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Written by: Me
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Remember to check my socials!
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But in stepping beyond it, she became a flower.\n \n ***\n \n —I told you, mom. —A young girl’s voice reckons in the distance, a mixture of anger and sadness—. I am not marrying him just because you say so. It is my life!\n This young girl, a member of the royal family –her name was Octavia Goetia. An owl demon of just 17 years of age that struggled between her youth and her duties as a princess.\n Her body, the best giveaway of what she could become. Her breasts; big but not too big, the perfect size to be played with. Her shape, like an hourglass of the old ages and her butt –it could steal your eyes at any time.\n —I do not fucking care! —A deeper feminine voice answered—. You are not throwing that body away to some random plebian.\n The second voice, her mother. Stella Goetia, a swan demon twice her age. She had seen the passage of time but like a good wine; those only improve as time goes on. And much like her daughter she was just as big if not bigger –breasts that could hide your face if buried between them and an ass that could kill a man. The true definition of a woman.\n Quick steps resonating across the halls of the palace signalled Octavia’s departure from the scene as she had no more words to share with her mother. Spiteful of having the same conversation over and over for the past few months. A time in which she had turn to an improvised confidant.\n Swiftly she approached her, the gardener Vexella. She had been there for Octavia ever since she had turn fifteen –the only feminine figure besides her mother and one that she felt the most connected to.\n She was just a shy shorter than Octavia, with crooked black horns, short black hair, and yellow eyes. Her skin was red like most imps with subtle white markings across her face; hands and tail. Different to Octavia she was both smaller in size but larger in others –not taking away from her femineity but accentuating her masculinity as well.\n And with a hidden secret not many knew about.\n —Your highness. —Vexella bowed to Octavia—. Good morning.\n —Wish I could say the same. —Octavia looked hurt—. But talking to my mother is like talking to a fucking wall.\n —Aren’t all mothers? —She gave a gentle chuckle—. I am certain she has your best interests at heart.\n —I am certain all interest she has in mind it is to take advantage of me. —Octavia continued to complain—. She keeps finding creeps for me to hook up with that I do not even know!\n —Well, love is a curious thing. —Vexella continued her gardening as she talked—. Can make one person weep and another one sing. Maybe you just need one of the latter.\n —Easier said than done…\n —So are all the best things in life.\n Octavia looked at Vexella with a gentle smile; softly blushing as she saw her go on and about with her duties. The more they talked the closer and deeper she felt their connection become.\n —Thank you Vex.\n With such last words, the owl princess made her way back inside. Ever since the last few confrontations with her mother, Vexella’s company was starting to feel increasingly like something deeper she could not fully understand. Her body heated and her breathing changed; if she were near her for too long, Octavia would blush.\n It was clear that she had gathered feelings for her, but in good young fashion; she was but oblivious to this fact, excusing it with whatever came to mind. Until she could not hide it anymore.\n At which point she would run to her room, grab her telescope, and continue her admiration through the lenses of a distant spy. Playing with herself until her mind turned blank. She wanted Vexella more than anything and she could not deny it anymore.\n One day, after yet another argument with her mother, Octavia did as she always does and reached for Vexella’s words. But this time she was nowhere to be seen and nowhere to be found.\n She looked everywhere but one place, the shack.\n Like many servants, she had her own place at the palace itself –her own home of sorts, a room for whatever she needed it for.\n And even when there was no rule that forbid Octavia from going in, she had forbidden herself from doing so as a form of respect –but her distress was such that she could only hope Vexella would understand.\n Besides, what is the worst that could happen?\n —Oh! Princess! —Vexella tried to cover her naked body—.\n —I am sorry, I am sorry! —Octavia covered her face, but did not move—.\n The moment the door opened; Octavia had caught her in the act –pleasing herself. And Vexella’s secret was finally known.\n Unlike many, she had both the body of a woman, and the body of a man. The owl girl could not stop herself from peeking at such a thing that she carried around.\n It was as if everything was just a build up for this moment alone, Octavia’s heart began racing like crazy and the blush was more present than ever. “In a blink and you miss it” moment the young girl had her hands around it before Vexella could do something about it.\n And the moment froze in time, with both eyes locked in the prize. It was long and thick and reacted to Via’s touch with a pulsating rhythm.\n Not a word was needed anymore. Both understood the situation required nothing to be said, but the signs of body language that exist upon intimacy.