Circle of Magic: Briar Moss/wisteria
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kinkfestTitle: Purple Haze
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Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 387
Prompt: Guilty pleasures, masturbation, loving flowers a little too much - "most petals are soft, almost like cool, dewed skin"
A/N: Set at some undetermined time after "The Will of the Empress". Also, I have reverted to my "when in doubt of a title, name it after a song" style.
The guesthouse on Sandry's estates had a fine growth of wisteria at the far corner. It ranged up to the roof, covered several windows, and seemed like it would take over the whole west side of the house with another ten years of neglect. As beautiful as the waterfall of purple flowers was, it had to be stopped.
With careful hand and sharp blade, Briar struggled to bring it under some sort of control. The girls knew he started his days early with the wisteria, because if he didn't, he would never get anything done before the heat drove him inside.
He didn't tell them what he let the wisteria do to him in the cool grey light before dawn.
It was easy to slip off his breeches. The chill raised goose-bumps on his skin, and the dewy grass soaked his feet as he stepped up to the yearning flowers and welcoming vines.
Trails of flowers draped over his shoulders, skin-soft purple petals brushing over his nipples. With his body sensitized by the cold, it sent little shocks through his system, like tiny, pleasurable bolts of lightning. Thick wood vines curled up his legs and down his arms in the direction that a clock's hands ran as the wisteria wove more of itself around Briar. His breath hitched as more and more of the purple flowers touched sensitive places on his body. The one shifting against his earlobe nearly made him whimper.
Soft, so soft and cool against his warming skin, like a noblewoman's hands, a queen's hands.
The wisteria whispered its love for him as thin woody tendrils wove through his hair and rubbed against his scalp, and he tried not to say "I love you" in return.
Instead, he asked the wisteria to release his right arm. It peeled back reluctantly, and he flinched internally at the bands of white on his skin.
He wrapped his hand around his prick and squeezed as trail-ends of softly purple flowers brushed teasingly across his length. It was a torment, and he needed it as much as the release.
He jerked his hand once, twice, three times-
-The too quickly building sensations exploded, and the plant part of him declared that this was what it felt like to bloom.
End
Author:
beckyh2112Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 387
Prompt: Guilty pleasures, masturbation, loving flowers a little too much - "most petals are soft, almost like cool, dewed skin"
A/N: Set at some undetermined time after "The Will of the Empress". Also, I have reverted to my "when in doubt of a title, name it after a song" style.
The guesthouse on Sandry's estates had a fine growth of wisteria at the far corner. It ranged up to the roof, covered several windows, and seemed like it would take over the whole west side of the house with another ten years of neglect. As beautiful as the waterfall of purple flowers was, it had to be stopped.
With careful hand and sharp blade, Briar struggled to bring it under some sort of control. The girls knew he started his days early with the wisteria, because if he didn't, he would never get anything done before the heat drove him inside.
He didn't tell them what he let the wisteria do to him in the cool grey light before dawn.
It was easy to slip off his breeches. The chill raised goose-bumps on his skin, and the dewy grass soaked his feet as he stepped up to the yearning flowers and welcoming vines.
Trails of flowers draped over his shoulders, skin-soft purple petals brushing over his nipples. With his body sensitized by the cold, it sent little shocks through his system, like tiny, pleasurable bolts of lightning. Thick wood vines curled up his legs and down his arms in the direction that a clock's hands ran as the wisteria wove more of itself around Briar. His breath hitched as more and more of the purple flowers touched sensitive places on his body. The one shifting against his earlobe nearly made him whimper.
Soft, so soft and cool against his warming skin, like a noblewoman's hands, a queen's hands.
The wisteria whispered its love for him as thin woody tendrils wove through his hair and rubbed against his scalp, and he tried not to say "I love you" in return.
Instead, he asked the wisteria to release his right arm. It peeled back reluctantly, and he flinched internally at the bands of white on his skin.
He wrapped his hand around his prick and squeezed as trail-ends of softly purple flowers brushed teasingly across his length. It was a torment, and he needed it as much as the release.
He jerked his hand once, twice, three times-
-The too quickly building sensations exploded, and the plant part of him declared that this was what it felt like to bloom.
End
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Date: 2007-07-08 07:19 pm (UTC)Also, Briar/Plant. I so had to squee when I read that prompt, and you wrote him beautifully.
Briar! ♥
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Date: 2007-07-08 09:49 pm (UTC)I'm glad I did a good Briar, since this is the first time I've tried to write Circle fic. Quite love the series, but I've never been inspired to do anything before.
I'm glad you enjoyed it!