We spent some time in the shower after that. We washed and explored every crevice of each other. She used her mouth and tits to make me cum. She swallowed every drop without any issues. I found a small spot on her rib cage that gave her giggling fits when I kissed or touched it. To the point she floated away until I promised to stop. She figured out rubbing the base of my wings basically turned me into a puddle of goo since I apparently hold my stress there. When we were finished we spoke for hours while lying in bed. Turns out when you are a thousand year old Genie/Succubus you have a story or two.
"I can't believe you no longer have Tevalian flowers!" she exclaimed. She put her head in her hands and shook it in disbelief.
"Well some could exist somewhere but my phone and Silk," I waved my phone at her showing her the screen and the article I had found about the flowers, "are telling me that they are completely extinct. Apparently a flower that grows really big and reproduces by sexually assaulting whatever walks by pissed off an Inquisitor at one point."
"They don't assault you!!!" she said, "They literally ask for consent via pheromones! Just cause this stupid Inquisitor couldn't respond with the right pheromone to say no doesn't mean the flower...ugh!" She flopped backwards into the bed and I watched her breasts jiggle from the impact. Her soft cock flopped back onto her stomach and then slid down her right side until its eye was pointed at me. The sight was arousing to say the least.
I looked back at my phone and looked at the flowers shown in the article. They were absolutely massive. The smallest ones I saw were about three feet tall. The blossom petals were shaped like the tips of spears and were bright orange in color. The anthers were long, blue, and dripping in nectar which according to the article actually had minor healing powers. The honey bees made from these flowers were supposed to have the same effect and also be a pretty good aphrodisiac. They were semi sentient like Zara described but lacked true intelligence. Apparently reproducing with these things meant getting a large seed pumped inside you. Eventually the seed would cause you to have a very powerful orgasm and something about how an enzyme in orgasmic fluids actually breaks down the outer shell of the seed and you would basically blast out a small blossom ready to take root into the soil nearby. Pretty interesting plant, plus they would actually tend to the greenery nearby and help it grow because lush areas attracted more wildlife and people to allow the flower to reproduce.
The seeds were large as well. About the size of a football. They looked just like your basic seed but with a thick white shell. Small vein looking bumps dotted the surface like the veins on a leaf.
My brain started to formulate a plan as I analyzed the seeds dimensions and thought if I had the talent to do what I was planning. I looked over at Zara and she actually looked genuinely upset. That was not allowed as far as I was concerned.
"I have an idea." I said matter of factly. I stood up and began getting dressed with a purpose. I grabbed one of my shirts and a pair of shorts and handed them to Zara. "Put these on, we are going for a drive."
Zara threw them on quickly and not surprising my oversized shirt did little to conceal her breasts. My shorts did an okay job at concealing her cock when she stood up but when she sat down in my buggy a few minutes later it was obvious what lay underneath. Which I didn't mind at all and I definitely wasn't aiming for potholes to watch them jiggle and bounce on the way to the storage unit. Zara was looking out the window taking in all the sights. If she had been inside that picture frame since the Madam of the Painted Pleasure left then she had about twenty years of catching up to do. I answered all of her questions when she saw something new which was almost every minute. Then I listened carefully when she saw something she recognized and several times had to adjust myself in my pants. The stories she told about being ravaged in several different locations had me aching to re-enact a few of them.
When we finally reached the storage unit I backed the buggy up to the door and shut it off. "Come on, I am gonna need some help hooking my trailer to the buggy." I stepped out of the buggy and unlocked the door to the unit by punching my rune keycode into the pad on the right side of the orange shed. Zara floated out of the window and came up behind me.
"And what exactly is in this trailer?" she asked as the door slid up into the ceiling and revealed my enclosed twenty foot red trailer. Then she smiled and jokingly added, "Is it your secret stash of porn and your sex dungeon?"
I laughed as I pulled the key for the trailer door out of my pocket. "No but if your abilities work the way you say they do it might as well be the equivalent."
She looked at me curiously and floated closer. I slid the key into the lock and turned it. Small runes glowed above the key and then disappeared with a click as the door unlocked. I gripped the door handle and opened up the trailer. The smell of wood and tools wafted out into the open air of the storage unit. I took Zara's hand and led her inside. Lights turned on as we stepped in filling the trailer with dim yellow light.
Zara looked all around and saw my collection of woodworking tools. Her fingers glided against the table saw's surface. Her breathing deepened when she got close to the wood I had curing in the front of the trailer. The scent of the wood filled her nose. I stood at the door and just watched her take it in. When she reached the wall of carving tools I spoke, "I am only a minor craftsmen at best. But I have the tools and the will to practice. I would like to try and craft the Tevalian's flower's seed. And if your magic works the way it does maybe it might come to life and we can have our own..."
Before I could finish Zara flew over to me and smashed her lips into mine in a passionate kiss.
I pulled her in tightly as our tongues danced together. Our bulges both pressed hard into each other and both of us started grinding them together. When she finally pulled away she looked me dead in the eyes and said, "you are so getting road head on the way back."
