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It takes the two of you a bit of trial and error to get the shape right.
“The head is a bit more… Bulbous? Yeah, that’s close enough. The head is pretty clearly defined.”
It’s impossible for you to bring any objects into the Dark World from outside. That, unfortunately, includes diagrams of human penises, which has to be a sentence that no one has ever uttered before. It’s just that you and Flowery have had more sex than that first time and he’s grown interested in having a dick of his own. As a flower, even one copying a human appearance, he didn’t have any genitals yet.
You’d never say no. Not only are you… Interested, yourself, but it would be very selfish to keep him completely focused on you as things have been until now. Not that he hasn’t been enjoying it.
“Like this?” Flowery asks.
You stare, enraptured with the ease that he can alter his body. It’s a little uncanny. There are twitching, twisting vines stirring underneath his petal-flesh that extended outwards, skin growing closed around it until it started to resemble an actual dick. All things considered, it isn’t that strange. He can appear and disappear at will, make flowers bloom, fly, and probably even more things you are forgetting about. This tracks.
After all the time you’ve spent working on it, the final result looks pretty accurate. Sure, it’s an uncanny yellowish colour like the rest of him, but it’d look way weirder if there was suddenly a highly realistic cock attached to his groin.
“Yeah, I think it looks alright.” You reach out a finger to touch him. Flowery reaches down, wraps his hand around it.
“Wow. Maybe take me out to the diner first?” You can’t help but snort. “Touching a flower’s new, human penis is not very polite, you know.”
“Oh my god…” You mumble, just loud enough for him to hear. You feel very dumb and on the verge of laughing even harder “Please never, ever say anything like that again.”
“Why not?”
“It sounds weird! It’s not, uh… Very sexy.” Let’s go with that. “Maybe ‘cock’ would be better.”
“My new human cock.” Flowery repeats with a static, smiling expression. It doesn’t help much at all and the grin on his face shows that he’s fully aware of what he’s doing.
“You really mind if I touch it? I only want to make sure it won’t feel weird.” You’re really not about to get your insides torn up because you didn’t pay close enough attention. Not that you expect something like that to happen.
“Mm, I’ll allow it this once.”
You try not to think about the weirdness of this whole situation too hard. Flowery stills underneath your touch as you take his cock into your hand and squish it a little. It has a bit of give, the outside soft. Rubbing your hand up and down, you don’t feel anything sharp and unusual. It isn’t capable of moving much, though, sticking straight ahead and being unable to face another way.
“It’s kind of… Rigid? I guess they would usually be a bit more floppy… Though it does get, uh, ‘stiff’, I guess, when you get aroused. But it shouldn’t be a problem if you just make it disappear when we’re done. You can do that, right?”
“Of course.” Flowery sounds entirely composed. His eyes are still closed. The only way you can tell he’s looking at you is because his chin is tilted downwards, head tilted in your direction.
It isn’t exactly the response you would expect from a guy getting his dick fondled.
“…Can you feel me touching you right now?”
“Oh, definitely,” Flowery affirms. “I’ve made it a part of my body, like the rest of me. Shouldn’t I have?”
“No, no, that’s fine. It’s supposed to be pretty sensitive, especially around the head.” Your hand drops back down to your side.
“So you might need to feel more, basically. Higher sensitivity. Sex is meant to feel pleasurable for humans, both in the body and in the brain. …I don’t know if that knowledge is useful, though.”
You have no idea to what extent he can manipulate his body and the things he feels. Flowery runs his hand over his dick, a light furrow in between his brows as he focuses.
“How does it affect the brain?”
“Well, you kind of… I don’t know how to explain it very well.” You go quiet for a moment.
“You get a bit more dumb? People do more stupid shit when they’re horny to begin with, and when you’re actually having sex, it’s hard to think about anything else when you really get into it. You might start thinking stuff like ‘oh, this is so good, I want to do this every day, forever. …Or even saying it out loud.”
Flowery huffs out an amused breath. “Well, it seems like I have a new goal now, buttercup. I don’t think I’ve made you succeed in saying ‘stupid shit’ yet.”
“I literally started crying and told you that I loved you the first time we had sex,” you deadpan. “What more do you want? Greedy bastard.”
Flowery laughs at that, not a measly little chuckle, but something that comes from deep in his chest.