\n This shared moment proposed Vexella to show her age as she guided Octavia through it. First helping her hands up and down her shaft.\n The gentle touch of Octavia’s soft palm and small fingers around her big juicy cock felt better than anything the imp could even imagine; but that was just the beginning –Octavia immediately wanted more.\n Swiftly placing her beak around it as she began to suck Vexella off. The smell of her cock penetrating deep into her nostrils and embedding in her brain like a permanent mark of who her love belonged to.\n Vexella moaned intensely to it, the feeling of the princess’ tight but long throat pressing against her member as Octavia’s gag reflex activated –trying to close her trachea each time it went too deep. The owl girl’s tongue dancing as it tried to lubricate it one more inch with each thrust. Eventually having to give up, taking some air.\n Their eyes met during the break, and they knew how much they wanted each other. Getting naked simultaneously, followed by Vexella guiding Octavia into her bed –where, delicately, the princess laid on top.\n Placing the imp’s red cock between her breasts and started massaging it with them. Vexella thrusting her hips to Via’s rhythm as the owl kept her mouth open for a continuation of the previous fellatio.\n Her feathery tits made it feel like her cock was being caressed between two soft pillows; she never felt something like it before. She could cum just from that alone and it would have been worth it. But Vexella knew why Octavia was doing all of this, she understood that the princess was just following the words she told her the other day. This was her way to sing.\n The only right thing to do was to give the young girl the time of her life.\n So, she stopped Octavia on her tracks and with nothing but the movement of her own body –told her to lay down with her; under her, as she got on top of the girl.\n She spread her legs and exposed the princess’ cloaca –unhesitant she put her cock over it too.\n At first, the penetration was soft, and gentle –slow and with a clear sense of compassion. But Via’s inside was something like she had never experienced before. It would not take long before she could not manage herself as much.\n As for Octavia, the moment Vexella’s cock went inside her body, an opera of moaning and whimpering began to spawn from her mouth. She could feel her length taking away her womanhood, claiming her virginity as its sole owner and master. Octavia’s whole body shivered and quivered.\n She immediately begged for more by crossing her legs behind the imp’s ass –a message she so gently, yet violently accepted.\n Her thrusting quickly got rapid and aggressive. Vexella’s balls slapping against Octavia’s ass in perfect synchrony to the owl’s moaning.\n The harder she fucked her the hotter Via’s insides would turn, the wetter she would get. Like a fire that raged against the forest, burning anything that crossed its path.\n Octavia’s tits bounced around; the bed could barely stay in place. At one point the melody broke and the girl spoke:\n —Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, break me, make me yours. —Octavia begged—. Feed me your cock!\n Vexella had never seen this side of her but loved it either way.\n —As you wish, princess. —The imp replied—.\n Consequently, the big-dicked woman took it upon herself to do as she was ordered. She took Octavia’s hips and raised them, took her cock out of her cloaca, and switched to fuck her ass. If she were to break her, she would do it the way she knew best.\n Octavia; of course, did not expect such violent change, but welcomed it. She moaned harder than ever as the imp fucked her with all of her might.\n Her ass was tighter and hotter, Vexella could not tell how long she could last this way.\n With every new venture it was expected that the intensity would increase; but sometimes no matter the expectations; this can always be surpassed –Octavia was such scenario.\n —Princess… I am going to-\n —Cum, do it. Fill me with your seed. Make me yours my dear Vexella. —Octavia begged—.\n Maybe it was her youthful voice, the way she said her name or the fact that she had her own share of feelings for the princess as well –but those words felt like hitting the nail in the head at the first swing. She could not hold herself any more.\n —I am cumming!\n And cumming she did. Vexella’s seed quickly overflowed from Octavia’s ass, spreading across the bed and their crotches. Even while she still was cumming; Vexella had the power to switch back to her cloaca to fill it up as well as her whole body crashed.\n Yet, her hips still moved, fucking the owl some more –humping like a thirsty dog that begged for sweet mercy.\n Octavia loved every moment of it, she could sense Vexella’s warmth filling her insides, turning her into a mess of her former self. Now she felt at peace, she felt true fulfilment –like flowers that blossom after the worsts of hardships in the coldness of winter, exposing their beauty to the world.\n The same way Octavia now blossomed, happy to see the sunlight once more.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "In the shade of Lilies



       Beneath the broad, protective leaves of the lily garden, a single bud awaited the light. She had heard whispers in the rustling petals around her –tales of the sun’s touch, of the soft rain that awakened life within, and of the wind’s tender caress that carried the perfume of the world beyond.
