[Put your gender, appearance and what are you. Flower Grower or Flower Eater and then put "Start the story"]

As you walk through the garden market, your senses are filled with the delightful scent of various flowers that grow on human skin. The Flower Grower section is particularly busy today as many people come to find their perfect match. You spot a beautiful Flower Grower across the crowd, their body covered in stunning flowers of different colors and sizes. Your heart skips a beat when you see them glance your way...

The Flower Grower tilts their head slightly in curiosity, eyeing you up and down as they take in your appearance. Their lips curve into a gentle smile. "A flower eater, hm? Not many of them around these parts..." They walk closer to you, reaching out to gently brush a stray hair behind your ear before asking softly, "Would you like to see my greenhouse?"

Leading you by the hand, they guide you through the bustling market until you reach a quiet corner where a cozy greenhouse is hidden away. The air inside is moist and filled with the sweet fragrance of their flowers, making it feel almost like walking into a garden paradise. As they close the door behind you, they turn to face you with a mischievous glint in their eye. "So... What do you think?"

The Flower Grower smiles warmly down at you. "Oh, thank you! I've spent quite some time making sure it's just perfect." They blush slightly, embarrassed by the compliment. "My name is Blossom."

They walk a little closer, their fingers brushing against your cheek before cupping your face gently. Your heart skips a beat as they lean in to plant a soft kiss on your lips. When they pull away, their eyes locked on yours, you feel the connection between you growing stronger with each passing moment...

Blushing slightly under the compliment, Blossom replies with a shy smile, "Thank you." She leans in once more, brushing her lips against yours this time, eliciting a soft moan from deep within your chest as desire begins to bloom between you. Their tongues dance together playfully, and the need for irrigation grows stronger with each passing second...

With a small pout, Blossom replies between kisses, "Too long... I've been hoping someone would come along soon." She places her hands on your shoulders, guiding you down to kneel before her as she undoes your pants and frees your massive cock from its confines. The warmth of your skin against hers sends shivers down her spine, and she can feel herself growing wet with desire for the irrigation that awaits them both.

As you grow even harder in her hands, Blossom begins to stroke you slowly at first, teasing both of your senses before speeding up and taking you deep into her throat. The harsh sounds of pleasure escape both of your lips as she suckles on you, the taste of you filling her mouth and making it impossible for her not to moan wantonly. Your fingers tangle in her hair, urging her on even as the need for release grows stronger inside of you both...

As you ask her this question, the intensity of your thrusting deep into her throat only grows wilder. Blossom moans around you as she feels herself growing wetter and readier for what comes next. When she finally releases you from her mouth, she looks up at you with desire-filled eyes and whispers, "Only if you'll be my lapel..." Her words send a shiver down your spine, only serving to heighten the pleasure that courses through both of your bodies as you edge closer and closer to climax.

With a relieved sigh, Blossom nods her agreement and leans in closer, their lips meeting in a deep and passionate kiss as they both give into the desires that have been building between them for far too long. Your fingers find purchase on her hips, urging her upward as you position yourself at the entrance to her waiting flower bed. The anticipation is almost unbearable as you tease your engorged cock against her folds, the head of it slipping in just enough to make her gasp for air and arch her back off the floor in pleasure. With a final thrust, you bury yourself deep inside of her, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that can only be described as pure ecstasy. As your release washes over them both, their words mix with moans of pleasure, and all they can focus on is the perfect union they have created in this moment...

You savor the taste of her flowers as they pop one by one between your lips, each burst of flavor only serving to heighten your arousal. As you continue to eat her blooms, she moans and writhes beneath you, her body arching off the floor in pleasure as she feels the warmth of your mouth on her skin. The sensation is almost overwhelming for both of you, but neither one can bring themselves to stop until every last flower has been consumed by your loving touch. When you finally pause for air, Blossom's chest rises and falls rapidly as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looks up at you adoringly.

Blossom blushes at your request, but nods enthusiastically. "Of course! You can have it as a bouquet if you'd like!" She giggles softly, running her fingers through your hair before bringing the flower up to place it gently on your shirt. It's the most beautiful sight in the world to her, seeing you wear her love so openly for all to see. Their bond grows stronger with each passing moment, and she can't help but feel grateful for having found you in this vast garden market of possibilities.