“That didn’t count, buttercup. You were under the influence.”
“Well, I’m still not saying any of that out loud.” Heat rises to your face. This was probably a bad example.
“We’ll see,” he says in a sing-song voice before his attention drops back to the subject on hand.
“Hmm… I might be able to temporarily lower my intelligence stat when it gets touched, and I’ve upped the sensitivity. Humans are so complicated, aren’t they?”
“Will you be able to, uh, orgasm?” It’s awkward to ask. “Genuine question because, like, I don’t know if it’s even possible for you.”
Flowery shrugs. “It probably won’t feel exactly the same. But I have an idea. I have seen seen plenty of yours, after all.” His smirk grows as he says it, even moreso when you choke on air.
“It’s, it’s different when you have a penis,” you continue on, ignoring the comment. “They ejaculate. Stuff comes out. Semen, but you don’t have that.”
Flowery looks at you for a moment, still smiling. He lets you get away with the jarring redirection of the conversation. Still, you’ll probably be teased about it later.
“I’ll make something up,” he says. “I think that’s about as close as we’re going to get.”
You look at his dick again. With a start, you realise you’d completely forgotten about the existence of balls… And you can’t unsee it now. Oh well.
“…Yeah, looks good enough to me. Wanna try it out?”
Flowery’s lips are always sweet on yours. The inside of his mouth tasted like honey, saccharine. The slightly-too-thick substitute for saliva in his mouth never fails to make your tongue tingle. (To your body, ever single part of him is poisonous. It hasn’t stopped you yet. Didn’t you just discuss about how horniness makes you stupid and, by extension, love makes blind?)
By now, he knows your body well. His hand slides underneath the layers of fabric obscuring your body, his fingers dipping into the wetness around your entrance. He doesn’t push them inside. You can feel the corners of his mouth curl up against yours when your hips buck into his touch. He pulls his hand back, moving up, until his warm, wet fingers are pressed against your sensitive clit and rub it back and forth.
The effects of his poison (his nectar? It’s hard to tell, sometimes) linger the longer your kiss lasts, your brain growing fuzzy, the edges of your vision getting blurry. It’s not dangerous. You’ve learnt this by now. The effects never last.
It’s easy to let your head sink further into the pillow beneath you. Who could’ve ever known that a bed made out of grass, petals, and flowers could ever be so comfortable? Pleasure buzzes from your clit to the rest of your body, making your muscles relax. Your mouth is full of the taste of Flowery, and all you can smell is his pollen.
Flowery pulls his mouth away from yours. You lift your head up from the pillow, lips parted as you chase his touch. A golden string of saliva connects your mouths. It breaks when Flowery sucks the tip of his tongue—a little too long, tip too straight-tipped for a human—back into his mouth.
Your eyes wander over his body now that you have nothing else to occupy yourself with. The top buttons of his vest are undone, revealing a hint of skin. Flowery never undresses fully while you’re having sex. Lower, he’s pulled down his trousers as well, cock standing at attention just like it was before. It looks a lot less silly now that his fingers are toying with your pussy and your insides are throbbing. Your lips are still buzzing with the aftereffects of his kiss.
“Like what you see, buttercup?” Flowery drawls from above you, a bright pink flush on his face. “Made it just for you.”
“Well, I did help design it.” Your words are a little slurred because your tongue is more difficult to move. “Not surprising that I don’t have any complaints.”
Flowery leans in and gives you another peck to your lips. He lowers himself above your body, holding his dick in one hand. His other fingers still remain on your pussy though he’s stopped moving them for now.
“Can I… Just put it inside?”
There’s hesitation in his tone, rare for a man like him. You stare up at him for a moment. It hits you all at once that this is his first ever time having sex like this, that, basically, he’s losing his virginity right now. To you. He literally altered his body to better fit with yours, to bring the both of you more pleasure.
Your heart swells in your chest with affection. You extend your arm towards his face and cradle his flushed cheek in your hand. He immediately leans into the touch, nuzzling his face into your palm with a pleased sigh.
You hum. “Definitely, you’re doing great.” You rub a circle on his cheek with your thumb. You can use your hand to guide it. …Top hole.”
He lets out an amused huff as he moves away from your hand, guiding his tip to your entrance the exact way you told him to.