       For so long, she clung to the familiar shade, afraid to stretch her fragile stems toward the unknown. But the sun did not wait, nor did the rains tarry. They beckoned her, not with force, but with the promise of a world she had yet to know.
       And so, one morning, the bud let herself unfurl. The first touch of sunlight kissed her petals, a warmth both startling and sweet. The rain followed, a soft embrace that seeped deep into her roots. Though the breeze was gentle, it carried with it the hum of change –a melody she could not resist.
       In the shade of lilies, she had been a bud. But in stepping beyond it, she became a flower.
      
       ***
      
       —I told you, mom. —A young girl’s voice reckons in the distance, a mixture of anger and sadness—. I am not marrying him just because you say so. It is my life!
       This young girl, a member of the royal family –her name was Octavia Goetia. An owl demon of just 17 years of age that struggled between her youth and her duties as a princess.
       Her body, the best giveaway of what she could become. Her breasts; big but not too big, the perfect size to be played with. Her shape, like an hourglass of the old ages and her butt –it could steal your eyes at any time.
       —I do not fucking care! —A deeper feminine voice answered—. You are not throwing that body away to some random plebian.
       The second voice, her mother. Stella Goetia, a swan demon twice her age. She had seen the passage of time but like a good wine; those only improve as time goes on. And much like her daughter she was just as big if not bigger –breasts that could hide your face if buried between them and an ass that could kill a man. The true definition of a woman.
       Quick steps resonating across the halls of the palace signalled Octavia’s departure from the scene as she had no more words to share with her mother. Spiteful of having the same conversation over and over for the past few months. A time in which she had turn to an improvised confidant.
       Swiftly she approached her, the gardener Vexella. She had been there for Octavia ever since she had turn fifteen –the only feminine figure besides her mother and one that she felt the most connected to.
       She was just a shy shorter than Octavia, with crooked black horns, short black hair, and yellow eyes. Her skin was red like most imps with subtle white markings across her face; hands and tail. Different to Octavia she was both smaller in size but larger in others –not taking away from her femineity but accentuating her masculinity as well.
       And with a hidden secret not many knew about.
       —Your highness. —Vexella bowed to Octavia—. Good morning.
       —Wish I could say the same. —Octavia looked hurt—. But talking to my mother is like talking to a fucking wall.
       —Aren’t all mothers? —She gave a gentle chuckle—. I am certain she has your best interests at heart.
       —I am certain all interest she has in mind it is to take advantage of me. —Octavia continued to complain—. She keeps finding creeps for me to hook up with that I do not even know!
       —Well, love is a curious thing. —Vexella continued her gardening as she talked—. Can make one person weep and another one sing. Maybe you just need one of the latter.
       —Easier said than done…
       —So are all the best things in life.
       Octavia looked at Vexella with a gentle smile; softly blushing as she saw her go on and about with her duties. The more they talked the closer and deeper she felt their connection become.
       —Thank you Vex.
       With such last words, the owl princess made her way back inside. Ever since the last few confrontations with her mother, Vexella’s company was starting to feel increasingly like something deeper she could not fully understand. Her body heated and her breathing changed; if she were near her for too long, Octavia would blush.
       It was clear that she had gathered feelings for her, but in good young fashion; she was but oblivious to this fact, excusing it with whatever came to mind. Until she could not hide it anymore.
       At which point she would run to her room, grab her telescope, and continue her admiration through the lenses of a distant spy. Playing with herself until her mind turned blank. She wanted Vexella more than anything and she could not deny it anymore.
       One day, after yet another argument with her mother, Octavia did as she always does and reached for Vexella’s words. But this time she was nowhere to be seen and nowhere to be found.
       She looked everywhere but one place, the shack.
       Like many servants, she had her own place at the palace itself –her own home of sorts, a room for whatever she needed it for.
       And even when there was no rule that forbid Octavia from going in, she had forbidden herself from doing so as a form of respect –but her distress was such that she could only hope Vexella would understand.
        Besides, what is the worst that could happen?
       —Oh! Princess! —Vexella tried to cover her naked body—.
       —I am sorry, I am sorry! —Octavia covered her face, but did not move—.
       The moment the door opened; Octavia had caught her in the act –pleasing herself. And Vexella’s secret was finally known.
       Unlike many, she had both the body of a woman, and the body of a man. The owl girl could not stop herself from peeking at such a thing that she carried around.
       It was as if everything was just a build up for this moment alone, Octavia’s heart began racing like crazy and the blush was more present than ever. “In a blink and you miss it” moment the young girl had her hands around it before Vexella could do something about it.
