“Ah~… Ah~…”

What a divine melody.

Soft, broken little gasps spilling from her like dew falling from trembling petals. Each one higher than the last, each one wetter, needier, more honest than any poetry the high elves ever carved into their sterile marble walls.

The flowerbed was a glorious mess now. Petals crushed, stems bent, soil churned, and dark and rich with the scent of earth and arousal. We lay in the center of it, a painting of pure, unfiltered lust. Aeli’s dress was pushed up to her armpits, her massive breasts spilling free, the pale skin already pinkened from my teeth and tongue.

No underwear—of course not. Proper elven ladies didn’t need such crude human contraptions, and Aeli had never truly believed she would ever need to prepare for this moment.

Her folds were swollen, glistening, the same pale green-tinged gold as the new leaves in spring, and so plump they practically kissed each other even when parted.

Fuck!!… I came twice just by staring at her pussy and smelling it.

No exaggeration.

No metaphor.

Twice.

Hands-free, untouched, I didn’t even have my clothes off yet, and I was already vibrating just from the sheer obscene fertility radiating off her like summer heat off sun-baked stone.

“Look at you,” I growled, my voice sounding like grinding gravel. I reached down, my fingers sinking into the plush softness of her inner thighs. “You’re soaking the flowers, Aeli. You’re more fertile than the ground you walk on.”

My thumb pressed against her clit, and she jolted as if I’d struck her with lightning.

“I… I can’t… help it,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in the crushed petals beside her head. “You… you’re making me feel things…”

Her hips bucked upward, an involuntary plea for more, a body begging for what its mind was still too shy to request.

“Good,” I purred, leaning down to capture a nipple in my mouth. I sucked hard, drawing the tight nub deep, swirling my tongue around the pebbled flesh.

And DAMN! She lactated not milk but a sweet, golden nectar.

Honey.

Not milk. Not cream. Not some pale imitation.

Pure, liquid sunlight distilled into sweetness.

“!!!” I froze for a split second, the cloyingly sweet taste coating my tongue. I pulled back, a thin, glistening string of the golden liquid connecting my lips to her trembling breast.

“Honey?” I breathed, my eyes wide. “You’re literally producing honey?”

Aeli’s face went from rose-pink to a deep, bruised crimson. She tried to cover herself with her hands, her movements clumsy and panicked.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s—it’s the magic! When I… when I get too… overwhelmed… my body reacts like the flora I tend. It’s a defect! It’s why they call me a beast, a freak—”

“A defect?” I roared, cutting her off. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, my weight settling firmly between her magnificent, nectar-slicked thighs. “Aeli, look at me. This isn’t a defect. This is the ultimate blessing! You aren’t just an elf; you’re a living flower! A queen bee! A fucking miracle! You’re perfection! A fucking miracle!”

She stared up at me, her emerald eyes swimming with unshed tears, a wild, desperate hope blooming in their depths.

To prove my point, I leaned down and licked the golden drop trailing down her ribcage. Then, with my free hand, I ripped my own bodice open. My own breasts, full and heavy, spilled out. Then, I pressed them against hers, flesh to flesh, nipple to nipple. I scooped up a dollop of her golden honey from her skin and brought it to my own lips, tasting it again, deliberately. I then traced my own nipple with the sticky finger, coating it with her honey.

“Have a taste,” I commanded, my voice a low growl. “Taste what you truly are.”

Aeli stared at my honey-coated breast, her tongue darting out to wet her own lips. Slowly, hesitantly, she leaned forward and took my nipple into her mouth.

Her suck was gentle at first, then stronger, more confident. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, her moans vibrating against my skin.

Of course, my milk started to flow into her mouth. It wasn’t honey, but with my skills, it would taste like her most favorite thing in the world.

“Mmmgh!!!” Aeli’s eyes went wide as my milk hit her tongue. Her pupils dilated so much her emerald irises were nothing but thin, shimmering rings. To her, it probably tasted like the richest, most decadent nectar imaginable—a divine ambrosia that called out to every cell in her body.

I let her wrists go.

She didn’t pull away.

Instead, her arms flew around my neck, clinging like ivy claiming ancient stone. Her mouth worked frantically now—hungry little pulls, tongue lapping, cheeks hollowing—chasing every drop like it might vanish if she slowed even for a second.