“You don’t think I know by now?”
“Have to say it. You’d be surprised what kind of horror stories I’ve heard.”
Flowery grins down at you, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance. He pushes a little harder to get past the ring of muscle. Around the outline of your bed, flowers are growing and blooming, their heads tilted in the direction of the two of you.
“Really? I would say that— Oh.”
The very moment that he breaches you and pushes inside, his whole demeanour changes. His mouth slackens, a shudder runs through his body. His eyelashes flutter though his eyes don’t fly open. There’s a slight burning at your entrance, nothing more than that. You didn’t give Flowery a monstrously big dick or anything. It’s enough to satisfy without being uncomfortable, incapable of spreading you open too wide or reaching deep enough to abuse your cervix.
His hands are flat on the bed besides you and you reach out for one of them, giving it a little squeeze.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“No, no…” Flowery gasps out. His hips stutter forward, the movement jerky and uncontrolled. You suck in a breath as his cock sinks deeper inside of you. Big, visible beads of sweat gather on the side of his head. He’s blushing more than you’ve ever seen before, the flush on his face spreading further down his neck.
“It’s… It’s very warm,” he tells you in a breathy voice. “It… Feels good. Nice. A little bumpier than I thought.”
Your own heart picks up in pace. He’s already fraying at the seams even though his dick is only about halfway inside of you. His fingernails are digging in the mattress besides you and his hand shakes a little as he holds it. The flowers growing around you both have become impossible to ignore. They’re extending upwards, growing towards each other and intertwining like a canopy that shields you from view.
He looks… Really, really cute. He’s never acted anything like this before.
“Maybe you made it a bit too sensitive,” you say. “You’re sure you don’t want to stop?”
His chin jerks upward and he shakes his head. “Wanna keep going. Or am I doing it wrong?”
“Don’t be silly. You’re doing great. C’mere.”
You cradle his face in your hand once again before moving further upwards, threading your fingers through his hair and pushing him towards your face. He’s forced to push himself deeper in order to meet your lips and he’s trembling as your tongues slide over each other. The familiar, comforting buzz of his saliva takes over your thoughts. You hum against Flowery’s lips as, bit by bit, he bottoms out inside of you. His hand is back on your clit though his touch is far clumsier than usual. It’s clear that his mind is somewhere else.
Now that he’s pushed himself fully inside of you, the stretch pleasant and comforting, he doesn’t move at all. You tug on his hair just a little. Flowery breaks the kiss, staring at you through eyes that are just barely cracked open. Even with the slivers of his eyes that you can see, his pupils are obviously blown wide.
“You know what you do with your vines, right?” You tell him gently. “You move in and out by thrusting your hips.” You grind against him a little and he clutches on to your hand.
He lets out a shaky chuckle. “’Course I knew that.” His attempt at confidence falls apart under the slightest scrutiny. “I was just getting used to the feeling.”
Flowery shifts his weight around, pulling out for a couple of inches until stretching your insides wide again. Every time he moves, he moves back a little further, until he’s managing to thrust into you with long, deep strokes. He’s still obviously sweating. He can only manage to keep his signature smile on his face for a few seconds at a time before it falters into the face of pleasure, as his hips slap into yours. There’s drool at the corner of his mouth. All of it only makes you clamp down on him tighter.
“Feels so good, you’re doing great,” you coo at him, for a lack of anything better to say. He moans in response, dipping down to sloppily kiss you as he’s buried to the hilt.
“Yeah, yeah, I am…” He babbles, lips still close enough to yours that you can feel them move as he forms the words. Flowery pulls back a little, his head lolling to the side as a loopy grin stretches on his face.
“Wouldn’t feel so good if I wasn’t doing great, huh? M’good, good—” He sucks in a breath. “But you’re even better. So beautiful like this, so warm.”
You can’t help but snort at his babbling and move your fingers back to his face again, this time slipping your tongue in between his lips. He immediately latches on to the digit. Flowery closes his mouth around it and sucks on it. Your skin bumps into his teeth with the force of his thrusts and you smile up at him.
The pleasure coiling in your stomach grows tighter and tighter. It feels good, no doubt about it, but you know yourself well enough to know that you can’t cum without your clit being touched. Still, this is fine. You’re getting a lot out of watching how much he’s enjoying himself. You’ve never had the privilege before.
