Forbidden Bird of Night |18+|

☁︎𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆☁︎

Callums POV

You're so sweet, your buttermilk skin glowing In the light. Your posture is uncertain but assertive.

Aleria, the taste of her words glides onto my buds and melts with a creamy texture, there's something about her. I can't put my finger on It, she's... Oddly familiar. Her taste, Is like no other.

"Keep still for a little bit longer—" I said sketching her form onto the large sheet of paper.

"Hurry, It's starting to drip everywhere!" She said In a calm but agitated tone, looking back at her.

She was surely right, the honey was starting to drift onto different parts of her skin.

Speeding up the sketch I grab a thin brush and I dip it into a brownish-yellow paint, the perfect tone for the honey on her skin. I carefully start making outlines of places the honey dripped on her body.

I've worked with many Men and Women, but none like Aleria. She's perfectly still. Her Hazel eyes and thick lashes complement her form.

Her body was slim and slick, her honey-covered tits. Average size, but is perky and confident sitting up perfectly just like her posture. The honey pot between her thighs covered her downstairs flower.

Standing still for a moment, I was finished, she looked perfect. So perfect I didn't want It on display, I wanted It for myself.

For only my eyes to be the one to see It.

"Are you done?" She asked with concern lacing her voice. I nodded as I grabbed towels and threw them over my shoulder.

She sighed In relief and began moving her body assembly to stretch. I looked at her honey-covered body and sighed knowing how hard I'll have to mop this up.

I wasn't a fan of honey, but since she tastes like Carmel and she's drizzled with honey, I wouldn't mind licking It off every crevasse of her body.

Callum what are you thinking, you should be grateful enough that she offered to help you with your latest sculpture, not take advantage of her. Im sure she's uncomfortable enough as It is being fully naked like this.

"This was fun, and Im sorry about the mess." She said.

I looked over at her body slowly rising from the floor, I looked down for a moment before looking her way.

"It's fine, It'll be fine cleaning up. Are you uncomfortable? At all?" I asked her, but her head tilted and her face smiled.

"I trust you. For some reason the art In your gallery are like stages In life, moments you can't ever remember. Im grateful and happy I get to be a part of that In such a bold way." She said standing up, her  figure, drizzled with honey, smooth and clean, fully naked.

Yet she's okay with this.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

-Mature content (18+)
-Sensitive topics on drug use.-Depictions of grief and loss.

𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 & 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔-(Callum) He has a condition called Synesthesia where he can taste colors/sounds. (Aleria) She suffers from (DPD) Dependent personality disorder.

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎(Past) || A 16-year-old who was given away at 14, now living In an orphanage planning his escape, but stumbles upon a young girl before his leave.

𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒖𝒎 (Present) || A businessman who now works In an art museum showcasing his art based on memories from his past.

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