Page 208 of May: Bloom & Bane

She inhales shakily as he presses the buds against both of her nipples, and they latch on.

The sound she makes sends my cock bucking against her involuntarily. Her spine bows, hands flying to my shoulders as the buds begin to suck.

“Oh my god. What are these?” Her head tips back.

“Mmm.” He sounds unbearably pleased with himself, watching his handiwork wringing pretty sounds out of her. “Three months. I told you they were worth the wait.”

“You said they were a botanical study in symmetry,” she gasps.

“I lied. I’m very embarrassed about it.”

I bring the lily back to her, settling it to work over her swollen clit, the venya pulses heat in slow waves. Between the bloom below and the buds above, she completely unravels in our lap, rocking and gasping, clutching at us deliriously. Every clever word she said two minutes ago has dissolved into breathless pleas.

“Do you need something inside you, ash’kaela?”

The rose buds suck greedily at her nipples while her lavína grinds messily against the lily. Slick drips down her, soaking my fingers as the venom works deeper.

“Yes—” She moans with zero hesitation. “Please, Rahnové.”

“Mm. Since you asked so nicely.”

I turn the flower in my fingers, pressing the slender bloom into her, the venya-slicked petals folding sleekly as I work it deep. She’s so wet it slides in easily, filthy sounds echo off the glass windows. The second she clenches down, expecting to be stretched, and finds only the slim stem, frustration ripples over the bond. I twirl the bloom in slow circles inside of her, covering her walls with venom, working the heat into every sensitive inch until she’s lit up from the inside out and there’s nothing thick enough in her to grind against.

“Ashán,” she cries out, her thighs trembling and spreading wider on my lap. “It’s not enough. I need⁠—”

I keep the lily moving lazily. “Thin little thing, isn’t it? Barely there at all. Were you under the impression I was going to make this easy, after you told us we couldn’t handle getting you off?”

“I take it back!”

“Too late, angel.”

You’re cruel, Sage murmurs, his hand stroking soothingly up her spine.

I’m thorough, I retort, curling the lily against the little spot inside her that makes her sob. I rub it back and forth until her nails dig into our shoulders.

“If you keep hitting that spot—I—I’m going to pee,” she moans, her belly pressing into us as she tries desperately to squirm away from my hand.

I still the lily out of pure, incandescent delight.

Sage. Did you hear that?

Don’t, Sage warns.

“By all means, ash’kaela.” I drag the lily right back over the spot. “You threatened me with this exact thing six hours ago. Consider it returned with interest.”

“Ashán—” She sob-laughs, burying her face against my throat. “I’m serious, I⁠—”

“You’re not going to pee, ílyara,” Sage’s voice gentles against her ear, his hand spreading low on her belly. “I promise. This is something else. Something good.” He presses a kiss to her temple. “Let it happen.”

“I can’t. I don’t want to pee all over you guys.”

“You can.” My hand speeds up, rubbing the bloom across the swollen ridge, and her body winds toward something it’s never done before.

“Eden.” Sage’s hand cups her jaw, tilting her frightened eyes up. “Whatever your body wants to do—let it. We’ve got you.”

“No!” She sobs. “It feels wrong. I can’t. What if I⁠—”

“This spot makes everything feel too much, doesn’t it, ílyen?” I murmur, never stopping the bloom’s movements. “You’ve never done this before, have you? That’s all this is. Something new. And we get to be the ones who give it to you.”