"Are you sure you want to go through with this?" you ask Kronii.
She'd brought you to Fauna's home—the whole yard was overrun by flowers. They were pretty, sure, but it was hell trying to get to the front door.
"Don't worry about it, anon. Everything'll work out." She clicks her tongue, looking at the door.
It's locked—comically so. Four separate padlocks, a combination lock, and three others you can't recognize.
No barrier to the Warden of Time, however—she waves a hadn, and they fall off, time flowing in reverse for just a moment.
"Voila." She gestures at the door, and it opens inward, hinges screaming in protest. "There we go."
The house still has something of an ominous vibe—the lights are off in the halls, and it feels like you're trespassing. Which you are, of course.
There's one light on, however—a room at the end of the hall. You can make out what you think is Fauna's voice from behind it, little noises and moans muffled by the door.
"There she is." Kronii pushes past you to the door. "And it sounds like she's already warmed up! Great." She raps a knuckle on the door, and it opens as well.
Though this one has a bit more than squeaky hinges to offer—as it opens, a wave of pheremones rushes out from inside, finally given a place to go.
Pink, pollen-filled air hits you in the face as hard as a punch to the nose, spicy fragrance filling your nostrils and stinging your eyes.
"Woof, that's strong." Kronii waves a hand in front of her face, pushing away the pollen. Not being bound to a human physiology, she doesn't feel the symptoms that are currently enveloping you.
Your heart races, and your breath quickens—which only makes you breathe in more of theheady fragrance, blinking tears from your eyes.
With the door opened, you can also hear Fauna's cries more clearly—wanton moans, breath hitching as she caresses herself. It drives your own desires wild. Or maybe that's just the sex pollen. It coule be both.
"Ooh. That's a good look." Kronii smiles down at you as you double over, your body pulsing with heat and an overwhelming need. You lick your lips, sweat beading on your brow. "Go get her, babe," she whispers in your ear, stepping out of the way.
You obey—with the pounding in your head, it's hard to think of any course of action other than plowing Mother Nature until you collapse.
Her dress was already gone—she was completely nude except for the golden bangle on her ankle, lying on the bed while her fingers pumped in and out of her pussy. Her other hand palmed one of her breasts, teasing a painfully erect nipple.
As soon as you enter within her line of sight, however, her eyes snap open, focusing in on you despite the haze clouding them.
She pounces on you without warning—the pheremones grow even more intense than usual as she paws at your clothes. They quickly dissolve into their constituent fibers, a small pile of cotton and denim gathering around you as she shoves her lips on yours, tongue invading your mouth.
The closer she gets, the more intense your desire—were you mroe cogent, you might notice that the flowers entwined in her hair were the ones issuing forth the pollen.
You meet her sloppy kiss with equal enthusiasm, tongues dancing as her body presses up agianst yours. She's burning up—you didn't know being in heat was so literal—though you don't have much room to talk, heat filling your own body as you embrace her.
You're forced to pull away from her to breathe, though she doesn't want to let you—pouting adorably as you force her head back so that you can fill your lungs.
Fortunately, that gives her the opportunity to notice something else—namely, your cock pressed up against her leg, like an iron rod after the treatment of her pheremones.
"Ooh." Kronii watches from the sidelines, sliding in behind you as Fauna backs up slightly, a hand playing down your chest towards your penis. "Nice." Her eyes slide down your body, entwined with Fauna, her breasts—not as big as Kronii's, some part of you notes smugly—pressed against your chest as she tries to align her dripping slit with your length.
"Cock," Fauna exhales, the first intelligble word she's said so far. She lets out a small, sad noise as she fails to line herself up properly again, your cock sliding between her creamy thighs.
"Oh, for heaven's sake," Kronii sighs. "You're never going to get anywhere like that, girl." She steps in, bodily lifting Fauna away from you—she growls at the warden, narrowing her eyes at Kronii as she's pulled away. "Lie down," she tells you—the tone of command reaches you even through the cloud of pollen, and you obey instinctively. "Good boy." The crooning compliment sends a shiver down your spine, like it always does.
Kronii then unceremoniously drops Fauna on top of you—knocking the air out of you as the cock-hungry kirin captures your lips again, her slit grinding against your cock, just an inch away from slipping inside.

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Pub: 03 Sep 2021 04:59 UTC
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