Seamus startled when he finally noticed Aconite. He hadn't felt her presence at all, which made him narrow his eyes.

"Since when were you here?"

Dahlia grabbed his chin calmly. "Don't mind her. Everything in this garden and even the mansion, she can see and hear."

She grinned. "She loves stalking us."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered against his ear, her breath warm and sweet.

"Kiss me, Seamus. I'm in the mood for something gentle and vanilla."

He nodded and leaned in. Their lips met softly at first, then with growing heat as he sucked her lips.

There was a strange spicy sweetness to her taste, almost like cinnamon but overpowering in a way only she could make addictive.

Dahlia moaned, rolling her tongue along his lips before biting him gently. He opened for her, and their tongues tangled together in slow, sensual strokes.

Their breaths mingled, their mouths messy from the shared warmth, and his tongue slid against her canine.

Her body pressed harder into him, her fingers slipping down to unbutton his shirt with careful, almost teasing patience.

"Mmhh… Seamus. Let me eat your cock," she whispered when they finally pulled apart.

"Yeah, sure. But… ugh."

His gaze drifted back to Aconite, who still stood there with a completely blank expression, staring without a single blink.

"Oh, Aconite, sweetheart, you forgot to blink again. You're scaring him," Dahlia said while her hand slid down his stomach, wrapping around his hardening length and stroking just enough to make him shudder.

"Sorry. Forgot."

Aconite blinked once. The stare didn't get any less unsettling.

Dahlia kneeled in front of him, her skirt brushing the dirt. Seamus frowned. "Isn't that uncomfortable? Let's just do it inside."

"Aww, worried about me? That's cute. But Aconite can help." Dahlia turned. "Make the garden nicer?"

Aconite nodded quickly. "I can still watch, right? Ulrich says sex is inappropriate and dirty, but he is just old-fashioned."

She snapped her fingers.

The entire garden shifted. The rough ground became soft green moss, warm and plush like a bed.

Vines rose behind Seamus and shaped themselves into a living tree-back for support, catching him before he could fall.

Flowers opened above them, turning into a roof that released a sweet, dizzying scent.

"Uh… thanks, I guess?" he muttered.

"Is that an aphrodisiac?" he asked as the heat rushed through his body.

"Nice. My sister knows how to make things hotter. God, my pussy is itching already."

Dahlia moaned and pulled down her zipper with her teeth.

His trousers dropped. Dahlia leaned in and sniffed his cock through the black underwear before dragging her tongue slowly over the fabric, making it wet with her saliva and his leaking precum.

"Goddamn, you're so hot, Dahlia."

She smirked, pulled his underwear down inch by inch, and his wet cock sprang free and slapped her cheek.

It was already rock-hard, veins standing out along the length, the aphrodisiac working through him like fire.

Dahlia felt the heat too. She lowered her head and kissed his balls hungrily, licking them with slow strokes while one hand gently massaged their weight of them.

Her other hand held his ankle for balance as she pressed her face into him.

"Hahhh… hahhh… even your smell is enough to make me cum…"

Dahlia's voice trembled. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath hot, and her face buried so deep in his pubic hair she looked drunk on him.

"Fuck, just put it in your mouth already," Seamus groaned.

His control slipped fast. He grabbed the living tree behind him just to steady himself.

"Okayhh…" she whispered.

She lifted her head and licked him from the base to the tip, swirling over the head before opening her mouth wide.

She took him in slowly at first, but she didn't stop until her lips pressed against his base and her nose brushed his skin.

His shaft stretched her mouth wide, but she didn't complain. She only moaned around him, eyes fluttering.

The sight was too much. Seamus grabbed a fistful of her hair and thrust his hips forward, pushing even deeper.

"So warm…" he murmured, shuddering at the way her throat squeezed around him like a tight, wet fist.

"Hnnmph! Nnngh!"

He didn't know what she was trying to say, but her eyes told him everything. She wanted it brutal. She wanted to be used until her throat shook. She wanted him to wreck her.

