Page 72 of Hollyhocks

I can barely stand.

Sliding down the wall, the material of my Snapdragons Garage shirt tugs on the brick, no doubt ruining it.

I’m too tired to care. I’ll take a quick nap on my porch. Right here. Just a few minutes.

That’s…all…I’ll…need.

I’m standing in the middle of an empty store. There are mirrors all along the walls and the floors are slick polished concrete. There are long silver poles evenly spaced between one another. Surrounding the poles are thick mats. The lighting is dim and sultry. Circular red couches strategically surround every pole.

A soft slow beat begins to thump the speakers anchored to the wall.

“Sit down, Doe Eyes. Let me put on a show for you.” Holly’s voice cuts through the music, forcing me to move my legs.

I do as I’m told because I want to be her good boy.

The floor is cold against the pads of my feet as I walk over to the couch, plopping down on the red velvet cushions. The material is soft and warm against the palm of my hand.

A finger under my chin forces my head up. I’m staring into glowing amber irises while falling in love with her horns. Holly’s blue hair cascades down her shoulders, the left side of her head is freshly shaved and I fucking love it. I bite my lower lip, leaning forward to rob her of a kiss.

Her tail slithers over her shoulder and it shoves into my chest to push me back.

“Behave, Doe Eyes.”

The tail wraps around my throat, giving me a slight squeeze.

“Sit down. Keep your hands to yourself. And watch the show I put on for you. Can you do that for me?” she asks, taking a step onto the mat platform.

I nod in a daze.

She grins. “That’s my good boy.”

She’s wearing a sheer black top with emerald gems decorating the middle to cover her nipples. Her cleavage is pushed up, the dim lights shining on the tops of the swells. My mouth fucking waters. I want more.

The panties match, the emeralds glittering with wealth, and hiding the tight pussy I want to sink into it.

I rub a hand over my mouth while taking a deep breath to maintain control. I have to be good, or she won’t give me what I want. I’m her good boy and I have to behave as such.

“If I’m going to dance, I need something pretty to look at.” Holly snaps her fingers and my clothes disappear.

I’m sitting naked on the couch now. My reflection in the mirrors shows the state I’m in. My legs are slightly spread,giving me a view of my erect cock standing straight. I reach for my shaft for a quick touch when her wings stretch out in front of her and pin my arms on the couch.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself,” she growls. “I’ll touch you when I’m ready. I’ll make you come when I fucking want you to come.” Her shifted tentacled tongue swipes across my cheek, and I moan, wishing she would suck my cock. “And when I do, you’ll pump me full of every drop. Won’t you?” she croons, kissing the shell of my ear. “Are you going to breed me, Doe Eyes?” She hums, straddling my lap, and my cock jerks with a bead of precome dripping off the tip. “I need you to. I want you bound to me in every single way.”

I’m gasping for breath, my chest rising and falling in anticipated beats. “I want nothing more. Fuck me, Wildflower.” I reach for her thighs to pull her down on me when her wings slam me down.

She’s put me in my place.

And I fucking love it.

“I can’t breed that pretty little cunt if you won’t let me.”

A villainous laughter ignites her. “You’re so cute if you think you have any say in what I want to do and take from you.” Her lips find mine and they form together. The softness of her lips against mine feels like home.

I never want to be anywhere except with Holly, our bodies touching, and our lips connected. I push against her wings to be freed. My arms twitch to wrap around her and pull her close. She doubles down, pressing me harder onto the couch.

“Behave,” she warns in a flirtatious quip.

She’s a vision, and I can’t focus on anything other than her body so close to mine. “You make it so difficult to be good.” I inhale a deep breath, leaning forward for another kiss.

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