✨🌿 Before she met Lauren the Enchantress, Thalia spent her d..
Added 2025-05-12 15:11:06 +0000 UTC✨🌿 Before she met Lauren the Enchantress, Thalia spent her days deep in the green. She whispered to blossoms, coiled vines around her thighs like bracelets, and let the soil stain her knees as she tended to every delicate root.
But even surrounded by softness—petals, moss, mist—Thalia longed for something different.
Something that wouldn't wither at her touch.
Something strong enough to stay inside her, no matter how much she clenched around it.
She didn’t speak of this need, but it grew wild inside her like an untamed ivy—twisting, reaching, aching. Because for Thalia, true pleasure had never come from the expected places. Only in her second hole had she ever bloomed. It was there that she felt most alive, most real—where the ache turned to ecstasy.
And so, in the quiet hours of early morning, Thalia would slip away from the gardens. There, among stone and thistle, she'd fill herself with something her flowers could never give her.
Something hard. Heavy. Indestructible.
It grounded her. Anchored her. Reminded her that even the gentlest hands sometimes crave unshakable pressure.
Only later, when she met Lauren, would she discover a magic that matched that ache in her core—one that filled her in ways even stone could not.
