Madam Kazami sits on her patio, admiring her golden field as it worships its god, each

flower emblazoned with patterning resemblant to that of the setting sun god they
follow so dearly. Uncrossing her sleek, socked* legs: Yuuka stands, bidding her floral
haven adieu; she glides through her front door, closing it with a firm yet gentle push.

As she lets the door latch reach its resting place, she stands, glares, piercing – no,
impaling – me with her deep crimson eyes, radiating out the lunacy that dwells within
her like a scarlet mist, collecting on my skin like a fine dew. The flower master’s look
emanates a thousand emotions. Frustration, hesitation, a hint of disgust and little
could I pick up in that moment: a suppressed sense of… Lust? Just seeing me there,
depleted, weak, defenceless. It spelled up this conflicting feeling inside of Miss
Kazami, one that questioned her morals. He’s just a human, it’s not as if anyone will
notice his disappearance if I just keep him. Whilst she continued to query her next
move, I properly came to my senses. “I apologise, what was your name again, madam?”
Yuuka jumps, “Kazami, Yuuka Kazami. But please call me Madam Kazami, sir”
“Thank you, err, Madam Kazami.”
“A pleasure.” slips through her pursed lips, her left eye twitching adding a
dubiousness to the sincerity of her kindness. “Now, what makes you think you can just
spew your amateur spells all about the place? Such inefficient magic will drain your
mana faster than Lady Yuyuko can drain my pantry every time she visits~” “You are
quite lucky not to have landed on one of my many beloved sunflowers.” she adds. “You
really must pay attention to your remaining energy before flying over private
property~”
“Yes, so sorry Madam. I promise not to repeat my mistakes.”
“Oh, you won’t.” Kazami ominously utters. I swallow.
“What do you mean, Madam Kazami?”
“Fufufu~” Yuuka giggles before softly closing her eyes, tilting her head and smiling
deviously. “You’ll see, Mr. Ordinary Magician~”

Kazami’s eyes open once again, perverse thoughts racing throughout her mind. She
approaches, I struggle. I sink into her throw pillows, it’s like bolting through
quicksand. “Wriggle all you want, little night bug~” Yuuka speaks softly, “You cannot
escape me~” The direction I sink changes as Kazami sits beside my feeble body. A
dainty hand grips my delicate foot, locking me in place. “Wh- what do you want from
me?” I stutter.
“As I said, young magician, you will see. Now relax yourself, I don’t bite – not
anymore.” Yuuka turns her body to face mine, she glares between my legs, down my
torso, at my fearful face. Her shoes drop from her feet as she lifts her legs upon the
sofa with me. A seductive glare is shot my way. Bullseye. Going quadrupedal, her
improperly buttoned shirt sags, exposing her hanging cleavage. “Like what you see,
boy? Fufufu~” My face dives a deeper scarlet than a chrysanthemum. Yuuka crawls
past my abdomen, her devil’s mounds* drag across my body as she has her way with
me.
Our faces are suspended not a centimetre apart. Her features become a blur, beauty
unrecognisable – a damned shame. The gap between us grows ever shorter as out of
instinct, we both pucker up*…

Chu

After that first contact, she lowers herself upon me, attempting round two. More
intense, her hands glide up to my cheeks, her sharp fingernails pressing deep into my
face. Something wets my dehydrated lips: Yuuka’s cool snakelike tongue – being
similar to a snake itself, not forked as the actual tongue of a snake would be. The
snake burrows, slithering between my narrow lips and lashing at my front teeth
before it. Finding an opening it crawls below my overbite where it finds a mate to
mingle with; my own tongue. However unlike the tango that may be envisioned during
the usual embrace of two’s lips, the floral queen’s violently lustful temperament
turned this dance into a wrestling match between a young snake and a python. Our lips
part, the snakes bid farewell as they slither from each other. Our eyes open, that
young snake’s innocence escapes through her cherry irises, despite her overwhelming
sexuality dominating our exchange. Though her control over me was clear, Yuuka in
reality was desperate for me to take that from her. Unfortunately, I struggled to
take the hint. Due to my ignorance Madam Kazami decided to take a more direct
approach…

“Fuck me, you false magician, you”

“Wh- wh-”
“Shhhh~ You heard me~” Yuuka lifts her tartan patterned skirt to reveal her jet
black lingerie visible through the lower denier of her tights nearer her crotch, faded
by decades of rubbing and grinding against furniture to curb her animalistic
tendencies without a mate to satisfy her. But now the mate was here, eyes locked
onto Yuuka’s sopping plughole. By this time, she was so desperate to relieve her built
up sexual tension that any amount of foreplay would have gotten her going. Gentle
rubbing during our kiss must have been the culprit. She cannot resist it anymore. She
tears her tights from her smooth hips, yanking down her panties not soon after. A
slender finger traces down my abdomen, until it reaches the zip upon my trousers.
From there, the index finger’s usual partner – Yuuka’s thumb – collects the other side
of the zipper. Her hand drags down. Now merely a sheet of fabric holds in the
ferocious beast that will be Yuuka’s prey, it beats at the walls of its cell and creates
an appreciation for Madam Kazami to gawk at. A drop of drool falls from Yuuka’s
gaping mouth and dampens the cloth holding her meal at bay.

Twitch
In that instant, at the sudden movement of my shaft, Yuuka’s eyes shine brighter
than ever before. She hauls down my jeans, rips open my boxers and exposes her
towering prize. What seems like involuntarily, she slams herself down onto and around
my towering tree. “Kyaah~!” Yuuka’s eyes roll back and her tongue drops to her chin.
She lifts back up, plap. She lifts up again, plap. Once more, plap. She gets into a
rhythm of up, down, up down: she digs her sharp red claws deep into my hips to keep
her sturdy. Up, down, up, down. Plap, plap, plap, plap. She lets out another moan,
“Aaauhhhhnnnmmm~~”

Yuuka cums, drenching my crotch and her pillows in her feminine fluids. The release
of such warmth charges my lust, and following Yuuka, I ejaculate deep inside of her
spongy pussy. Deflorating the floral master. She collapses onto me, our hands meeting
and our fingers interlocking. Our faces are suspended not a centimetre apart.

“You make a good toy, magician, you should stay. Maybe I’ll give you a little more
control when you learn to reserve your mana a little better~”

~End~
I think...