Anon - Flower blood

>So it’s come to this...
>Flower Tart sits happily on your lap and rocks a bit back and forth
>A single beat of sweat runs down your face
>You are fighting something currently
>The beginnings of a boner
“What’s the matter Anon?”
>Flower Tart is looking at you
>”N-nothing, nothing at all”
>Flower Tart gives a happy smile
“Good, I like sitting in your lap”
>She gets back to rocking back and forth while humming happily
>You clench your fist
>You are by no means a filly fooler, but her rocking motion is making your rod react
>It’s perfectly normal when it gets touched like that
>You gulp as Flower Tart suddenly stops swaying and rocking back to forth on your lap
>You breathe out a sigh of relief, but then Flower tart resumes, this time rocking her behind and body from side to side
>You bite down on your tongue as your member lets out a small twitch and you feel some blood rushing into it
>Flower Tart suddenly rests her back against your front and looks up at you
“Are you feeling ok?”
>It is not the question that shocks you
>It is the smirk on her face
>C-could she know exactly what she’s doing? No, there is no way...
>You give a nervous nod
>”Y-yeah, I’m just fine...”
>For some reason Flower Tarts smirk grows larger

“Reeeally~?”
>You feel her butt push against your crotch even more now
>I-it’s just a coincidence, she does not know what she’s doing, that tone of voice means nothing at all! No boner no! You will not react!
>You use your sheer force of will and make your penis start to go flaccid slowly before it can become noticeable in any way
>Flower tart turns around on your lap and now straddles you while looking at you with a devious look on her face
“You don’t look fine Anon~”
>Oh god why does she have to be so warm and smell so nice
>You feel your dick give out a strong twitch and press against Flower Tarts... crotch...
>Before she can ever begin to react you bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood and lift Flower Tart up by her sides and settle her down on the couch and swiftly move your leg at Godspeed so that it might hide any bulge you might have
>Your face grows serious as you turn to look at Flower Tart
>”I am perfectly fine”
>You can feel some blood run down the side of your mouth as you fight to swallow all of it
>Flower Tart looks at you in shock
“Anon you’re bleeding!”
>You wipe the side of you mouth and this time properly swallow before talking
>”No I am not”
“Bu-“
>”No, I am not”
>Flower Tart falls silent as you keep swallowing more blood
>...
>This is bad
>”Excuse me for a while...”
>You walk to the kitchen and get a block of ice and put in your mouth and press it against the wound on your tongue
>Before you return to the living room you give your crotch a punch and then a glare
>That shit does not fly!
>As you wobble back to Flower tart you make up a new rule for her during her visits
>No sitting in your lap, period