“Mmmgh—!”

Aeli’s eyes went wide as my milk hit her tongue. Her pupils dilated so much her emerald irises were nothing but thin, shimmering rings. To her, it probably tasted like the richest, most decadent nectar imaginable—a divine ambrosia that called out to every cell in her body.

“That’s right, drink,” I crooned, my fingers tangling in her hair, holding her to my breast as she greedily nursed. “It’s the taste of power. The taste of life. You’re not an ‘Ox,’ Aeli. You’re the soil, and I’m the rain. And together, we’re going to turn this garden into a forest of ecstasy.”

She was sucking so hard she was practically vacuuming the life out of me, and I loved it. My own body was screaming, my ‘holy spear’ throbbing with such intensity it was starting to ache. The combination of her nursing and the scent of her honey-slicked thighs was making my vision swim with red.

I pulled her away from my breast, her lips glistening with a mixture of my white cream and her golden honey. She looked wrecked. Utterly, beautifully ruined.

“Now…” I groaned, my hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. “Let’s see how much of that honey you can produce when I’m deep inside you.”

I stripped my lower half in one violent motion, my cock springing free, already weeping clear, viscous fluid. It was huge, pulsing, and glowing with a faint red light—a weapon of mass procreation.

“It’s… so… big…” Aeli’s breath hitched. She looked at it with a mixture of terror and worship.

“It has to be,” I said, positioning myself between her massive, trembling thighs. “To fill up all that gorgeous space inside you.”

I dragged the fat, leaking head of my cock along that glistening slit of hers once, twice, letting her feel every throbbing ridge. Her body responded instantly. Her back arched. Her inner thighs slickened with another fresh wave of that intoxicating nectar.

“Still think you’re disgusting, little rose?” I murmured, voice thick with both lust and something dangerously close to tenderness.

“N-no—” Aeli’s head thrashed side to side on the crushed petals. “Please… don’t stop.”

“Say it properly.”

Her lips trembled. Tears—actual tears—clung to her lashes like tiny diamonds.

“I’m… I’m beautiful,” she whispered, the words sounding foreign, fragile, like something she was trying on for the very first time. “I’m… fertile. I’m… wanted.”

“Good girl,” I praised her. The monkeys in my brain were screeching in victory.

A cute, lovely female elf, thick in all the right places, lactating honey, and begging to be bred in public? How much more of a gift could a goddess of breeding ask for?

And YES! I’m going to impregnate her, and when the time is right, I’ll ask her to come to live in my land.

“I’m going to ‘commune’ with you now, Aeli,” I growled. “Going to plant a seed in your garden. And we’re going to watch it grow.”

Then, without further preamble, I drove myself home.

Slowly at first, letting her get used to my size.

Inch by thick, throbbing inch.

Her cunt parted around me like warm, wet silk parting for something sacred and profane at once. The stretch was obscene—her plump outer lips kissing and clinging to every vein, every ridge, trying to pull me deeper even as her inner walls fluttered in panicked little spasms around the invasion.

“H-haaa… Morgana… it’s… It’s too much…” she gasped, her fingers digging into the dirt, her knuckles turning white. “I’m… I’m stretching… I’m breaking!”

I was about to say some cheesy porn line like, “You’re not breaking, you’re blooming!” but my own brain short-circuited the moment my cockhead felt a barrier.

Hymen.

‘She was a VIRGIN!’ I yelled inwardly, the single word echoing like a cathedral bell in my mind.

All this. All this luscious, fertility-goddess-in-waiting perfection, and she’d been untouched. Hidden away. A masterpiece kept in a dusty attic because it didn’t match the sofa.

I didn’t check before using my skill. I was too horny to think.

The urge to just slam through it, to claim that final, untouched piece of her as my own, was overwhelming. A primal, territorial roar built in my chest.

“Little rose.” I pulled back slightly, leaving just the tip inside her, giving her a moment to breathe. “It’ll hurt for just a second, but I promise, after that… there’s only pleasure. Are you ready?”

“What do you mea—.. AHHHH!”

Before she could answer, before my common sense could catch up to my lust, I pushed through.

PAT!

There wasn’t a single, sharp tear. It was more like a flower bud blooming too fast—a delicate pop, a sudden, yielding surrender.

“Ahh~… this is what I was born to do.”

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