The Woman He Treasured

“....”

For the first time in his life, he was seeing this part of a woman up close.

And oddly enough, it wasn’t as shocking as he’d imagined.

It was the same soft pink as her lips—just as delicate as he’d pictured.

His seed was smeared across her skin, catching the dim light, but it didn’t feel obscene.

If she’d let him, he’d gladly lower himself and lap at her like a starving animal.

There was a bit of swelling, but nothing that seemed off.

Still... where had she taken him in?

The entrance had sealed shut, guarding the place he’d only been allowed to enter for the briefest moment.

“Here...?”

He reached for the little nub he’d spent so long tormenting.

It was red, swollen, flushed with sensitivity.

At the slightest touch, her body gave a faint jolt, her eyes fluttering halfway shut.

And then—something unbelievable happened.

Her petals trembled open, soft and slick... and there it was.

The entrance.

The one he’d entered, thrust into, spilled himself inside.