The perfect flower (Patreon)

Twas the morning of the 14th of Febraury (that's how they spelt it in their universe.)

Creeping slowing through the underbrush, lynx peered at his intended prize. A simple white lily. In this forest lilies are very, very uncommon.   If the old stories are to be believed, one hadn't been seen in over 100 years. He slowly crept closer, being careful to avoid the twigs that seemed to be hiding a deadly trap. He didn't really know if there was a trap, but it seemed to him that making loud sudden noises, this deep into a forest called The Final Woods by the locals, would be very stupid. So the journey had been a slow one.

Suddenly there was a crash overhead. Birds flew frantically away, screaming their displeasure at being interrupted. As leaves slowly fell to the ground, Lynx stayed perflectly motionless, even holding his breath. Out of a small clump of brush came a creature. A creature Lynx had never seen in all of his travels. It had brown fur, like a shaggy horse. It had a long face with the accompaning long chin. And it stood on all fours legs that couldn't be any longer than 3 hands tall. It was trying to look magastic while shaking its head. On the top of its head were 4 floppy antlers? They actually looked to lynx like flacid penis. They were hidden from view until the animal shook its head. Now it just looked like a close up shot of several men jumping in place with their softness flying everywhere. Lynx decided then and there that he would call this creature Dickhead. It just seems to fit. 

Not knowing anthing about the dickhead's offensive abilities, Lynx stayed put.  The stout creature lumbered by stumbling a bit on the uneven terrain. He stopped suddenly, right beside the assassin's hiding spot. Had he heard Lynx's slow breathing? Dickhead stared at the lily. He started to shake in rump. Like Gerry (short for Geralt, a guy from some story that Elwinne had heard of from the town lesibans,) the tavern cat when he's hunting for mice. Lynx held is breath. Dickhead lunged forward the lilly. He stood above it peering at it intently. Lynx's eyes narrowed. Dickhead quickly ate up the lily.  A smug look slowly crossed its face. 

Aww FUCK! Lynx shouted at the odd animal. Dickhead looked up in terror and ran down the brush, falling after a few feet. Lynx could hear the sounds of his tumbling through the rough forest and he angrily stomped back towards the bar. Making sure to stomp on every. single. twig along the way.

Lynx got back to the tavern about dusk. A good time if thing would have gone the intended way. He was thinking of Elwinne's smile as he carressed her with theat perfect lily. But the damned Dickhead has ruined that idea. 

He grabbed the attention of a couple of the more susceptible women as they were about to enter the bar. Tavern! Elwinne hated it when Lynx would refer to their tavern as a bar. He convinced the two women to seductively take Elwinne out of the bar or about an hour. He made them promise to keep her "occupied" for the entire time. And them to return with her to the tavern for drinks on him. They eagerly agreed.

Lynx waited in the alley where the drunkards vomitted for the women to leave. Time pasted slowly. He began to get frustrated, and began to walk towards the front door when the women flew open the door and were sexually dragging Elwinne out. (I'll leave it up to you, dear reader, as to what exactly transpired.) 

After a few minutes Lynx entered the building. He peered around the room, looking for an empty booth, hidden from the main floor. He spotted the perfect on on the left hand corner of the bar. Ignoring the jubilant greeting of the patrons he ran upstairs to Elwinne's vanity table. He grabbed what he could and quickly ran downstairs to the booth. 

Lynx closed his eyes and tried to get a strong mental image of what that flower looked like. When he got it fixed in his brain, he went to work creating a perfect likeness so that elwinne could at least have an idea of the beauty that he tried to bring her. Before Dickhead ate that dream.

Hearing the tavern door open and the laughter of women having too much fun, Lynx hurridly tossed Elwinne's colouring remains under the table. 

Elwinne seeing Lynx ran over to him and give him a big messy kiss. "Where were you all day? Don't you know that today is Horny Werewolf Day. I have missed you!" As she grabbed for lynx's pants. She stopped when she noticed the drawing behind him. Quickly, be she though it was simple vandalism, Lynx said "it's a lily, the one I saw today. And was going to bring it home for you to see in person. But Dickhead ate it before I could get to it. ...So I thought I'd draw it for you in a nice secluded make out booth so you could sort of ...see what I wanted to do for you..." Elwinne paused, as she looked atthe drawing. She grabbed his crotch again, and kissed him hard. 

As they both began to explore each others clothing, removing this and squeezing that, She gasped into Lynx'x ear. "Tomorrow your can tell me what dickhead you are talking about and why all of my make up is on the tavern floor."

Happy horny werewolf day/ Valentine’s Day 

art And story by Lynx

Hope you all have a wonderfully perverted horny werewolf day ❤️🍀💝