✨🌿 Deep in the woodland grove, where sunlight dripped like h..
✨🌿 Deep in the woodland grove, where sunlight dripped like honey through the leaves, Thalia felt something shift. It wasn’t the breeze or the birdsong—it came from Lauren. Or rather, from the satchel draped around her shoulder.
A quiet thrum pulsed from it, like a heartbeat wrapped in silk.
Thalia slowed, her eyes dropping to the satchel. “Your bag…” she murmured, voice suddenly hushed. “It’s calling to me.”
Lauren tilted her head, that same soft, knowing smile playing on her lips. “Then answer it.”
Thalia reached inside, breath catching as her fingers closed around something firm, warm, and impossibly right. She drew it out—a phallus, made of polished bark and thick with ancient life. Strong. Unyielding. Natural.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t hesitate. She turned, hips lowering as she bent forward, trembling slightly as everything seemed to hush around her.
“I’ve bloomed a thousand ways,” she whispered, voice low and reverent, “but never like this.”
It was the first time she felt that kind of fullness in her most sacred place—her main center of pleasure. Not just touched… but transformed.
And the trees, her lifelong companions, swayed with delight.
Sometimes, even a garden fairy needs something wild to root her.
