Henry froze, his lips barely a breath away from the flower's plush, glistening petals. The scent wafting from it was too sweet, too intoxicating like vanilla had gone on a date with sin and they made a baby called "bad decisions."
The petals shimmered in soft hues of pink and gold, parting ever so slightly as if inviting his kiss, their edges quivering with anticipation. A soft purr vibrated through the air. The flower's voice was a whisper laced with honey and peril. "Just a little peck, brave one... and I'll bloom just for you."
Henry's mind fogged. His heartbeat thudded in his ears like a poorly timed drum solo. He inched closer.
Behind him, the three women of his destiny Seraphina, Moistessa, and Thrustina stood like whipped cream-coated Valkyries, glowing, panting, and very, very moist. Their battle attire barely clung to them after the last trial, glistening with sacred sweat and glittery goddess goo.