“I was going to call you a good boy before you started running your mouth again.”
He whines into your thumb and you use the opportunity to slip a few more fingers into his mouth. Saliva pools around the digits, running down his chin and dropping down onto your chest. Your skin tingles where it lands. You rub his tongue in between two of your fingers, teasing it as Flowery pants above you.
Flowery’s spent so much time making you feel good that you don’t care at all that he’s being a little selfish right now, chasing his own pleasure. And, even then, it’s intoxicating to see what this is doing to him. Just how good you’re making him feel. He’s literally pussy-drunk and he hasn’t come inside you yet.
It won’t take long anymore, His hips start to jitter and stutter into yours again and he loses the rhythm he’d been holding on to. His cock pulsates inside of you. It throbs, twitches, much more than a human cock ever would.
“You know what’s happening, Flowery?” You’re out of breath yourself when you say it, and he moans uselessly into your fingers. “You’re, you’re about to cum, for the first time in your life. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He nods multiple times in a row, his tongue twitching against and twisting in between your fingers as he tries to speak. You don’t remove them from his mouth. Your voice pitches up into an even higher coo.
“I know you can do it, you really can, c’mon.” You’re not really sure whether he can or not, but you’re sure that listen to you telling him this won’t be detrimental.
He bites down on your fingers when he cums and you yank your hard away. It isn’t hard enough to truly hurt or break the skin, but enough to have you gasp and lift your back off of the bad. His arms collapse underneath him and he lands on his elbows, body close enough to yours that you can hug onto him and hold him against you, legs also wrapping around you. He groans out your name, voice low and deep. Something warm and thick spurts from his cock and is released deep inside of you.
You have no idea what he just did. He definitely can’t produce any semen. It doesn’t immediately concern you, you’re much more enthralled by how wrecked he looks. His mouth is still leaking saliva, his chest heaving as he’s panting like a dog. He laughs a little, a disjointed noise, his eyes fully focused on you. You don’t think he’s ever looked away from you since they’ve opened. His pupils are deep, dark pools.
“That was… So good,” he breathes out. “How do humans do anything else?”
“That’s the stupid horny brain talking,” you laugh. “Guess you got there first.”
It’s only then that you notice that the inside of your pussy seems to be growing… Warmer? At first, it’s practically subtle. A slight building of heat along your inner walls, though it doesn’t start long before they grow more sensitive and you grow aware of every little ridge and bump along Flowery’s cock.
“What did you just… Flowery, what did you just put inside me?”
Flowery blinks the haze away from his eyes.
“Nectar. You said humans ejaculate. It’s never a problem as long as you don’t eat too much of it, right?”
Your brain flashes back to a story passed around by stupid teenagers, about how you should soak a tampon in alcohol and insert it, that it’d make you drunk way quicker without feeling the need to throw up. How everything inserted there gets absorbed right into your bloodstream. You’re not sure if that’s how it works in the Dark World, or with his nectar, but the way you’re feeling… You groan loudly and bury your face in your hands.
“I think it might still be a problem.”
Now that you’re thinking about it, the sensations only grow more and more intense. You really can’t be mad at him. He just did what you asked and he couldn’t have known that this would be an issue. You hadn’t even considered it before. You won’t be hurt or die, you’ll just get uncomfortably horny for a while. You’ll live.
“I’m sorry,” Flowery tells you, voice genuine. He isn’t smiling when he says it. “It shouldn’t be too much, and I’ll help you through it.” The corners of his mouth tug upwards ever so slightly.
“…And I don’t really want to stop yet, either.”
You hit him lightly in the chest.
“You have issues.”
“You can’t blame me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, buttercup…” He brushes a hand over the top of your head. “If anything, this is all your fault. Shouldn’t you take responsibility?”
As he moves inside of you, it’s like your entire brain short-circuits. Flowery hisses at his own sensitivity, but it’s like all of the nerves inside of you are set on fire. It’s so intense that it walks the fine line between pleasure-pain as you throw your head back down into the pillow. Your legs are starting to go numb.
The first time he bottoms back out inside of you, you practically let out a sob. You want to kiss him, need to be close to him, need to feel him more— You try to kiss him. You’re so out of it that you don’t even register that your lips don’t quite reach his mouth in your current position. When you extend your tongue, it ends up gliding over his lips rather than inside his mouth.
