Page 131 of May: Bloom & Bane

“We don’t know,” he admits. “I’m so sorry, Eden. I didn’t know this would happen.”

“Is this going to keep happening? Your lavásia?”

“It responds directly to your arousal,” he mumbles nervously.

“So… that’s a yes,” Ashán says, unhelpfully.

I’m stuck on them, and every time Sage senses that I’m aroused… he produces more pollen… which in turn makes me more aroused. We’re going to be here the rest of our lives.

“Eden,” Sage’s hand cups my face. “We’re going to figure this out.”

“How? If it keeps feeding off my arousal, and your pollen makes me more aroused, then⁠—”

“Then we help you through it,” Ashán says. “Every wave. Every orgasm. Until your body can’t take any more and his kná releases.”

“That could take⁠—”

“Hours,” Sage admits under his breath. “Maybe longer.”

Another puff of lavásia fills the air.

“No, no, no.” I gasp.

“Shh,” Sage murmurs, his thumb stroking my cheek as Ashán’s fingers keep circling over my swollen clit. “Just let it happen, Saevúra. Don’t fight it.”

“Your body has other ways to find pleasure, ash’kaela. Ways we haven’t tried yet.”

Their hands slide to my chest, thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts.

“Let us help you,” he murmurs. “In every way we can.”

A moan slips out.

Their thumbs drag slowly over my nipples. I flinch at how sensitive they are.

“Vresh.”

They dip their head, mouth closing over one swollen peak. The relief is immediate and overwhelming. I cry out, pushing more of my breast against their face. They pull back.

“Sorry,” I murmur. “Too rough?”

Their gaze falls to my breasts.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sage,” he groans. “Did you taste that?”

I glance down and see a small bead of liquid gathered at my nipple.

“Eden,” he rasps. “Do you know what that is?”

“No?”

His hand trembles as it cups my breast, thumb brushing the droplet.

“Your body is preparing,” he whispers. “For us. You’re⁠—”

Their mouth closes back around my nipple, and God, the sounds they’re making aren’t helping the arousal situation.