Something In The Air: A Pollenfest Zine
A collection of works published in Something In The Air, a free, digital, nsfw zine about Sex Pollen and other tropes.
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The water begins rippling again, this time much closer to his boat. For a moment, Phainon isn't sure what he's looking at—and then he chokes on his own tongue as the most beautiful man he's ever seen surfaces.
The man—the creature—brushes his hair out of his face. When he looks at Phainon with his golden eyes, Phainon shivers, sword nearly forgotten. He understands, now, why the heroes of myths tied themselves to their boats in siren-infested waters. He feels no better than them in this moment.
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Phainon sees something no man should see.
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Prince Atsumu requests the presence of his loyal secretary, Kiyoomi, to discuss an urgent matter, and ends up dealing with Kiyoomi's urgent need for his cock.
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Several minutes had passed since they sat. Not a single snide remark had been uttered since, and Laurent’s uninterrupted, threatening gaze had already grown old; in every second of silence, Damen’s own anger soared to new heights.
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During the feast at Marlas, a mistake swapped the Kings’ occasion wine for chalis. Now, the two are locked in a room together, staring across the table, unwilling to bend to their desires. -
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This is not a foreign feeling. Heat licks at the back of Law’s spine like the sun itself is determined to burn his mottled skin, overcoming death and disease only to be bested by a lack of inhibition.
Lust runs rampant in his loins, has him breathing hard through flared nostrils to keep it together, refusing to subject Luffy to his personal problems.
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Hyacine clears her throat. “Lord Phainon, my apologies, but have you perhaps been having any, um. Intimate reactions, since this occurred?”
Ah. Right. The erection.
The erection that’s still there after a fifteen-minute walk.
“Yes,” Phainon sighs wearily, pulling the jacket over his lap. “Sorry, it won’t go away.”