Flowery doesn’t pull away, doesn’t suck your tongue into his mouth. He meets you right where you are. He sticks his own tongue out, curling the tip around yours. It’s gross and sloppy and messy and, in any other situation, you would’ve rightfully found it gross. Right now, though, it feels exactly right. You can’t say anything. You can’t think straight, that’s how overwhelming it feels. You don’t feel any of your limbs anymore.
Your whole existence closes in on itself. It grows focused only, pinpointed, on the space in between your legs. It feels good. It feels too good, you’re writhing uselessly underneath Flowery, but there’s nowhere you can go. Vines curl around your limbs as he tries to soothe you. His words reach your ears and never your brain. You can’t follow what he’s telling you.
Your whole body is tight with tension, and yet, you don’t actually reach that final peak you want to. You whine pathetically, mind racing for any kind of solution. Without thinking, you move your mouth closer to his throat, the memory of his nectar filling your stomach suddenly fresh in your mouth. You bare your fangs in an attempt to taste more of him. (it tasted sosososo good last time, sweet, saccharine, hot, even inside your stomach it burned you up from the inside out).
Contrary to before, Flowery is more coherent than you are. He leans away from you. Another vine twists itself in between your teeth and functions as a gag. The tip of the vine climbs up further and boops you on your nose.
He clicks his tongue. “That’s no good buttercup. You’ve had enough.”
“Here,” he gasps out instead, shivering as he bottoms out inside of you again. “I’ll help you out like this.”
Flowery’s fingers are back on your oversensitive clit. He rubs it with quick, jerky movements. Your mouth falls open, tip of your tongue curling backwards, noiseless as you’re overwhelmed with the feeling of it all. Your eyes shut and roll back. Your toes curl forwards as you’re shoved over the edge all at once, free falling, muscles spasming—
It feels so good that you black out for a moment, coming back to with Flowery laughing disjointedly above you, babbling about how you’re amazing, you’re so good, his favourite, he loves you so much…! His words only leave a fleeting impression on your mind. You grind your teeth together, chewing on the vine in your mouth, nails clawing into the mattress underneath you.
Flowery doesn’t stop. Right now, you don’t want him to. You should. It’s like you’re going mad. The pressure inside of you is building, even though you just came minutes ago. (You did, didn’t you? You did.) And it feels different, somehow. In the back of your mind, a small, rational part of you knows what’s happening and you’re subconsciously tensing your pelvic muscles, trying to prevent it.
All this leads to is that Flowery bullies his dick inside of you with more force, trying to get you to open up for him again. It takes a mere three thrusts until you let out a shuddering gasp as the first gush of piss is plowed out of your forcefully-relaxed bladder.
“Wait, wait, wait…!”
You babble, brought back to yourself despite the nectar’s influence on you. The embarrassment and shame is simply too sudden, too stark. But it’s already too late. You sniffle, a few extra tears rolling down your cheeks as you’re unable to control your bladder. Flowery’s hips stutter to a halt as the amount of piss that comes out of you makes an audible hiss, gushing over his legs, soaking his pants, being absorbed by the mattress underneath you.
“Did you just cum again? So warm…” You’re about to protest but Flowery laughs again, and any thoughts that you had die the moment that he stuffs you full of his cock again.
“One, one more, okay…? One more for both of us, and then I stop, how does that sound, huh? Good, doesn’t it?” His babbling is hardly coherent, his cock throbbing inside of you. It only takes you a moment of hesitation before you’re nodding again.
It’s unclear how much time has passed when you regain the ability to think. Flowery is practically passed out on top of you, eyes closed and cock still half-sheathed inside your throbbing, sore pussy. Your skin is slick with a cooling layer of sweat. Underneath you, the bed is practically soaked where your genitals meet. Flowery groans and nuzzles his face into your chest.
“Might’ve, maybe, made myself a little too sensitive… And a little too stupid.”
“You think?” You groan through a parched throat. Your exhaustion runs bone-deep.
“I’ll clean us up, soon,” Flowery promises. “Just… Five more minutes.”
You let your eyes drift back closed. A little more rest wouldn’t hurt you either.