"Soaking in a Luscious Pool" - An Alraune/Yuri story. Rated M due to explicit content.
I need to find a way to delete said post, formatting is messed to shit.
Regarding the ending to Sweet Alraunectar
Some have voiced their distaste for the way Sweet Alraunectar ended, as one might believe (such as myself) when one person says it, there are usually a hundred other individuals who are most likely thinking the same thing. I have plans to write a Part 2 (and maybe a Part 3) regarding Sacchen (The OC who ends up with Mamano relations), the Alraune and his precious honey bees. Trust me when I say that it isn't going to end with a ending as bitter as that was, I was simply setting up for Part 2.
Those who want Tsenkara to pay, trust me, he'll get his due... or will he? Remember, there are no sad endings for anybody outside of the Order (and I'm not too sure on the position for that either); so he just might get away, depending on where the …
Sweet Alraunectar (Full Story)
Author's note: Thanks to all those who wanted to see more what I typed up earlier this morning. I decided I really liked what I typed up in the comments section/blog, and wanted to do a full fledged story on this. Thanks for reading, and please tell me what you think when you finish!
Delicate hands rose, spraying nicely around an early autumn field. The flowers decorating the soil appeared to be happy and serene. The hands spraying pleasant smelling chemicals belonged to a young man who appeared to be in his late teens. Out on his own, he was young for a ward that was out on his lonesome; though he had no choice. His parents had departed earlier when he began ripening into the golden ages of masculinity. Now, near the eighteenth year of h…
Sweet Alraunectar
I am a busy-body bee keeper. The forest and everything about it is my life. Honey bees and Alraune have been in my life since I was a child. My parents raised me on Alraune nectar and kept me near a forest full of them, that way I may smell the sweet smell of their nectar when I wake up and go to bed, getting me used to being around them. My father was a bee keeper, which is where I get the need to be one from.
I keep to myself regularly, tending to my many honey bees and the queens, doing as I can stay afloat in the MGE world like most of us. I work hard, I'm happy; my bee honey sells well enough to pay for the land, keep the alvearies warm and put food on my plate. My bees see me as somebody to keep them safe thanks to the small tec…