Seamus licked his lips and pulled out until only the tip remained. Dahlia gasped for air, mouth hanging open, tongue out like a starving animal.

He slammed back in. Hard.

Dahlia gagged instantly.

"Ghh! Hnngh!"

Her eyes rolled, tears gathering at the corners as her throat convulsed around him. Her hands flew to his thighs, gripping hard, trying to steady herself as he fucked into her mouth with no mercy.

The gagging only made him harder. Her throat trembled around him with every thrust, adding a mind-numbing pleasure that made his legs tense.

He kept going, pulling her head back and forth like she was nothing but a warm, willing toy.

Saliva and precum splattered down her chin, dripping onto her chest and the soft moss beneath them. She didn't care. She was moaning around him the whole time.

Her free hand slid between her legs. She fingered herself desperately, messy and loud, her body shaking from the mix of throat-fucking and pleasure.

"Hahh— can't believe you love this," he grinned, watching her tongue still try to swirl around the tip even while she choked.

"Fuck, I'm really going to destroy your throat," Seamus growled, thrusting even faster.

The crude, wet grok-grok-grok filled the garden. Dahlia's face turned a little blue, but she still wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him deeper, eyes rolled back like she was in heaven.

"I can't— I'm going to cum!" he snarled.

He slammed one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

He came hard. Hot, thick seed flooded her throat.

It was so much that it spilled out from the sides of her mouth and even out of her nose, but Dahlia swallowed every drop she could, gulping like she had waited days for it.

When he finally let go of her head, she collapsed onto the soft moss. She coughed, sweat slicking her skin, chest rising and falling with shaky breaths.

Her mouth and chin were a mess. So was the wet heat between her thighs.

Seamus dropped down beside her, catching his breath.

Before the exhaustion even reached him, his cock twitched, hardened again, and stood back up.

Aconite stared openly.

She swallowed hard.

And didn't blink.

It was the first time in her long life that she could feel warmth rising through her body and face, making her feel strange.

Especially in her lower parts, the place she had never touched before.

But seeing Dahlia fingering herself made her murmur, "Ah, so that's how you use it."

She bit her lip as the vines shifted and shaped themselves into a soft chair, supporting her as she sat and leaned back.

She lifted her dress and parted her legs with unsure hands. The sensation felt strange as her fingers brushed over her wet panties, the fabric clinging to her.

"This is how humans mate? How strange. Just like animals. Just like Ulrich said, it feels dirty and unholy," she commented, but when she pressed the small bump beneath the cloth, she jolted at the sudden shock of pleasure.

"What was that?" she whispered, confused and a little breathless.

"Oh? It seems my sister wants to try it too," Dahlia said, making Aconite jump.

The black-haired woman grinned and tugged Seamus toward her, forcing him to see exactly what Aconite was touching.

For the first time in her thousand years, Aconite felt embarrassed, an odd instinct telling her to hide her exposed private parts. But as she moved to cover herself, Dahlia stopped her.

"Oh no, don't do that," Dahlia said, grabbing Seamus by the shoulder and pushing him down to the ground, right in front of Aconite's pussy.

His warm breath ghosted over her skin, making her flinch and gasp.

"Don't worry. I'll make you feel good, Aconite. Just relax and enjoy," he said as he took hold of her waist and pulled her closer so he could reach her comfortably. His touch was steady, confident, and far too warm.

"Ugh… uuhh… I don't know. This is weird," she muttered, but Dahlia placed a finger gently in front of her mouth.

"Don't worry. Seamus is really good at this. Haven't you heard the rumors? You're in good hands."

Aconite swallowed hard as Seamus leaned in. When his tongue finally brushed her sensitive bead, her head snapped back and her whole body trembled.

"Oh no, it feels so weird," she murmured, voice unsteady.

But she didn't pull away. Her thighs quivered, her breathing quickened, and despite her confusion, she gulped again, wanting to feel more of that strange sensation traveling through her body.

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