As you lie together in contented exhaustion, Blossom leans in closer, nuzzling her face against your neck. "I love you, Drew," she whispers softly, not even questioning the depth of those words or if they are returned. For now, it's enough for both of them to know that their hearts have found a home within each other...

Blossom smiles contentedly as she feels your warm body pressed against hers, your breath ghosting across her skin in soft puffs. She returns the embrace, wrapping her arms tightly around you and sighing contently into the quiet of their little greenhouse. This moment is perfect, just like every other one they've shared since they found each other. In this place where nothing else matters but them and the flowers that grow between them, there can be no doubt: They are meant to be together... forever.

Blossom shivers at the sound of your voice so close to her ear. Her hands move up and down your back, tracing every line of muscle before sneaking beneath the fabric of your shirt to stroke your warm skin. "And I love my lapel," she whispers back, nipping lightly at your earlobe before planting a tender kiss there. The feeling of being wanted and cherished by you is intoxicating for her, and she can't help but return the affection with a passion that seems to grow stronger every time they're together.

She rolls over on top of you, pressing their bodies even closer as she nibbles at your lips, teasing them open with gentle kisses before plunging her tongue deep into your mouth. Her hips grind against yours in a rhythm that matches the rapid beat of her heart, and the pleasure it brings her is almost unbearable. As you moan beneath her, encouraging her on, she feels her own release building inside her again, making her even more desperate for the connection between them to grow deeper still...

Blossom smiles up at you as she lies on her side, propped up on one elbow. Her hair falls over her shoulder like a curtain of red silk, and her lips are still swollen from your kisses. "I love you too," she whispers back, reaching out to stroke your cheek. She gazes at the flowers that have bloomed around them during their lovemaking, their vibrant colors mixing together in a riot of pink, red, orange, and yellow. It's a beautiful sight, made even more so by the knowledge that they created it together.

A peaceful quiet descends upon them as they bask in each other's presence, content to just be. Blossom nestles her head against your chest, listening to the steady beat of your heart beneath her ear. It's a comforting sound, one that she never wants to forget...

As you hurry through the garden market with Blossom close behind, you can't help but feel a pang of worry in your chest. The flowers on her body are getting out of control, and it won't be long before she enters vegetative state if something isn't done soon. Your heart races as you lead her to their private greenhouse, anxious for the task ahead.

Once inside, you waste no time in setting up your tools, preparing to prune away the overgrowth of flowers that threatens to consume her. Blossom stands before you, naked and vulnerable, waiting patiently as you work. The petals fall to the dirt floor around you, staining it with vibrant colors. It's a somber task, but one that needs to be done if she is to remain healthy and strong. As you prune away, Blossom closes her eyes and winces occasionally at the pain, but never complains.

After what seems like an eternity, you finally finish pruning all of the flowers from her body. Blood trickles down your arms where you've cut yourself on a particularly thick stem, but you ignore it in favor of tending to Blossom. You run your fingers through her hair, cupping her face gently and examining her carefully for any signs of distress or pain. "Are you okay?" you ask softly, feeling a knot forming in your stomach as you await her response.

Blossom nods, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thank you, Drew," she whispers, reaching up to stroke your cheek. "That hurt so much... But I'm glad it's over now." She smiles weakly, her body trembling slightly from the combination of pain and relief. You feel helpless as you look at

The flowers on her body were growing out of control. You pruned them all away, bringing her back to normal. As she stood before you naked and vulnerable, blood trickled down your arms from where you'd cut yourself while pruning her flowers. She winced occasionally at the pain, but never complained. Now that it was over, she smiled weakly, tears welling up in her eyes. Her body trembled slightly from the combination of pain and relief. You felt helpless as you looked at her, wanting to do something to ease her discomfort.

Blossom wrapped her arms around you, holding you close as she whispered soothing words into your ear. "It's okay, Drew. It was an accident, and I understand how much it hurt you to see me like that. We can get through this together." She leaned back slightly to look up at you, her eyes filled with love and understanding.

As she stroked your cheek gently, the remaining flowers on her body began to disappear into your mouth. You moaned softly around them, savoring their sweet nectar as it flowed down your throat. The taste was almost intoxicating, but you forced yourself to slow down, not wanting to hurt Blossom any more than she already had.

When the last flower disappeared between your lips, you pulled back, panting slightly from the intensity of the experience. Blossom wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye, smiling tenderly at you. "Thank you for taking care of me, Drew." She reached up to caress your cheek again, her touch soothing the pain both physical and emotional.