is this the end of all the endings?
"Pookie?" Flora bursts out laughing, her head tipping back as the word rings through the thick, humid air. "That’s a new one." The grin that curls across her face is wicked and bright, but her chest warms beneath it. She’s never been one for pet names—Jack had called her love sparringly, soft and rare as sunrise—but Kaisel’s endearments always hit different. Each one feels like a golden thread looping between them, absurd and precious all at once. Like every silly name he tosses her way is just another sprinkle of gold dust scattered across something already shimmering.
Shifting sideways in the mud, Flora props herself up on her elbows, curls clinging to her shoulders, eyes glittering with mischief. "Well, obviously," she drawls when he announces his intent for a super massive dick. The first cold slap of mud against her has her sucking in a sharp hiss through her teeth, shoulders twitching from the shock. "Gods, that’s cold—" she mutters, laughing through it even as she watches her previous masterpiece start its slow, tragic descent down his chest.
"Oh no, no, no—" she mewls under her breath, leaning forward to cup one sagging mud breast in both hands as if she can hold it together through sheer willpower. For a second, it looks almost heroic, then it sloughs apart completely, and she groans in defeat. "Gravity comes for us all in the end," she laments with mock tragedy, giving the remaining sludge a fond farewell pat.
By the time Kai's finishing his new sculptural endeavour, Flora’s grin has returned, sharper and far more dangerous. She lifts her chin and bounces her brows salaciously at him, aqua eyes glinting. "So..." she begins, voice smooth as silk and just as teasing, "any desire to hop on board?" she glances down meaningfully at the mud monstrosity adorning her, "it could be a treatment offered at Spa de Wildering." The smirk that follows is pure, filthy invitation, her laughter caught somewhere between play and challenge as she runs her fingers along her new appendage. Because what better time to ask hey are you into butt stuff? than when your girlfriend has a giant cock of your own making between her legs. "Since you do have a birthday appointment coming up, if I remember correctly..."
Shifting sideways in the mud, Flora props herself up on her elbows, curls clinging to her shoulders, eyes glittering with mischief. "Well, obviously," she drawls when he announces his intent for a super massive dick. The first cold slap of mud against her has her sucking in a sharp hiss through her teeth, shoulders twitching from the shock. "Gods, that’s cold—" she mutters, laughing through it even as she watches her previous masterpiece start its slow, tragic descent down his chest.
"Oh no, no, no—" she mewls under her breath, leaning forward to cup one sagging mud breast in both hands as if she can hold it together through sheer willpower. For a second, it looks almost heroic, then it sloughs apart completely, and she groans in defeat. "Gravity comes for us all in the end," she laments with mock tragedy, giving the remaining sludge a fond farewell pat.
By the time Kai's finishing his new sculptural endeavour, Flora’s grin has returned, sharper and far more dangerous. She lifts her chin and bounces her brows salaciously at him, aqua eyes glinting. "So..." she begins, voice smooth as silk and just as teasing, "any desire to hop on board?" she glances down meaningfully at the mud monstrosity adorning her, "it could be a treatment offered at Spa de Wildering." The smirk that follows is pure, filthy invitation, her laughter caught somewhere between play and challenge as she runs her fingers along her new appendage. Because what better time to ask hey are you into butt stuff? than when your girlfriend has a giant cock of your own making between her legs. "Since you do have a birthday appointment coming up, if I remember correctly..."
my broken bones are mending
