another showed up. Then every farmer had honey, and our profits hit the crapper.

The spot I'm lying on is now warm from my heat. “Wider for me,” he teases. “I need to marinate your pussy.” “Oh, god,” I mumble. My legs stiffen and my toes form a lump from intense curling. When the honey mix pours on the top of my pussy and glides down my slit, I drip. Wet. Slippery. It mixes the honey and smoothly runs down my body like butter. “I see that, my rose.” He faintly chuckles. “The wet sloppy sound your hissing pussy makes is too loud not to notice.”

"Now hold still." "Why—" I drizzled honey over her chest. Sticky. Sweet. Coating her skin. "This is going to get messy," she breathed. "That's the idea." I leaned down. Licked. Following the trail of honey. Tasting it and her. Better than anything I'd ever tasted. My tongue circled her nipple through the lace. The honey making it stick. Making it cling. I sucked. Hard. She arched. Pushing into my mouth. "More?" I asked.

Only then did he pull off with a wet pop, licking the cum that had smeared on his lips with his tongue, eyes locked on me. He reached for the honey jar again. My legs were still spread wide, hole exposed and twitching from need. Alex used both hands to pull my cheeks apart, spreading me obscenely open. I felt completely vulnerable as he tilted the jar and poured a generous, thick stream of golden honey directly onto my hole. The sticky sweetness dripped down my crack, coating my rim and slowly sliding inside me. It felt warm, strange, and incredibly… Wonderful.

“Anyway, darling, just come out with a bath robe wrapped around you and a jar of honey. Adults love eating honey. Lie down on your back and pour the honey thickly on your pussy and smear it over your boobs. “You can bet he will be dumbfounded and locked on to what you are doing. Just say in your most innocent voice, ‘Oh daddy, my honey pot is overflowing, and I’ve spilled honey over me. Please lick it up for your sweetie pie.’” “Diana, that is fantastic. I can just see it now. If he doesn’t get down on me after that kind of opportunity, I should just give up.” My thighs pressed together under the denim. I could already feel how wet I was getting just from the picture she painted. “Oh he will

Unable to endure the amusement, she stood up. "I'll prepare warm water for you to bathe in. You must be tired from working all day,” said her and then walked to the room after getting Davino's nod. Not long after, Uncle Bob came bringing souvenirs. Uncle Bob handed a varian of honey bees he had brought to Davino. "What's that?" asked Davino, frowning. “It is honey that can increase the vitality of both men and women. You and Safira can drink at least one spoonful of it a day so she can get pregnant quickly,” explained Uncle Bob, smiling mockingly.

The word ‘give’ was emphasized like a viper's hiss. My mother gave that familiar, all-knowing smile and took a small jar from the back room. This jar of Heart-Eroding Honey was different from the others. Its color was as deep as congealed blood, with a few scarlet threads slowly flowing within the honey like the veins of a living creature. I could even feel the viscous liquid trembling slightly. Even through the glass jar, I could smell a nauseating scent of desire mixed with florals and blood. Vera eagerly followed my mother into the back room.

Jerry squatted in front of me, rubbing my belly, “How can I find another woman? If having you is more than enough. I'm not the old Jerry, I really thank God to have a wife like you. A wife who can be everything and is so perfect. " My tears just dropped then, I quickly wiped my tears roughly. "Can I call you honey?" I said with teary eyes. "Yes, of course." END Thank you for reading, and following this story. Once again, thank you. Maybe a lot is still missing too. Thank you.

Lorez seems to notice this and speaks up, “She smells delightful doesn’t she? I researched that your kind are attracted to the scent of melody bee honey from the land of Rashan. I had some imported a few week ago in anticipation.” The man has certainly been busy. I don’t like that he knows such a facts about vampires, but thankfully that is not a fact toward me. The honey is nothing but an enjoyment for me, so at least he won’t have an advantage with the knowledge. I need to be more wary of what he might know though.