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Elias stumbled through the spring forest, dew soaking his trousers until they clung to his thighs. The painted eggs beckoned him deeper—pink, blue, gold—each pulsing with warmth against his palm. When the earth swallowed him, he fell into a cavern alive with light, landing softly on a bed of moss that smelled of rain and lilacs. She stood before him, hair like moonlit wheat, eyes silver-lilac pools. Her simple dress clung to curves shaped by centuries of spring’s longing. As she approached, Elias’s breath caught—not at her beauty alone, but at the scent of arousal blooming between them, thick as honeysuckle. "Few find this place," she whispered, her fingers tracing his jaw. "Fewer still feel it." When her lips met his, Elias moaned into her mouth. Her tongue tasted of crushed petals and honey. His hands fumbled at the ties of her dress until it pooled at her feet, revealing breasts tipped with nipples the color of dawn, already hardened. She guided his hand between her legs, where her vulva glistened—labia flushed pink, clitoris swollen beneath his touch. "Remember me," she breathed, pushing him onto the moss. She straddled him, her wetness soaking through his trousers. With a gasp, she tore the fabric aside, freeing his erection. Her folds parted like silk as she sank onto him, taking every inch deep. Elias cried out at the heat, her inner walls fluttering around his shaft as she rode him with slow, grinding rolls of her hips. "See how the world forgets?" she murmured, arching to take him deeper. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each thrust. "Remember this."nSeed pods overhead trembled as Elias gripped her hips, thrusting upward. Her moans echoed through the cavern—high, keening sounds that shook glowing pollen from the walls. When he came, spilling inside her, she clenched around him, milking his cock until he shuddered. Her own climax followed, a gasp that became laughter as her nectar mixed with his seed on their thighs. At dawn, Elias awoke alone in the clearing, his clothes intact but skin still humming. Between his legs, the ghost of her warmth lingered. And every spring thereafter, when he returned to the forest, he’d find her waiting—legs spread, petals glistening—ready to be remembered all over again.
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