       And the moment froze in time, with both eyes locked in the prize. It was long and thick and reacted to Via’s touch with a pulsating rhythm.
       Not a word was needed anymore. Both understood the situation required nothing to be said, but the signs of body language that exist upon intimacy.
       This shared moment proposed Vexella to show her age as she guided Octavia through it. First helping her hands up and down her shaft.
       The gentle touch of Octavia’s soft palm and small fingers around her big juicy cock felt better than anything the imp could even imagine; but that was just the beginning –Octavia immediately wanted more.
       Swiftly placing her beak around it as she began to suck Vexella off. The smell of her cock penetrating deep into her nostrils and embedding in her brain like a permanent mark of who her love belonged to.
       Vexella moaned intensely to it, the feeling of the princess’ tight but long throat pressing against her member as Octavia’s gag reflex activated –trying to close her trachea each time it went too deep. The owl girl’s tongue dancing as it tried to lubricate it one more inch with each thrust. Eventually having to give up, taking some air.
       Their eyes met during the break, and they knew how much they wanted each other. Getting naked simultaneously, followed by Vexella guiding Octavia into her bed –where, delicately, the princess laid on top.
       Placing the imp’s red cock between her breasts and started massaging it with them. Vexella thrusting her hips to Via’s rhythm as the owl kept her mouth open for a continuation of the previous fellatio.
       Her feathery tits made it feel like her cock was being caressed between two soft pillows; she never felt something like it before. She could cum just from that alone and it would have been worth it. But Vexella knew why Octavia was doing all of this, she understood that the princess was just following the words she told her the other day. This was her way to sing.
       The only right thing to do was to give the young girl the time of her life.
       So, she stopped Octavia on her tracks and with nothing but the movement of her own body –told her to lay down with her; under her, as she got on top of the girl.
       She spread her legs and exposed the princess’ cloaca –unhesitant she put her cock over it too.
       At first, the penetration was soft, and gentle –slow and with a clear sense of compassion. But Via’s inside was something like she had never experienced before. It would not take long before she could not manage herself as much.
       As for Octavia, the moment Vexella’s cock went inside her body, an opera of moaning and whimpering began to spawn from her mouth. She could feel her length taking away her womanhood, claiming her virginity as its sole owner and master. Octavia’s whole body shivered and quivered.
       She immediately begged for more by crossing her legs behind the imp’s ass –a message she so gently, yet violently accepted.
       Her thrusting quickly got rapid and aggressive. Vexella’s balls slapping against Octavia’s ass in perfect synchrony to the owl’s moaning.
       The harder she fucked her the hotter Via’s insides would turn, the wetter she would get. Like a fire that raged against the forest, burning anything that crossed its path.
       Octavia’s tits bounced around; the bed could barely stay in place. At one point the melody broke and the girl spoke:
       —Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck me, break me, make me yours. —Octavia begged—. Feed me your cock!
       Vexella had never seen this side of her but loved it either way.
       —As you wish, princess. —The imp replied—.
       Consequently, the big-dicked woman took it upon herself to do as she was ordered. She took Octavia’s hips and raised them, took her cock out of her cloaca, and switched to fuck her ass. If she were to break her, she would do it the way she knew best.
       Octavia; of course, did not expect such violent change, but welcomed it. She moaned harder than ever as the imp fucked her with all of her might.
       Her ass was tighter and hotter, Vexella could not tell how long she could last this way.
       With every new venture it was expected that the intensity would increase; but sometimes no matter the expectations; this can always be surpassed –Octavia was such scenario.
       —Princess… I am going to-
       —Cum, do it. Fill me with your seed. Make me yours my dear Vexella. —Octavia begged—.
       Maybe it was her youthful voice, the way she said her name or the fact that she had her own share of feelings for the princess as well –but those words felt like hitting the nail in the head at the first swing. She could not hold herself any more.
       —I am cumming!
       And cumming she did. Vexella’s seed quickly overflowed from Octavia’s ass, spreading across the bed and their crotches. Even while she still was cumming; Vexella had the power to switch back to her cloaca to fill it up as well as her whole body crashed.
       Yet, her hips still moved, fucking the owl some more –humping like a thirsty dog that begged for sweet mercy.
       Octavia loved every moment of it, she could sense Vexella’s warmth filling her insides, turning her into a mess of her former self. Now she felt at peace, she felt true fulfilment –like flowers that blossom after the worsts of hardships in the coldness of winter, exposing their beauty to the world.
       The same way Octavia now blossomed, happy to see the sunlight once more.

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