Perunian. Huh. It’s kind of ugly. But Blaze could sure deal with ugly if it meant getting lube and then getting fucked. “Is this it?” he asked, reaching for the orange-leafed flower.
“What—Blaze! No!” Griff shouted.
Too late, because Blaze already had his hand closing around the plant and while he heard the alarm in Griff’s voice—hard not to the way he shrieked—Blaze couldn’t get the command not to follow through with the grab sent from his brain to his hand in time to stop his motion.
So he screamed like a dragon getting his scales ripped off as pain exploded throughout his hand and forearm. He couldn’t even get his hand to work so he could jerk it away from the damned plant.
“Blaze!” Griff was right there, pulling at his arm, gripping his elbow and panting as he gave a might tug. “Let go of the flower!”
“Oy, that’s gonna hurt,” he heard Grlind say. “You forgot about the purple and gold petals. That’s got purple and white petals, and it’s got these fine, poisonous fibers on it. Paralyzes what touches it, at least for a few hours.”
“Fuck!” Blaze’s vision blurred as his eyes rolled. “I hate pain. Hate it!”
Grlind looked at Griff. “On the count of three, you pull again while I get the flower. As thick-skinned as I am, it won’t hurt me like it does him.”
“Are you sure?” Griff asked, panting slightly as he clung to Blaze.
“Pretty sure.” Grlind shrugged. “We’ve got right thick skins. Not like scales, but tough enough. So let’s give this a go. One, two, three!” He reached down and swatted the whole flower aside, Griff pulled hard enough to send Blaze and him both tumbling backwards.
Grlind grabbed them and shoved them to the side. “More of the flowers,” he explained, shaking out the hand he’d used on the evil flower. “But where these are, the perunian is usually nearby.”
“Not sure it’s worth risking,” Blaze muttered. “What if the flowers have mutated? I’m going to have nightmares about this plant for weeks.” He looked at his hand. His palm was dark red, his hand swollen, as was half his forearm. “Is this shit going to kill me?” he asked around a ball of fear he was trying to suppress.
“No, it’ll be fine after a few hours,” Griff said, taking Blaze’s hand and looking it over. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about poisonous plants. I mean, I…” He scrunched up his nose. “I think I know which ones are poisonous, but what if I don’t? What if I remember wrong and it gets you hurt?”
“Here now,” Grlind said. “I’ll grab the plants from now on. It’s the least I can do since you have both let me accompany you.”
Blaze wasn’t arguing. “How’s your hand?”
Grlind held it up. It was just big, period. “Barely stung.”
“Well, fuck you,” Blaze groused.
Grlind’s beady eyes widened then he guffawed, and it scared the nearby tree sprites out of their homes. They shot up and away like a swirling, whistling mass of pastel colors, chattering and scolding as they fled.
“Oops. Pretty little things,” Grlind observed.
“My hand’s going to fall off,” Blaze said. He still couldn’t even wiggle his fingers.
Griff shook his head. “No, it won’t.” He sniffed the air. “There’s a river to the south of us. Soaking your hand would help.”
Blaze whimpered. “That’d be awesome. It hurts.” So he whined a little; he was allowed to, considering how much pain he was in.
“Grlind, we are heading to the river to soak Blaze’s hand,” Griff said. “Are you coming?”
“I’ll meet you there,” Grlind said. “I’m just going to pick that perunian for you. It’s right there.”
“Okay. Join us when you’re done here?” Griff waited until Grlind agreed, then he and Blaze headed to the river.
And all Blaze could think about was the perunian and what could happen once Griff had enough lube.
Blaze had never, ever wanted something like he wanted Griff’s cock in him. Gods help anything that tried to get in the way of that happening tonight, Blaze silently thought.
No offense intended. I’m not tempting Fate or anything. I’m just…I’ll beg for some alone time with my bonded and some lube tonight. Please, please be kind enough to let us have that.
At the river, Blaze could have wept with relief when he dipped his hot hand into the water. He sat there with Griff, and eventually, Grlind, until his hand stopped throbbing.
Once the swelling was almost gone, and the pain was more of a bad memory than a reality, Blaze was ready to get going.
He had plans for Griff, and judging by the heated looks Griff kept sending his way, Griff had plans of his own.
Since Grlind was smirking and holding a bouquet of flowers almost identical to the one Blaze had grabbed, Blaze figured the orc had picked up on the sexual tension between Blaze and Griff.
Even the dragonflies were more buzzy than usual. Blaze wondered if they were going to have a few peepers tonight.